Title: Confused Memories (11/?)
Category: Drama, Romance, crossover (JAG/Harry Potter)
Spoilers: Through "The One That Got Away" (JAG); Order of the Phoenix (Harry Potter)
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters. The JAG universe belongs to DPB and his gang, and the Harry Potter universe belongs to the goddess, JKR.
Chapter 11: In which a prophecy is given
Hermione sighed with relief as Sarah walked into the staff room. As much as she loved tiny Professor Flitwick, the Charms teacher, half an hour of his squeaky voice raving about his newest star pupil was enough to get on anyone's nerves.
"Excuse me, Filius," Hermione said quickly. "Sarah! How was your second day of teaching?"
Sarah sighed. "I have to side with Professor Snape, Hermione. Dunderheads, the lot of them," she said, mimicking the surly Potions professor. Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"Really? Are they all that bad?" she asked as she and Sarah seated themselves.
Sarah rolled her head on her shoulders, wincing at the snapping sound. "The older ones, no. They seem to have an aptitude for Divination--or, at the least, enjoy studying it. But the third and fourth years..." she huffed. "They have no respect for the subject whatsoever! But I think they've learned their lessons," Sarah smirked.
This time, both eyebrows went up. "What did you do?" Hermione asked warily.
"Oh, just a bit of palm reading. Silly tricks, really. But I gave them enough truths in the tricks that they're afraid I can read minds." She chuckled. "I'm no Legilimens, but the looks on their faces..."
"Well done, Professor MacKenzie," a smooth voice came from behind them. "Apparently, among the third year Hufflepuffs, you are becoming the most feared professor at Hogwarts."
"Besides you, of course," Sarah smirked.
"Of course," Snape replied, nodding.
Hermione was beginning to think her eyebrows would be permanently stuck to her hairline. She had never seen Severus take to anyone so well. Well, as much as he did 'take to anyone'. He had not yet bitten Sarah's head off for anything--which was amazing for the 'greasy git', as Ron still called him.
Dumbledore came into the staff room, smiling. "Good evening, everyone! Let's get our meeting started, so you can all go and begin our first weekend of the school year."
"Now... how is our newest professor faring?" Dumbledore asked.
"She is doing quite well, thank you," Sarah quipped. The assembled staff chuckled, and Sarah said, "I think I have my classes under control. I'm going to take the weekend to figure out exactly where to go in the curriculum. It seems that the students aren't where they should be this far along--especially the fifth and seventh years. OWLs and NEWTs are coming up later this year, and although I won't be here for them, I would like to leave the students prepared." Albus nodded approvingly.
Sarah continued, "I would also like permission to tutor one of my students outside of class."
"Which one is this?" Minerva asked curiously.
"One of yours, actually, Minerva--a Benjamin McCoy."
"McCoy, McCoy... the sixth year? A bit on the shy side?"
"That's the one. He seems to have a very strong natural ability. I think that he could be quite a powerful Seer if he's trained properly."
"Excellent!" Albus exclaimed. "If he consents, then by all means, tutor away. Now, who's next? Ah, yes, Severus."
There was a collective suppressed groan as the Potions Master stood to present his views on the mental abilities of the current student body. Hermione and Sarah rolled their eyes at each other as he continued for five minutes.
An hour later, the collected faculty had updated everyone on their places in the curriculum. Hermione stood to leave.
"Well, Sarah, have a nice night." When she got no answer, she turned back to her colleague. "Sarah? Are you all right?"
Her answer came when Sarah opened her mouth to speak. Eyes unfocused, her voice soft and high-pitched, she said:
"The noble one will rescue the princess from the tower. The queen will find a savior in one she least expects. The mighty one will be slain. The angel of darkness will be overcome by his own. By the time of the summer's end, these things will be."
Silence reigned in the staff room. Then, chaos erupted.