Jupiter | Harry James Potter

lxxv ; in the hog's head

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hey guys so i started school again so updates are going to not be as frequent.

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Hermione and Jupiter made no mention of Harry giving Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons for two whole weeks after their original suggestion, because he was extremely against the idea of it.

Their detentions with Umbridge were finally over, and both of their scars were starting to close up for good. The words, however, were still perfectly legible. Ron had had four more Quidditch practices and not been shouted at during the last two; and all four of them had managed to vanish their mice in Transfiguration (Hermione and Jupiter had actually progressed to vanishing kittens), before the subject was broached again, on a wild, blustery evening at the end of September, when the four of them were sitting in the library, looking up potion ingredients for Snape.

"I was wondering," Hermione said suddenly, "whether you'd thought any more about Defense Against the Dark Arts, Harry."

"'Course I have," Harry said grumpily. "Can't forget it, can we, with that hag teaching us —"

"I meant the idea I had about you teaching us."

Harry did not answer at once. He pretended to be perusing a page of Asiatic Anti-Venoms, because he did not want to say what was on his mind.

"Well," he said slowly, obviously only because he could not pretend to find Asiatic anti-venoms interesting much longer, "yeah, I — I've thought about it a bit."

"And?" Hermione asked eagerly.

"I dunno," said Harry, playing for time. He looked up at Ron.

"I thought it was a good idea from the start," Ron said, who seemed keener to join in this conversation.

Harry shifted uncomfortably in his chair. Jupiter nudged him with her elbow gently. "You're the only one who doesn't. I think it's brilliant."

Harry stayed quiet still, but seemed to be considering it slightly more now that Jupiter gave her approval. She was somewhat surprised that her opinion mattered that much to him.

"Yes, Harry," Hermione gently, "I mean, you're amazing at Defense Against The Dark Arts. You were the only person last year who could throw off the Imperius Curse completely, you can produce a Patronus..."

"Jupiter can do that too-"

"Yeah, that's about it," she laughed, finally shutting her book on the effects of Crup saliva.

"You can do all sorts of stuff that full-grown wizards can't, Harry," Hermione said. "Viktor always said —"

Ron looked around at her so fast he appeared to crick his neck; rubbing it, he said, "Yeah? What did Vicky say?"

Jupiter had to bring a hand above her mouth to hide a smile at Ron's blatant jealousy.

"Ho ho," Hermione said in a bored voice. "He said Harry knew how to do stuff even he didn't, and he was in the final year at Durmstrang."

Ron was looking at Hermione suspiciously "You're not still in contact with him, are you?"

"So what if I am?" said Hermione coolly, though her face was a little pink. "I can have a pen pal if I want-"

"He didn't only want to be your pen pal,"  Ron said accusingly.

Jupiter caught Harry's eye, and he was also attempting to suppress a grin at their friends' behavior.

Hermione shook her head exasperatedly and, ignoring Ron, who was continuing to watch her, said to Harry, "Well, what do you think? Will you teach us?"

"Just you three, yeah?"