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Back At Hogwarts
Chapter Three: ~Back at Hogwarts~
Harry, Hermione and Ron were sitting in the same compartment as always. They were talking about the upcoming year and what their classes might bee. Ae. As usual they were speculating on who the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor would be, but none of them had a clue.
This opening feast would hold the greatest surprise for Harry since finding out he had a God father.
They climbed the stairs and entered the great hall that was just as beautifully decorated as always. The night sky and the floating candles were there but this year there were flowers intermingled with the candles as well as on the tables. “The professors have really outdone themselves this year,” Hermione remarked, “It’s gorgeous.”
Harry and Ron were awestruck; they hadn’t really paid much attention to the decorations at start of term since their first year.
They all took their seats at the Gryffindor table and were looking around. Most of the professors were already seated at the head table only four vacancies, Harry knew that three belonged to McGonagall, Dumbledore and Hagrid, the forth obviously belonged te mye mysterious DADA professor.
Professor Dumbledore entered a short while later followed by a stunningly beautiful woman. She was tall, not quite as tall as Snape but tall in her own right. She had long unruly red hair that tangled its way down her back as if it had a mind of its own and unmarred alabaster skin except for one scar that trailed along her cheek from the corner of her left eye diagonally to just under her jaw line just before her chin. Her eyes were the most brilliant emerald green and clear as crystals. She was wearing emerald green robes that billowed around her almost making her look like she was floating. She was also wearing black slacks and a black silk blouse that was open to the third button, you could almost see here green lace bra peaking out as she walked.
Dumbledore pulled out her chair and she flashed him a small smile in gratitude. Dumbledore also sat down and he, Snape and the mystery woman proceeded to talk amongst themselves.
Ron and Harry were staring at the woman with their mouths gaping open.
“Really, you two!” Hermione said, disgusted. They hadn’t acted this bad since the world cup and all those Veela were about.
“But Hermione, look at her, she’s beautiful…” Ron said in wonder.
Hermione didn’t say anything she just kicked Ron as hard as she could in the shins.
“OWW! What did you do that for?” Ron shouted.
Hermione just glared at him.
Harry, meanwhile, had his own reasons for staring at the mystery woman. She looked so familiar, like he had seen her somewhere before, though he knew he had never met her before. “I wonder who she is.” Harry asked
“Well, obviously she is the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher silly. Its not like there are that many openings” Said Hermione.
Ron and Harry just looked at Hermione.
“Well it’s not.” she said
“I know that, Hermione, I was just wondering who she was, she looks familiar-- like I kner oer or something.” Harry replied.
Their conversation was interrupted by the clatter of the First years entering the great hall whispering their “ooohhhh’s” and “aaahhh’s” and various comments soon the sorting began as usual with the song from the sorting hat.
I’m a very old hat you see,
A wise old Gryffindor a thousand years past or more
whipped me off his head to see
what could be done with me.
I was to choose for them,
when they were all dead and gone
just who would be the best you see
to follow their blessed ways.
So Gryffindor put a brain in me
and here I am today,
I’ve sorted many who have come
through these halls my way.
Trust me now, I’ve yet been wrong,
I’ll put you where you need be.
If it’s Gryffindor with courage and truth or
with the brightest of Ravenclaw, or perhaps the loyal Huffelpuffs
or you just might belong with Slytherin sleek and cunning.
So sit on down, don’t be frightened for I don’t tend to bite.
Slip me about your ears snug and tight
and let me tell you where you will fit just right.
With the end of the song McGonagall started calling out the names of the first years.
“Asinovsky, Geraldine”…. “Huffelpuff!”
“Austin, Marie”… “Ravenclaw!”
“Austin, Nicolette” … “Gryffindor!”
and finally it ended with: “Zackarious, Alexander” … “Gryffindor!”.
All in all there were 25 first years, 12 were Gryffindor, 6 were Huffelpuff, 5 were Ravenclaw, and 2 were Slytherin.
After the sorting came Dumbledore’s annual announcements about the school rules and the warning not to enter the Forbidden Forest, then came what Harry had been waiting for, the introduction of the new DADA teacher.
Dumbledore cleared his throat and said “It is my pleasure to introduce to you the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. She has ample experience in this area and is a former Auror. It is my hope that she will be hear a great while.” His eyes twinkling “I give you Professor Miriam …Potter.”
There were several small gasps as well as a distinct ‘thud’. The thud belonged to Harry as he had passed out and hit the floor knocking over his goblet of pumpkin juice as well as his seat as he went down.
