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See what you've done I'm sad now.

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Authors' Notes- Well this chapter isn't quite finished but I wanted everyone to know I'm not dead and I will finish this story however long it takes. I would like to thank all the wonderful people who have reviewed and asked for updates. You're wonderful people and I love hearing from you.

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Blood Of My Blood

by Nyghthawk28

Chapter Nine - "The First Lesson Is Pain"

teaser edition

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Draco POV

Of all the horrible things in this world getting up early has to be the worst. I was having the most wonderful dream about Prince Zeaphur and a bathtub filled with champagne.

I can tell I'm going to hate Ranger Valnoir. I mean how dare he make us meet him outside the castle at bloody 4 o'clock in the BLOODY MORNING!

Even the bloody sun doesn't want to show its face at this bloody hour. Besides being bloody early its going to be fucking FREEZING!

Wait...

Freezing...hmmm...

Well one good thing does not make up for having to wake up at bloody 3AM. After all I'm a Malfoy I can't just roll out of bed. I have an image to maintain. A Malfoy does not go into public looking like a bloody Weasley.

Eww...

What horrid thoughts one has at this ungodly hour.

Sigh...

The downside of a taking a room to myself this year is no naked Blaise in the morning. That would be about the only thing worth getting up this early. I don't know why Blaise hates clothes so much but I've never had reason to complain. He's got a truly wonderful arse...

Hmm...

Sigh... Shower now Blaise's arse later. I really enjoy the "benefits" of our friendship.

I wonder if a certain Prince would like to be "friends"...

Yumyumyumyumyumyum

Wonder if he likes champagne?

drool

Damn useless cold water I'm really going have to find out where Blaise is rooming...

Maybe a hot shower will work...?

End Draco's POV

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4:00 AM Clearing In Front Of Forbidden Forest

The whole Hogwarts student body stood outside in the predawn chill waiting on their new teacher for their first official class of the year. This would be the first class in the history of Hogwarts where every student participated together as a massive whole. With slightly under 500 students in total most of the other Professors were wondering how Ranger Valnoir was planning to pull this off. It was bad enough dealing with thirty or less in a class not to mention house rivalries, age differences, and general knowledge.

Ranger Valnoir appeared out of the Forbidden Forest dressed exactly as he'd appeared the day before, from his griffin hide pants to the long bow on his back.

"As I was introduced by your Headmaster the day before I am Ranger Valnoir and that is how you will address me. I am not a professor and if you address me as such you will do a hundred laps around the lake."

A lot of faces suddenly went very pale.

It was a big lake.

A very BIG lake.

No one.

Absolutely No ONE!

EVER!

Even wanted to attempt, to TRY to do one HUNDRED laps A-R-O-U-N-D that lake. They'd rather go up to Snape and call him a pillow biting pounce who wear red and gold women's lingerie, than do a hundred laps around THAT lake.

It was really a choice between instant death and a slow, painful, and agonizing death.

Needless to say the words "Professor" and "Valnoir" became forbidden to ever been uttered together. As of this moment saying "Professor Valnoir" was worse than saying Voldemort.

"It is strange how weak you mortals have become over the centuries. At one time your power was quite impressive but over time you have been progressively been getting weaker. For whatever reason you have forgotten one of the primary rules of magic. The magic you wield is only as strong as the container wielding it. You wizards and witching have gotten weak and lazy by letting your magic do everything for you. You let your bodies rot while trying to make your magic grow." Valnoir paused to shake his head at the stupidity of mortals.

"It is stupidity and I have no time or tolerance for it. I will be crafting your feeble bodies into suitable vessels for the magic you contain. Anything less would be an insult to the Goddess and the task I was hired to preform. I will not be gentle about it and I will hear no complaints. This is not a pass fail course. I have no care for points, grades, or houses. You Will learn what I am teaching you. There are no other options." said Valnoir giving a cold hard stare to the students and the watching teachers.

Well that settled things.

The new DADA teacher was E V I L !

A special emphasis on the capitol E for Evil.

