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Chapter 3 : A Big Surprise
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“Get up, Albus! Get up!” Albus awoke with a start and saw John's face looking down at him.
“Huh? Wha's going on?” Albus said sleepily.
“First day of lessons! Let's go down to breakfast,” John responded, excitedly. He was bouncing around the room, waking up all his fellow Gryffindors.
Albus got up and put on his robes. “Okay, I'm ready,”
“Great! Bilius and Ethan are up too. But I can't get Matt up. He sleeps like a log,” John said as he shook Matt some more. Matt finally got up and put his robes on.
The five Gryffindor first year boys met the girls in the common room. Rose, Amanda, Janie Creevey, and the Jordan-Bell twins. Albus knew he'd met the twins a few times, but couldn't remember their names They introduced themselves as Karina and Marina. They were identical with long black hair and blue eyes. The first years walked down to the Great Hall together, only getting lost once.
When Albus walked into the Great Hall, he glanced up at the head table and his jaw dropped. He stopped walking and an older Hufflepuff bumped into him.
“Sorry,” she said as she walked past.
Albus didn't pay any attention to her. He continued to stare at the staff table. Sitting next to the headmaster, was his father. Albus shook his head and ran over to the Gryffindor table, where his fellow first years had already sat down.
“James! James!” Albus shouted, “Look who's sitting next to Professor Kendrick! Isn't that Dad? What's he doing here? He doesn't teach here!”
James was staring at Harry. “Yeah, I know. Funny how he never mentioned it. But I guess he must be the new DADA teacher. All the other teachers are there.”
“Honestly, James! He couldn't have told us yet. Torro just died yesterday. Obviously, Kendrick asked him last night. It was only a matter of time, wasn't it? I mean, he's got to be the most qualified wizard for the job, right?” Georgia had sat down next to James and talked some sense into him.
“I suppose,” James said as he started to eat his eggs.
“Here are your schedules!” Neville Longbottom had appeared near the Gryffindor table.
Albus took his schedule from him and looked at it. He had DADA right after breakfast, then Charms, and after lunch he had double Herbology.
“Looks like a decent schedule,” John said, “Should be interesting having your dad as a teacher, Albus! I can't wait! I've got so many questions for him.”
“Yeah, should be wonderful,” Albus said glumly as he dug into his waffles. Truthfully, Albus did not want his dad teaching at Hogwarts. With his dad here, Albus would be even more famous than usual. He did not like the staring eyes and the constant questions about his dad.
After breakfast, the Gryffindors headed to the DADA classroom, with John leading the way. Albus hung back with Matt, who was going pretty slow.
“You okay, Matt?” Albus asked, “You look kind of sick. You want to go to the Hospital Wing?”
“No, I'll be fine,” Matt replied with a yawn, “Guess I didn't get to sleep until late, too nervous about lessons.”
When they arrived at the classroom, Albus ran and took the table in the back. Matt and Amanda followed him. John hesitated, apparently torn with joining his new friends and sitting up front. Finally, he, too, went and sat in the back.
“Why are we sitting back here?” John asked.
“Cause it's my dad, John. How would you like it if your dad taught at Hogwarts?” Albus said in a rude tone. John didn't say anything.
At that moment, another group of students came into the room. They were Slytherins. Scorpius Malfoy was leading them.
“Great, we're with the Slytherins,” John whispered to Matt, “Hope they're not going to ruin everything.” John was about to launch into a tirade about Slytherins, but Harry walked in.
“Good morning,” Harry said as he walked to the front desk, “I'm Professor Potter.” A few of the girls in front giggled. “I'll start by taking attendance.” Harry ran down the attendance sheet. Everyone was there.
“Please open your books to page 5,” Harry told the students.
“Professor? Can you tell us about the battle? Please?” one of the twins asked, Albus didn't know which one.
Harry sighed. “Well, I really don't like to talk about it much. But I suppose I could. I know you won't let it rest until I do,” he smiled and looked at Albus, “I know my own kids, nieces, and nephews kept asking me until I told them.”
Albus sunk lower in his chair. John was sitting straight up, staring at Harry, hardly blinking. Amanda and Matt were also paying close attention.
Harry's story about the battle lasted the whole period. The bell rang shortly after Harry finished.
“Please read chapter one for next time, since we didn't get a chance to cover it in class,” Harry told the students as they left. “And Albus, could you stay for a moment?”
“You guys go on ahead,” Albus told his friends, “I'll meet you in Charms.” Albus approached his father's desk after all the other students had left.
“Hi, Al, how was the Sorting? I see you did make it into Gryffindor. I knew you would,” Harry said with a proud look on his face.
“Yes, I did,” Albus said, his eyes brimming with tears as he remembered what the hat had told him, “But it wanted to put me in Slytherin!” Albus started crying and he couldn't stop. “I told it to put me in Gryffindor, that's the only reason it did!”
Harry quickly shut the door before responding. “I told you at the station that it did that to me, too.”
“But that's cause you were a Horcrux!” Albus sobbed, “I'm not a Horcrux, so why should I have done well in Slytherin? It put Rose in Gryffindor before it even touched her head. And James said it did that with him, too.”
“Yes, I know, but everyone's different. It means that you have qualities of many different houses. It doesn't mean you should be in Slytherin. The hat put you in Gryffindor because you wanted it to. A great man once told me 'it is our choices that show who we really are, far more than our abilities'. Albus Dumbledore was that man. He told me that when I was wondering the same thing you're wondering right now. You chose to be in Gryffindor, which makes you very different from the Slytherins. Don't worry about it,” Harry explained, as he drew Albus into a hug.