~~
“Well, that, wasn’t quite the reaction I expected.” Dumbledore said as he peered down at Harry in the infirmary as he was waking up.
“Wha…what happened?” asked Harry rubbing his eyes.
“You, my dear boy, passed out it seems.” Said Dumbledore, with the all too familiar twinkle in his eye.
Madam Pomfrey bustled in “Really, Mr. Potter, I am going to put a plaque with your name on it on this bed if you are in here much more.”
Harry of course had the decency to look a little sheepish at this remark.
“Harry, there is someone I would like you to meet. Harry this is your Aunt Miriam.” Dumbledore said gesturing to Miriam.
No wonder she looks familiar, except for the color of her hair she looks just like dad, Harry thought.
“Hello Harry,” Miriam said “I am sure Dumbledore has conveniently forgotten to mention my existence to you before now.” She shot Dumbledore a scathing look that reminded Harry of Snape. Dumbledore however had taken a great interest in the stitching on the bed curtains and failed to notice. His aunt just rolled her eyes shaking her head at this. “However,” she said “that fortunately, is something I can rectify. I am your father’s younger sister, by about two years.” She paused “Well, I know you probably have a lot of questions for me but we have all the time in the world to catch up. You need to get some sleep before classes start tomorrow, so get some rest.”
Harry started to get out of bed and Madam Pomfrey said “Now what do you think you are doing young man?
“Umm… going to my dorm.” Harry said
“Harry, maybe you should stay here for the night.” Miriam said concerned.
“I feel fine, nothing’s wrong with me.” He protested.
“It’s ok Harry, go on, just go to bed and get a good rest.” Dumbledore said soothingly.
As Harry left he heard his aunt say, “Are you sure that’s wise Dumbledore?, I mean he did faint, what is he really is sick?”
“I assure you Miriam, he was simply overwhelmed.” Said Dumbledore “And for the thousandth time, its Albus, you aren’t a student anymore.”
“Yes, Dumbledore…Albus” Miriam sighed
Harry was walking back to his dorm, many things on his mind so he wasn’t exactly looking where he was going, so next thing you know… ‘THUD’ and Harry for the second time that night ended up sprawled on the floor, looking up to see Draco Malfoy standing over him.
“Well,” Draco sneered “It seems Potter, you enjoy being on the floor.”
“Oh bugger off Malfoy” Harry glared at Draco.
“Is that an invitation, Potter?” Draco asked rather lewdly.
“Hardly,” Harry answered “You aren’t my type; I don’t do snakes—too slimy.” He glared at Malfoy.
Harry picked himself up off the floor and proceeded to the Gryffindor common room. When he arrived at the portrait of the Fat Lady he mumbled the password “Articulus Perfectus.” the portrait swung open, and Harry climbed through to the common room which was practically empty except, for his two best friends who were standing in the middle of the floor arguing.
‘Oh good grief, here we go again’ Harry thought. ‘What now?’
“Ron, you insufferable git” Hermione was yelling. “JUST GO GET IT, WE HAVE TO FIND OUT IF HE IS OK!”
“I WIL NOT” Ron yelled back “That’s Harry’s trunk and he deserves some privacy. What if he has something in there he doesn’t want me to see? Did you ever think of that? You are always complaining how nosey I am but yet when it’s convenient for you its ok!”
“OH really you are so aggravating sometimes!” Hermione yelled, “I could just strangle you! FINE! If you won’t go get it I will!”
“Really, it’s quite unnecessary, I am fine.” Harry said in a quiet voice.
Ron and Hermione did a double take before they both laughed and grabbed him in a hug.
“You had us worried Harry” Hermione said. “What happened?”
“Yeah, what happened?” Ron asked.
“Well, it seems out new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is my Aunt.” Harry said “My father’s sister.”
“Wow! She looks great” Ron said.
Hermione punched him on the shoulder “Oww… what was that for?” Ron shouted. She just rolled her eyes and said “BOYS!”
“What’s she like, Harry?” Ron asked still rubbing his shoulder.
“I don’t know really” Harry said, “We really didn’t have much time to talk, she seems nice enough though.”
“ I hope she is a good teacher.” Said Hermione “We are so far behind in Defense Against the Dark Arts, it will be good to have a teacher for more then one year. We might actually have an opportunity to learn more this year then ever before.”
Ron and Harry rolled their eyes. Hermione would never change.
~End Chapter Three~
*A/N: I know I know I know... I promise the citrus is \'coming\' soon!. Also in the next Chapter Miriam gets expalined more, otherwise this chapter would be a book. I will hopefully get it on here in a week or so...