Whether or not he was a follower of Voldemort had yet to be confirmed but the Evil was a definite.

This opinion was reinforced when Ranger Valnoir had them running ten laps around the quidditch pitch followed by various exercises and drills. Over all it was a rather sad showing. On average the first years seemed to be in the best all around shape with a few exceptions for some of the quidditch players and a few others.

There was really only one person up to Ranger Valnoir's standards and it was Prince Zeaphur. Not exactly a surprise since both were sidhe. Not that Prince Zeaphur was the perfect warrior but he was talented in certain areas of combat. Or to be more specific Zeaphur excelled with knives or daggers but he was a fair hand with a sword but he still had a long way to go before mastering it. Still on a fitness level he was Atlas compared to the other students.

Ranger Valnoir finally called an end to his first rather unforgettable DADA class. The student body practically dragged their exhausted bodies back to the castle. More than a few were supported each other to stay upright and whimpering as they moved. Everyone was heading back to their dorms for much needed showers but more than a few Griffyndors were crying as they realized they had to ascend the numerous stairs to their tower home. The Slytherins had a similar problem but at least they were going down. The Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs had further to travel but nowhere near as many stairs to deal with so everyone suffered if not equally.

On a lighter note they had two hours to clean up and eat breakfast before their other classes began.

It was nowhere near enough.

The rather enterprising Weasley Twins came up with a way to profit from everyone's agony. Not in a cruel way and they only charged a single knut which they were willing to take on as credit. They created what they called the Weasley Super Slide. Which made the staircases between the Griffyndor Common Room and the Great Hall one giant slide with a powerful cushioning charm at the bottom. Needless to say after a quick explanation everyone in the tower purchased a ticket.

One Twin manned the top of the slide that started right outside the Fat Lady and the other waited at the bottom of the slide that was right outside the Great Hall to make sure everyone moved off quickly so no one would get hurt. Groups of five or less were allowed to go down together. Some of the muggleborns screamed in joy and lifted up their arms like a roller coaster ride which was quickly copied by others. So in the end everyone got to the food quickly and had a bit of fun on their way down. Not to mention the shock value of everyone they passed on the way down.

Considering what they knew of Ranger Valnoir the WSS was going to be making a very tidy profit for the Twins. Now if they could figure out a reverse slide they'd really be in business.

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Elsewhere

"Well that was boring." said Zeaphur as he lounged in a chair.

"Most of your classmates are sadly out of shape. No wonder wizarding magic has been getting weaker. Valnoir was blunt but truthful." said Aris with a shake of his head.

pop

"What do you mean?"asked Sirius.

Aris raised an eyebrow, "You really don't know?"

"Know what?" asked Solis.

Zeaphur's only companions to his morning class had been Aris, Loki, and Thor. Even Callisto decided to sleep in and having Davan around Valnoir for long periods of time would have been plain stupid. Hence everyone else was more than a little curious how things went.

"Magic is a powerful force. As you know not everyone or thing can conduct magic on a conscious level even if everything has magic to one degree or another. The healthier your body is the better you are able to conduct your magic. Of course physical health isn't the only factor but it is an important one." explained Aris.

"What are the other factors?" asked Zeaphur.

"The other factors involve mental focus, will power, and capacity. Think of it as a water pipe. The pipe is your body if you're weak you'll burst under pressure or you'll end up leaking also if the pipe is decrepit it will clog. Focus is the water pressure too much and you can destroy things while too little and you barely make things wet. Will power is making the water move period if you can't get the water in the pipes it doesn't matter how strong they are. Capacity is simply overall water you're working with in the first place but capacity can change and grow like a stream becoming a river but a river can also become a stream." said Aris completely holding the attention of those in the room. Davan knew this already but it was a very good explanation.

I will have to remember your words for my Pack. That was one of the better explanations we have ever heard. said Blackfang.

? CHAPTER TO BE COMPLETED SOON ?

? HOPEFULLY ?

Hope you enjoyed this little tease.

P.S. - Happy 4th of July!