Okay, I have to apologize. For starters, alot of you pointed out my mistake in the age thingy. In an american school, he'd be one of the oldest. I was wrong, at Hogwarts, he's one of the youngest. Just reverse what Draco and Harry said online, kay??
INYANG, whatever you do with my fic is up to you, kay? I'm glad you and your friends enjoy it. ::Grin!::
Well now, since I'm getting ::coughcough::multipledeaththreats::coughcough::, I figure, I'd better get this part in asap, ne? But first, wanna know the secret behind the foodfight chapter? Well, I've ALWAYS wanted to start a food fight, or even be in one. But I'd be like Neville and hide under the table and pelt friend or foe nearby.
But before I go (Last of the Author's Notes, I promise!!) I. . . wow. I'm not sure what to say. I got a few reviews from the last chapter from people saying they don't even like slash/yaoi/homosexuality, yet they said they liked my story. Thank you. You have no idea how GOOD that makes me feel. For being open minded enough to not totally flame me for my personal opinions, and to still tell me that you're waiting for the next part. This part. Again, Thank you!
Warnings: Aww, screw the warnings. You know what? I always write the warnings before the actual chapter, so even I don't know what is gonna happen. Slash and happy feeling abound.
Disclaimer: I own all!!! (::Muses whap author in the head:: Stop that!!) Okies, actually, I own nuttin'. 'Cept Rasberry, Joe and Tyxa. Gotta love them, ne??
"Okay, everyone, settle down. Now, I know your're not used to conducting class like this, but this is how it will be today and tomorrow." Turahi lowered his hands from their position of surrender and looked out at the students. Some glared at him with undisguised betrayal, some glared at the other students across the classroom, and a paltry few just looked amused at everything.
The Ever-Exasperated teacher let out one of his infamous sighs, and thought once again what had prompted him to do this, this *horrible!* thing. On one half of the room sat his usual Tuesday class of 6th year Gryffindors. On the other half sat the borrowed 6th year Slytherin class. He had them together to hold a debate, but was wondering if this was a baaaad idea. Scratch that, he knew it was a bad idea and was wondering how to dig himself out of this hole. Well, might as well start the debate.
"Listen up, please. Now, I'm having a double class like this today and tomorrow because I'm going to hold a debate, and I need two sides to it. The debate is how much power a wizard or witch can have before they are considered a threat by the Ministry of Magic. Slytherins, you are con-power, meaning you will argue the point of wizards only being allowed small amounts of power. Gryffindors, you will be pro-power, arguing the opposite point."
There was no hiding the shock at this announcement. Turahi smiled to himself. This was a good idea after all. It would get his students minds thinking, for their next project.
"No arguing stupid points, you know what I mean. No arguing points simply because you 'said so'. And finally, if you argue a point that is your personal opinion, you must be ready to back that up. Now, you have 5 minutes to prepare. Go!"
The two groups began to whisper amoungst themselves, the loudest gripes coming from the Slytherin side. Once 5 minutes was up, Turahi motioned for silence with his hands and held up a coin. "I'll flip this coin to see who goes first. Heads, Slytherin, Tails, Gryffindor." He tossed the coin in the air with one hand and deftly caught it with the same hand. Slapping it in the palm of his other hand, he revealed the face up. Heads. "Slytherin, first point."
Silence. Turahi raised an eye brow and looked at the Slytherin side of the room. Finally, Draco raised his hand. Turahi pointed at him and said, "Go."
Draco took a deep breath, either to stable himself or for someother reason, who knows, then spoke. "Earlier in the year, you said-"
"Stop." Turahi cut his nephew off mid-sentence. "If you are making a point, speak to them." He pointed at the Gryffindors. "Otherwise, question time is over."
Draco shook his head and began again, this time looking at the Gryffindors. "Earlier in the year, the absentminded Professor Tyxa told us not to say that 'Power Corrupts' because it wasn't true. But that in itself isn't true. Power does corrupt. The more power give someone, the more they crave, until they are doing anything to get even more."
Ron spoke up to counter him. "But what about people like Nicholas Flammel? He created the Sorceror's Stone, and couldn't have done so without large amounts of power, or with the Ministry breathing down his neck."
Blaise made the next counter. "But the Sorceror's Stone was a highly powerful artifact. It turned metal to gold and could make a person immortal. Money is greed and why would a person want to be immortal? Death is the final release."
"Death is only the final release if you're Christian or someother single god religion. If you're polydiety, like Wiccan or Pagan, then Death is the beginning of the next cycle."
Turahi butted in, motioning for silence. "This debate isn't about Death. It's about Power. Please get back on track." He motioned for Slytherin side to begin again.
