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"Speaking"

'Thoughts'

Note: Harry= wizard
Raku= ninja
Phoenix= Sp. ANBU (with mask on)

I just fixed a mistake I made concerning Snape. He no longer teaches Potions, I should not write that he does. Also there is some extra info on my contest thingy at the end.

It was the bane of students everywhere, the enemy of all adolescents. It was Monday morning at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The students of magic were just getting up and stumbling into the Great Hall for breakfast.

The four on-duty ninja were laughing at them. They'd all been up for hours. Two of them had just gone to bed; Snake and Tails had the night shift last night.

Hound was outside walking the grounds with Pakkun, Kit was sitting at the Ravenclaw table this morning to learn about the offered classes, Ruto was concealed in shadows on the ceiling, and Raku was sitting at the Gryffindor table disguised as his old self, Harry Potter.

It was the first day of classes so almost all of the students looked like the walking dead, drinking tea and coffee by the gallon.

Harry Potter -for a change- was not one of these students. His eyes were bright and aware. He'd been up at half-passed five with his partner/secret lover to train and to teach Kit a new jutsu. Or try to teach him a new jutsu. The Hidden Mist Jutsu wasn't really working for him.

The two other students who were truly awake were Draco Malfoy and Luna Lovegood. Draco and Harry were having a non-aggressive staring contest -which was rare- and Luna was looking between the two without her usual dreamy look on her face -which was even more rare.

It was like Sasuke, Gaara and Neji getting together to throw a clown party for happy, laughing children.

It just didn't happen.

They both seemed to realise this at the same time and looked away. Fox was reminded of Sasuke and himself in their genin days. He shook his head angrily. Neither boy was anything like Sasuke! Uppity Uchiha brat.

It was Potions first thing for the Gryffindor sixth years on this lovely Monday morning. Double Potions. Double Potions with the Slytherins. Joy.

Unlike Severus Snape, who delighted (though he'd never use that word) in making Harry Potter miserable, Harace Slughorn adored Harry Potter. Though the man had poor judgement and so he'd listened when Snape recommended that Potter and Malfoy should be paired with each other because they work well together. Thus, Harry found himself partnered with Draco Malfoy in Potions, permanently. Not that this surprised him. In fact, Harry wondered if Snape was, in his own twisted way, trying to play matchmaker. He thought about that for a while and figured that if he hadn't met Ruto, he and Draco would most likely have ended up together. Either Draco would have joined the Light or he would have joined the Dark.

After seeing the Dark side of the Light, the second option was starting to look better and better. Dark Lord Potter, or better yet - Dark Lord Raku had a nice ring to it.

Harry started to prepare the potions ingredients because, training in medicine or not, Draco was still better at Potions. He never pretended he was good at it, Snake was the poision expert, not him. He finely chopped some snake liver an looked at Draco thoughtfully.

The blonde was clearly concentrating quite hard on the potion. He'd matured over the summer. His hair had grown out a little and fell free. It looked pretty good on him. Much better than it had all gelled back. He moved more carefully, with more grace than he had before. Draco had not been born with that natural grace. Someone had beat it into him. It looked like he'd been kept hungry at sometime or another. No movement was unnecessary, no energy was wasted. The biggest change was in his face. The angles were sharper, his eyes shining brighter. Although the grey eyes looked haunted by recent trauma and there seemed to be a new burden on the teenager's shoulders, he looked stronger. He looked like a Black.

Harry had never seen Draco Malfoy so determined.

From the shadows, Fox grinned. That Malfoy boy would make a good ally if they get him on their side.

Defence Against the Dark Arts was... different. They'd had many teachers over the years, but now they had Snape.

The classroom was not bright, it was not warm, it was disconcerting, as though they were still in the dungeons instead of on the fourth floor. There were odd looking machines and gruesome looking portraits and a bookshelf and even a large area that seemed to be for practical work.

A vast improvement from when Umbridge controlled the decor.

Snape stalked into the room and straight to the front. His black robes billowed behind him. The professor turned to face the class once he reached the front of the room.

"I find myself doubting the abilities of most of you. If it was up to me, most of you would not be taking this class. This class will be dangerous, it will be hard, you will not be coddled. This class will prepare you for the world we live in. You will learn to defend yourselves against the Dark Arts, or more accurately, Dark wizards such as Death Eathers. Most of you will not be capable of this due to idiocy, lack of intelligence or merely weakness. We are at war. You need to know this. Will you survive without my instruction? Doubtful."

Harry and the rest of the class looked at the man, bemused. Harry was confused. Snape didn't sound as harsh or as mocking as he had the year before. The brunette reviewed the speech in his head. No, it was definitly the same Snape. Maybe it was because he'd been exposed to worse people than Snape over his eventful summer holidays.

The rest of the class was just puzzled. This much emphasis wasn't placed upon all of their classes.

"Books away, wands out. Partner up with the person two seats to your right. Move to the area with the mats. Disarm your partner, without saying a spell aloud."

