Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Harry Potter And The Dawn Of War ❯ Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Dueling Wands

 

Harry is sitting in Defense Against the Dark Arts class. “And so as things progressed the giants moved onto the mainland of Europe. The war with the giants ended and we were able to live in peace. Now who knows what spell was used to send the Giantess Grindergore and her husband Goregutz into a hysterical fit so they would kill each other?” Hermione raises her hand. “Of course you know Ms. Granger but does anyone else know?” Hermione scowls and lowers her hand. Ms. Night was beginning to remind her more and more of Professor Snape. “Anyone? Come on someone at least guess.” Harry raises his hand. “Someone not from Gryffindor? Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, you can't rely on Gryffindor for everything.” No one raises their hand. “Very well. The wizard was Grindlewald. What else was Grindlewald known for?” Hermione raises her hand. “Not you. Five points from Gryffindor.”

 

“That's not fair.” Neville speaks up. “You asked us a question and she wanted to answer.”

 

“Another five points from Gryffindor. I specifically told Ms. Granger not to answer any more questions but she just has to raise her hand. Now as long as you're speaking out of turn what else was the wizard Grindlewald known for?” Neville gulps as he thinks of the answer. “Well?”

 

“Um, the mastermind behind the World War?”

 

“Which one?”

 

“Um, uh, the second one?”

 

“Very good, five points from Gryffindor. Next time know the answer and don't guess. Or keep your mouth shut and don't interrupt my class.” Ms. Night gets her wand out. “We will have a test on the giant wars on Friday. Until then I was told by Dumbledore to hand these out.” Ms. Night waves her wand and a pile of papers appear on her desk. “Since Dumbledore made a very good point in a staff meeting you will be getting real dueling lessons. Not some childish wand waving like you learned your second year with Professor Lockhart but a true dueling lesson. A duel of wands and magic.”

 

“Um, why Professor Night?” A Hufflepuff asks a question hoping not to be yelled at.

 

“Because the Dark Lord, He Who Can Not Be Named, Voldemort,” Most of the students flinch. “Is back. You will not be fighting imps and fairies but other wizards and witches. Death Eaters will be your opponent not some silly Boggart. I understand some of you have already killed Death Eaters. Devin Stark, you killed several in your fifth year did you not?”

 

“Yes Professor.”

 

“How did you do it? What spells did you use to extinguish the life out of Voldemort's followers?”

 

“I didn't use spells.” Devin is uncomfortable with this. “They were killing younger students in the Great Hall. I went in and told them to stop or I would kill them. They tried to kill me but that only made me mad. I killed them to punish them for what they had done.” Devin's voice is cold as he recounts what happened nearly two years ago. “I ripped their souls from there body and tore them apart. I apparently was able to take pieces from different Death Eaters to form a soul for myself.” Monica puts a hand on Devin's arm.

 

“Devin stop it you're scaring me.”

 

“So you did not duel? You used some special power you have to kill them? I would not rely on those for everything. Please come to the dueling lessons, all of you. Only open to you and the sixth year students. You will learn more about fighting the Dark Arts there. As I've already said in today's age we are not fighting Giants or Dragons but other wizards.” She looks at the two tables the Slytherin sat at. “Mostly from the Slytherin house.” Then Ms. Night looks over at the Gryffindor's. “But one notable name comes from Gryffindor. Ronald Weasly…” Harry stands up from the table shouting.

 

“Don't speak that name! He's a traitor and deserved to die!” Ms. Night smiles at Harry.

 

“Yes and his death sent his father over the edge. Arthur really believes that Voldemort can bring Ronald Weasly back to life.” Harry grabs for his wand wanting to shut Ms. Night up.

 

“Harry no.” Hermione grabs his arm.

 

“Mad about this Potter? That your friend would betray you to the man who killed your parents? To the man who tried to kill you? That then his father, someone you looked up to would betray you? This is what it was like for years when Voldemort walked the Earth before you were born. If you want to get revenge on people like this then go to the dueling classes. Dumbledore will be holding the classes in the Great Hall as these flyers tell you.”

 

“Harry sit down.” Hermione pulls Harry down into his seat then rubs her ring. She must be helping Arthur. She mentioned most of the Death Eaters came from Slytherin then talked about Ron and Arthur. Probably expects the Slytherin to write to their parents telling them about what Ms. Night said. “Ms. Night can we please discuss something else?”

