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Malfoy just glared at them as they walked past. He couldn't do anything with a teacher right in front of them, but Harry was sure he would try something later. The last thing he needed was to be getting in trouble with the tournament on his mind.

"Take your seats please," the man said as he walked up to the front of the room.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat down in the front row. Harry took his book out of his bag and looked up. He hadn't been introduced to the man, but knew he was in the Order. He didn't get a chance to ask either of his friends though.

"Now, I am Professor Abdul which most of you should know from the feast," the man started. "I understand some of the grades from this class were quite high on the OWLs even though your last teacher was not the best."

A few of the class laughed at that. Professor Abdul glanced at Harry after saying the last part, but then quickly turned his attention back to the class. Ron and Hermione looked over at Harry and smiled at him.

"See, I told you it was a good idea," Hermione whispered excitedly to him. Harry smiled at her.

"Because of this and the fact that others weren't as good as some," Abdul glanced over towards the Slytherins at this. "We will be taking a short test today just to see where I need to start teaching you."

He began walking down the rows of desks and handing out the test papers. The class pulled out their quills and ink. Harry took the test that was given to him and looked down. After scribbling down his name at the top of the page he read the first question.

Name a shield charm and describe.

Harry smiled and began answering. It was actually pretty easy and there were only one or two that he didn't know. Those he would look up later and teach them to the DA once they restarted up their meetings this year. He needed to ask Hermione first to make some new coins for any new members they invited. He finished the test quickly and turned it over on his desk when he was finished. He looked around the room while he waited. The room didn't have much decoration to it, which he was thankful for. He still had strong memories from fifth year with Umbridge.

After the class had finished, Professor Abdul collected the tests before turning to the class, "You may talk for the rest of the period. We can't do much until I grade the tests and see how you all did and what levels you're on."

Harry turned to his two friends. Hermione had already started her long talk about the quiz, "Harry, did you notice there were some we didn't know yet? I hope you're planning on continuing the DA this year so we can learn them. I can't believe I didn't know what they were! I must have read about them somewhere."

Ron shook his head as Hermione continued. Harry laughed silently before stopping Hermione, "I am planning on restarting it up this year, but I need you to make a few more coins for any new members we receive."

Hermione sat there for a moment and then smiled, "That's great, Harry! I'll make them tonight if you tell me how many you need."

After some more conversation on the planned meetings, the class was dismissed. They grabbed their books and headed to their next class, charms. As they turned the corner, Malfoy came up behind them.

"Hey Potter," Malfoy yelled as he approached them.

Harry stopped and sighed and grudgingly said, "What do you want, Malfoy?"

"Not much really," Malfoy said with a smirk on his hideous face. "Just wondering how you were doing without your precious godfather around."

Harry glared at the other boy and responded with a question of his own, "How have you been doing since your father's currently locked up in Azkaban?"

"I intend to get you back for that Potter," Malfoy replied.

"Really?" said Harry. "What are you going to do?"

"This" yelled Malfoy. In a flash, the other boy's wand was in his grip and he had thrown a curse towards Hermione. Hermione let out a yell before she fell back, holding her wrist.

Malfoy attempted to throw one at Ron too, but Harry raised his wand and yelled out a shield charm he remembered from the test, "Cesyinth!"

The jet of light intensified before flying back towards the Slytherin. He fell back, his arm looking just as Harry's had in his second year. Harry stood there in shock for a moment as Ron and Hermione tried to get him to leave. Harry was too shocked at what he'd done though and in a few moments it was too late to leave. Professor Abdul, who had apparently heard the noise from his office, came running down the corridor toward the group.

"What happened here?" he asked as he bent down to Malfoy's arm to look at it before running over to Hermione to check her wrist.

"Well you see," Harry said. "Malfoy threw a curse at Hermione and tried to do the same to Ron, but I put up a shield and it went back and hit him."

Professor Abdul looked back to Malfoy and then up to Harry, "Which one?"

"Cesyinth," Harry said quietly.

The man looked at him for a moment, "You didn't know what that was before the test did you?"

"No sir," Harry replied quickly. "It was the first one I remembered from it and I used it. I didn't know what it would do."

