Okay, just a note on the teachers: they're staying the same as the books. Except Potions is Slughorn and Headmaster is McGonagall.
Divination - Trelawney
Charms - Flitwick
Potions - Slughorn
Transfiguration - McGonagall
Herbology - Sprout (Assistant is Neville Longbottom)
Defense Against the Dark Arts - OPEN FOR SUGGESTIONS (Bill Weasley?)
Care of Magical Creatures - Hagrid
Astronomy - Sinistra
Quidditch - Hooch
History of Magic - Binns
Arithmancy - Vector
Runes - Babbling
In answer to a previously asked question, this is a new Dumbledore's Army. This story happens about three years after the Battle of Hogwarts.
Sorry about the delay! I hope this makes up for it!!!
I stared contentedly into the flickering flames of the fire in the earthy Hufflepuff Common Room as I sat in front of it on a round black cushion with gold tassels. It had been a fantastic day back. I had met some amazing people, there was an Ilvermorny student staying for a trimester, and Aura had a great shot at being the Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain. Not to mention I loved- no, adored- her little sister, Sue. The only thing that was worrying me was the Dark wizard on the train. The Muggle-born he had smelled was me. But that thought was crammed in the back of my brain. My fingers absentmindedly toyed at one of the tassels on my pillow, but then dreaded realization dawned on me.
I looked at my watch and winced. I was late for Potions on my first day back. Like always. I scrambled to my feet and ran to the girls' dormatories, quickly finding my bed because it was the only one with a Polaroid of a blue-eyed Siberian husky pinned on the wall. He was my dog back home and his name was Loki. I knelt down to my suitcase and it open, pulling out my potion-making set, textbook, and notebook, placing them all in my satchel and then tucking my Hippogriff quill behind my right ear. I threw on my Hufflepuff robes and raced down to the dungeons.
Professor Slughorn liked me and I was good in his class, but he had began taking small amounts of points from my house due to my tardiness. I hoped he would go easy on me, it being the first day back. I swung the door open, jogging in, breathing heavily.
"Ah, Ms. Barnes!" Slughorn said cheerfully, looking up from his notes. "So glad you could join us! Get lost, did you?"
"No, sir," I panted. "I think the only thing I lost was track of time, but I've never been good at keeping track of things." I laughed nervously.
"Well, never mind that, dear. Come take your place next to Ms. Fernwood." He gestured to an empty spot next to a tall, incredibly sweet girl with brown braids and copper eyes. Her name was Elizabeth Fernwood, but she preferred to be called Liza. We exchanged smiles as I placed my satchel gently on the table and listened to Professor Slughorn explain how the Oculus Potion wasn't just used to help the user regain eyesight, but also offered counteractive relief to the Conjunctivitis Curse. Then he told us the page number of the potion and we got to work with our partners.
Liza and I turned up our burner and she placed her cauldron on top. As she used her own book to sort and prepare the ingredients, I read the instructions:
1. Shake and add wormwood until the potion turns green.
2. Stir the potion until it turns purple.
3. Add the ground unicorn horn until the potion turns red.
4. Allow the potion to heat until it turns yellow.
5. Add crystallized water until the potion turns turquoise.
6. Shake and add the wormwood until the potion turns pink.
7. Stir until the potion turns orange.
8. Add stewed mandrake until the potion turns green.
9. Add the ground unicorn horn until it turns turquoise.
10. Add the crystallized water until it turns indigo.
11. Stir until the potion turns orange.
12. Heat until the potion turns purple.
13. Shake and add the stewed mandrake until the potion turns orange.
We agreed to split the instructions in half. After she finished up to 7, I would take over. Whoever wasn't working would stir and read over the instructions. I loved watching the potion change different colors as it frothed and bubbled.
The time came for me take over and I added the stewed mandrake to the amber-orange liquid. It turned a lime-green and I sprinkled in the ground unicorn horn, turning it a lovely turquoise. I poured in the crystallized water which spread to give the potion an indigo hue like the night sky. Stirring, I watched it change to bright orange, then I turned up the heat and it darkened to an eggplant-purple. I finished the last ingredient and the potion turned to a warm, burnt-orange color. We called the Professor over and he was extremely pleased with the results. Then he told us we could go around and help those who hadn't finished yet. It made me feel all warm an bubbly inside, like our Oculus Potion.