 

“Yes Ms. Granger.” Ms. Night continues talking about giants and the war between them and wizards.

 

After class Harry and Hermione walk to the library to study for the upcoming test on giants. “I can't believe she said that!” Harry was still angry. “Equating that bastard to his father. Arthur is putting his life on the line for Dumbledore.” Hermione shushes Harry.

 

“What if a Slytherin heard that? Harry Ms. Night is part of the Order. She was probably told to do that to help Arthur's cover.” Hermione takes Harry's hand in hers. “She knows Arthur is a good guy, I think.”

 

“What?”

 

“Maybe not all of the Order knows about Arthur. It would help keep his cover if only a few knew.”

 

“I guess. Thanks for saving me Mione. I wonder how many points she would have taken off for attacking her.” Harry laughs nervously. “Are you going to the dueling lessons Mione?”

 

“Of course Harry. After the lessons Dumbledore gave me last year I might be able to help. You should come to Harry you are a good dueler.” They get to the library and look for books on giants.

 

“I might. Maybe get a chance to duel Ms. Night and shut her up.” Harry was starting to dislike Professor Night more than Professor Snape. When Hermione clears her throat Harry looks at her. “What Mione?”

 

“Don't open your connection to Voldemort. If Dumbledore is there Voldemort will feel his power, or lack of it.”

 

“I don't need to use Voldemort's powers to fight Professor Night. I can take her with my own wand.”

 

“Harry she's just as tough on you as all the Professor's are. I don't see why you dislike her so much.” Hermione didn't like being punished simply for knowing an answer but Professor Night was still a Professor. “Do you blame her for Dumbledore stepping down?”

 

“No but I don't like what she does. Or what she says.”

 

“She was saying that to help Arthur or she doesn't know about Dumbledore's plan.” Hermione grabs a large leather bound book off of the shelf. “In depth on Grindlewald's actions in the giant war.”

 

“She's evil!” Harry doesn't mean to shout this but does. “That explains why I don't like her. She, she keeps going on about Grindlewald and other dark wizards and what they did in the past. When she made us cover the Dark Lord Thrall and his influence on the Goblins in 1644 she kept going…” Hermione puts a hand over his mouth when Professor Night walks into the library.

 

“Rubbish.” Professor Night was returning a book. “Nothing about the Dark Lord Magnus and how he was the one who stopped the extinction of Gryphon's.” She was returning a book on gryphon's.

 

“See?” Harry and Hermione watch as Professor Night leaves the library. “She's evil. Obsessed with Dark Lords.”

 

“You're obsessed with Voldemort. So is Dumbledore and the Order. Maybe Professor Night likes to see both sides of an argument. She does have a point that Grindlewald help drive the giants out of England.”

 

“He did that so he could gain support for his take over. Professor Night is evil. She must be spying for Voldemort.” Harry starts to walk away from the library when Hermione grabs his arm.

 

“Harry what are you doing? You can't attack her she's a Professor!” Harry pulls his arm away from Hermione.

 

“I'm going to Dumbledore. How could he not see she is evil?” Harry storms off for Dumbledore's office. Hermione runs after him trying to calm him down and explain to him that Professor Night couldn't be evil.

 

“I don't know the password.” Harry pounds on the door. “Let me in I need to speak to Professor Dumbledore!” The door doesn't open. “Hermione think of Muggle treats while I use wizard treats.” They start naming candy when Hermione says “Jolly Rancher” and the doors open.

 

“Hello?” Dumbledore sees the door open. “I thought I was hearing things.” Dumbledore is standing next to Fawkes who was looking bad. “Ah Harry come to help me with Fawkes? He always seems to resurrect when you're here.” And sure enough Fawkes burst into flames. “There we go.” Dumbledore goes over to his chair and sits down. “What are you here for?” Hermione and Harry start to talk at the same time. “One at a time please.”

 

“Professor Night is an agent for Voldemort!” Harry shouts at the top of his lungs at Dumbledore.

 

“No she isn't.” Hermione stays calm.

 

“She covers nothing but how great past Dark Lord's are and she hates me! Not only that just today she was saying bad things about Arthur even though he's doing it for you!”

 

“She's a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher she's supposed to cover the former Dark Lords.”

