Chapter 7 – Revival of the Giant
The next day they all woke up early and got out of the common room as quickly as possible. Alex Thorn had kept following Harry around, slightly like Colin Creevey did.

Whilst he was asleep, Harry kept dreaming about the night Dumbledore died, how he hung in the air for a few seconds before he landed. Something was unusual with that night, but Harry did not know what. The locket had been removed from Harry’s pocket the night before Hogwarts began, But he kept the notes with him, reading them often trying to understand them.

”Harry,” Hermione said waving her hands in front of his face.
”Wha- What,” said Harry jumping up.
”You were, in a trance or something, and the timetable has come. We have double Defence Against the Dark Arts and then Potions.” Ron said staring at Harry. “Are you ok?”
”Yeah, im just a bit.-”
”Harry,”
”If it’s that Alex kid then tell him im not in the mood.” Harry said looking at his timetable.
”Hello Professor Slughorn,” Hermione said making Harry look up.
”Hello Miss Granger. I hope to be seeing you three today in Potions.” Professor Slughorn said.
”Professor, I thought you said you were only staying for a year,” Ron said trying not to sound rude.
”Trying to get rid of me already, eh.” He said chuckling. “I see you’re taking after your brothers. Well, after the tragic events of last year we decided Hogwarts needs as many skilled wizards as possible.” He added and then walked off to the staff table.
”He still didn’t answer my question, why did he stay?” Ron said grinning, “I never knew he was a ‘skilled wizard.’”
”Look at the time, Defence Against the Dark Arts is starting in ten minutes, and we need to get there!” Hermione said standing up.

They all walked out of the hall and began running up the many staircases, arriving at the Dark Arts corridor. They were either really early or late because no one was stood outside waiting.

As Harry pushed the door open he realised that they were late. The students studying the Dark Arts were seated listening to the two professors. One was bigger than Hagrid, with thick black hair. He had a scar from the top of his eye straight down to his cheek. This was Professor Reid Quarterman. The other, also with black hair had a small goatee. He was the first to talk as they entered the room.
”Mr Potter, Ms Granger, Mr Weasley, please take your seats. I am Professor Sawyer,” he said pointing at the front bench.
They sat down at the bench, pulling out their books, but were stopped when the other man dropped his hand on the table.
”You won’t need your books,” Reid Quarterman said. “Today, we are going to have a practical lesson.” As he lifted his hand he noticed that he had left a mark on the table. “Oops,” he said looking at the table. He muttered an incantation and the mark was gone. “This is what you learn when you are a spy for many years,” he said in a deep voice.

During the lesson, Sawyer began telling them the spells that they would use if they ever got injured. He began with “Episkey” and went over the way it could be used a few times making it clear for them. Then he told them about reawakening the unconscious with “Enervate.” He told them the theory behind the spell before letting them do it and everyone did it right first time.
An hour had passed without anyone realising and Professor Quarterman took over the lesson. He started telling them about his history spying amongst the giants and confronting Voldemort. Sadly, Lord Voldemort escaped before he could be captured and Quarterman starting hunting down death eaters.
After he realised that time was running out he set the class homework to learn how to perform the ‘Stupefy’ spell.

Just before they were released Prof Sawyer told the class to be quiet.
”I have been speaking with the potions master, and he has agreed that he will teach you to brew the reawakening potion. I understand that some of you may not have chosen potions, but Slughorn has said that you are all welcome to attend the class. I hope you all understood the class and if you have any questions feel free to ask either professor and we will do our best to help you. Now hurry along to your next lesson, we don’t want you to be late,” he said looking in Harry’s direction.

Just as Harry was walking out, Prof Quarterman pulled Harry to aside.
”I hear that you used to have a combat group with the students, is this true?” He asked.
”You mean the DA? Yes, but I don’t think it will keep going.” Harry said, slightly disagreeing because the DA was not a combat group.
”We would love it if you could keep it going, maybe even letting us, join in, not as teachers, but help. What do you say?”
”Yeah, we’ll do it, but when do you want to start?” Harry said sounding exited that the DA was coming back.
”Forget the details, we will sort everything later, now don’t be late for Potions.” He said sounding serious.

They all walked out of the class and started walking toward the dungeons, for the ‘Slug Club’ to reunite. But this time, Harry didn’t have the Half Blood Prince’s book with him, as it was still in the Room of Requirement.

Did i get it on the first minute? Hope so,
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