A Child of Black I Harry Potter fanfic

The Champion Selection

Jamie woke up gasping for air. She fell out of bed and scurried across the floor to the bathroom. She shut the door behind her and turned on the shower before jumping in. She sighed in relief as the cold water poured over her hot skin.

"It was only a dream... just a dream.." She whispered to herself. Once Jamie could breathe normally she turned off the shower. Before she stepped out of the tub, the bathroom door opened and in walked Hermione.

"Here," Hermione whispered holding out a towel.

Jamie nodded in thanks and took it. She dried off her arms and then wrapped her dripping hair in the towel.

"Did you have the nightmare again?"

"Yes," Jamie answered. Hermione was the only one Jamie had told about the recurring dream. She knew her friend would keep her secret and give her a logical response instead of getting overly worried or emotional.

"You should tell Sirius,"

"Hermione-"

"No, listen," Hermione insisted. "You don't know if it's a memory or not. He might. Plus, he's your father, he would want to know."

Jamie sighed in defeat. Hermione was right. "I'll write to him later."

Hermione gave Jamie a look.

"I promise!" Jamie hissed before leaving the bathroom. The sun was barely up but there was no chance of Jamie getting any more sleep. So, she took out her robes and got dressed. She unwrapped her now dry hair and brushed out the tangles before braiding it.

Jamie made her way to the empty common room and sat down on the couch. She watched as the last embers from the previous night died out. Jamie knew she had promised Hermione to write to Sirius but she didn't want to. Something Jamie noticed in the dream was that her mother never denied the fact that Sirius had joined Voldemort. Did her mother die never knowing the truth?

"What are you doing up so early?" George yawned as he and Fred came down the stairs.

Jamie smiled. "Toast woke me up, wanted a treat. Want to go to breakfast?"

The twins eyed her suspiciously but followed her out of the porthole.

They reached the Great Hall and took their seats at the Gryffindor table.

"What classes do you have today?" Fred asked as he ate his eggs.

"Herbology, Transfiguration... then DADA!" Jamie exclaimed excitedly. The new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was all anyone could talk about, minus the tournament. Most people were afraid of him, but for some reason, Jamie found the new teacher intriguing and was looking forward to witnessing his teaching style first hand.

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"Alastair Moody," Professor Moody greeted the class. He turned his back to them and picked up a piece of chalk before furiously scribbling on the board. "Ex-Aurora...Ministry Malcontent!" He finished writing Moody and tossed the chalk to the side. "And your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. I'm here because Dumbledore asked me. End of story, goodbye, the end! Any questions?"

No one raised their hand or dared to make a sound as Professor Moody's mechanical eye looked around the room. The students were obviously intimidated by the man.

"When it comes to the Dark Arts, I believe in a practical approach," Moody looked at Harry as he spoke. "But first, which of you can tell me, how many unforgivable curses there are?"