 

“She was interrogating Devin trying to get information for Voldemort on how he killed Death Eaters during his fifth year! She reveled in hearing how he killed Death Eaters! She's evil!” Harry and Hermione debate in front of Dumbledore in his office for several minutes.

 

“I see. While both arguments are well defended I believe there is something I should tell you both.” Dumbledore gets his wand out. He waves it and a book appears. “As you will see she is a double agent.”

 

“But, Dumbledore, you know she is working for Voldemort?” Dumbledore nods his head. Hermione hands the book to Harry and Harry sees pictures of Professor Night associating with Voldemort and Death Eaters. “How can you let her into the school? She could kill a student!”

 

“She wouldn't. As a double agent she has to make use believe she is on our side. Fortunately we had our own double agent in Voldemort's circle. We've been feeding her false information allowing us to capture Death Eaters. As long as the Order knows she is working for Voldemort we have the upper hand.” Dumbledore reaches over and opens a glass jar. “Juice drop?”

 

“No thanks. She, she could, have spies or something. She could let in other Death Eaters into the school. She could hurt Harry and make it look like an accident. What if she has a monster in the class and it attacks Harry and it takes her a few extra seconds to get it off of Harry!?”

 

“She could but I know Harry can take care of himself. I have set things up so that I can get to the class in an instant. And with my seat here I can make sure she does not bring any creatures a student could not handle. Like a River Gnoll.” Dumbledore looks at Harry.

 

“I don't feel so bad about that now.”

 

“Harry what is on your mind?”

 

“Uh, nothing.”

 

“You do not feel comfortable telling me? Very well it is your own business. If you have no other worries you may leave.”

 

“Ok. Thank you for trusting us Dumbledore.” Harry then realizes how hypocritical that sounds as he stands up to leave. Dumbledore trusted them with Order information but he wouldn't tell Dumbledore about what he had seen and heard while playing Quidditch. Of course it was impossible for Ron to be back. Unless Voldemort did bring Ron Weasly back in exchange for Arthur Weasly's loyalty. Voldemort knew how since he was the previous owner of the Necronomicon. He only let Harry have the book so Harry would attempt to bring his parents back so Voldemort could use them for bargaining.

 

“I'm sorry Harry.” Hermione apologizes to Harry. “You were right she is evil. But Dumbledore knew about it already.” Hermione grabs his arm and stops him after they leave Dumbledore's office. “What was Dumbledore talking about?” Harry ignores the question. “Harry what was Dumbledore talking about? What are you not telling him?”

 

“Nothing. It's stupid and I didn't want to bother him and I don't want to bother you with it.” Harry tries to not talk about it but Hermione wasn't going to let Harry not talk about it.

 

“Harry what is it? Did your scar hurt? Did you have a dream with Voldemort in it? Or is it that girl you keep seeing in your dreams?” Hermione has to walk faster as Harry tries to get away. “What is it!? Please tell me Harry. I don't care if it is stupid I want to know.”

 

“Mione trust me you don't want to know.”

 

“Is it about me? Harry I know we haven't been able to do much together but with NEWTs and patrols and the meetings…” Harry interrupts Hermione with a kiss on the lips.

 

“It's not you.” Harry smiles at Hermione. “Believe me Hermione it isn't about you. Everything else is though.” Harry kisses her again. “Like what to get you for Christmas.”

 

“Christmas is months away Harry.”

 

“Yes but when I can give you anything you want I have to choose what is best.” Harry kisses her glad Hermione had forgotten about what they were talking about. “And NEWTs, don't worry Mione. You could miss every class and still pass them.” Hermione gives him a stare.

 

“It isn't about passing it is about doing my best. If I decide to become a teacher or an Auror I don't want to be the teacher who just passed but the one who did the best on their tests.”

 

“As long as you don't become the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.” They both laugh.

 

“It's not cursed. I'll become a teacher just to prove it to you!” They both laugh again. “What about you Harry?”

 

“Quidditch, if Voldemort is gone.” Harry's words turn the mood between the two. “If not I'll become an Auror.”

 

“Then I will to.”

 

“Mione I'd rather you be the DADA teacher it would be safer.” Harry takes Hermione's hand in his. “And I don't want you in danger. You're an amazing witch but when under pressure, in the face of danger, you don't do well.” Hermione squeezes his hand hard. “I don't have any wood.”