After class, Professor Slughorn pulled me aside after I slung my bag over my shoulder and said goodbye to Liza. I braced myself for another lecture on the importance of attending class and arriving on time, but when he began speaking once everyone was out of the room and the door was closed, I was surprised. He brought me to his desk and sat down, staring at me thoughtfully.
"Charlotte, you have a great amount of potential," he said. "Many students do, but for a fourth year, I am truly impressed."
"Thank you, sir," I said graciously, my face beaming.
"That is why I would like to give you this." He reached into his desk and pulled out a dusty, brown book with shiny gold lettering and designs. He handed it to me, but before I could look at the title he said, "It is a very important book. If in the wrong hands, it could cause dreadful danger to the school. Only show it to those few you can truly trust. I have faith in you."
I looked at the cover and read the title, "Dumbledore's Army." What surprised me the most was the author, "H. Potter".
Wide-eyed, I said, "Professor, is this-"
"The famed Mr. Harry Potter?" he finished for me, nodding afterwards. "Indeed it is. This was a gift from him. I did teach him his sixth year at Hogwarts, you know. Brilliant boy." He looked up at the enchanted clock on the wall, squinting, and surprise filled his face. "Merlin's beard, look at the time! Well then, Ms. Barnes, I should leave you to go to your next class. Transfiguration, is it? Don't want to be late for that. Headmistress McGonagall is not forgiving in the slightest."
"I have a half-hour break, then yes, I have her. Thank ye for this, Professor." Then I turned on my heels. I was almost out the door when Slughorn called my name. I turned.
"If you have any questions at all about the book, don't ever hesitate to ask. You may find it hard to understand." His eyes twinkled.
I smiled, nodded, and raced up to my dormatory. My mind was filled with questions, but none had seemed to be able to escape my mouth during the moment. I gently slid the book underneath my belongings and took my robe off. Then I grabbed my Moontrimmer broomstick that was leaning against the wall, pulled my red hair into a ponytail and raced down to the Quidditch pitch. I was glad to see Sigmund and Roxanne flying together. Then someone else caught my eye: a small girl with blond pigtails was sitting cross-legged on the grass, watching the players above, a halfway eaten croissant sandwich in her lap. I approached her and sat. She looked at me, grinning.
"Hey, Sue!" I greeted.
"Why aren't ya eatin' in the Great Hall with the other students?"
"I like watching Quidditch," she replied simply. Then she saw my trusty broom. Her eyes widened with wonder. "May I?"
I handed it to her and she admired the glossy, dark brown wood and slick bristles, running her fingers along it admiringly. "It's lovely!"
"Aw, it's nothin' much." Then an idea creeped into my mind. "Have ye ever flown before, lass?" She shook her head. I went to the bucket of brooms and pulled out the best looking Shooting Star there was. Then I returned to Sue and handed her my Moontrimmer. She quickly finished her sandwich and mounted the broom. I could almost she her quivering with excitement.
"Now when I say go, kick off with your back legs and we'll go up. Ready?" She nodded and I mounted the Shooting Star. "Steady? Aaaaand- GO!" We both shot up into the sky. Behind me I heard Sue's adorable giggle. We raced around the pitch, tossing a piece of crumbled paper back and forth. She was surprisingly fast and her reflexes were remarkable. I only had to remind her a few times to keep her legs and hands relaxed or to plan her turns earlier. Otherwise, she was a natural.
The fierce wind was tossing dirt angrily into our face, eyes, and nose, but we continued until I looked at my watch and saw that I had five minutes before class. Unfortunately, while I was noting the time, Sue threw our makeshift ball at me and it fell limply to the ground.
"You got me, Sue!" I said cheerfully. "Hey, we have to land. I have Transfiguration." We got our brooms on the ground and Sue handed me mine after I put the school's back in the barrel. Then we hugged.
"Thanks for letting me fly with you, Charlie!" she chirped.
"No problem, lassie!" I replied as we began walking. "You would make an excellent Beater! Even a Chaser would suit you!"
