Chapter 9

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A/N: As before, any bold writing is a direct quote from the books.

"Potter, come up here with your wand and hold it out in front of you."

Harry looked around and grudgingly walked up to the front of the class. As soon as he was stood where Quirrel motioned the afore mentioned man waved his wand and the ground rose until he was stood on a podium.

"So, I'm here to teach you how to how to defend yourself against the evil in this world. So for our first lesson I'm gonna teach you the disarming charm. So the incantation is Expelliarmus. So Potter what I want you to do is swish your wand towards me and say the incantation. Got it?"

"Yes sir."

Harry did as he was asked and said, "Expelliarmus." Quirrel's wand flew out of his hand and into Harry's.

"Well done Potter. First try."

"Thanks professor,"

Harry walked over to Quirrel and gave him his wand back.

"Mr. Malfoy, why don't you give it a try?" Quirrel asked.

Draco swaggered up to the platform and held his wand out in front of him, "When your ready professor."

"Oh, I'm always ready Mr. Malfoy, that's the whole point of me being Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, to teach you that you don't have to wait until your opponent is ready."

"Ok then… EXPELLIARMUS!"

Quirrel's wand twitched in his hand put didn't fly out like Harry made it.

"Ok, Mr. Malfoy, were you imagining my wand flying out of my hand?"

"No sir."

"Well that's where you went wrong then, you have to imagine the outcome whenever you do magic."

"Ok." Then Draco shouted, "EXPELLIARMUS!" This time Quirrel's wand did fly out of his hand but instead of going to Draco, it went to Harry again. Harry caught the wand and passed it back to the professor. "Thank you Potter." Quirrel said.

Harry was going to reply when he heard an ominous voice from seemingly nowhere said, "You fool, you should never be polite to Potter, he was the one who vanquished me."
Harry said,
"I'm sorry professor, did you say something?"

Quirrel looked flustered and replied, "No, no I did not."

"Oh ok then." Harry said and sat back down.

After the lesson, Harry met with Draco and told him about the mysterious voice that seemed to come out of the back of Quirrel's head.

"Don't worry about it Harry. It was probably just your imagination."

"Yea, I guess." Harry replied dubiously.

"Anyway, It's lunch now so you should be worrying about what you're gonna eat."

Harry smiled and sped up so they could get to their usual seats at the Slytherin table.

When they got they saw that Daphne was already there with her friend Tracey Davies.

"Hey guys." Daphne said as they got closer.

"Hey Daphne." Harry and Draco said as they sat down. Harry next to Daphne and Draco at the other side next to Tracey.

"So who is this?" Harry asked indicating towards Tracey.

"Well, her name is Tracey Davies, she is a pureblood whose family originates from France."

"Ah, ok then." "Hello Tracey, I'm Harry Potter, it is a pleasure to be in your acquaintance."

"Hello Harry Potter, and I think the pleasure is all mine."

A/N: Sorry for making this update last so long. As 21 Pilots once said. 'I do not have writers block my writer just hates the clock.' I don't know when I can get the next chapter out because I have to go shopping for my school uniform as school starts soon.

Thanks for waiting.

-Brad