Granted, this chapter is short, but so will the rest. Hang with me. If anyone likes Bones/Castle I've got some stories on them. Enjoy the wondrous world of Aleckai. -Anya
TOTAL COMPLETE FOREVER DISCLAIMER:
I hold no right to Harry Potter and the Wizarding World. Aleckai and her backstory are completely of my own invention, and any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. If I own HP Sirius would not be dead okay._
Chapter One: You Want Me To Do What Now?
Aleckai's PoV
I just about pissed myself when Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, walked through my fireplace.
"God damnit, Professor!" I curse, wand gripped tightly in my fist.
"My apologies, Aleckai. But I am in need of your intelligence." Dumbledore informs me.
"Oh yay." I sigh. "Tea?"
I wave my wand, and the teapot on the table pours itself and offers a cup to my old professor.
"Why thank you." Dumbledore smiles.
"So what brings you to my lonely, albeit lovely, corner of Ireland?" I ask, sliding the books on the coffee table back onto my multitude of bookshelves.
"I have a proposition for you." Dumbledore says.
"So it seems." I sigh, picking up a stack.
"A teacher recently retired. I would like you to take over." He deadpans.
I drop the stack of books. "You want me to what now?" I gasp.
"A teaching spot, Aleckai. Please." My old professor asks.
"Oh, please be potions!" I beg, clasping my hands. "Pleaseohpleaseohplease!"
"History Of Magic, my dear."
"Eh." I shrug. "Not as bad as Muggle Studies or Divination. By Merlin's beard i hope i never have to sit in another one of their classes ever again."
I wave my wand, muttering, "Locomotor books, Huiusmodi." My books fly off the floor, sorting themselves on the shelves.
"So do you except?" Dumbledore asks me, peering over his half-moon spectacles.
"I guess. So when should I be at the castle?" I run a hand over my face.
"Anytime is alright." Dumbledore informs me.
"Then tomorrrow."
Dumbledore nodds. "Then I'll see you then." He pulls a bag of powder out of his robe, and flings it into my fire place.
"Hogwarts, Headmaster's office!" He calls out, and disappears in a flourish.
"Well then. History of Magic." I laugh a little. "A boring topic."
Oh, will I have fun this year.