Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, I don't believe in slavery. :P
Also, my typing may get a little screwed, since my keyboard's screwed, so deal with it until I get a new one, k? I'll try to make it readable, though.
Also, I made this story with the editing help of mydear friend Amber, she read it over for me to make sure the punctuation, and grammer were correct. Thanks Amber!
Anyway, on with it.
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Summary:
Harry goes back to Hogwarts for his seventh year, as in this universe (See Also: Angel's Theory of Parallel Universes), the Weasly's have persuaded him he could do with the extra knowledge. This story will deal with mainly the DADA class and mysterious teacher. Other classes will be used if I need them.
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Harry, Ron and Hermione were sitting on the hogwarts express after a teary-eyed departure from the Weasleys, the Grangers, and even Aunt Petunia, who, as she said, owed it to Dumbeldore to see Harry one last time before he died. Not exactly the most encouraging words she could have said to Harry, but it was still more than he expected.
Golden light was streaming in through the windows, as the sun was setting in the vast horizon. Ron was asleep, and Hermione was busy studying. They had been made Head Boy and Head Girl, respectively. Harry was originally chosen to be Head Boy, but turned it down so he would have more time to study.
In contrast, however, he was knee-deep in the first issue of Broomsticks Annual, a new magazine published exclusively for Quidditch players. As he was reading an article about Kunoichi Sakura, Japan's 1st chair seeker, he heard a knock on the door of the compartment, and then the sound of the door sliding open.
"Harry, Hermione," it was Neville Longbottom, now a close friend of Harry's after what had happened two years ago. "there's a new DADA teacher, and he's really weird looking. he's in the back of the train, Luna and I went there to try and find some empty seats, and we saw him. We tried to ask him why he wasn't in the teacher's car, but he didn't say. We're going back there if you want to come and see him."
"How do you know he's the Defense teacher?" Harry asked, looking at Neville quizically.
"Because that's the only position left, isn't it?" Hermione said, looking up from her book.
"Right, sorry..." Harry replied, looking towards Ron, "Better wake him up, then..."
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Two minutes or so later, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville were making their way to the back of the train. As they passed by one car, Harry and the others could hear quiet sobbing coming from a compartment, but when they looked into it, whoever it was had their back to them, so they couldn't see her face. All they could see was her long black hair, and two twin red earrings.
"Wonder what that's about," Ron said, looking at her strangely.
They continued on to the back without any incident, and slid into a compartment already occupied by Luna. She was sitting, if you could call it that, upside down, her hair dangling over the edge of the seat, and spilling out onto the floor. She was already changed into her robes, and seemed to be reading a thick, leatherbound book with a strange circle on it.
"Hello..." she said to them, "I kept the seats for you..." She sounded as if her breath was leaving her far too quickly, which, by her position, it probably was. As the others sat down, harry closed the door and asked, "So, where's this new professor, and what kinda book is that, Luna?" he pointed at the book, which he now saw was very old, judging by the fact that the leather was cracking, the title was faded, and the pages were a stark, decayed yellow. As he closed the door, he could smell a faint, musty scent fill the room.
"I don't know..." She said, dreamily, "I can't understand it... but he gave it to me..." She pointed over at a cabin which had seemed to be empty to Harry and the others.
"Oh, could I see it?" Hermione asked, as she stretched across the seats and took the book from Luna.
Harry, meanwhile, had already opened the door and was heading across to the other cabin. he knocked on it softly.
"What do you want?" A voice asked, a little harshly.
The voice sounded kind of young, especially for a teacher. But it also sounded like it was used to speaking obscene, cruel and horrible things. it was darkened by a tint of sadness that tried desperatley to be inconspicuos, but failed horribly, as if this man had seen and commited all the sins of man without a choice.
Harry was a little side-tracked by the voice, it seemd, as it came thundering out again.
"Hurry up! What d'ya want?" the voice shouted, angrily, all traces of sadness gone, and replaced with impatience. "Never mind, just come in!"
Ron and Hermione had heard the yelling and had come to join Harry while Luna and Neville remained in their seats, chatting amicably, seemingly oblivious to the exitement. Harry looked at Ron and then Hermione, as he reached out for the door handle...
BAM!
The door opened and a young man stepped out, with a sour expression on his face. Said face was wreathed in dark, raven-coloured hair that fell down the sides of his head, and was pulled into a ponytail in the back. He was dressed in black pants and shirt, and over them wore a black jacket which was open, save for a clasp at the top, and a red coat, which came down low to the ground, near his black boots, and covered his arms, ending near his white gloves. A brown belt was cinched around his waist, and attached to it was what appeared to be the chain to a silver pocket watch, as it led to his pocket. Harry looked him over more closely in the time it took for the man to catch his breath from all of his screaming, and saw three things that stood out to him as odd. The first two were his golden eyes, a colour he had never seen before, and what appeared to be a small metal plate just poking out above his shirt, on his right side. the other was much more noticible...
"Bloody, hell! You're short!" Ron shouted, before anyone could stop him.
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SMALL YOU CAN'T EVEN SEE HIM WITH THE WORLD'S MOST POWERFUL MICROSCOPE!" The little man screamed, lunging right into the face of Ronald Weasley. When he finished, harry couldn't tell who was redder; Ron with his fear or the man with his anger. Ron was several feet taller than him, and so it would have been comical, if not for the fire in the small one's eyes.
"I... I Didn't say all that much..." Ron stuttered, weakly.
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So, yeah, That's the first chapter. i don't know how long it is pagewise, since I;'m using notepad, but if it's too short, which i think it is, I'm sorry. I'll use this too see how much longer I should make each chapter. Anyway, R&R! I don't want flames, but Constructive Critisism is asked for.