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Chapter One
The Wizard’s Fortune
Chapter One
By: Richard Farwell
As I remembered what I felt earlier that week, I decided to try and work it out, and see if I could use this weird raw power that seemed to come out of nowhere after I found out Katherine died. So, I sat in my chair for an hour, trying to find a way to access this power, but I couldn’t see how I could do it, I just sigh and go into the kitchen for some food.
That whole week I try and figure out how I could access that power while still seeing patients during the day and taking care of little Annie, however, there was no such luck at accessing my power yet. The next three months were the hardest for me, I had to keep myself busy so I didn’t think about Katherine, but of course, that didn’t even work half the time. Because of my semi-depression, my progress for my patients dwindled somewhat, I wasn’t always there, and they seemed to notice it too. Some of my patients even held pity and sympathy for me, which I was grateful for most of the time, some even asked me to talk about it, which usually made me feel better. What helped me most was Annie, she always there for me, always wanted to play games and just sit in my lap while coloring in her coloring book, it made me feel at peace watching her.
A week later, I’m sitting at home, my daughter with friends across the street, I’m going online and chatting with people when I meet a woman named Sonya, a female from China. She’s about my age, and wanted to move to the United States, so I talk with her, we become friends, she later moves out to my city of Santa Barbara (She wanted to move there before we even met). I picked her up from the airport a few days later and we become good friends.
We’re going to skip a few years here, and talk about my finding out about the magical world (I had already read all six of J.K Rowling’s books), but I didn’t think it was all real until I accessed my magic the first time. That’s when I decided to go to England and find out this world for myself, to see if the train thing was real. So within the coming month, I saved my money and took a flight out to England, and asked a Taxi to take me to King’s Cross station. When I arrived at the train station, it brought back my sad memories of Katherine again; I just couldn’t keep her out of my head lately, especially after what happened. I looked around the large station; people were walking every where, mostly in small groups. I walked around the station, the present time is 10:45 in the morning, and I’m seeing a lot of people with weird trunks and pets in cages, this surprises me somewhat, although I want to talk to some of them, I know they wouldn’t tell me anything about the magical world for fear of so called “Muggles” knowing it. So I just hung around the station until 11am and then went back to a Taxi to take me to the airport. I booked a flight back to the states, and some odd hours later, I went back home and got a good 8 hours rest.
Now that you know the first part of my story, I’m going to jump ahead five years (A/N: To those of you asking, this will be Potter’s 7th year.), as you may notice, there will be things left out, however, those things will be told within the story at some point, this next part of my story will be at the first day of my teaching D.A.D.A, so bear with me here…
“Good morning seventh years!” I walk around to the front of my desk, and lean against it with my hands folded in front of me, “As you already guessed, my name is Richard Farwell, I will be your Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher, to all of you, I am Professor Farwell. I will tell you a little about myself, than I will tell you the rules within my classroom, you don’t like rules, too bad, and you can leave if you want.” I look at the 7th years, some look intimidated, some look relieved or apprehensive, which is fine by me. “Now, as you know, I’m Richard Farwell, you’ll notice I’ve got a funny accent obviously. I live in California of the United States; I discovered I was magical five years ago after a tragic incident.” I look at each of the students quickly, just gazing over them, a couple had their hands up, “No questions yet please, I will answer them shortly.” The hands go down, “Now, the rules.” I stood up and started to pace between the ends of my desk, “Rule #1, there will be no horseplay whatsoever within my classes, you will get three chances in the class, if you ignore my rules three times, you’re gone, I don’t care if you go complain to daddy and mommy, daddy and mommy don’t run this classroom! I DO! You don’t like it? Too bad, not my problem, you can go cry a river for all I care! If you fuck up (gasps within the students) three times, you’re gone for good, get someone else to waste their patience on you, I won’t. Rule #2, I will not tolerate bullying of any sort, you bully a student, you show any stupid house rivalries, you deal with me personally, if you so much as LOOK at another student like that, I’ll make you wish you weren’t born! I don’t care if you’re black, blue, green, orange or purple! I don’t care if you’re Asian, Caucasian, Black, or Mexican, we’re all equal here, I don’t give two shits who daddy is, I don’t care, I don’t want to hear about you saying you’ll complain to daddy, won’t work with me!” By now, most of the class is looking at me warily, or with some amount of surprise. “I don’t care if you’re purebloods, half-bloods or your parents are Muggles! You’re all equal here, I will treat you the same way you treat me, Don’t Judge Lest Ye Be Judged. If you treat me like something awful you stepped on, or crudely, I’ll treat you worse than Snape treats you like Potter does on his worst day!” By now, certainly the class is looking at me even more apprehensively, or with some type of astonishment. “Rule #3, the worst possible rule you could break, is cowardice, I will not tolerate cowardice in my classroom. If you throw a curse in my classroom, or in ANY part of this school with someone’s back turned, I’ll throw that same curse at you with YOUR back turned. Doing this is the most disgusting thing possible, throwing a curse at someone’s turned back is nothing but cowardly, if you do it, I don’t care if its your first or third offense, you better not step foot within my classroom if you do. Rule #4, no talking while someone else is talking, and that includes me, this also includes doing things that aren’t related to the learning aspects of this class.”
