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- CHAPTER THIRTEEN-
Sara, Del and Deloras!
Harry and Hermione followed Ares down to the Entrance Hall. There were many people standing in it. Several Hogwarts students were joined by students from Durmstrang, in blood red robes, students from Beauxbatons, in fine, blue silk robes and also students in pale green robes. Harry guessed that those students where from Betathen. Also in the Entrance Hall were many adults, including several Hogwarts teachers. Snape, Harry noticed, was standing beside a pretty woman, in her late thirties, with long, silky black hair and piercing blue eyes. Snape was holding a young girl of about five, who also had black hair and blue eyes. Beside the woman and Snape were two boys, one about the seventeen and the other about thirteen. The older of the two was a younger looking version of Ares, only with grey eyes and greasy black hair. The other boy looked like Snape did in the Pensieve that Harry had seen the year before. Ares grinned when he saw them. He walked straight to them.
`Ares,' said the woman, automatically kissing his cheek and hugging him. `Severus told me what happened. Are you all right?' Ares eyed Snape.
`I'm fine, Caitlín' he said, looking at the woman.
`What is he doing here?' shouted a woman, with a girlish, high-pitched voice. A girlish, high-pitched voice that Harry recognised all too well. Ares cursed. They all turned around and saw Delores Umbridge, Harry's fifth year Defence Against the Dark Arts.
`Delores,' said Ares, through gritted teeth.
`Lestrange,' said Umbridge. She turned to Dumbledore. `Dumbledore, why is he here? Especially when my two nieces have been here this entire year and my third niece has just arrived.'
`Delores, Ares is the school's Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher,' said Dumbledore. Ares gave Umbridge a Malfoy like smirk.
`But that's illegal. You know Dumbledore that he isn't allowed within contact with Natalie, Sarah and Delores. He isn't allowed to be near them. He will have to leave. It is against the law for him to stay,' ranted Umbridge.
`It's also illegal to use the Cruciatus Curse, Delores,' said a sneering Ares.
`Your point being. I never used the Cruciatus Curse.'
`It's also illegal to use a Cruscrip Quill,' said Ares. Umbridge looked evilly at Ares.
`I swear to Merlin, if you go near my nieces, I will have you killed,' said Delores.
`Really?' said Ares, removing his wand.
`Ares,' said Dumbledore, warningly.
`Professor, this woman and her father had my daughters removed from my care. This is not your concern,' said Ares, with pure venom in his voice, as he raised his wand to cursing height and pointed it at Umbridge.
`Aunt Delores?' questioned a girl, who was about twenty. She had long, silky blond hair and looked a lot like the girl Natalie that Harry saw in the picture and in the Pensieve. Upon seeing the girl, Ares dropped his arm to his side. Another woman walked beside them. She looked in her early thirties, with long blond hair.
`Ares?' asked the woman.
`Hello Sara,' said Ares. The tension in the room could be cut by a knife.
`Who is this?' asked the girl.
`This is Ares Lestrange, Del,' said Sara. `He was a friend of your mother's.' Ares looked sick at that use of the word friend. He looked away.
`Ares Lestrange? I read about him. He killed my mother's murderers,' said Del. `He gave up everything for her. You cared for my mother a lot, didn't you?'
`More than anything,' said Ares, though with a failing voice. `If you'll excuse me.' Ares walked away, towards Hogsmeade.
`Where's he going?' asked Del.
`Probably to the bar. The stupid man is an Alcoholic,' said Umbridge. McGonagall then did something very much unexpectedly. She walked straight up to Umbridge and slapped her.
`Never dare talk about Ares that way!' yelled McGonagall.
`It' true. Anytime I see him, he's always drunk,' said Umbridge, holding her cheek.
`That's because he always thinks of Natalie when any of you are here and he remembers what you did to him!' shouted McGonagall.
`I think we should perhaps move out the Entrance Hall. Professor McGonagall, could you please show our new female students where they can rest. Severus, please show our new male students their quarters and Professor Flitwick, if you would be so kind, show our Adult guests theirs,' said Dumbledore.
`Yes Headmaster,' said the three Professors.
