The next morning came, and now Harry and his group of friends are in their way to their first class for the day; Defense Against the Dark Arts. DADA for short.
Entering the classroom, the group was met with the intended smell of garlic. Neville, Blaise, and Draco gagged at the smell, whereas Harry simply crinkled his nose cutely.
The young slytherin could almost hear his dad cooing at their mind link. Harry had this weird image in his head of Death sticking his tongue out at Snape and blowing raspberry at the said man while at the same time saying that 'this cute little boy is mine!'
Harry shook his head to get rid of that ridiculous thought and looked around the room. Immediately, his eyes found that of the professor's and Harry saw the man's eyes flash red for a brief second. ' I guess it really is him huh?" He thought to himself.
Breaking eye contact to the possessed man, Harry led his little group to some of the seats in the far off corner, but still close to the front.
Unfortunately, Hermione's first class was different from theirs, Harry would have really liked for his group to be complete...
Harry sat with Draco, while Neville and Blaise shared a seat. The young Gryffindor being the first of his house to arrive in class, and most probably the only one to arrive on time.
After a few minutes of waiting inside the silent classroom, a crowds noise suddenly could be heard outside signalling their other classmate's arrival.
Seconds later, the room was complete and class was about to start. Harry perked up when the turban headed professor walked to the front and addressed the whole class. He was curious as to how the disguised dark lord was gonna lead the class.
Though that curiosity was quickly squashed as the DADA professor started drowning on and one about boring and quite frankly useless things. The over the top stutter didn't help alleviate Harry's slowly rising annoyance.
Unable to take it any longer, the young slytherin raised his hand and called out.
" Pardon me Professor."
The whole class's attention immediately transferred from the stuttering man to the student who interrupted said man in the middle of his statement.
"Y-yes M-Mi- Mister Potter?" The man asked on the verge of whimpering that if this were an anime, Harry was sure he would have grown a tick mark on his head.
"If I may ask, what is the difference between the Dark Arts and the other magics that are considered 'light?' " He tilted his head curiously creating a rather adorable scene prompting others to blush lightly. The young man truly was a beauty that surpassed the boundaries of gender.
The turban wearing professor's bearing changed immediately after hearing the question. The change was done so subtly that Harry was sure he wouldn't have seen it if not for him observing said man closely.
"'Dark' magic are those, in the Ministry's eyes, considered 'evil' and thus are banned. While 'Light' magic on the other hand are those believed to be 'good'." The professor answered, this time without any stutter but the entirety of the class except for Harry didn't seem to notice it, too busy taking in the information provided to them and looking back and forth between the two wizards in the room that hadn't taken their eyes off of each other since the moment the young Slytherin asked the question.
"You said 'in the Ministry's eyes'? Then, what is 'Dark' magic in your eyes professor?" Harry asked once again, curious as to the man's view and belief in magic and its different 'types' and/or 'categories'.
"I am a professor teaching you the common beliefs of the society Mr. Potter. What the mass believe as the 'right' and 'wrong' magics." The possessed man answered, neither answering the question nor completed dismissing it either. "But do tell, what it is that you believe Mr. Potter?"
Harry hummed in thought as he stared at the man's red tinged eyes. After moment of silence a small, almost unnoticeable, smirk planted itself onto his soft link lips as he opened his mouth and answered.
"Magic is Magic"
His answer was short but explained everything about his belief, at least to him and those that knew him well. While the class looked at him intently, their eyes full of burning curiosity, as they waited for him to explain further, the professor in front of him was staring at him in thinly veiled interest.
After a couple more minutes passed, it became clear to the class that they won't be getting their much needed explanation. Some grumbled in annoyance and some just looked back to the front and continued the disrupted lesson as the professor himself seemed to have gotten back to normal after a couple of minutes of waiting himself.
All the while, Harry watched it all in amusement, satisfied to have achieved his self appointed mission of curing his boredom.
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Queen
Fanfiction"Queens aren't born, they're made. But some people are just born for that title. Some people are just born to be...great!"