 

“That was our first year.” Hermione rolls her eyes. “I didn't panic when I discovered what the monster was our second year.” Hermione gives a smug look at Harry.

 

“That is true Mione. But I'd still rather you become a teacher or something else rather than be an Auror.” They continue walking back to the library to study for the giants test on Friday.

 

That Saturday after lunch Harry and Hermione were wondering what to do. Halloween was the next day so the feast was coming up. “I don't want to go. I always gain a kilo or two.” Hermione grabs at her stomach and pulls on a little bit of skin. “If I run a lot during the dueling lesson maybe I'll be able to work this off and be ready for the feast tomorrow.”

 

“Mione if you're fat then I'm bigger than Hagrid.” Harry laughs. “If you joined me and the Gryffindor Quidditch team in training you wouldn't have to worry about that.” Harry kisses Hermione.

 

“I can't fly and I'm in great shape. Most wizards and witches couldn't run to save their life.” Hermione had joined Harry and the Gryffindor Quidditch team when they did laps to work on their stamina. She just didn't always run with them for the whole time. “Worried about your match against Hufflepuff?”

 

“Of course not. If they don't go the way of Slytherin we'll beat them. I'm just worried about how many points Slytherin will score against Ravenclaw and how to keep Hufflepuff from grabbing the Snitch.”

 

“Don't do anything like you did last time Harry. It was ruddy awful sitting with Ravenclaw in Arithmancy.”

 

“I wouldn't know because I don't have that class.”

 

“But your girlfriend does.” Hermione kisses Harry. “Worried about tonight? Who do you think you'll get partnered with?”

 

“I don't know. I'd love to duel Professor Night. Put her in her place.” Harry didn't like that Professor Night made comments about Hagrid on Friday before, during, and after the test. “I can't believe Dumbledore is letting that Death Eater teach us.” Harry squeezes Hermione's hand.

 

“Who better to teach about the Dark Arts then someone who is, well, dark?” Hermione doesn't like Harry's look. “Besides as long as Dumbledore knows she is working for Voldemort then nothing bad will happen.” They continue to talk as they go to the Common Room.

 

“I hate you!” A fifth year Gryffindor student storms out of the Common Room after fighting with her boyfriend.

 

“Wow Hermione I'm glad we're never like that.”

 

“Harry we didn't speak to each other for how long after the fight we had?” Harry looks away. “But we aren't like that now.” They walk over to a couch and sit down in it. “Harry, if you do duel Professor Night, don't hurt her. She's still a Professor even if she is,” Hermione leans in and whispers to Harry. “A Death Eater.” Hermione clears her throat and pulls away when a couple students stare at her. “And that's why we should go to the dueling lessons tonight.”

 

“Ok.” Harry smiles as Hermione cover story seems to work. “But I'll still beat you Mione.”

 

“In your wildest dreams Harry.” Harry leans in and whispers into Hermione's ear.

 

“You're always in my dreams.” Harry laughs as Hermione blushes. No she isn't. The voice! That other woman dominates your dreams. Although I don't believe they are dreams Harry.

 

“Harry?” Hermione notices the blank look on Harry's face. She waves a hand in front of his face but he doesn't move.

 

She has a connection to you even deeper than that of your connection to Voldemort. You remember the dreams of being in a different place. Surrounded by children you've never met. It was an orphanage, her orphanage. You've been seeing what she sees since you were a little boy. “No, that can't be. I mean, those dreams, they weren't that.”Harry you used to trust me. “I still do.” Harry was in a trance as he and the voice spoke. She says she's your sister and I believe her. Do you believe her?” Harry only nods his head. Good. Tonight you will attempt to contact her. It works both ways you know. Although I am sure she thinks of her dreams as nightmares the way the Dursley's treated you.

 

“Harry!” Hermione shakes Harry but he doesn't snap out of the trance. “Monica, I need Monica.” Hermione runs to the girls' dormitory rooms looking for Monica who could see if Harry was being possessed.

