Unexpected Things

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and properties don’t belong to me but JK Rowling. And I don't get money from writing this fic. This story hasn’t been betaed yet. So beware of the grammar mistake. I’m looking for a beta to help me fixing the story.


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Chapter III


The compartment door opened and Ginny, Dean, and Seamus walked in.

“Hey Harry,” Dean greeted him as he, Seamus, and Ginny took a seat.

“What have I heard about the chosen one, eh?” Seamus asked, grinning. “You should bring us to ministry with you, you know.” He seemed regretting that he missed the change to fight the death eater in the ministry.

“Well, you did kill Voldemort Harry,” Ginny said.

Still, Harry hated those stories on Daily Prophet. One day, Harry thought, he was going to reform the newspaper and made them publish a true story. Not all the crap Rita Skeeter had written.

“Hey Harry, are we going to continue DA this year?” this time it was Ginny who asked.

“I will think about it,” Harry said, giving her the same answer he gave Luna.

“I think it’s a good idea.” Hermione said. “Voldemort is dead but death eaters are still out there. Aside of that, DA also really helped us in DADA.”

They nodded at that.

“Without you Harry, I would never get exceeds expectations for DADA with that toad teaching us,” Seamus commented.

“It would be great if we could make DA extracurricular program,” Dean said. “So anyone can learn from you Harry. It will help our NEWT class.”

The topic shifted to their NEWT classes they’re going to take. Harry was going to take charms, herbology, transfiguration, defense against the dark art, and the last, potion. The NEWT requirement for Auror program.

Snape miraculously allowed Harry to continue NEWT potion class even though he only got Exceed Expectations. Harry thought it had connection with his conversation at Grimmauld Place. Tonks had suggested for him to enroll into auror program to which Harry replied that he doubted he would be able to do it with his potion mark.

Remus who was nearby commented that when they’re in school, Lily, Harry’s mother, was one of the best students at potions that she became teacher’s favorite. Right when he said that, Dumbledore, followed by Snape entering the room. Snape looked at him oddly when Lily’s name was mentioned, then he looked away, as if something never happened.

But the next day, Dumbledore told him that Snape was willing to make exception for him. Of course, he had to study hard or he would be kicked out of the class. Maybe Dumbledore personally persuaded that greasy git or something. But as long as Harry could follow his dream to become auror, he didn’t mind about that.

After talking with Kingsley, Harry found out that aside of capturing dark wizards, auror also dealt with criminals daily and they also sometimes acted as bodyguard for important figure. He was reminded of the aurors was act as his bodyguards based on ministry’s orders. Harry thought that in muggle world, auror would be equivalent with police.

Why he still wanted to be an auror after Voldemort’s death? Harry wasn’t that naïve. Dumbledore had won against Grindelwald. Voldemort rose the next. There were always people craving power outside there. Only in a different form. Grindelwald with greater good as his slogan and Voldemort with his pureblood supremacy propaganda.

It’s amazing really; how Voldemort was able sway most of pureblood families into serving him. And now he’s dead. But Voldemort wouldn’t be the last. That, Harry was sure. Not that he was expecting for the next dark lord but evil people always existed in the society. Just look at the muggle world, they had CIA, FBI, Interpol, Scotland Yard, an all but criminality never disappeared.

So, being an auror suited Harry fine. Ron too, planned to join auror training. Hermione, Harry suspected, was interested in working for department for the regulation and control of magical creature.


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“I’m hungry,” Ron complained.

“Honestly Ron,” Hermione rolled her eyes. They were in great hall right now, waiting for Dumbledore to finish his speech.

“And now,” Dumbledore said, “I would like to introduce the new defense against the dark art professor, Lucius Malfoy.”

Dumbledore clapped as Lucius took his seat on the table, next to Snape. The blond man was dressed in black robe exactly like he was in Quidditch World Cup. Only Slytherins clapped loudly, Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws were too shocked to do so, and Gryffindors were giving Lucius death glares. Draco Malfoy, for obvious reason, couldn’t hide his grin, probably already fantasizing about the favoritism which would be given by his father to Slytherin House.

Harry decided to join Dumbledore, looking straight in Lucius’ eyes as he did so, and clapped next, much to everyone shock, including Slytherin. Malfoy threw nasty glare at him which he promptly ignored. Lucius’s face showed no emotions at all. Despite that, Harry knew very well that the man was very capable of showing his emotion if he wanted to. At least, when he was angry as Harry had witnessed in the second year, when he tricked Lucius into releasing Dobby.

