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Déjà vu
Part 2
Harold James Potter, a.k.a. The Boy Who Lived, was not an easy boy to impress. In his short but eventful sixteen years in this world, he had seen a lot of remarkable and even impossible things (like Voldemort's return ---which the Ministry of Magic was still fervently denying). Although he must admit that for the first time since Remus Lupin taught the Defense Against the Dark Arts on his third year, he finally found another Hogwarts teacher who knew how and what to teach rather than to constantly over-dramatized Harry's supposed "deaths."
Until this year, Divination had been one of the classes he was dreading (the other being Potions) to attend. Sibyll Trelawney, the former Divination teacher, was severely lacking in one thing that he believed was vital in this particular class ---knowledge of anything related to Divination. Her idea of a perfect class was to have a "reading" of Harry's imminent death or at least a grave physical malaise that would mysteriously infect the Golden Boy of Hogwarts. Granted that she made one correct prediction (which she was not aware of at all), the rest of the time Harry had to put up with her stupidity and lack of teaching technique.
Yet, right before the start of the Welcoming Feast, the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, made a surprising announcement regarding Sibyll Trelawney's indefinite sabbatical beginning this school year (quite a welcome news ---at least on Harry's part, but much to the dismay of Lavender Brown and the Patil sisters). A replacement had been found but unfortunately, the said professor was running late and would just have to meet the students tomorrow during their first Divination class.
A wary but hopeful Harry Potter sauntered to the North Tower and slowly climbed up the dizzying spiral steps to the Divination class room. He missed breakfast --- having spent the entire night tossing and turning in bed, thinking about one particular dream that haunted him the entire summer vacation.
*At least, I won't have to put up with her dire predictions anymore. Anyone would be better than Trelawney, I don't think Dumbledore can find an even more incompetent teacher than her, but then again I once thought that nobody could be worse than Quirell, until I met Lockhart, that is.*
The awed gasp and furious whisperings of his classmates rudely interrupted Harry's musings. He looked around the Divination classroom, blinked, took off his glasses, polished it and put it back on, looked again, blinked ---still the same unusual scene.
He had never seen a more unique or more serenely beautiful place in his entire life. The room that was once so foggy, dark, and cramped with Trelawney's knick-knacks was now illuminated with a strong but not quite glaring sunlight, and a soft breeze from an unknown source (there were no open windows within sight) playfully ruffled the students' hair. What was more remarkable was the miniature waterfalls that flowed into a little pond in front of them. The pond was filled with medium size boulders and green plants artfully arranged ---a site which roughly resembled one of the "zen" gardens he saw in a Muggle magazine that his Aunt Petunia had always subscribed to. The shallow pond was bedecked with floating flowers that he would find out later as lotus. He also noticed that there were a lot of bamboo-like mats scattered around the pond.
What really caught and held Harry's interest was a bamboo contraption near the edge of the pond. It's quite long --- about three foot in length and balanced on another bamboo. Another tap-like bamboo hanged suspended over it and water flowed down unto the perched bamboo. When it was full, it would list over one side and drain the water, and then the same process would repeat again. Looking at this unending cycle of flow - fill - flow off was strangely calming to the be-spectacled boy.
Looking around he saw that he was not the only one with his mouth hanging open and even the majority of the Slytherins were looking amazed ----what the hell" - Slytherins?!
He's going to share Divination with Draco Malfoy and company?!!! He fumbled for his class schedule given to him last night by Hermione Granger, one of his best friends and the Gryffindor Prefect. He looked at the piece of parchment with unconcealed dismay written all over his face.
Oh, Merlin's beard, they are sharing not only Divination but Potions, DADA, and Care of Magical Creatures! He felt someone squeezed his shoulder and he turned, looking straight into Ron Weasley's concerned eyes.
"Okay, there Harry? You look as if you've seen a banshee or something."
"Worse - have you seen our schedule?"
Ron grimaced, "Yes, saw it this morning during breakfast. first time I lost my appetite in years."
Harry chuckled slightly at Ron's reply. Knowing his friend's appetite, missing breakfast was a one-time occasion reserved only for dire situations like a Death Eater attack or knowledge of a Slytherin-filled school year.
"I calculated that we'll share at least eight hours with Slytherin daily except for Fridays, when we have double Potions, meaning we'll have two additional hours with these gits." Hermione Granger's voice piped up from Harry's right. Hermione, after three years of procrastinating about taking Divination, was finally convinced by her two friends to share in their misery.
"Oh, great - ten hours of Malfoy tormenting the hell out of me. Why don't I just owl Voldemort to kill me now and get it over it? at least Avada Kedavra would be quick." was Harry's dry reply.
Looking at the clumped of Slytherins gathered at one corner of the room, Harry saw that most of them have evil grins painted on their faces.
*Probably thinking of new ways to make our lives miserable.*
The murmuring of the Gryffindors and the snickering of the Slytherins were cut short when they noticed a small glimmer of light becoming brighter and brighter near the edge of the pond opposite from where they were all standing. The students were forced to either shade their eyes or close them tightly to avoid the strong glare. After a few moments, they saw a tall man with a noble bearing standing in front of them. Harry looked at the man with an expression of awe and admiration.
He was in one word: beautiful. He had long raven hair cascading down his back ending just below his waist. His features were a mix of Asian and European, the best of both worlds that is. His slightly tilted blue eyes ---cat's eyes ---framed with little, round silver glasses only added to his unique features. Long patrician nose and thin red lips (attributed perhaps to his European blood) completed the truly remarkable face. He was wearing a robe Harry had never seen before. It was a crossed between an Asian and British wizarding robe with a symbol of the sun in front ---quite near the clasp fastening the robe. The black and deep purple cloak highlighted the pale skin of the man"ï¿½making him glow with an eerie light. It took Harry a minute or two to notice that the man was also carrying a long staff with an intricate design of the sun.