 

You must contact her and tell her you saw and heard from Ronald Weasly! She will tell Voldemort and he will know that he is still alive. “No, he's dead.” He isn't! He contacted you and that poor Ravenclaw Seeker, she met him. He gave her power and controlled her. That is why she attacked you. “Ok. I, I'll contact my sister and tell her Ron is still alive. But how do I do that? I've never been able to talk to her.” Concentrate. When you go to sleep you must concentrate on her face! On her voice! You will make the connection and then you will be able to talk to her. “Ok, I'll do that. Tonight I'll do that.” Harry shakes his head and realizes Hermione and Monica are standing over him frantic.

 

“How can you be sure? He won't answer me! He just went into a trance!” Hermione shakes Monica.

 

“I'm ok.” Harry stands up. “It wasn't Voldemort.” Harry looks at Hermione. “How long was I out?”

 

“About ten minutes Harry. What was it? If it wasn't Voldemort what was it?” Hermione sits down next to Harry on the couch. Hermione puts her hands on his shoulders and looks him in the eyes.

 

“I, Hermione, not here.” Harry looks at Monica. Hermione nods understanding what Harry meant.

 

“Oh I see I'm good enough to make sure he isn't possessed by Voldemort but not good enough to know what was wrong with him.” Monica walks away from the two muttering to herself.

 

“Follow me.” Harry gets off the couch and Hermione follows him. They leave the Gryffindor Common Room and after walking down several halls and staircases Harry and Hermione get to a secret passage to Hogsmeade. Once they go inside Harry grabs Hermione by the shoulders. “The voice!”

 

“What?”

 

“The voice! He, he told me how to contact my sister!” Hermione doesn't understand what Harry means.

 

“Wait, you mean that voice you keep hearing?” Harry nods. “But, you don't, you don't have a sister.”

 

“I do! It's the girl I've been seeing, in my dreams. The voice told me it was my sister and that I have to tell her that Ron is still alive!” Hermione's reaction tells Harry he shouldn't have said that last part.

 

“What? He's alive?”

 

“I, I think, yes.” Harry explains to Hermione what had happened during the Quidditch match. “And apparently the voice wants me to tell my sister that so she can tell Voldemort.”

 

“Why would Voldemort want to know?” Harry shrugs his shoulders. “Harry maybe you shouldn't tell her.”

 

“What? Why?”

 

“Because Harry if Voldemort wants to know then maybe he shouldn't know.” Harry stares at Hermione. “Think about it Harry. If Voldemort wants to know then he probably shouldn't.”

 

“But the voice told me to tell my sister. My voice, whatever it is, has never led me wrong. He's helped me, he's warned me, he's told me what to do.” Hermione's stare shows Harry he wasn't making headway. “Hermione I have to tell her. She was, is, my sister.”

 

“Never trust anything if you can't see where its brain is. Remember? Our second year and the diary?”

 

“I trust him. I, I don't know why I went into a trance though. He usually just talks to me with no problem.”

 

“You went into a trance. I shook you and you didn't respond. Harry maybe you should tell Dumbledore about the voice.”

 

“No, he, he doesn't need to know about this. Mione I'm sorry I scared you I didn't mean to.” Harry kisses Hermione lightly on the lips. “If you're not tired maybe we could go into Hogsmeade and…” Hermione puts a finger on Harry's lips to make him stop talking.

 

“We have dueling lessons tonight.”

 

“Oh, right. Well, let's do something after that. Maybe the Muggle Studies room?” Harry smiles at Hermione.

 

“Maybe. If you do well at the dueling classes I'll reward you.” Hermione kisses Harry hard and they snog for several minutes not caring about what had just happened moments before.

 

Less than an hour later they are headed to the Great Hall for the dueling lessons. “Harry if you want your reward you can't hurt Professor Night.” Hermione kisses Harry on the cheek.

 

“If I even get to duel with her. If Dumbledore is teaching this class then he won't dare let me duel Professor Night.” They enter the Great Hall and see a strange scene. All the chairs and tables had been moved to the walls. In their place were several rubber mats and some students milling around them. “I guess they're ready for flying bodies.” The two walk to the others.

 

“Hello Harry, Hermione.” Luna Lovegood was talking with Ginny and Monica when she saw Harry and Hermione. “Have you come to learn or teach? I doubt either one of you need lessons.”

 

“Well we don't know. There's always more to learn no matter how much you've learned. I'm sure Dumbledore learns something new every year and he's over a hundred years old.”