“Well, let’s eat everyone,” Dumbledore said and the food appeared on the table.

“Yes!” Ron exclaimed enthusiastically.

Hermione rolled her eyes and then turned to Harry. “Harry,” she began.

He glanced up and saw that Hermione was watching him shrewdly. “Yes, Hermione?”

“I hope you know what you’re doing. Hiring Malfoy as DADA professor.” She said.

Harry gave a quick, dismissive gesture. “I know what I’m doing Hermione. Don’t worry, okay,” he said, looking directly into Lucius Malfoy.


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Harry and Ron didn’t have a class in the morning so they went to Gryffindor common room. There were only a few seventh year students there, including Katie Bell. The only one left from the original Gryffindor quidditch team when Harry joined it at his first year.

“I knew it!” she exclaimed loudly when she saw the captain’s emblem on Harry’s chest.

Harry and Ron spend an hour talking with Katie about quidditch strategy and all. Then they went to DADA classroom. Hermione was already standing in the corridor. She wasn’t the only one. Neville, Dean, Seamus, were also there too. Neville looked nervous, undoubtedly to the fact that they’re going to be in the same room with Lucius Malfoy. The man who tortured them just a few weeks ago.

“Well, well. Looks who’s here. The Chosen One,” Malfoy’s drawled voice came.

Ron growled.

“Well, hello to you Malfoy,” Harry said sarcastically.

“So you managed to kill you-know-who, Potter?” Malfoy said. “Are you really sure you killed him?”

“Missed your old master, ferret?” Ron asked scathingly.

Hermione glared at Malfoy too and then nudged them. “Just go into the class. We’re almost late.”

Throwing a hateful glare toward Mafoy, Harry and Ron followed Hermione’s step.

Lucius was already in the class. “Come in and close the door,” He ordered and waited for everyone to sit down. He didn’t pay attention to the stares and glares he received. Neville, Harry noticed, was twitching in his seat. No doubt, the teen was reminded about the fiasco at the ministry by Lucius’ presence.

“Today we’re going to practice nonverbal spell,” Lucius said, wasting no time. “I believe all of you have been taught how to destroy innate object.” And he listed the spell, such as Reducto. “Today we’re going to do it nonverbally. However, the strength of the spell is based on the power of the caster. Some of you won’t be able to cause a major damage and some of you,” he looked at the entire class, “would be able to destroy the innate object.”

He waved his wand and conjured a large granite rock in the middle of the room. “The spell is sepelio,” he said, “a higher level spell than reducto.”

Lucius waved his wand again and the rock split into two. He waved his wand again and the rock was restored to its original state. Then he waved his wand again and a big hole appeared on the rock. ”The effect, of course, is depended on your power. A powerful wizard is able to turn it into dust. Now, all of you will try the spell. Nonverbally.”

“We’re supposed to blast this thing nonverbally? Is he insane?” Ron asked in disbelief. “Wait, don’t answer that. He’s a death eater. Of course he’s insane.”

The Slytherins weren’t faring better. Many stared at Lucius in disbelief, including his son.

“The chances for us to…” Hermione began.

“Hermione!” Ron whined. “I so don’t want to hear your lecture right now.”

“Line up now,” Lucius ordered.

Everyone stood in the line to try the spell. It was no wonder at all that Hermione was the first to master it. Her spell created a small hole on the granite rock.

Lucius waved his wand again and the hole disappeared. “Next,” he drawled.

Not even an acknowledgement. Harry mused. McGonagall would award Hermione with at least ten points. Well, at least Lucius didn’t behave like Snape in the class, yet.

Neville, who stood in front of Harry, tried next and failed. But Harry knew Neville would master it in the future. Neville was a hard worker who would try and try again until he succeeded.

“Your turn Mr Potter.”

Harry raised his wand and pointed it at the granite. Sepelio. He thought inwardly. The tip of his wand glowed red and a second later the granite turned into dust.

“You did it Harry,” Ron shouted happily. Seamus and Dean grinned beside him.

Harry turned to face Lucius. “Well, what do you think Professor?’ he asked with a sly smile.

Lucius raise one eyebrow but other than that there was no change in his facial expression. They stared at each other for a while. Harry kept looking at the blond. He wouldn’t be the first to turn away. Finally, it was Lucius who relented.

“Five points to Gryffindor Mr. Potter.”