ALSO: PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE: Let me know what you think. Thanks.
Harry, Hermione and Ron were sitting in the same compartment as always. They were talking about the upcoming year and what their classes might bee. Ae. As usual they were speculating on who the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor would be, but none of them had a clue.
This opening feast would hold the greatest surprise for Harry since finding out he had a God father.
They climbed the stairs and entered the great hall that was just as beautifully decorated as always. The night sky and the floating candles were there but this year there were flowers intermingled with the candles as well as on the tables. “The professors have really outdone themselves this year,” Hermione remarked, “It’s gorgeous.”
Harry and Ron were awestruck; they hadn’t really paid much attention to the decorations at start of term since their first year.
They all took their seats at the Gryffindor table and were looking around. Most of the professors were already seated at the head table only four vacancies, Harry knew that three belonged to McGonagall, Dumbledore and Hagrid, the forth obviously belonged te mye mysterious DADA professor.
Professor Dumbledore entered a short while later followed by a stunningly beautiful woman. She was tall, not quite as tall as Snape but tall in her own right. She had long unruly red hair that tangled its way down her back as if it had a mind of its own and unmarred alabaster skin except for one scar that trailed along her cheek from the corner of her left eye diagonally to just under her jaw line just before her chin. Her eyes were the most brilliant emerald green and clear as crystals. She was wearing emerald green robes that billowed around her almost making her look like she was floating. She was also wearing black slacks and a black silk blouse that was open to the third button, you could almost see here green lace bra peaking out as she walked.
Dumbledore pulled out her chair and she flashed him a small smile in gratitude. Dumbledore also sat down and he, Snape and the mystery woman proceeded to talk amongst themselves.
Ron and Harry were staring at the woman with their mouths gaping open.
“Really, you two!” Hermione said, disgusted. They hadn’t acted this bad since the world cup and all those Veela were about.
“But Hermione, look at her, she’s beautiful…” Ron said in wonder.
Hermione didn’t say anything she just kicked Ron as hard as she could in the shins.
“OWW! What did you do that for?” Ron shouted.
Hermione just glared at him.
Harry, meanwhile, had his own reasons for staring at the mystery woman. She looked so familiar, like he had seen her somewhere before, though he knew he had never met her before. “I wonder who she is.” Harry asked
“Well, obviously she is the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher silly. Its not like there are that many openings” Said Hermione.
Ron and Harry just looked at Hermione.
“Well it’s not.” she said
“I know that, Hermione, I was just wondering who she was, she looks familiar-- like I kner oer or something.” Harry replied.
Their conversation was interrupted by the clatter of the First years entering the great hall whispering their “ooohhhh’s” and “aaahhh’s” and various comments soon the sorting began as usual with the song from the sorting hat.
I’m a very old hat you see,
A wise old Gryffindor a thousand years past or more
whipped me off his head to see
what could be done with me.
I was to choose for them,
when they were all dead and gone
just who would be the best you see
to follow their blessed ways.
So Gryffindor put a brain in me
and here I am today,
I’ve sorted many who have come
through these halls my way.
Trust me now, I’ve yet been wrong,
I’ll put you where you need be.
If it’s Gryffindor with courage and truth or
with the brightest of Ravenclaw, or perhaps the loyal Huffelpuffs
or you just might belong with Slytherin sleek and cunning.
So sit on down, don’t be frightened for I don’t tend to bite.
Slip me about your ears snug and tight
and let me tell you where you will fit just right.
With the end of the song McGonagall started calling out the names of the first years.
“Asinovsky, Geraldine”…. “Huffelpuff!”
“Austin, Marie”… “Ravenclaw!”
“Austin, Nicolette” … “Gryffindor!”
and finally it ended with: “Zackarious, Alexander” … “Gryffindor!”.
All in all there were 25 first years, 12 were Gryffindor, 6 were Huffelpuff, 5 were Ravenclaw, and 2 were Slytherin.
After the sorting came Dumbledore’s annual announcements about the school rules and the warning not to enter the Forbidden Forest, then came what Harry had been waiting for, the introduction of the new DADA teacher.
Dumbledore cleared his throat and said “It is my pleasure to introduce to you the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. She has ample experience in this area and is a former Auror. It is my hope that she will be hear a great while.” His eyes twinkling “I give you Professor Miriam …Potter.”
There were several small gasps as well as a distinct ‘thud’. The thud belonged to Harry as he had passed out and hit the floor knocking over his goblet of pumpkin juice as well as his seat as he went down.
~~
“Well, that, wasn’t quite the reaction I expected.” Dumbledore said as he peered down at Harry in the infirmary as he was waking up.