I walk and sit back down on my desk with my palms on it, “Now that the rules are out of the way, I will be teaching you how to duel, I will be teaching you spells, I will be teaching you maybe wandless magic if your own magic is able to handle it. Hardly anyone is able to do this; myself excluded, now, questions?” A few hands went up, “Mr. Malfoy?”
Malfoy gave me a smug smirk, “With all you’ve said here Professor, wouldn’t the Board of Governors do anything?”
I just snort and smirk right back at him, “No Mr. Malfoy, the Board of Governors can’t do squat, unless they see my teaching as irresponsible, or dangerous to the students, so I doubt it.” His smirk went away slightly, “Mr. Potter?”
“Ah, yes, will we have much homework in this class?” At the word homework, the class groaned.
“No Mr. Potter, I won’t be giving out much homework here, I will be teaching you how to do other things, 4th years and up will get the same studies, 3rd year and below will be studying creatures and other little things.” I graze my eyes over the classroom, “If you take extensive notes out of the books, you will do fine, and you’ll learn enough from the books if you read them extensively enough. Any other questions?”
“Miss Granger?”
“Yes sir, but doesn’t homework also let us learn more?”
I snort again, “I honestly don’t think so, the average student learns more by doing things, not reading, and the reason to that, is because the average student will be bored to tears doing homework. You’ll have to understand Miss Granger, not everything is learned by books as I’m sure you’ve already learned that, however, not all books tell you the truth either, some books may go overboard on it as well.”
I notice she’s slightly frowning, but thinking, I stand up with my hands clasped behind my back, “Now, seeing as how class is almost over, I’m going to be giving you an assignment, but its small, so don’t get your panties in a twist over it. I want six inches of parchment, and I don’t want more than six inches, I don’t want you writing as small as you can get it to fit a crap load of information in those six inches either. I want normal handwriting, I only want six inches. Now, the assignment will be why Wizards go dark, and why Dark Lords rise. Also, I don’t want to hear the answers of “Because they were in Slytherine” or because they have egos bigger than a dinner plate, if I see that in them, you get an automatic Zero, no questions asked, no excuses, you may go.” I go and sit behind my desk and watch the students leave, talking excitedly amongst themselves. I also noticed that Potter and his two friends stayed behind, I looked at the three of them with a raised eyebrow, “Something I could do for you three?”
Potter was the first to speak, “Er, Professor, how did you know about Snape hating me?”
I let out a snort, “Come now Mr. Potter, don’t tell me you didn’t read J.K Rowlings six series of the Harry Potter books?”
The three students looked at me and shook their heads and I gave a sigh, “J.K Rowling is a squib actually, she wrote the books concerning around your school years and what transpired in them all. I’ve read all six of them at least three times each. I didn’t know any of it was real until I was twenty years old, to tell you the truth.”
“Really?” Asked Potter, “How did you find out you were a wizard?”
I looked at Potter for a moment before staring blankly out the window, “You still blame yourself over Sirius, don’t you, Mr. Potter?”
Potter’s breath hitches in his chest and then narrows his eyes at me a little, giving me a short “No.”
I just snort, “Please Mr. Potter, there’s no need to lie to me, you still do, I know what you’re going through.”
His eyebrows raise, “How could you know what I’ve went through, Professor?”
I sigh and look at the three of them a little sadly, “Because Mr. Potter, I too lost someone close to me. Of course, we’re not the only ones, everyone loses someone close them at some point in their lives. You do have to realize Mr. Potter that death is a normal thing, everyone dies eventually, either they’re murdered, or they die of natural causes, you just have to remember you’re not the only one.”
“Who did you lose, Professor?” Came from Ron, I saw in the corner of my eye that Potter was staring at something behind me and Granger pinched Weasley’s arm.
I sighed once more and stared out the window a moment, then gazed at them, “I lost my fiancé Mr. Potter, she was murdered by a supposed friend of hers that she only met three months before.”
To Be Continued…
A/N: How do you like it so far? Review if you like, give me some sort of feedback. I like feedback, unless you tell me “the story sucks”, or “It’s a good story”, say it, but explain “why”.