“O-k-kay,” Albus stuttered, “J-just, d-don't tell J-James.”
“Don't worry, I won't. James doesn't even know that the hat considered putting me in Slytherin,” Harry confided, “Now, I think you should be off to your next class. And don't worry about me teaching here. I'll treat you just like the other students, detentions and all.”
Albus laughed. “Well, you don't have to do that.”
“See you later, Al.”
Albus was a bit more cheerful for the rest of the day. He thoroughly enjoyed double Herbology. He had known Professor Longbottom since he was born, and Albus was very interested in magical plants. Charms, however, wasn't as enjoyable. The Charms professor, Professor Washburn was not very nice, and for some reason he seemed to have something against Gryffindor.
Soon enough, dinner came, and right when Albus walked into the Great Hall, James came running over to him.
“So, how was having Dad as a teacher?” James asked, breathlessly.
“You know, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be,” Albus said, while sitting down and grabbing the nearest bowl of potatoes. “He spent the whole period telling everyone about the battle because he figured no one would leave him alone until he did.”
“Sounds familiar!” James laughed, “Remember when we kept bugging him about it when I was 10? And then he said he'd tell us the whole story the summer before our first year of Hogwarts.”
“Yeah, I was kind of surprised he was so willing to tell the story. You know how he hates talking about it.”
“I know, but I suppose it's better for everyone to hear it sooner rather than later, and now Dad can get on to teaching,” James explained as he shoved his mouth with chicken, “Should be pretty cool having him teach, he knows so much DADA.”
“Hey, Albus!” John shouted to Albus as he ran over to the Gryffindor table. Matt sat down on Albus's other side.
“Hi John, Matt,” Albus said, passing them the pumpkin juice.
“Wow, this is just as good as last night!” John exclaimed as he piled his plate high with food, “I could definitely get used to this.”
“What? Did your mum starve you?” Albus joked.
“'Course not. But she didn't make as much variety,” John explained. He turned to Matt. “You okay? You look kind of pale.”
That was an understatement. Matt looked like he was about to pass out in the potatoes. He hadn't touched any of the food and his golden plate was still empty. Matt was leaning his head on his hand and was yawning a lot. “I'm all right, I guess, just tired.”
Albus and John eyed him warily. “You sure?” Albus asked.
“Yeah, I'm just not hungry tonight. I'll be fine.”
At that moment, the headmaster stood up. “If I could have your attention for just a bit, I have some more announcements.” The room immediately fell silent. “Thank you. Now, as many of you have noticed, I did have success in securing a new DADA teacher and I would like to introduce him. This is Professor Potter.” Kendrick gestured to Harry. “Now, I know many of you will have questions for him when you have your first DADA lesson, but I ask you not to pester him. He will tell you what he wants to, and nothing more. I would also like to tell you that if you want to try out for your house Quidditch team, please give your name to your head of house. That is all. Thank you.” Kendrick sat back down again and proceeded to talk to Harry.
“Well, I'm trying out for Seeker this year!” James announced to the whole Gryffindor table, “I've been down to the Pitch practicing on my Firebolt during lunch.”
“Good luck, James,” Albus told him, “Dad'll be proud if you make the team.”
“I sure hope I do. It'll be great having him watch the games.”
Albus turned to John. “You finished? We should probably get started on that homework.”
John groaned, “Yeah, I suppose. You gonna come, Matt?”
Matt looked up from his plate. “Sure.” The three boys started walking back up to the Common room, with Matt lagging behind.
“Matt, are you sure you're ok? You're going pretty slow,” Albus asked, with a nervous look on his face. “I think you should probably go to the hospital wing.
Matt looked out the window. “I suppose you're probably right. You guys go on ahead, I'll meet you back in the Common room.”
“No, we're going to take you. You look ready to collapse,” John insisted. They all trekked back down the stairs and to the Hospital Wing. When they got there, Madam Pomfrey was right by the door.
“Matt! Come here, you look dreadful,” she said, grabbing his shoulder and leading him to the bed, “Thanks for bringing him, boys, you can leave now.” Madam Pomfrey shooed them out of the room.
“You know, it almost looked like she was waiting for him,” Albus said as he walked up the stairs.
“Yeah, and she knew his name. That's odd. I don't think he's been there yet,” John stated, “I wonder if he gets sick often? Or maybe he gets hurt a lot, he's got loads of scars."
“I know. I asked him about them on the train, before you came in. He said he was clumsy and quickly changed the subject.”
“Well, I'm sure he'll tell us about it when he's ready,” John reasoned, “Cornish Pixie.” The portrait opened and the two boys walked into the common room. They settled down to doing their homework with Amanda, Rose, Janie, Bilius, Ethan, and the twins. After a few hours, Albus bid them good night.
He walked up to his dormitory, changed into his pajamas, and climbed into bed. He pondered his lessons and the rest of his day. Albus was happy that having his dad there wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. But why did Professor Washburn dislike him and the other Gryffindors so much? And was Matt okay? He still hadn't returned to the common room. As Albus was worrying about Matt, he drifted off to sleep. Just after he drifted off, the Shrieking Shack shrieked for the first time in decades.
A/N: I hope you liked it. Please review, I answer all reviews. Thank you to LynnBlack, midwinter_wolf, and mollzersTHEmarauder for reviewing!
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