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The following Story has been adopted from "whitetigerwolf" My role in this story begins at chapter nine. I accept suggestions and criticism, I have nothing planned for Chapters 10 and afterwards, so any ideas are welcome.

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Chapter 1

Albus Dumbledore pressed the button for the doorbell. He heard the bell chime inside the house. He rather liked the sound. As the door opened, a tall, muscular man stood before Albus Dumbledore. "Headmaster," the man said respectfully, never lowering his brown eyes from the older man in front of him.

"Hadrian, it has been a long time." The headmaster greeted with the kind, warm smile he always gave to those who he encountered. "Twenty seven years if I remember correctly," Hadrian sighed. "Well, come on in." He invited. He had always liked the man.

Dumbledore followed Hadrian in to the house. Hadrian led him into the study. Dumbledore looked around the massive room. Bookshelves lined the walls, with more in the center of the room.

"I must say," Dumbledore mused, "you have quite the library here."

Hadrian looked down. "Yeah, comes from growing up in Hogwarts." He looked back up at the older man. "But where are my manners? Would you like some tea, Coffee, Water?" The man offered. He had always had Dumbledore in good esteem, and was curious as to what he may want coming here, although he was likely here to ask him into the order of the phoenix. He wasn't sure how he felt about that.

"I wouldn't mind one of your famous milkshakes," Dumbledore chuckled "Nymphadora speaks quite highly of them."

Hadrian smiled. "Of course." He said, before calling for his servant. "Jackbolt!" his calling was kinder than most wizards would use while calling a house elf, something Dumbledore found quite pleasing.

The House-elf popped in to the study. He wore a uniform similar to the Hogwarts elves, a green tea towel wrapped around his waist, with a golden H sewn on to it. "You called master?" The elf said in a deep but squeaky voice. "Bring us two milkshakes, please. My recipe" Hadrian asked.

"Of course Master." The elf bowed, and then he popped back out of the room. He popped back a few moments later with two milk shakes ready.

"That will be all Jackbolt." Hadrian told the elf after taking his drink.

"Yes Master." The elf, once again, Popped out of the room.

Dumbledore took a sip of the milkshake, "Hmmm… this is quite good." He praised.

Hadrian smiled as he sipped his own drink. "The secret is to add chocolate syrup, a bit of fudge, some extra vanilla, and whipped cream before mixing. Now, what is it you are here for?" he said leaning back in his chair.

Dumbledore set down his milkshake. "I understand that you are the one who taught Nymphadora how to duel?" He asked kindly.

Hadrian nodded. "Yes. Nymphadora is the only person I have taught since…" he hesitated

"She is a rather skilled duelist. According to Shacklebolt, she is the deadliest Auror in her department." Dumbledore hinted.

"What is this about sir?" Hadrian inquired once again.

"We have a vacancy in or defense post, and I was wondering if you would be kind enough to take it." Dumbledore smiled.

Hadrian frowned as he ran his hand through his hair. He looked at Dumbledore. "If it wasn't for the fact that I owed Andromeda, I never would have taught Nymphadora." He said carefully "even then I haven't taught her everything I know. I will not make that mistake again. But I can't teach."

"Why not, exactly?"

"You know what I am capable of sir. If it wasn't for the fact I respect you, we wouldn't even be having this conversation. You know why I won't teach."

Dumbledore nodded. "Yes, but I am not asking you to teach all my students how to fight as well as you and young Tonks. As for your other reason, surely you can put aside your hatred In front of the students?"

Hadrian sighed. "You said you weren't asking me to teach ALL of your students?"

The headmaster smiled. "I was wondering if you caught that. Nymphadora suggested that you teach Harry Potter how to duel. Especially since Voldemort seems to keep going after him.

"Nymphadora, This was all her idea, wasn't it?" Dumbledore just smiled.

"Fine I'll do it on five conditions." The man answered "They are?"

"I teach my way, no interference from you, or any of the other staff. I go by Professor Hadrian, no mention of my surname. I answer only to you, the headmaster. Potter has to pass my test before I teach him. And Nymphadora agrees to be my assistant."

"I can agree to those terms." Dumbledore smiled as he finished his milkshake. He stood and looked at Hadrian. "I expect you to be on time for the start of term feast."

"I'll be there" Hadrian stated calmly.

"Then I shall bid you farewell until then." With those words the headmaster walked out of the house.

Hadrian smiled to himself. "Never said I would be there on time though, got to make a lasting impression after all." He muttered to himself.

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"YOU DID WHAT?" Tonks screamed at the headmaster.

"It was the only way he would agree." Dumbledore explained to the very irate Tonks. "As it was your idea, I figured it was only fair."

"Don't get me wrong," Tonks began. "I love Uncle Hadrian to death, and would love working with him. But teaching? I suggest he teach harry, not the whole bloody school!"

"Tonks, it was either the whole school, or no one. We can't afford for Harry to be leaving the grounds unnecessarily. And he would have to if Hadrian were to teach him alone. As staff, it can be passed off as simply tutoring."

Tonks sighed, "Fine, I'll put my notice in at the ministry."

"Thank you Tonks."

"Does McGonagall know you've hired him?"

Dumbledore sighed. "No. I must admit I am afraid of how she will react. They haven't spoken since Hadrian Graduated."

"You think she'll be angry?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "No. but she may try to earn his forgiveness. I don't think she ever fully realized the impact her behavior had on Hadrian in school or that it would embitter him towards her so much."

"Do you think he'll ever forgive her?" Tonks worried her lip.

"We can only hope. It would make this school year so much better."