***
`Is he alright?' asked McGonagall. She was talking to Dumbledore in the Entrance Hall at about midnight. Harry and Hermione were on their rounds.
`He is fine Minerva,' said Dumbledore. `Severus, Colonel Anderson, Arthur and Remus all brought him up to his room.'
`It took four of them?' said a shocked McGonagall.
`Ares is no small man Minerva,' said Dumbledore, trying to suppress a grin, as now was not a time to be laughing.
`I worry about him sometimes,' said McGonagall. `Life can be so difficult for some people.'
`Ah, Mr Potter, Miss Granger,' said Dumbledore. Professor McGonagall turned around and saw the two Prefects.
`Hello Professors,' said Hermione.
`Why don't you two retire for the night?' asked McGonagall. `If there is anyone out of bed now, we shall catch them.'
`Okay Professor,' said Harry.
***aHa
The Sixth years were sitting in the Defence Against the Dark Arts class, waiting for Ares. At the door standing, was Umbridge and also her niece, Del. After about five minutes Ares walked in. He looked terrible. His skin was really pale, he had a tinge of green about him and his eyes were bloodshot.
`Excuse me class, I'll be back in a minute,' said Ares, who walked up into his office. He came back down a minute later looking fine, eyes normal, skin proper.
`Hangover removal potion, gotta love them,' said Ares, who now had noticed the two women at the door.
`Hello,' said Ares.
`Am, Professor, will it be okay if I sit in on your class?' asked Del.
`You hope to study Defence Against the Dark Arts? Did you not get an O on your NEWT?'
`Yes, I did. I want to teach and I hear that you're a good teacher,' said Del. Ares grinned.
`From your test results, you don't need my help. Who has been coaching you on teaching methods?' asked Ares.
`My aunt Delores,' answered Del. Ares grinned.
`Maybe you should take a seat,' said Ares, gesturing for her to sit down. The class laughed and Umbridge turned red and left.
`Now, today we shall be learning concealment techniques,' said Ares. The class sat up excited.
`There are many times when facing a Dark threat that concealment is better than direct engagement. The main concealment charm is a Disillusionment Charm. It isn't a very difficult spell to do, but unfortunately it only blocks out one sense. That is sight. You can't be seen but you can be heard, smelt, and felt. Those senses can be then blocked out with a Quietus charm, an Aromapedium charm and an Attactium spell,' said Ares. `Now today, I am going to perform the Disillusionment Charm on each of you. You will feel like someone has bashed an egg on your head. First of all, Dean.' Dean threw his head in his hands. Ares looked in shock.
`What is it sir?' asked Dean.
`Nothing, you just remind me of someone. Mostly the bottom half of your face. What's your mother's maiden name?'
`Smith,' said Dean. Ares shook his head, trying to remember something.
`Smith, it rings a bell, just can't place it,' said Ares. `And your father's name?'
`Simon Thomas,' said Dean. Ares gave up trying to remember.
`It's okay, you just look like a someone I used to know,' said Ares.
`What was his name,' asked Dean.
`Wayne Matthews,' said Ares. Dean looked at Ares with a shocked expression on his face.
`That's um… my birth father's name,' said Dean. `How did you know him?'
`He went to Hogwarts,' said Ares. Dean's eyes widened.
`What house was he in?'
`Slytherin,' said Ares. `Pureblood, but not a Death Eater supporter.'
`Wow,' said Dean, looking shocked. After Ares had put the Disillusionment charm on them, except Zacharias Smith, who Ares hit over the head with an egg. Zacharias thought this was normal until he saw that he wasn't invisible and had egg dripping down him. After everyone had been tested, Ares told them they could take a break for the rest of the class. The talked turned quickly to Quidditch.
`So Seamus, what do you think was the best goal ever scored?' asked Zacharias, after getting his head cleaned.
`Um, Barry Ryan, the one where he kicked the ball from his goal and scored,' said Seamus.
`That one was good,' said Malfoy. `But, he' pointing to Ares, `scored the best ever Quidditch goal.'
`Which one?' asked Ron.
`1982, Quidditch European Cup Final in Poland. He got the ball from the keeper, flew up, beat the three chasers, dodged three Bludgers, went round the keeper and scored,' said Malfoy.
