Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or it's characters. I do own, my three OC's, and this particular plot line. Enjoy.

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Harry strode into the train station, pushing his trolley towards the platform, glancing around, then plummeting through the magical wall. As his luggage was dealt with, excepting Hedwig, who he carried with him. Hermione waved him over, standing in the middle of the Weasley clan. Ron grinned at him, as he approached.

"Hey, Harry. Did you see the note included in the letter?" He was referring to the letter from Hogwarts every student received before the beginning of the year. The note rather simply denoted that one house would be receiving a student from abroad, though which exactly was not sure. A special sponsorship by Dumbledor. Harry nodded.

"Well, I just hope whoever it is, doesn't end up in Slytherin." Hermoine sniffed. "And have to deal with Malfoy. I'd rather feel sorry for the person."

"Hopefully, it's not some one who will like Malfoy." Harry commented. The train hissed for them to board, and the conversation halted until they reached the train. Since there was no one they didn't know aboard, apart from the first years towards the end, they couldn't tell who the student was. They settled into a cabin at the end of the train, discussing the summer. About halfway along the ride, the aforementioned Malfoy showed up, between the hulking Crabbe and Goyle.

"Well, well, well. I'm surprise you decided to show your face Potter. I figured you would have heard by now." He smirked at Harry's expression. "Or maybe not, cut off with those awful muggles like you were."

"Heard what Malfoy?" Ron cut off Harry's retort. He recognized the signs that his friends retort would not be something good.

"That the new student, is a Death Eater. One of HIS followers. He's recruiting younger than ever before now. Better watch out, or they might get you." He sneered. A new voice, deeper, and very hard to ignore came up behind him.

"Mr. Draco Malfoy. You've just lost your house fifteen points for unfounded lies. I'll see that Professor snape hears about it as well, in case he sees fit to issue additional punishment. Now, if you do not wish to loose more points, I suggest walking back to your cabin, and not making any detours. I'll be watching carefully." They turned and stared at him.

"Who are you?" Malfoy asked suspisciously.

"I am the new defense against the dark arts teacher. You just lost another fifteen points. Care to try for more?" The voice replied. Malfoy turned and walked away, the two hulking goons following. The teacher stepped forwards, and into the cabin, seeming to fill the entire space with his presence. "Hello, Harry Potter." Five, five, and blonde, the teacher had across his face, a number of deep scars, as well as a seemingly uncontrollable eye twitch. Wrapped in sand colored robes, that appeared to have been made for a king, he didn't project an air of anything beyond friendliness. He held out his hand to Harry who shook it a bit cautiously. "Hermoine Granger." He bowed to her and she inclined her head in return. "Ronald Weasley." He extended his hand to the other boy, who shook it. "I am Professor Sechell. Dorion Sechell. I think that maybe we will get along quite well. After all, Professor Lupin said you three were among his best students."

"You know Professor Lupin?" Ron asked.

"Remus? Oh yes. We met in indonesia, on a hunt for a group of rather nasty vampires. I got these scars on that little fight." He pointed to a trio of parallel lines. "Remus saved my life, twice, I'm not afraid to admit. I hope I get the chance to repay him for the second one." He smiled broadly.

"Did you know my father?" Harry asked. The professor shook his head sadly.

"No, I'm afraid I didn't have anything to do with him, a pity. Remus spoke of him in such glowing tones. Your god father as well. Oh, I'm sorry." He apologized when Harry's face fell. "I forgot about that. My memory is not what it should be." He excused himself, and disappeared down the train. After a few moments, Harry inhaled, then exhaled.

"Better?" Hermoine asked. Harry nodded.

"So, what do you think of him?" Ron asked. Harry sighed.

"I'm not sure." He admitted.