"First lesson," he said. "You never use spells you haven't learned the effects of yet unless you're in extreme circumstances. Potter, go to Professor McGonagall. Weasley, get to your next class, and I'll escort Granger and Malfoy up to the hospital wing." Harry nodded and waved to his friends before making his way towards the deputy headmistress's office.

How could I have been so careless? I should have looked up the charm before I used it, thought Harry, but he definately deserved it. He walked through the halls and knocked on Professor McGonagall's door.

Professor McGonagall opened the door, "Hello, Potter."

"Hi Professor McGonagall," said Harry.

"What brings you to my office," Professor McGonall said curiously. Then she turned stern, "You haven't gotten in trouble again, have you?"

"Well, I kind of, um, used a spell I didn't know on Malfoy," said Harry as though there was nothing wrong in the world with that.

"I have no choice but to assign you three detentions with Professor Abdul," McGonagall said disappointedly.

Dumbledore just then walked in the room and said, "Minerva, I wanted to ask about-" he stopped and looked around the room and his eyes fell upon Harry. "Harry, what are you doing here?" Dumbledore asked, pretending to be surprised.

Harry was silent for a moment. He really didn't want to figure out what Dumbledore would do when he got in trouble. He looked up to Dumbledore and then McGonagall.

"Do you wish for me to tell him?" McGonagall asked.

"No, I will," Harry replied and turned to Dumbledore. "I, uh, um, well you see-"

"Come up to my office tonight and tell me," Dumbledore said with twinkling eyes.

"Okay," Harry replied and fled the office.

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Later that night he walked down the corridor and knocked on Dumbledore's office. "Yes, come in," said Dumbledore casually. Harry walked into the office. "Would you mind telling me why you got into trouble earlier," not showing a bit of anger. Dumbledore motioned for Harry to sit in the chair in front of his desk. Harry then sat down.

"Grandad, I used a spell on Malfoy that I didn't know," said Harry fairly quickly.

"What spell was it?" asked Dumbledore

"It was the Cesyinth shield," said Harry

"That shield sends a spell back to the caster and makes the spell five times stronger," said Dumbledore, not showing a slight bit worried for Malfoy. " By the way Harry have you thought of signing up for the tournament?"

"Yes actually I have," said Harry.

"Have you signed up yet?'' asked Dumbledore.

"No, but I will soon," said Harry

"Since you've managed to get a detention I will have to postpone our private lesson till next week after your detentions" said Dumbledore slightly disappointed. Harry left the room after that short conversation the Gryffindor tower to go to sleep.

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The next morning Harry, Ron, and Hermione went down to the Great Hall for breakfast. He noticed the large book that they were using to submit entries sitting directly in front of Dumbledore. One glance toward his newly found grandfather and that's when he decided to sign up for the House Tournament. Harry walked over to the book and saw the names that already had been listed and wrote his name under all the rest. He walked back to the Gryffindor table and began eating.

"So you decided to sign up," Ron said.

"Yeah, Dumbledore convinced me into it," Harry replied casually.

Hermione raised an eyebrow, but didn't question it. "I thought about entering," she told them. "But I decided tournaments aren't really my thing. I'd prefer to help one of you then actually do it and be so nervous."

Ron looked over to Harry and rolled his eyes. "Well, I figure you'll do better than me so I'm leaving the tournament up to you Harry," he told his best friend seriously. Harry looked for a sign of jealousy, but there was none. "You'll get picked after what you did in the Triwizard Tournament."

"Thanks for reminding me about that, Ron, "Harry said quietly, his appetite suddenly lost.

Hermione glared at Ron before turning to Harry, "Don't worry about it, Harry. You'll make it because you're good at that kind of stuff."

"There's a reason for that," he muttered quietly before slinging his backpack onto his shoulder and standing up. "I'm going to class. I'll meet up with you there."

He ignored his friends' calls and walked out of the castle. He wanted to go down to the lake and think for a bit before class. He leaned back against a tree when he got there and stared out across the black water. He was good at that sort of stuff because he had to be. He was good at that sort of stuff because he had to defeat Voldemort or be killed. Harry hated the thought and picked up a stone that he angrily threw out into the lake. A large squid rose up out of the water and looked around before going back under. As Harry heard the sound of students walking about, he stood up, and with one last look towards the lake, made his way down to Hagrid's hut for Care of Magical Creatures.

"I have to be," he said to himself quietly again, wanting to go anywhere but to his classes today.