`I've done that before,' said Zacharias, very pompously.
`Not against the Vratsa Vultures, arguably the best team in the World,' said Malfoy.
`Who won that match?' asked Parvati.
`Are you thick or something?' asked Anthony Goldstein. `That was the year the Magpies won the Treble.'
`What?' asked Parvati.
`League Championship, British and Irish Cup and the European Cup,' said Ares. `Do you want to see the match against Vratsa?' All the boys shouted yes and a few of the girls said okay. Ares got up and got out a small projector like object. Ares pressed a button on the projector and suddenly Harry saw him self in a stadium.
`Don't worry, this is only a memory. You can't change anything and can't talk to the people in the stadium,' said Ares. Harry then heard the announcer.
`Please welcome, the seven time European Cup winners, the Vratsa Vultures! CHOROLEEVA! UMAR! BURK! BATCHEV! ARNAUT! DIMOV! and LUKANOV!' Seven players wearing red and robes with a white vulture on their chest and backs. There names were in white letters on their backs below a name `Vraca Vulture'.
`And now, please welcome, there ninth appearance in a European Cup final, previously only winning it once, I give you, the Montrose Magpies. MACKINNON! BEATTY! JONES! LESTRANGE! GILROY! LENNOX! MILOSLAW!' Seven players flew out wearing Black Robes with white cloaks with a magpie on their chests and backs. There names were also on their backs in blue.
`Please stand for the national anthems. First the Polish national anthem,' said the announcer. The player flew down to the pitch.
Jeszcze Polska nie zginela,
Kiedy my zyjemy.
Co nam obca przemoc wziela,
Szabla odbierzemy.
Marsz, marsz, Dabrowski,
Z ziemi wloskiej do Polski,
Za twoim przewodem
Zlaczym sie z narodem.
Przejdziem Wisle, przejdziem Warte,
Bedziem Polakami,
Dal nam przyklad Bonaparte,
Jak zwyciezac mamy
Marsz, marsz, Dabrowski,
Z ziemi wloskiej do Polski,
Za twoim przewodem
Zlaczym sie z narodem.
Jak Czarniecki do Poznania
Po szwedzkim zaborze,
Dla ojczyzny ratowania
Wracal sie przez morze.
Marsz, marsz, Dabrowski,
Z ziemi wloskiej do Polski,
Za twoim przewodem
Zlaczym sie z narodem.
`Now, the Bulgarian national anthem.'
Gorda Stara Planina,
Do nej Dunava sinej,
Sluntse Tkrakija ogr'ava,
Nad Pirina plamenej
Milo Rodino,
Ti si zemen raj,
Tvojta khubost, tvojta prelest,
Akh te n'amat kraj
Padnakha bojtsi bezchet,
Za naroda nash l'ubim,
Majko, daj mi muzhka sila,
Put'a im da prodolzhim
Milo Rodino,
Ti si zemen raj,
Tvojta khubost, tvojta prelest,
Akh te n'amat kraj.
`And now the Scottish national anthem.'
O Fhlúir na h-Albann,
cuin a chí sinn
an seórsa laoich
a sheas gu bás 'son
am bileag feóir is fraoich,
a sheas an aghaidh
feachd uailleil Iomhair
's a ruaig e dhachaidh
air chaochladh smaoin?
Na cnuic tha lomnochd
's tha duilleach Foghair
mar bhrat air lár,
am fearann caillte
dan tug na seóid ud grádh,
a sheas an aghaidh
feachd uailleil Iomhair
's a ruaig e dhachaigh
air chaochladh smaoin.
Tha 'n eachdraidh dúinte
ach air díochuimhne
chan fheum i bhith,
is faodaidh sinn éirigh
gu bhith nar Ríoghachd a-rís
a sheas an aghaidh
feachd uailleil Iomhair
's a ruaig e dhachaidh
air chaochladh smaoin.
`Why did they sing the Bulgarian and Scottish anthems?' asked Ron.
`Vratsa is in Bulgaria and Montrose is in Scotland,' answered Ares.
`Now the referee is talking to the two captains, Aleksandar Batchev and Ares Lestrange,' said the Announcer. `And the referee is about to get this match underway.'
aHa
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