HP: Vampire Professor

"Excuse me," Harry began, peering cautiously into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. "We were hoping to find Professor Dracula..."

His voice was immediately swallowed by the chaotic symphony within. The classroom was a scene of utter pandemonium.

Fred and George Weasley were standing on a desk, gleefully waving a string of cursed warning bells as they conducted their own personal orchestra of mayhem. Two students, one Gryffindor and one Hufflepuff, were locked in a friendly but spirited duel, spells flashing between them as a crowd of enthusiastic older Gryffindors cheered them on. The Hufflepuffs, meanwhile, had broken out snacks and were watching the spectacle with mild amusement.

There was at least one bastion of order in the chaos. A handsome Hufflepuff boy was desperately trying to restore calm, his pleas for discipline lost in the din.

"Harry! Ron! What are you two doing here?" Fred Weasley shouted, spotting them at the door. He waved the bells excitedly. "Come to join the party? It's a once-in-a-term opportunity!"

"It's Ron! Not 'Ickle Ronniekins'!" Ron seethed, rolling up his sleeves, ready to charge into the fray and throttle his older brothers. Harry grabbed him by the hood and yanked him back.

"Ron, remember why we're here," he said, shaking his head. Ron reluctantly calmed down, shooting a venomous glare at the twins.

"Excuse me," Hermione said, stopping the handsome Hufflepuff as he made another futile attempt to restore order. "Could we ask you something?"

"Please, call me Cedric," he said, wiping a sheen of sweat from his forehead. "You're first-years, aren't you? What brings you to a fifth-year classroom?"

"We're looking for Professor Dracula," Harry explained. "Is he not here?" He looked at Cedric with a mixture of admiration and pity for the impossible task he had been given.

"I'm sorry, but he left just a few minutes ago," Cedric said, looking confused by Harry's expression. "He said he had to step out for a while."

"Do you know when he'll be back?" Hermione asked.

Cedric just shook his head.

Harry's face fell. With a shared look of disappointment, the three of them turned and left the chaotic classroom. They had barely taken two steps when a tall, stern witch came striding towards them, her robes billowing with purpose.

"P-Professor McGonagall, hello," Harry stammered, a wave of guilt washing over him.

But Professor McGonagall swept past them without a glance, her sights set on the classroom door.

"This is the most disorderly class in the entire castle!" she thundered, her voice cutting through the noise like a whip. "I could hear you from halfway across the grounds! And it's you two again! The Weasleys! Caught by Mr. Filch wandering the castle last night, and now you have the audacity to lead this... this circus!"

"You are, without a doubt, the worst class I have ever had the misfortune of teaching!"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood frozen outside the door, listening to the tirade with a mixture of terror and sympathy. At the same time, Harry and Ron shared a look of secret relief. At least their year wasn't the worst in McGonagall's eyes.

"So, who do we go to now?" Hermione whispered, breaking the silence. "Dumbledore is gone, Professor Dracula is gone... I'm certain now. Quirrell is going for the Stone today."

She and Ron both looked at Harry. His face had gone pale, but his green eyes were shining with a fierce, determined light.

"Alright," he said, taking a deep breath. "It looks like I have to do what the letter said."

"I'm going to sneak into the forbidden corridor tonight. I'm going to get to the Stone first."

"You're mad!" Ron exclaimed. His shout was loud enough to attract McGonagall's attention, and the scolding from inside the classroom momentarily ceased. Ron slapped a hand over his mouth.

Harry and Hermione grabbed him and dragged him away, down the marble staircase and into the relative quiet of the entrance hall.

"Harry, you can't!" Hermione said, her voice shaking with worry. "Those protections are there for a reason! You're just a first-year! It's too dangerous!"

"Hermione's right!" Ron pleaded. "Quirrell might already be down there! Are you just going to walk in and hand yourself over to him?"

"So what if I do?" Harry shot back, his voice thick with emotion. "Don't you understand? If Quirrell gets the Stone, Voldemort comes back! Do you have any idea what it was like when he was in power?"

"If he comes back, Hogwarts is finished! He'll either burn it to the ground or turn it into a school for the Dark Arts! And do you really think he'll spare you? Or your families?"

"If he's resurrected, all I can do is wait for him to find me. I will never join him! I have to go through that trapdoor tonight. Nothing you say will stop me! Voldemort killed my parents, remember?"

He finished his impassioned speech breathless, his eyes blazing as he glared at them.

"You're right, Harry," Hermione whispered, her voice barely audible.

"Don't worry," Harry said, his voice softening. "I'll use the Invisibility Cloak. Maybe I can get past Quirrell without him even knowing I'm there."

"But will the cloak be big enough to cover all three of us?" Ron asked suddenly.

"All... all three of us?" Harry stared at him, his eyes wide with surprise.

"Oh, don't be an idiot," Ron said, slinging an arm around Harry's shoulders. "You didn't really think we'd let you go alone, did you?"

"Of course not!" Hermione added, her tone sharp and unwavering. "The very idea! As if we'd let you go off and find the Philosopher's Stone by yourself! I'd better go look through my books. I'm sure I can find something useful..."

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