(A/N): Hey Guys! So, this is set after Inheritance and at the start of Harry's sixth year. Basically, Murtagh left to travel and he found Earth. I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the subplot line.
Prologue
Murtagh
I sighed as I stood from the once comfortable chair and made my to open the front door of my house, preparing for a fight seeing as I wasn't expecting any visitors. When I pulled the door open I raised an eyebrow. Standing in the doorway was Minerva Mcgonagall and Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Nearly seventeen years ago I attended the school with the Marauders, James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew. Since then I had been visiting the school for guest lessons, but I hadn't been back for several years.
"Ah, Murtagh, it's good to see you again." Dumbledore said in his hoarse, wispy voice.
"You too sir." I replied, still confused as to why they were here.
"Let's cut to the chase, Murtagh. We need someone to run a joint lesson between Defense Against the Dark Arts and Care of Magical Creatures, the last teacher got murdered last month and we've been looking for a replacement ever since. Will you do it?" I raised an eyebrow and let out a shocked chuckle.
"I haven't taught in years though, are you sure?" Dumbledore and Mcgonagall nodded and I glanced around for a second. "But it's almost time for term to start!" Dumbledore's eye twinkled while Mcgonagall looked grave.
"Yes my boy, it is. I suggest, if you do take the offer of course, that you pack immediately and join the students on the Hogwarts Express tomorrow." I considered it for a second before nodding firmly.
"I'll do it. I'll be there." The two professors nodded to me before turning on their heels and disapparating, leaving me standing alone in the doorway. I closed the door and raced into my bedroom to pack.
After I had stuffed everything I would need into a large suitcase I fell onto my bed, exhausted, before deciding to shower before tomorrow.