“Wha…what happened?” asked Harry rubbing his eyes.
“You, my dear boy, passed out it seems.” Said Dumbledore, with the all too familiar twinkle in his eye.
Madam Pomfrey bustled in “Really, Mr. Potter, I am going to put a plaque with your name on it on this bed if you are in here much more.”
Harry of course had the decency to look a little sheepish at this remark.
“Harry, there is someone I would like you to meet. Harry this is your Aunt Miriam.” Dumbledore said gesturing to Miriam.
No wonder she looks familiar, except for the color of her hair she looks just like dad, Harry thought.
“Hello Harry,” Miriam said “I am sure Dumbledore has conveniently forgotten to mention my existence to you before now.” She shot Dumbledore a scathing look that reminded Harry of Snape. Dumbledore however had taken a great interest in the stitching on the bed curtains and failed to notice. His aunt just rolled her eyes shaking her head at this. “However,” she said “that fortunately, is something I can rectify. I am your father’s younger sister, by about two years.” She paused “Well, I know you probably have a lot of questions for me but we have all the time in the world to catch up. You need to get some sleep before classes start tomorrow, so get some rest.”
Harry started to get out of bed and Madam Pomfrey said “Now what do you think you are doing young man?
“Umm… going to my dorm.” Harry said
“Harry, maybe you should stay here for the night.” Miriam said concerned.
“I feel fine, nothing’s wrong with me.” He protested.
“It’s ok Harry, go on, just go to bed and get a good rest.” Dumbledore said soothingly.
As Harry left he heard his aunt say, “Are you sure that’s wise Dumbledore?, I mean he did faint, what is he really is sick?”
“I assure you Miriam, he was simply overwhelmed.” Said Dumbledore “And for the thousandth time, its Albus, you aren’t a student anymore.”
“Yes, Dumbledore…Albus” Miriam sighed
Harry was walking back to his dorm, many things on his mind so he wasn’t exactly looking where he was going, so next thing you know… ‘THUD’ and Harry for the second time that night ended up sprawled on the floor, looking up to see Draco Malfoy standing over him.
“Well,” Draco sneered “It seems Potter, you enjoy being on the floor.”
“Oh bugger off Malfoy” Harry glared at Draco.
“Is that an invitation, Potter?” Draco asked rather lewdly.
“Hardly,” Harry answered “You aren’t my type; I don’t do snakes—too slimy.” He glared at Malfoy.
Harry picked himself up off the floor and proceeded to the Gryffindor common room. When he arrived at the portrait of the Fat Lady he mumbled the password “Articulus Perfectus.” the portrait swung open, and Harry climbed through to the common room which was practically empty except, for his two best friends who were standing in the middle of the floor arguing.
‘Oh good grief, here we go again’ Harry thought. ‘What now?’
“Ron, you insufferable git” Hermione was yelling. “JUST GO GET IT, WE HAVE TO FIND OUT IF HE IS OK!”
“I WIL NOT” Ron yelled back “That’s Harry’s trunk and he deserves some privacy. What if he has something in there he doesn’t want me to see? Did you ever think of that? You are always complaining how nosey I am but yet when it’s convenient for you its ok!”
“OH really you are so aggravating sometimes!” Hermione yelled, “I could just strangle you! FINE! If you won’t go get it I will!”
“Really, it’s quite unnecessary, I am fine.” Harry said in a quiet voice.
Ron and Hermione did a double take before they both laughed and grabbed him in a hug.
“You had us worried Harry” Hermione said. “What happened?”
“Yeah, what happened?” Ron asked.
“Well, it seems out new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is my Aunt.” Harry said “My father’s sister.”
“Wow! She looks great” Ron said.
Hermione punched him on the shoulder “Oww… what was that for?” Ron shouted. She just rolled her eyes and said “BOYS!”
“What’s she like, Harry?” Ron asked still rubbing his shoulder.
“I don’t know really” Harry said, “We really didn’t have much time to talk, she seems nice enough though.”
“ I hope she is a good teacher.” Said Hermione “We are so far behind in Defense Against the Dark Arts, it will be good to have a teacher for more then one year. We might actually have an opportunity to learn more this year then ever before.”
Ron and Harry rolled their eyes. Hermione would never change.
~End Chapter Three~
*A/N: I know I know I know... I promise the citrus is \'coming\' soon!. Also in the next Chapter Miriam gets expalined more, otherwise this chapter would be a book. I will hopefully get it on here in a week or so...
ALSO: PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE: Let me know what you think. Thanks.