Harry was partnered with Draco, again. He was beginning to see a pattern. He had easily figured out Snape's meaning. They were to use non-verbal spells. It didn't require anymore power than the normal spell would, merely more focus. Snape was right: the majority of the class wouldn't be able to do this excercise.

... Agreeing with Snape was incredibly weird.

Harry turned to his blonde schoolmate. "Are you ready?" Receiving a nod, the brunette flicked his wand. 'Expelliarmous.'

Draco's want flew smoothly out of his hand and directly into Harry's. The wand was handed back and the same thing was performed on him. The two paused to look at their class mates. Nobody else had managed to complete the excercise so far.

Hermione and Parkinson were facing opposite directions. Ron was glaring heatedly at Zabini who was calmly looking at his like he was slime. Seamus was attempting to punch Goyle. Dean was staring nervously at Crabbe. Neville was trying but Bulstrode's wand did nothing more than wiggle a bit in the girl's hand.

Snape drew their attention back to him. "Stop. There is another way to protect yourselves from being killed by a Dark wizard than using the disarming spell. Mr. Fox beside me will demonstrate as he is an expert in these matters. You fools won't be able to accomplish this but it's my job to teach you how to keep yourselves alive."

Fox stepped forward from where he was nearly hidden in the shadows. His mask was fairly frightening to roughly half the class. "As Professor Snape said, the best way to keep a wizard from casting spells is to take his wand. You all seem to think the only way to do this is to be very obvious, duelling them and disarm them using a spell. This will not always work. There are charms to keep things from being summoned which includes the disarming spell. I prefer my way. Where is it said that your opponent has to know you're even there? Who says you have to obvious about taking their wand. If things are done my way, your opponent won't even know that you were there, you'll be safe, and the next time that person reaches into their pocket or holster to cast a spell, they'll be without a wand." He chuckled darkly. "Just take your opponent's weapon and they can't retaliate." He held up a wand.

Harry waited for the boy to notice that he no longer held his wand.

Blaise Zabini stiffened and slowly narrowed his eyes at the ninja. "How did you get my wand? I had it when you were talking. You didn't move; we were all watching." The Italian Slytherin was truly confused and a little scared but unwilling to show it.

His grin could be heard when he spoke. "Merely slight of hand. This is a very useful skill to those in my profession. I did not use any sort of magic." The wand was suddenly back in Zabini's hand and the Captain was holding a note on what looked like Lavender Brown's favorite stationary written in both pink and gold ink in two different people's handwriting.

Harry couldn't help but grin at the pause. They were in for some embarassment.

"Miss Brown, Miss Greengrass, if you could refrain from petty gossip in such a vital class. Paying attention could save your life. How much cleavage you show Mr Boot does not matter, neither does Adrian Pucey's hotness and the size of Mr. Goldstein's penis should not even me on your minds. Malfoy and Potter's obsessions with each other, while interesting, are irrelevant. Whether Fred and George Weasley were together romantically is none of your buisness. Also, it would be prudent to not write cruel things about your classmates to spread about the school. If Ginny Weasley is shagging Dean Thomas, that's their buisness, not yours." He let the note flutter to the floor in flames. "I advise that you start paying attention to your professor. It could be worse, I could be teaching this class. Those who aren't used to my lifestyle would say that I am a slavedriver that trains my students into the ground. They are right. I am a demanding teacher and I would expect far more of you than this school as a whole does."

Dean sputtered. "W-Why?"

Cool amusement almost made Fox sound like Tails. "By the time I was sixteen, I fought for my life daily, multiple times, and enemies from other countries were ordered to flee upon seeing me but they knew that if they actually saw me then I'd be the last thing they would see. Maybe it's time for you to grow up." He stepped back and faded into the shadows.

The class was gobsmacked.

Harry snickered. Fox hadn't disappeared at all. He was on the ceiling right above their heads in plain sight.

Snape actually seemed to be smirking out of amusement. Maybe Harry finally understood the man's sense of humour?

Draco was looking at him.

"Yes Malfoy?"

"You were looking at Blaise. You knew what was going to happen. It's almost like you knew what he did. How?" The blonde was calm, willing to drill Harry until he got an answer.

Thankfully for Harry, the bell rang. Merlin thank the almighty bell, saving him from Draco's questioning. He bolted from the room like Captain Fox was after him.

He had never been so grateful for History of Magic.

Please vote on my poll if you haven't already!

I'm changing my contest thingy! If someone can figure out five people who are joining the new Whirling Tides Village that Ruto knows from Konoha, I will grant them a request. Whether it's writing them a story or adding something to one of my stories, you want it, I'll do it.

There are more than just 5 Konoha ninja going with him. I have chosen 10 and any of these people will be right. Please do not choose Snake or Hound. It was previously stated in chapter 10 (Ruto's Plan for Wave) that they are coming with him. Please don't suggest anyone else from that list either.

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