"What I meant was," Blaise said. "That most people, muggle and wizard alike, are content with their one life as it is. The only reason someone would want to be immortal is if they had insane amounts of power or was getting insane amounts of power and didn't want to give it up."
Gryffindor side was silent for a moment, trying to come up with something to counter it. Hermione finally spoke up. "Drumbus Druxor (1), the wizard who created the Remembrall, wasn't immoratal. But he did have alot of power to create a widely used wizarding object. Nor was he evil."
"No," Crabbe replied, showing he had more brains then people gave him credit for, he just hid it. "He had a lot of knowledge. He didn't have a lot of power, he just knew alot about it."
"But still, to create such an item, he'd need alot of power." Seamus said, getting into the spirit of the project.
"No, he'd need lots of people with a little power." Crabbe countered. "Drumbus Druxor came up with the specifics of it, and drew it out, but his assistants, Camille Luntia and Xellina Rodgers were the ones that actually created it. It's in "Magical Artifacts, History of" by Audrey Demijohn."
Gryffindors and Slytherins alike stared open-mouthed at the large boy, who had the grace to look sheepish. "That and I'm related to him, down the ancestral line."
Harry shook his head, amused. "Well, the founders of Hogwarts each had alot of power, if the spells that are still on the school are any indication."
"Yes," a quiet Slytherin girl named Helen Davidson spoke up. "But there were 4 of them, and the spells have worn off over the years and have had to be redone. That, and Salazar Slytherin, for all his power, wasn't the nicest person in the world."
"Yes, but the other 3 were. Together the 4 of them created a school. A whole school that years later, is still one of the safest places in the Wizarding world! They all had to be really powerful to do so!"
"Of course," Pansy Parkinson sneered. "You would know a lot about being really powerful, being as 'powerful' as you are." The rest of the Slytherins, save a few, snickered.
"No!" Draco snapped. Silence reigned, and heads swiveled in his direction. "This is a debate. Personal feelings have no place here. You have no proof of what you just said, Pansy, keep your mouth shut."
Turahi raised an eyebrow. "Very well, Draco. Couldn't have said it better myself. Ms. Parkinson, he is correct. Anymore outbursts like that, from anyone, will result in a 10 point loss from their house."
After a few moment silence, Blaise began again. "Well, if you want to go the way of powerful students, then take Hermione. She's just as powerful as any of us, but she's a lot better in alot of things, not because of power, but because of knowledge."
Deafening silence. Turahi smiled. "Well, Gryffindor? Do you concede this round to Slytherin? Or do you have a counter-point?"
Harry raised his hand. "Are we going to continue this tomorrow?"
Turahi nodded. "Yes, we will, with Gryffindor starting. Why?"
Harry looked at his housemates and they came to a silent concensus. "We concede this point to Slytherin, then. We have no counterpoint."
"Very well. But before you leave, an assignment. In 2 weeks, I want a 3 foot scroll on a Dark Witch or Wizard in history, recent or ancient and why they were corrupted. And I don't want half a million scrolls on You-know-who, so try to be creative! When you come back tomorrow, we will continue this debate, Gryffindor first point, although it seems to have changed from pro/con power to Power Vs. Knowledge. Class dismissed!!"
They filed out, biding farewell to the DADA professor as they left. Out in the hall, Blaise hurried to catch up with Hermione and the others before they went down to lunch.
"Hermione, I didn't mean to call you a know-it-all in there. I'm sorry if it came out that way." He struggled to keep from dropping all his books.
"It's okay, Blaise," she replied with a smile. "It was a debate. Anyway, we're going to get a head start on the scroll after lunch in the library. You guys are welcome to join us!"
Blaise shook his head. "Nah. Slytherin 6th years have Transfiguration after lunch on Tuesdays/Thursdays. Maybe later."
"Kay, cya!" They parted ways and went on with their lives. (3)
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End notes: (1) Okay, so obviously this wizard doesn't exist. My friend dared me to find a story where I could use this name. Apparently, she doesn't know I write Harry Potter ::GRIN::
(2)Also, I've only been to one real debate in my life (if you can call a middle school debate a real debate) And that was about how they did it. If anyone who reads this is on a debate team and is seething because I butchered a real debate, I'm sorry! I've got a fuzzy to black memory!!
(3) Also, I'm pretty sure I established earlier that Hermione and Ron were a couple. I'm sorry if I didn't. They ARE. Hermione won't be running off and leaving Ron for Blaise anytime soon, sorry. I just see Blaise as nicer then most of the Slytherins. Cunning (after all, he IS a Slytherin) but nice.