Chapter One
By: Richard Farwell
As I remembered what I felt earlier that week, I decided to try and work it out, and see if I could use this weird raw power that seemed to come out of nowhere after I found out Katherine died. So, I sat in my chair for an hour, trying to find a way to access this power, but I couldn’t see how I could do it, I just sigh and go into the kitchen for some food.
That whole week I try and figure out how I could access that power while still seeing patients during the day and taking care of little Annie, however, there was no such luck at accessing my power yet. The next three months were the hardest for me, I had to keep myself busy so I didn’t think about Katherine, but of course, that didn’t even work half the time. Because of my semi-depression, my progress for my patients dwindled somewhat, I wasn’t always there, and they seemed to notice it too. Some of my patients even held pity and sympathy for me, which I was grateful for most of the time, some even asked me to talk about it, which usually made me feel better. What helped me most was Annie, she always there for me, always wanted to play games and just sit in my lap while coloring in her coloring book, it made me feel at peace watching her.
A week later, I’m sitting at home, my daughter with friends across the street, I’m going online and chatting with people when I meet a woman named Sonya, a female from China. She’s about my age, and wanted to move to the United States, so I talk with her, we become friends, she later moves out to my city of Santa Barbara (She wanted to move there before we even met). I picked her up from the airport a few days later and we become good friends.
We’re going to skip a few years here, and talk about my finding out about the magical world (I had already read all six of J.K Rowling’s books), but I didn’t think it was all real until I accessed my magic the first time. That’s when I decided to go to England and find out this world for myself, to see if the train thing was real. So within the coming month, I saved my money and took a flight out to England, and asked a Taxi to take me to King’s Cross station. When I arrived at the train station, it brought back my sad memories of Katherine again; I just couldn’t keep her out of my head lately, especially after what happened. I looked around the large station; people were walking every where, mostly in small groups. I walked around the station, the present time is 10:45 in the morning, and I’m seeing a lot of people with weird trunks and pets in cages, this surprises me somewhat, although I want to talk to some of them, I know they wouldn’t tell me anything about the magical world for fear of so called “Muggles” knowing it. So I just hung around the station until 11am and then went back to a Taxi to take me to the airport. I booked a flight back to the states, and some odd hours later, I went back home and got a good 8 hours rest.
Now that you know the first part of my story, I’m going to jump ahead five years (A/N: To those of you asking, this will be Potter’s 7th year.), as you may notice, there will be things left out, however, those things will be told within the story at some point, this next part of my story will be at the first day of my teaching D.A.D.A, so bear with me here…
“Good morning seventh years!” I walk around to the front of my desk, and lean against it with my hands folded in front of me, “As you already guessed, my name is Richard Farwell, I will be your Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher, to all of you, I am Professor Farwell. I will tell you a little about myself, than I will tell you the rules within my classroom, you don’t like rules, too bad, and you can leave if you want.” I look at the 7th years, some look intimidated, some look relieved or apprehensive, which is fine by me. “Now, as you know, I’m Richard Farwell, you’ll notice I’ve got a funny accent obviously. I live in California of the United States; I discovered I was magical five years ago after a tragic incident.” I look at each of the students quickly, just gazing over them, a couple had their hands up, “No questions yet please, I will answer them shortly.” The hands go down, “Now, the rules.” I stood up and started to pace between the ends of my desk, “Rule #1, there will be no horseplay whatsoever within my classes, you will get three chances in the class, if you ignore my rules three times, you’re gone, I don’t care if you go complain to daddy and mommy, daddy and mommy don’t run this classroom! I DO! You don’t like it? Too bad, not my problem, you can go cry a river for all I care! If you fuck up (gasps within the students) three times, you’re gone for good, get someone else to waste their patience on you, I won’t. Rule #2, I will not tolerate bullying of any sort, you bully a student, you show any stupid house rivalries, you deal with me personally, if you so much as LOOK at another student like that, I’ll make you wish you weren’t born! I don’t care if you’re black, blue, green, orange or purple! I don’t care if you’re Asian, Caucasian, Black, or Mexican, we’re all equal here, I don’t give two shits who daddy is, I don’t care, I don’t want to hear about you saying you’ll complain to daddy, won’t work with me!” By now, most of the class is looking at me warily, or with some amount of surprise. “I don’t care if you’re purebloods, half-bloods or your parents are Muggles! You’re all equal here, I will treat you the same way you treat me, Don’t Judge Lest Ye Be Judged. If you treat me like something awful you stepped on, or crudely, I’ll treat you worse than Snape treats you like Potter does on his worst day!” By now, certainly the class is looking at me even more apprehensively, or with some type of astonishment. “Rule #3, the worst possible rule you could break, is cowardice, I will not tolerate cowardice in my classroom. If you throw a curse in my classroom, or in ANY part of this school with someone’s back turned, I’ll throw that same curse at you with YOUR back turned. Doing this is the most disgusting thing possible, throwing a curse at someone’s turned back is nothing but cowardly, if you do it, I don’t care if its your first or third offense, you better not step foot within my classroom if you do. Rule #4, no talking while someone else is talking, and that includes me, this also includes doing things that aren’t related to the learning aspects of this class.”