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“That was brilliant Harry,” Ron said when they left the class. “The look on Malfoy’s face,” he added again, snickering.

It was true. Malfoy junior didn’t seem pleased at all when his father gave points to Gryffindor. Harry was positive that Draco Malfoy thought his father was going to favor Slytherin, much like Snape.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione spend their lunch time talking about the class. After lunch, Hermione went to her Arithmancy class, meanwhile Ron and Harry went back to Gryffindor common room to do their DADA homework. Harry finished it first. Hermione joined them later and together they went to potion class. Ron didn’t join them as he only got Acceptable for potion.

There were only four Slytherins who managed NEWT class, including Malfoy. Four Ravenclaws and one Hufflepuff, Ernie Macmillan, whom Harry liked even though he was a bit arrogant.

“Hi Harry, Hermione,” Ernie greeted them.

They didn’t have a chance to reply as Snape appeared on the corridor. “Get in,” he ordered.

Harry and Hermione entered the class and took the seat. They sat together with Ernie. Harry could see that Malfoy was looking at him, eyebrow raised. As if questioning Harry what was he doing there. Harry in return, glared at him.

“Welcome to NEWT class. Even though I have to say that some of you don’t qualify to be in here.” Snape stared at Harry as he said that. “Today we’re going to brew Draught of the Living Dead. Get to work now,” he barked.

As usual Hermione brew the best potion in the class. But Harry didn’t fall behind her. Right after he found out he could continue potion, he immediately studied his advanced potion making book. He would never give Snape the satisfaction of humiliating him in front of the class anymore.


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After dinner, Harry went to Professor McGonagall’s office to discuss about quidditch try out since he was the new captain. He was already halfway to Gryffindor tower when he felt someone was following him. Taking out his wand, he whispered. “Sine levis.” And the corridor went dark.

Quite an useful spell. Harry found it in one of the books he read at Grimmauld Place. The spell would create darkness in one hundred meters radius around the caster but the caster of the spell would be able to see clearly. The enemy wouldn’t be able to see anything or to create a light from the wand.

To Harry’s astonishment he found out that it was Lucius Malfoy who was following him. Harry waved his wand and ended the spell. “Professor,” he greeted the blond man.

Lucius stood in front of Harry and looked at him with his hard, grey eyes. “Interesting spell Mr. Potter, and borderline dark, to say,” he said smoothly.

“I do believe it’s the intent behind it that determines whether the spell is dark or no,” Harry replied. “However, I don’t believe it at all if you followed me without any purpose. So, what can I do for you, professor?”

Lucius arched one eyebrow. Harry could detect a hint of amusement in his grey eyes.

“Well Mr. Potter, a reliable source told me that it was you who suggested my appointment as Hogwarts’s defense against the dark art professor.”

“I don’t think that I have power to influence a teacher appointment here,” Harry said but he didn’t deny the accusation.

“But you do Mr. Potter,” Lucius replied silkily, eyes wondering to the scar on Harry’s forehead. “After all, you are the Chosen One, Slayer of the Evil, I believe?” Lucius said sarcastically, quoting Daily Prophet headline a few days ago.

Harry, once again, cursed the stupid newspaper but managed to reply. “I didn’t realize that you have such a faith in me.”

Lucius’ eyes narrowed dangerously. “Be careful Mr. Potter. You’re playing with fire,” he said coldly.

“But I know how to extinguish it, Professor.” Harry replied innocently.

They stared at each other then Lucius stepped back and said, “I believe it’s past curfew now. Return to your dorm before I deduct any points from Gryffindor.”

Harry merely shrugged and turned to leave, but not before giving parting words. “I think I’m going to enjoy your presence here.”

To his delight Harry found out that Lucius was still staring at him with unreadable expression on his face.

“Goodnight, Lucius.” Harry smirked and left.

Author’s Note:

My first Harry Potter fanfiction. So don’t be harsh with me ok. The challenge is there. If anyone wants to write a story based on the idea, go ahead. The more the merrier I think. I could give you the storyline details if you want to write it just contact me. Some part of this story I got from Half Blood Prince.

I want to write a story about powerful Harry. Harry after all managed to become head of auror in the age of twenty seven. So of course he was powerful. And I’m bored reading those stories in where Harry was such a pathetic weak person.

Oh, and you also can give suggestion as to how Harry would manage to sway Lucius. If the ideas fit the story, I will incorporate it. So give me suggestions and ideas, ok.

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