 

“Ah close Harry.” Harry and the others turn around and see Dumbledore and Professor Night coming into the Great Hall. “But telling others about my age is not a polite thing to do.” Dumbledore smiles to show he was joking with Harry. “I am glad so many have come to learn.”

 

“Of course they came these are dark days.” Harry stares at Professor Night who had taken the lead. “First, I understand you had mediocre lessons your second year.” Several students nod.

 

“But now you shall get proper training in wand dueling. What is one of the first things that you do before a duel?” A sixth year Hufflepuff student raises his hand. “Yes?”

 

“Um, you bow?” Dumbledore chuckles.

 

“Do you believe a Death Eater will bow before killing you?” The sixth year Hufflepuff appears to shrink trying not to be noticed. “No you must make a strategy and study your environment. If you are in a hallway or in the Forbidden Forest will play a great deal on how you duel.”

 

“Exactly Professor Dumbledore.” Professor Night was taking control again. “Here we have plenty of room so environment will not play a part on the duels. What is next?” Neville Longbottom raises his hand.

 

“You uh, attack?”

 

“Close.” Dumbledore was leading again. “If your opponent has cast a shield charm you will not be able to strike them with weak spells. If they are a giant, half giant, werewolf, vampire, or some other form of strong magical being you will also be needing more powerful spells. Your average stunning spell will do nothing to someone like our Care of Magical Creatures Professor. If you are dueling with a werewolf who has not transformed he will resist most rudimentary spells. So you must know your opponent.” Harry raises his hand.

 

“What if you don't know your opponent?”

 

“Then assume they are a half giant who was bitten by a werewolf.” Professor Night answered. “You must use your most powerful spells if you can manage them. But in the heat of battle a quick, weak, spell can be more useful than a spell that while powerful takes time to cast.”

 

“Who here has dueled with another wizard before?” Several students raised their hands. “Very good. Who here has dueled for their lives?” Harry and Devin raise their hands. “I thought so. Harry, Devin, step forward.” Harry and Devin follow Dumbledore's orders. “You will duel each other. You will not kill and please refrain from hurting each other.” Dumbledore backs away. “Begin.” Harry and Devin look at each other a little stunned. This was sudden. Harry reaches for his wand as does Devin as both prepare to attack.

 

“Expelliarmus!” Harry gets his spell off first but Devin ducks and fires back a spell of his own.

 

“Impedimenta!” Harry jumps out of the way. “Faster then I thought Harry. If I can fight Death Eaters I can stop you.”

 

“I fought Death Eaters to.” They circle each other wondering what to use on the other teen wizard. “Firol Dybolis!” Harry uses a spell he had used before. Devin drops to the rubber mat and the spell misses him. “Firol Dybolis!” Devin rolls out of the way then returns fire.

 

“Aquios Jettus!” Like water being fires out of a hose Devin aims at Harry but Harry dodges the spell. The water continues to spray and covers students who were watching.

 

“Very good!” Professor Night appeared to be having a good time and claps her hands as the two teens continue to duel.

 

“Devin, you're good, I'm better.” Harry fires a leg locker curse but Devin dodges it. “Let's see what you do now!” Harry waves his wand. “Sholo Willo!” The wall forms in front of Harry.

 

“Hiding? I'll just blast through it.” Devin fires several powerful spells but the magical wall stays up.

 

“You can't get through Devin. But I know a way.” Harry smiles. “Lumos!” Harry points his wand at Devin's face. The bright light shines out and hits Devin in the face blinding him.

 

“Enough.” Dumbledore claps his hands. “Very good you two, ten points to Gryffindor.” Harry and Devin go back to the other students. “But what were some of the things they did wrong?” Hermione raises her hand.

 

“Harry and Devin should have done a defensive spell earlier. To limit the choice of spells they had to cast.

 

“Yes, Harry and Devin should have thought about defense. What was something they did right?” Ginny raises her hand.

 

“Um, they didn't use an Unforgivable Curse?”

