The Marauder's Heir (Harry Potter FF)

Chapter 33

Sorry that I'm posting so late, my reminder didn't go off on my computer and I was watching a movie with my family till eleven. See you at the bottom! Enjoy!

Chapter 33

How Does One Forgive the Unforgivable?

The remainder of the summer was a blur for Harri. Sirius started to train her, the twins, Luna, and Draco in hand to hand combat, he also increased Harri’s Occlumency studies. Harri didn’t really mind fighting hand to hand, she had been a fairly good kick boxer before she went to Hogwarts. Draco got the worst of it since he had never actually tried to fight someone before. It didn’t help that his only opponents where two beaters that were a year older than him and Harri, who had years of training under her belt. The poor boy was black and blue and beyond sore, but he was learning. Luna on the other hand never got hit. She always seemed to get out of the way right before someone hit her.

The train ride to school was uneventful because everyone was sleeping in the compartment till they reached Hogwarts. They were exhausted from all the training Sirius put them through. Harri and the twins wished that they were dealing with a Quidditch raving Oliver Wood than training from Sirius.

Of course, as soon as they all stepped out of the train they were drenched in rain. Any form of drowsiness was washed away and they were grumbling and awake. When they entered the castle any thoughts of drying off were crushed. Peeves decided that it would be fun to pelt students with water balloons, so all the students were sloshing their way to the Great Hall.

The older students walked into the hall soaking wet and hungry. She sat down with her fellow Gryffindors at the table, Draco and Luna going to the Ravenclaw table. Fred and George sat on both sides of Harri, Fred started to doze off and put his head on the table to rest. George on the other hand was looking alert.

Harri vaguely noticed that there wasn’t a new teacher sitting with the other staff members. “No, new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?” Hermione mumbled confused, noticing the lack of a new teacher as well.

“Maybe no one was mad enough to take the job,” Harri said ringing her braid out over Fred, who had fallen asleep on the table. He woke up right away and nearly attacked Harri. He was only stopped by the reprimanding look he got from his brother.

“You better watch yourself, Potter,” he grumbled putting his head back on the table.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she told him with a smirk. She poked his cheek trying to keep him awake and he swatted her hand away. George narrowed his eyes as he watched his brother nearly flirt with Harri. George was hoping that Fred wasn’t her mate because that might just kill him.

It wasn’t long till all the first years were sorted, one of them being Denis Creevey, Colin’s younger brother. He seemed to be quite a fan of Harri, much to her annoyance.

One of the worst surprises during the feast was finding out that the Inter-House Quidditch Cup was cancelled. Every Quidditch player in the hall was rendered speechless, and not in the good way. Even the twins were too shocked for words, which was a first for them.

Dumbledore was about to say something else when the Great Hall doors opened with a thundering crash. All heads turned to a cloaked stranger standing in the entrance leaning on a staff. 

He advanced towards the teacher’s table with cumbering, off balance, steps. Each time he moved forward there was a defining clunk of wood. He pulled his hood down and Harri recognized him instantly. His face was marred with battle scars and he was missing a chunk of his nose. One of his eyes was replaced with a magical one that was following everyone around the room. This was Mad-Eye Moody, one of the best Dark Wizard Hunters to have ever lived. He had trained Sirius and her father in the Auror academy.