I walk and sit back down on my desk with my palms on it, “Now that the rules are out of the way, I will be teaching you how to duel, I will be teaching you spells, I will be teaching you maybe wandless magic if your own magic is able to handle it. Hardly anyone is able to do this; myself excluded, now, questions?” A few hands went up, “Mr. Malfoy?”
Malfoy gave me a smug smirk, “With all you’ve said here Professor, wouldn’t the Board of Governors do anything?”
I just snort and smirk right back at him, “No Mr. Malfoy, the Board of Governors can’t do squat, unless they see my teaching as irresponsible, or dangerous to the students, so I doubt it.” His smirk went away slightly, “Mr. Potter?”
“Ah, yes, will we have much homework in this class?” At the word homework, the class groaned.
“No Mr. Potter, I won’t be giving out much homework here, I will be teaching you how to do other things, 4th years and up will get the same studies, 3rd year and below will be studying creatures and other little things.” I graze my eyes over the classroom, “If you take extensive notes out of the books, you will do fine, and you’ll learn enough from the books if you read them extensively enough. Any other questions?”
“Miss Granger?”
“Yes sir, but doesn’t homework also let us learn more?”
I snort again, “I honestly don’t think so, the average student learns more by doing things, not reading, and the reason to that, is because the average student will be bored to tears doing homework. You’ll have to understand Miss Granger, not everything is learned by books as I’m sure you’ve already learned that, however, not all books tell you the truth either, some books may go overboard on it as well.”
I notice she’s slightly frowning, but thinking, I stand up with my hands clasped behind my back, “Now, seeing as how class is almost over, I’m going to be giving you an assignment, but its small, so don’t get your panties in a twist over it. I want six inches of parchment, and I don’t want more than six inches, I don’t want you writing as small as you can get it to fit a crap load of information in those six inches either. I want normal handwriting, I only want six inches. Now, the assignment will be why Wizards go dark, and why Dark Lords rise. Also, I don’t want to hear the answers of “Because they were in Slytherine” or because they have egos bigger than a dinner plate, if I see that in them, you get an automatic Zero, no questions asked, no excuses, you may go.” I go and sit behind my desk and watch the students leave, talking excitedly amongst themselves. I also noticed that Potter and his two friends stayed behind, I looked at the three of them with a raised eyebrow, “Something I could do for you three?”
Potter was the first to speak, “Er, Professor, how did you know about Snape hating me?”
I let out a snort, “Come now Mr. Potter, don’t tell me you didn’t read J.K Rowlings six series of the Harry Potter books?”
The three students looked at me and shook their heads and I gave a sigh, “J.K Rowling is a squib actually, she wrote the books concerning around your school years and what transpired in them all. I’ve read all six of them at least three times each. I didn’t know any of it was real until I was twenty years old, to tell you the truth.”
“Really?” Asked Potter, “How did you find out you were a wizard?”
I looked at Potter for a moment before staring blankly out the window, “You still blame yourself over Sirius, don’t you, Mr. Potter?”
Potter’s breath hitches in his chest and then narrows his eyes at me a little, giving me a short “No.”
I just snort, “Please Mr. Potter, there’s no need to lie to me, you still do, I know what you’re going through.”
His eyebrows raise, “How could you know what I’ve went through, Professor?”
I sigh and look at the three of them a little sadly, “Because Mr. Potter, I too lost someone close to me. Of course, we’re not the only ones, everyone loses someone close them at some point in their lives. You do have to realize Mr. Potter that death is a normal thing, everyone dies eventually, either they’re murdered, or they die of natural causes, you just have to remember you’re not the only one.”
“Who did you lose, Professor?” Came from Ron, I saw in the corner of my eye that Potter was staring at something behind me and Granger pinched Weasley’s arm.
I sighed once more and stared out the window a moment, then gazed at them, “I lost my fiancé Mr. Potter, she was murdered by a supposed friend of hers that she only met three months before.”
To Be Continued…
A/N: How do you like it so far? Review if you like, give me some sort of feedback. I like feedback, unless you tell me “the story sucks”, or “It’s a good story”, say it, but explain “why”.