Her cheeks filled with color. "Thanks! Do you play?"
"Yup! Seeker since second year." She gawked at me and I shrugged. "It's nothing, really. Now, I gotta get goin', but meet me in the Common Room at 5 sharp. Quidditch tryouts are tonight and you should try for Hufflepuff Beater. You're fantastic!"
She gave her head a little bow. "Thank you so much! I'll see you after school!" Then she ran off. She was such a Hufflepuff.
I smiled and raced back to my dormitory to put on my robe again, lean my broom against the wall, and grab my satchel, switching out my Potions textbook and notebook with my ones for Transfiguration. Then I grabbed my wand and put it in there as well. I had forgotten I still had my Hippogriff quill behind my ear. Looking at my watch, I sprinted to McGonagall's classroom, arriving in the nick of time.
Today we were transforming spoons and forks into sporks. It was hard already, but it was even moreso due to my distracted brain. All I wanted to do was read the book Slughorn gave me. The closest I got to succeeding was making a double-sided utensil- one end had a spoon bowl and the other had the four prongs of a fork. After class, I immediately packed up and left to grab my supplies for double-Herbology with Gryffindor. As I walked out, I turned to see McGonagall giving me a puzzled look. She knew I was always distracted, but apparently I had been far more than usual today. I quickly hid my face, feeling heat rising into my cheeks.
I sat silently, staring at the book in my hands. I breathed deeply through my nose and tried to open it for about the millionth time, but it refused to budge. I sat back in my chair and groaned, exasperated. My eyes stared up at the wooden ceiling of the library as I sat deep in one of the corners in the section labeled "History of Early Wizards". No one ever came back here except for the occasional Ravenclaw looking for some extra reading, but they were too enveloped in their searching to notice my struggling. However, a small, raven-haired first-year reading a back cover dropped her book when I sat forward and caused the chair to creak. She looked at me, gave me a small smile, and picked up her book, continuing to read it as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
I looked at my watch and saw that it was 5:20. I slapped a hand to my forehead. I was late. Again.
Hiding the book under my robes, I ran as fast as my legs could carry me to the Hufflepuff Common Room. I knelt by the barrels and located the correct one. Then I pulled out my wand and tapped it in rhythm of the password. (I'm not telling you what it is!) The barrel swung open and I crawled in where I saw Sue pacing nervously by the fire, biting her nails. She was already wearing a Quidditch uniform. Marie was sitting on a pillow, trying to calm her down, but the young girl wouldn't listen. Then she saw me and her face lit up like a lantern. She grappled me in a massive hug and I hugged back with one arm, the other holding my book behind the folds of my robes.
"I am so sorry, love," I said guiltily. "Let me grab my broom and then we can go."
She nodded, looking quite relieved and I left. I quickly flung my robe off, tucking the book back in my suitcase. I remembered my quill this time, which was a miracle. Then I grabbed my broom and returned to Sue, thanked Marie for her help on keeping her somewhat sane, and we left. Madam Hooch called all the players to the center of the field just as I was handing the girl my Moontrimmer. She looked at me with terror in her eyes.
"What if I mess up?" she asked. She sounded so vulnerable.
I put both hands on her shoulders and looked her straight in the eyes. I said two words. "You won't."
She beamed and I winked. A voice rang out, calling her name. It was Aura. She ran to her little sister and squeezed her.
"I'm so proud of you, Sue!" she gushed. "You're going to do so well!"
The little girl grinned. "Thanks, Aura!"
"Last call before tryouts begin," Madam Hooch yelled.
"I have to go!" said Sue, her ears turning red. "Bye! Wish me luck! I love you, Aura. And thank you, Charlie!" As she walked off, Aura and I yelled encouraging words and pointers to her as she went. Sue joined the circle of players; she looked so dreadfully tiny amongst them.
Aura whimpered a little and I put a hand on her shoulder. "She'll be okay," I reassured. "I practiced with her today. She's amazing." Aura smiled.
