Harry Potter And The Tiger's Eyes

Author's Notes: How does the worst teacher and Ministry lackey deal with our favorite young half-breed? What will he do to her? What does she try to do to him? Sit back and find out.

As Hunter heads for his Defense Against the Dark Arts class he runs into the others and learns that Hermione had won a vial of Felix Felicis in class for making the best Drought of Living Death in the class.

Hermione blushes as Hunter congratulates her and she concedes that she only won because he hadn't been able to attend the class. "As much as I hate to admit it Hunter," she says. "You're better at potions and exams then I am."

Hunter laughs. "Maybe but you're the one who cares about that stuff. I would have just sat back and let the rest of you work on the potion while I wrote in my notebook."

"No you wouldn't" she nearly yells at him. "It was our assignment you would have done it and won."

Hunter laughs at her. "No I wouldn't," he says with a grin as they take their seats. "The second he made it into a contest was the second I would have refused to participate." They take out their supplies as he continues. "Face it Hermione you won fair and square. Besides what do I need with liquid luck anyways? Cats are naturally lucky." They all laugh as Professor Umbridge enters the room.

The short toad like Professor coughs and the class quiets down. She calls the roll and as she comes to the C's she gives Hunter what can only be described as a Death Glare. "Mr. Catiar," she scolds him. "You will remove those glasses in my classroom."

Hunter looks at her as he speaks. "With all do respect Professor, I would rather not."

She puffs herself up with all the self-importance she can as she addresses him again. "You will remove your glasses when in my class and you just earned yourself an additional week of detention."

Hunter shrugs as he looks at his friends. "Well there goes February." He closes his eyes as he takes his sunglasses off. He slowly opens them again as he stares across the room at his teacher. He can't help the slight fanged grin as he sees her reaction.

She turns away in fright as she continues calling the roll. Once all the students are accounted for she tells them to put their wands away and take out their books.

"Your teaching in this subject has been rather disrupted and fragmented, the constant changing of teachers, many of whom do not seem to have followed any type of Ministry-approved curriculum, has unfortunately resulted in your being far below the standard we would expect to see in your N.E.W.T years.

"You will be pleased to know, however, that these problems are now being rectified. We will be following a carefully structured, theory-centered, Ministry-approved course of defensive magic this year. Copy down the following please."

She raps the blackboard as the course objectives appear. Hunter can't help but laugh out loud as he reads them.

1. Understanding the principles underlying defensive magic.
2. Learning to recognize situations in which defensive magic can legally be used.
3. Placing the use of defensive magic in a context for practical use.

"Is there something amusing you'd like to share with the class Mr. Catiar?" Professor Umbridge asks him.

"Actually yes," Hunter replies as he calms himself down enough to talk normally. "It's just that those were the exact same course objectives I had in my first year back in America." He is still chuckling as he continues. "Forgive me but I had assumed that since we were in our last two years of school that this class would be about practical applications of magic." He can see her outrage at his words but he doesn't care.

"Your assumptions Mr. Catiar are incorrect. You will now open your books and read them silently." Hunter shrugs and takes out his notebook and pen before he begins writting. "Mr. Catiar," Professor Umbridge nearly shouts. "You are supposed to be reading your text book not writting."

Hunter shrugs. "Already read it." He continues to write in his notebook. "Personally I found the whole thing dreadfully dull and the Author just repeated himself several times during the second half of the book so anything after chapter 10 is just review and is really not even worth reading."

"That will be 20 points from Gryffindor and an additional weeks detention Mr. Catiar." Professor Umbridge nearly spat. "You are not a Ministry recognized authority on such matters as what is and is not worth reading in Ministry-approved curriculums. I do not expect that a half-breed like you can fully understand such delicate matters as the education of young impressionable minds."

Hunter's laugh is so loud that it drowns out the murmurs of the other students. "You really are quite amusing in your arrogance and anti-demi human views." He stands up slowly allowing her to take in his full height as he tucks his hair behind his pointed ears. His fangs almost sparkle in the light as he continues. "I am not a half anything." Hunter says defiantly. "I am a child of Seline, a Bastet with a long noble pedigree stretching back to your geneses. I am blessed by the King of Cats as a warrior of the tribe of the sun. I am Khan and will not waste any more of your time." Hunter collects his belongings and walks to the door. "I will see you on Friday nights for my detentions," he says opening the door. "But I shall no longer be attending this class." He walks out the door and back to the common room.

Hunter met up with the others for Transfiguration and they couldn't stop talking about what he had done during Umbridge's class. "Drop it," Hunter finally said as Professor McGonagall entered the room. She gave them their assignment then asked Hunter to remain behind after class to speak with her.

As had become his habit in class Hunter worked on his lyrics while the others struggled to complete the classwork. When it came time to hand in their assignment Hunter and Hermione's would be perfect while the others would be varying shapes and forms of incomplete transfigurations.

Hunter remained behind as instructed and sat on his desk waiting for his Head of House to begin. "Mr. Catiar," Professor McGonagall addressed him. "It has come to my attention that you have dropped your Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Care to explain?"

Hunter shrugs as usual. "She's a bigot and has no intentions of teaching us anything useful." Hunter began. "If we're expected to learn to defend ourselves from reading books I can do that on my own and see no point in wasting my time."

Professor McGonagall considers his words and can only nod. Hunter had demonstrated last year that he was capable of keeping up with his course loads without having to attend class. "If that is how you feel then that will be acceptable. However, I will have to speak with the Headmaster about making arrangements so you can still take the exams for the class."

"That will be fine," Hunter agrees. "If she's anything like I suspect she is then she's already got the tests written and they're from that stupid book she has them reading. Tell Professor Dumbledore to have Dobby bring them to me tonight and I'll have them ready for him to deliver in the morning." He collects his things and leaves for his next class.

Hunter had apologized to Hagrid for the others saying that they had to drop his class due to the increased workload from the classes they needed for their career choices. Hagrid was naturally disappointed but understood that they needed to focus on the future and that they were too swamped with their other classes and had to drop his.

"I'm just grateful that you at least decided to continue with my N.E.W.T classes." Hagrid had told him after his first class.

"It's not a problem since I don't have a career planned that requires specific classes." Hunter says as they walk back to the castle for dinner.

"What do you intend to do after Hogwarts?" Hagrid asks him as they reach the front steps.

"Not too sure really," Hunter admits. "I'd love to continue with my music. Either teaching or performing but I'll probably end up finding something else to do."

Hunter says goodbye to Hagrid as he joins his friends for dinner. "You should have seen it," Ron begins telling the rest of the group about Hunter's little speech in Umbridge's class. "He told her exactly what he thought of the book and what he was then said he's never setting foot in her class again."

"Hunter is that true?" Katie demands. He can see the fear and disappointment in her eyes.

Hunter shrugs. "It didn't go exactly like that," he begins. "But basically that's the general idea." He proceeds to fill up his plate as Ron and Hermione argue over the finer points of his display while Ginny and Neville look back and forth between them like a tennis match.