Grimm's Tales of Beedle of the Bard

An Old Book

The war was over, Harry won. Hogwarts was rebuilt and everything seemed gloomy. Since the trio had missed a year of Hogwarts and the students were being taught the wrong things, everyone had to repeat a year.
Harry missed Hogwarts' halls and welcoming feeling, but all the devastation made Hogwarts seem like a strange place.

"Harry," Hermione said, "we need to hurry, we'll be late."

Harry knew they'd be late to Defense Against the Dark Arts. He wanted to skip that class, it reminded him of Snape. Even though Professor Snape had been mean to him since he entered school, Harry found out the reason for the cruelness.

"Harry, let's go," Hermione urged.

Harry sighed and grabbed his bag. Ron pulled off a smile as they headed to their class. Since there was a shortage of teachers and no one willing to teach at the moment, a young witch took the role of being the D.A.t.D.A. teacher. She was lovely, her eyes were like blue diamonds and her hair as golden as the sun and skin as fair as the snow. Not only that but she was kind and graceful with every movement.

"Welcome," she smiled to the class, "I am Professor Mills, like Professor McGonagall introduced."

"She's pretty" Ron whispered to Harry.

"Now, I know last year's events are damaging and traumatic but, that doesn't mean we can't have a nice time. Also, if you need anyone to talk to I'm always here. Now, if you could turn to page 64...."

After a half an hour of boys drouling over the teacher and learning about stuff they could of used during the war, class finally ended.

"No homework tonight!" Professor Mills shouted, as the class gathered their stuff.

Harry grabbed his bag and heard a ripping sound. He turned his head to see one of his straps were torn off.

"Oh dear!" Professor Mills rushed to Harry and picked up his bag. "Just a moment dear."

Professor Mills took the bag to her desk and used a spell to mend the strap. She returned to Harry and handed him his bag and smiled.

"All better dear! Have a nice day."

Harry thanked Professor Mills and headed to his next class. When the day was over Harry returned to the Gryffindor common room.

"Hey, Harry," called Seamus. "I just wanted to"

"If you're going to say anything about the war, just don't," Harry cut off Seamus.

Seamus looked taken back but he returned to his group of friends. Ron and Hermione were able to find a little area to sit since the common room was unusually crowded.

"I think they should have hold off on the first years," Ron said.

"Yes our common room isn't as bad as the others," Hermione noted.

"Guess not everyone is brave now," Harry said, getting out his homework.

Then Harry noticed something new in his backpack. He pulled out an old looking book with a worn cover.

"What's that?" Hermione asked, and took the book.

" Of course you would be the one to be interested in a book," Ron said.

Hermione smiled,"These are fairy tales!"

"Really? Don't you already have a book full of them?"

"Yes, Ron, I do. But this is different....these are muggle tales... I think."

"Aren't muggle fairy tales cruel to wizards and witches?"

"Yes, but these seem different. Harry where did you get this?" Hermione questioned.

" I don't know," Harry shrugged.

" Wow, this is.... interesting...." Hermione said, flipping through the pages.

"Well, they make us seem like the bad guys-"

"No, Ron that's it. These stories are like as if a wizard wrote them! Look, Cinderella is a squib.... Sleeping beauty is a muggle-born-"

"And who are these people again?" Ron asked.

"Wait, let me see!" Harry said, taking back the book.

He flipped to the title page and read, "Grimm's Tales of Beedle the Bard...."

"Wait, who's Grimm?"

"He wrote muggle fairy tales, Ron."

"This is odd. Are you sure they are told like a wizard wrote them?" Harry questioned.

"Read for yourself," Hermione said.

"Alright then," Harry turned to the first tale, "Sleeping Beauty....."