The players began after Hooch released the Quaffle in the air. They were all so fast, I couldn't see Sue until they dispersed into the different corners of the pitch. She was just as fast, I soon realized. All she was was a blur of yellow and black robes with blonde hair. She was doing fantastic because of of her small size; not many people could catch her and her interferes were fantastic. Once the tryouts ended and Madam Hooch spoke with them for a moment, Sue came sprinting toward us, her hair plastered to her face with sweat. Her face was the picture of pure euphoria. I let Aura hug her first.
"You were amazing, Sue! Unlike any other first year this school has ever seen!" Aura was over-joyed, by the looks of it, and her little sister was blushing madly from the compliments, thanking the two of us repeatedly. Then she hugged me.
"Unbelievable, lassie!" I praised. Her face turned from tomato to beet, grinning bashfully. "Admit it, you are going to be the best Quidditch player Hufflepuff has ever seen!"
I watched as Sue laughed and talked with the other Hufflepuffs, gripping her mug of butterbeer in both hands. She still had her Quidditch uniform on and her cheeks were flushed and her ears were pink. It was amazing to see her coming out of her shell. Not only that, I was touched by how generous Marie had been by gathering Kendra, Aura, and a few other helpers to throw this party for Sue and the other players. Roxy, Merida, and Sigmund were busy trying out. Black and yellow streamers and balloons decorated the room, along with enchanted badger statues that would stand up on their hind legs and growl, or little wizard figurines that would mount their broomstick and zoom around the room before going back to their platform. The portrait of Helga Hufflepuff above the fireplace was being very sociable, chatting with the students and laughing. There were long tables absolutely filled with wizard treats and beverages. It was incredibly impressive. Usually, I was the life of the party, but the book hidden amongst my belongings had my mouth glued shut. Plus, I just liked watching for the moment.
Soon my curiosity gave way and I went to get the book, holding it so no one could see the cover. To make it less unusual, I grabbed my Divination notebook and stuck my quill behind me ear, sliding a bottle of black ink into my pocket. Once back amidst the party, I patted Sue on the back and told her I had homework to catch up on. I once again complimented her on her flying, to which she graciously thanked me, then I went to the library. I decided to switch spots just in case someone was spying on me, which I doubted, but it was still possible. I sat in the Divination section and grabbed a few books in case anyone asked what I was doing.
After looking around to see if anyone was around, I pulled out my wand and whispered, "Alohomora," but like the last thirty times, nothing happened. I gave an angry huff of air and slouched over, my hand on my cheek. Then I heard a few voices that made me perk up. I recognized Aura and Sigmund, but there was another male one I didn't recognize. What the unfamiliar boy said made my heart skip a beat.
"I was wondering if you wanted to go the Forbidden Forest with us? Trust me, you got us to take the hit for you if we get caught."
My blood boiled and my ears grew hot. I clutched my books to my chest and stood, storming out from my safe-place. The kids sitting there looked at me in surprise.
"Charlotte?" Aura asked. "Why aren't you at the party?"
"Divination," I seethed. "That's not what's important. What's important is following the rules, and I'm not goin' teh let ye go the Forbidden Forest because the dangers in there are far more than ye could ever imagine. Don't ye know that Harry Potter had a run-in with Voldemort, who was disguised as Professor Quirrel at the time and drinking the unicorn's blood so he could be immortal? And do ye know why Mr. Potter was there? It was his first-year at Hogwarts and he was just tryin' to help Hagrid release Norbert the Norwegian Ridgeback so that Ron Weasley's brother, Charlie could take him to Romania so he wouldn't burn the school down. Unfortunately they were caught in the act and reported to McGonagall, who gave them detention, along with-" I stopped mid-sentence. Frozen with a combination of fear, shock, passion, and bewilderment, I looked down at the book and then up at the students who were looking at me, utterly confused.
"How do you know all that?" Aura breathed. "I'm a Ravenclaw and you gave more details than I've ever heard."
"I have no idea," I replied. I blushed and grew very embarassed. "So, um, don't go to the Forbidden Forest, or um, you'll have teh..." I trailed off, not knowing what I was saying. "Sorry." Then I turned and hurried out of the library. I didn't look back until I reached the entrance of the Hufflepuff Common Room. How had I known all that? I studied the book carefully, sliding to the floor. Anticipation rushing through me, I tried one last time to open it.
And it opened.
Wow. That is REALLY long. Hope you liked it! :D