 

“No.” Professor Night takes over. “They studied each other as they dueled. Harry was too fast for a spell that took time to cast so Devin stuck to shorter casting spells. Harry realized Devin would dodge any attack so he lured him into a false sense of security. Devin could not hit Harry so Devin thought Harry could not hit him. But that Lumos spell would have blinded Devin long enough for Harry to drop his shield and use a different spell.” There is some muffled noises from the students who were impressed by what they had missed. “Now there are other spells that would pass through his shield spell. Harry stand in front of your wall.” Harry walks over and stands in front of his wall spell. “Say I were to cast a spell like…” Professor Night whips her wand out and points it at Harry. “Imperio!” There are gasps as Professor Night uses an Unforgivable Curse. “As you see he is under my control.”

 

“I don't think so.” Harry could feel the Imperius Curse but was about to throw it off when he got an idea.

 

“Now how about I make him run into a wall?” Professor Night waves her wand and makes Harry run into a wall. “You see? His shield spell was powerful but this curse has made him my puppet. What shall I have him do next?” Professor Night waves her wand.

 

“Now.” Harry raises his wand and points it at Professor Night. He starts to twitch trying to make it look as though he were trying to fight the curse. “Crucio!” The spell hits Professor Night and she screams in pain.

 

“You attacked me! That was an Unforgivable Curse! One thousand points from Gryffindor!”

 

“What? No, I, you made me do that!” Harry fakes shock and anger. “I can't believe you made me do that! You're a Professor! I, I was letting you show the others since this is a class I didn't think you'd make me do that!” Harry backs away from Professor Night. “I could have thrown it off but I wanted you to prove your point!” Harry points his wand at Professor Night when she points her wand at him. “Stop you've proved your point!”

 

“You attacked me and now you're lying! Another one thousand, no, two thousand points and I'm contacting the ministry!” Professor Night waves her wand. “Expelliarmus!” Harry dodges the spell.

 

“Stupify!” Professor Night doesn't dodges the spell and is hit. She falls backwards.

 

“Stop!” Dumbledore has his wand out and points it at Harry. “Harry stop or I won't give Gryffindor its three thousand points back.” Harry lowers his wand. “Professor Night I believe you were the one to use an Unforgivable Curse first. If you are contacting the Ministry I will contact them first. Gryffindor is given its three thousand points back and this class is ended.” Professor Night stands up mouth agape. “Come with me Professor Night.” Dumbledore leads Professor Night out of the Great Hall.

 

“Harry are you ok?” Hermione, Ginny, and Monica go over to Harry to check on him. Harry nods.

 

“It takes more than that to keep me down.”

 

“Harry why didn't you throw it off? You know she's a…” Hermione stops. “You know what.”

 

“She's a Professor Harry should have been safe.” Ginny looks Harry in the eyes. “Are you sure you're ok?”

 

“I'm fine. I just wasn't expecting her to do that. If I had known I would have thrown the curse off.”

 

“Harry that was very dangerous.” Devin walks over. “I know.” Harry looks at Devin quizzically. “About that last spell.”

 

“Oh.” Harry's aura had given Harry away. Devin could see Harry was under his own control and had lied when he said Professor Night made him cast the Cruciates Cures. “Mione we should go back.”

 

“Ok Harry.” Hermione and Harry leave the Great Hall hand in hand.

 

Two hours later Harry and Hermione were under the Invisibility Cloak heading to the Muggle Studies room where the Muggle house was. “Filch is near the Slytherin Common Room, his cat is near the astronomy Tower about to catch two fifth year students.” Harry laughs quietly as he uses the Marauders Map to make sure they weren't caught by Filch and his cat Mrs. Norris.

 

“They should be in their rooms.”

 

“Mione we're sneaking to the Muggle Studies room. They're probably just snogging while we…” Hermione puts a hand over his mouth.

 

“I know Harry but we're seventh year students. If we do get caught we can say we're doing patrols.”

 

“Using the Invisibility Cloak?”

 

“So students don't see us.” Hermione had it planned out already.

 

A few minutes later they get to the Muggle Studies room and enter it. They go into the Muggle house before taking off the Invisibility Cloak. “I remember the last time we were here.”

 

“I do to.” Hermione and Harry go up the stairs to the Muggle bedroom. “Harry you did good. After Professor Night attacked you I thought you would have hurt her but you held back. So I thought for your reward...” Hermione kisses Harry as they fall onto the bed.

 

Several hours later Harry falls asleep next to Hermione. He is holding on to her spooning. He dreams about Hermione completely forgetting about contacting his sister. Exactly what Hermione wanted.