*Man, he's really hot. and here I thought Malfoy takes the cake in the looks department*
WHAT THE HELL! Where did that thought come from? Malfoy is NOT attractive!
Harry Potter wanted to slam his head against a nearby wall. He had come to accept that he find other boys or men more attractive than girls, but having feelings for a Malfoy is too much.
* Maybe I need to see a psychiatrist... I wonder if St. Mungo's has a psychiatric ward?*
"Harry, quit glaring! The Professor will think you want to hex him or something." whispered Hermione while poking his ribcage. Harry noticed that she had a glaze look on her face much like the way she did during Lockhart's - uh, uh - not another year of Hermione stammering and blushing over a teacher. Ron would go ballistic.
The professor in front of them looked around with a gentle smile on his face that totally unnerved the Slytherin group and earned a few lovelorn sighs from the Gryffindors (both female and male^_^).
"I apologize for not meeting you last night during the feast." an accented but deep voice reverberated throughout the silent room.
"I am your new Divination professor and I hope that I would be able to help you explore the mysteries of this often misunderstood subject."
He looked around the room again and graced them with another smile. Harry could feel Hermione turning into mush beside him and Seamus Finnegan (who came out of the closet literally as well as figuratively ---he was caught snogging with Dean in the Gryffindor coat closet by McGonagall herself ---last year) gave a love sick sigh while winking saucily at Dean.

"As you can see, I made some changes in our classroom thinking that a dark and stifling environment would not be conducive to learning anything at all."
He continued his explanation while gesturing around the room to point out the bamboo mats, "If you would please sit down so we can begin today's lesson."
With an imperceptible movement of his staff, the professor conjured a plush, red chair facing his now seated students.
Harry could see others squirming, trying to get comfortable on their mats. He himself was seating cross-legged, lotus-fashion which, strangely enough, came naturally to him. He was struck by a sudden case of déjà vu --- knowing instinctively that he had seen other people seated this way before but he couldn't remember when and where. Seeing Harry seated comfortably, Ron and Hermione, imitated his position. Soon all the Gryffindors were seated like Harry. The Slytherins were another matter all together. They were still squirming and moving about until finally, Draco Malfoy, with a disgusted huff of breath and another mysterious but meaningful look flung at Harry's way, copied the position of his rival. The rest of his house followed soon after.
The professor looked at the drama being played in front of him with a calm and unwavering gaze. When he saw Draco Malfoy finally gave up and imitated Harry Potter, his eyes shone with a barely suppressed amusement.
//Perhaps this wasn't such a bad idea at all, my friend.//
"Now that all of you have settled down, I want to lay some ground rules. There are only two in this class. First, you must follow all my instructions to the letter. You are here to study Divination specifically how it can be used in the fight against Voldemort'." The indulgent smile that often graced his face was now replaced by a cold one--- revealing the indomitable will of the man.
"Second, I am quite aware of the rivalry between your two houses, but I will not accept any disturbance brought on by the pranks you play against one another. Petty quarrels have no room in this dark time; you will soon find out that being a pureblood means nothing in the carnage that would soon ensue in this world." The professor directed his piercing stare (which strangely remind Harry of Dumbledore's all-knowing gaze) at the Slytherins.
Silence once again reigned over the room.
"Now if you have no questions, we will begin." The softening of his tone somehow woke Hermione from her stupor. Her hand, predictably, shot out to the air.
"Yes, Ms. Granger?"
Hermione blushed when the teacher easily identified her. "Ummmmm, s-sir, may we know you name?" she managed to stammer out.
The professor's lovely features crinkled into a smile, " I was wondering when any one would ask that. I'm not surprised that it would be Ms. Granger who would be so kind as to remind me of this breach.and yes, I know each and everyone of you even if we were not formally introduced." he ended with a knowing smile directed to Hermione who's mouth was still hanging open when her unvoiced question was effortlessly answered.
"I actually have two names, the other would remain undisclosed for now since it is my Mage name, but you may all call me Professor Reed - Clow Reed."
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To be continued

AUTHOR'S NOTE (KINDLY READ BEFORE YOU FLAME ME):
So what do you think? This chapter is quite long but I can't divide it without ruining my surprise (that is, if you were surprised ^_^). I had fun writing this chapter but I was stumped by some of the details like what to call the Japanese bamboo contraption. But then again, I think it wouldn't be proper for Harry to call it by it's name knowing that he's unfamiliar with Japanese culture, ne?
If you're wondering about the déjà vu thing, I will explain it later. All I can say now is that it is connected with Harry's recurring dream.
If you're also wondering how come Clow Reed can speak straight English, kindly remember that he is half British and half Chinese (right????).
Please note that my description of Clow here might not coincide with some descriptions of him that I found on the net. A lot of them are quite confusing and conflicting with other descriptions and I only found one site (am not kidding) where Clow's eyes were described (it's either lack or brown). Due to the fact that my aim here is to emphasize the contrast between his Eastern and Western heritage, I chose blue as his eye color (Author's prerogative and all that crap^_^). Anyways, I don't think that the color of his eyes will make any impact on the plot of the story, ne?
His staff on the other hand, is the one Eriol Hirigizawa uses in the series.
The two names thing? It would be revealed in future chapters but it's quite important to hide it, especially with bookworm Hermione around^_^.
Please review. I would really appreciate it.
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