rlin had just finished up the first-year class, surveying the room with a calm but authoritative gaze. She clapped her hands lightly to draw everyone's attention and said, "Alright, students, rember sumr break is about to begin. I want you all to have fun, but if you co back next year with empty heads, I'll be severely disappointed. Class dismissed."
The room imdiately filled with the sounds of scraping chairs and excited chatter as the students began filing out. Just as the last few were heading for the door, rlin spoke again, her voice casual but precise.
"Oh, Ms. Weasley, can you co here for a mont?"
Ginny froze for half a second, then hurried over, her expression a mix of nerves and curiosity. "Yes, Professor."
rlin studied her for a brief mont, eyes sharp and knowing, before saying gently, "Hold still for just a second."
In one swift, practiced motion, rlin snatched the black leather-bound diary from Ginny's belongings. Before Ginny could react, rlin incinerated it in her hand. As the diary burned, a massive, smoky shadow tore itself free, letting out a wailing, distorted cry before dissolving into nothingness.
Ginny stared, wide-eyed and shaken. "What was that?"
rlin rested a reassuring hand on Ginny's head and smiled warmly. "Don't worry about it, kiddo. Do you feel better?"
Ginny paused, checking herself, then nodded slowly. "Yes, Professor. Thank you."
rlin gave her an approving nod. "Good. Off with you now. You have classes to attend."
She watched Ginny leave, her smile lingering for a mont longer. Once the hallway was quiet again, rlin turned back to the empty classroom and said softly to herself, "Well… just a few things left to handle now."
-----
rlin sat beside Dumbledore in his office, her posture relaxed but her eyes sharp as she quietly observed the exchange unfolding before them. From his desk, Dumbledore calmly but subtly accused Lucius Malfoy of having given the diary to Ginny Weasley. When Lucius finally turned to leave, clearly displeased but unwilling to argue further, rlin spoke up.
"Wait a mont, Mr. Malfoy."
Lucius paused and turned back, fixing rlin with an arrogant, asured look. "Yes, Professor Ambrosius. How may I help you?"
rlin t his gaze evenly and said coolly, "That elf of yours… I'd like to buy him."
She reached out and handed Lucius a small piece of paper with a number written neatly on it. His eyes flicked down to the figure, and for a brief mont, surprise broke through his practiced composure. After a pause, he straightened and said stiffly, "Yes, well… Dobby, you belong to Professor Ambrosius now."
Lucius and rlin shook hands, and as they did, the unseen magic of the contract binding Dobby shifted, transferring cleanly and decisively to rlin. Dobby hesitated before nervously moving to stand beside her, clutching his hands together as Lucius swept out of the office without another word.
rlin turned to Dobby, her expression softening into a genuine smile. "Dobby, my room could use a cleaning. Take care of that for , please. Afterwards, help yourself to so tea and cake on the table."
Dobby's eyes widened, and a massive smile spread across his face. "Truly, mistress?"
rlin nodded happily, encouraging him.
"Of course, mistress. Dobby will take care of it imdiately."
With a sharp pop, he vanished.
Dumbledore watched the spot where the house-elf had disappeared before turning his gaze back to rlin, his tone thoughtful. "Well, now that all the drama is settled, have you thought about what I asked, Professor?"
rlin t his eyes and replied calmly, "I have. And the answer is yes."
-------
In the Great Hall, Dumbledore rose from his seat and lifted his voice.
"Silence!"
The room gradually quieted as hundreds of eyes turned toward him. Once he was satisfied, he continued, his tone warm but carrying easily through the hall.
"Before we announce who won the House Cup, I have an announcent. For the first ti in half a century, our Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts will be staying on for another year. So everyone, please applaud Professor Ambrosius for staying with us."
The Great Hall erupted into cheers and thunderous applause. Amid the noise, rlin stood, offering a graceful wave, a composed yet pleased smile resting on her face as she acknowledged the students.
Dumbledore waited for the clapping to die down before turning to her. "Any words for our students, Professor?"
rlin inclined her head slightly and spoke clearly. "My lessons this year were rely finding my footing as a professor. Next year they will be harder and more challenging for you, but they will be equally rewarding."
With a sharp snap of her fingers, a soft shimr of magic rippled through the hall. Instantly, a book appeared in front of every student. Its title glead across the cover:
rlin's Guide to Unlocking Unique Magic.
rlin continued, her eyes sweeping over the hall. "I want each of you to read this book over the sumr. If you can grasp its contents and unlock your own unique magic, wonderful. But if not, don't fret. It will be one of the first lessons we go over in the first sester."
All across the hall, students stared down at the books in open curiosity, each quietly wondering whether they truly possessed unique magic locked away inside them, and what form it might take.
At the staff table, the other professors exchanged glances, eyebrows raised in varying mixtures of surprise and intrigue. rlin noticed and rely giggled softly before snapping her fingers once more. Identical copies of the book appeared in each of their hands, and after a mont of inspection, they leaned back in their seats, expressions settling into clear satisfaction.
-----
Harry stood on the platform, luggage stacked beside him, just monts away from boarding the Hogwarts Express. As he reached for his trunk, the conductor stepped forward with an apologetic look.
"Mr. Potter, I've been told to tell you to return to the castle."
Harry blinked, confusion flickering across his face. "By who?"
The conductor adjusted his hat and replied matter-of-factly, "Professor Dumbledore, of course."
With no further explanation offered, Harry made his way back to Hogwarts. Upon entering the castle, he found rlin waiting for him, leaning casually as if she had been expecting him all along. A knowing smile curved her lips.
"Ah, there you are, Mr. Potter."
Harry straightened slightly. "Hello, Professor. Do you know why I've been called back?"
rlin nodded, her eyes bright with quiet satisfaction. "I do, in fact. You see, I managed to convince the Headmaster that you'd be better off spending your sumr assisting , and so until further notice, I have been nad your guardian."
Harry's eyes widened, excitent breaking through his usual reserve. "Really?"
"Yes," rlin confird smoothly, holding up a finger before his enthusiasm could fully run away. "But before you get too excited, it ans you'll be spending your sumr traveling with as my research assistant. Can you handle that?"
Harry didn't hesitate. He nodded firmly. "Of course, Professor."
"Good," rlin said, clearly pleased. "For our first stop, we'll be going sowhere to improve your combat experience. After that, we'll be going to study magic in various worlds."
Harry swallowed, equal parts nervous and thrilled. "Ok, Professor. When do we start?"
rlin answered by snapping her fingers and a swirling portal burst into existence beside her, humming with power. She gestured toward it with a smile.
"Right now.".
(Authors Note: So I'm going to be doing a lot more rlin chapters in the future I've been neglecting them and I really want to get to goblet of fire)
Reviews
All reviews (0)