And so the thunder rolls. by Eru Rhoss Blocher
Chapter One: The New Teacher
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter characters, books, merchandise,
copyrights, stock, or anything else in such a manner. I also do not
own any of the Dragon Lance characters, books (unless you count that I
bought copies of DLChronicles...), merchandise, copyrights, etc. I
wish desperately that I did own Raistlin Majere, as he is only the
coolest character ever, but unfortunately I don't... yet... but that
could change... seriously anything is possible... possible slash in
later chapters, but as yet is it clean... possible HPesque characters
that will be of my own creation and that I will own. muahahaha You
can't have everyone Rowling! Hrmm.... anyway on with the story... so
far it is PG.
Lightening streaked across the sky, torrential rain flowed freely from the dark cloud, and booming thunder rolled above the land. A lone castle, surrounded by a dark forest and many strong enchantments, sat upon a high hill. Only a few lights shone within the castle, offering a promise of warmth and a dry bed to a single, frail, black robed figured slowly making his way up to the castle. Near the edge of the forest, far across the grounds, stood a hut with brilliant light spreading from its windows. As the black robed man shuffled past, leaning heavily on a thick staff, a dog started barking like hell had come for it from within the bright cottage. The door swung open, silhouetting a huge, giant of a man against the bright firelight. "Ho there!" he howled, sounding much like his dog. "You must be the new teacher, Professor Majere." The hood of the black robed man turned to gaze at the giant that had accosted him with words. A tight sneer formed upon the thin lips as he gazed at the man who was almost seven times his size. "Yes," Majere hissed his voice like a whip, demanding fear. "I am Raistlin Majere, and you are?" The big man gulped slightly. "Name's Hagrid. I teach Care of Magical Creatures here. I'm sure you'll enjoy it here, too though. Dumbledore's a great man, a great man." Raistlin sneered again, his strange eyes flashing. "Well I'll-ah-be letting you be on your way now, Professor." Raistlin nodded slightly, and ignoring the big man continued through the rain toward the castle. He moved very slowly, his sodden black velvet robes clinging to his thin limbs and impeding upon his gait. He leaned upon the staff as if it was all that held him up, as he climbed the many slick stairs to the castle's front doors. Atop the stairs stood a tall man in warm purple robes with silver moons and stars upon them. His half-moon glasses glittered as they perched upon the end of his nose, and his slivery-white beard was tucked into his belt to keep it from flying in the wind. "Ah, you must be Raistlin Majere." He clucked cheerily, clapping his hand together. Raistlin looked up at the man darkly. "Well it is a pleasure to welcome you to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am so glad you were able to get here safely." Raistlin inclined his head slightly; the motion almost lost in his soaked black hood. "I am sure the faculty will make you feel welcome. Now I'll show you to your chambers." The man in purple turned and led Raistlin through the castle. After about twenty minutes of seemingly pointless wandering through moving stairways and by snoring portraits, the two men came to a slow halt. The man in purple waved Raistlin into the first of three rooms. "This will be your office, the room beyond is your bed chambers, and the third room is your bathroom. If there is anything you need, ring the bell beside your bed and the house elves will aid you. If you need me, I will be in my office. It is behind the gargoyle statue I showed you on the way here. The password is SugarQuills." Raistlin bowed low. "Thank you, Albus." He muttered. "I am sure I will have everything I need." Albus returned the bow and turning left. Raistlin's eyes scoured the room that would be his office. It will have to do. He thought ruefully to himself. Turning he entered a grandiose apartment with a four-poster bed covered with many thick quilts and a nightstand. Upon the nightstand sat a small silver bell with a silver tongue. Raistlin leaned his staff with its disembodied dragon's claw clutching a bright crystal against the wall. Wandering into the large bath, Raistlin decided a bath and change of robes would do him some good. He coughed violently, doubling over. Wiping blood from his lips with his bloodstained handkerchief, he reached over and grasped the small bell. The tiny tinkling of silver on silver lingered through the air. A small, dark- skinned creature scuttled into the room. It had long, slightly drooping ears, big, watery eyes, a bulbous nose, and an old pillow sack as its only clothing. "Are you a---house elf?" Raistlin inquired of the creature, mildly amazed. "Oh yes sir. I is. How can I help you sir?" It squeaked shrilly. Raistlin quirked his eyebrow in very slight amusement. What the elves of Krynn would think if they saw this thing being referred to as an elf at all. "Fill the tub with hot water, and bring me a cup of boiling water." The house elf bowed lowly, and scuttled off only too happily to do as the black mage had commanded him. Taking a dry robe from his bag, Raistlin removed his hood. For the first time, since he had arrived on this planet, light fell full on his face, making his metallic-tinted gold skin glitter fitfully. Picking out an ebony hairbrush with his molten gold eyes, he began to brush out the sodden tangles of his long snowy hair. Soon the house elf returned with a cup of steaming water. Placing this on the nightstand, the house elf turned to gaze at Raistlin and inform him that the bath water was drawn, but instead the poor little thing fell over its words as it was caught in the gold eyes and hourglass pupils of the terrifying young mage. "Yes?" Raistlin snapped irritably after several moments had passed. "Oh. um. there is your cup s-s- sir, and the bath water is in the tub." The house elf murmured. "Good. Now leave." Majere glared after the small figure, distinctly reminded of a gully dwarf. Turning from the retreating figure, Raistlin pulled some mixed herbs out of a pouch and poured them into the cup. A coughing fit racked his frail body once more. Carrying the tea with him, he made his way to the bathroom. Shrugging off his sodden black robes, he sunk into the hot water with a deep sigh of relief. A grimace touched the thin, golden lips as Raistlin sipped this tea to ease his coughing fits. He felt a slight tingling over his body as the stiffness in his joints was soothed away by the hot water. Finishing his tea with a pulled face, the thin golden-skinned man reached for a bar of soap. Lavender, he though smelling it delicately. He then proceeded to lather up the soap and vigorously clean his last encounter with the gods of his world and his since-journeys from his skin. Thinking back on the rendezvous, he cursed softly under his breath, his hourglass pupil surrounded by their pools of molten gold lifting to the window. The rain that had seeped through his thick black robes had ceased since he had entered this building, and now the wind that had whipped about him so was blowing the clouds into fine, see-through shreds. Raistlin's eyes were drawn to one grouping of stars in particular. It was a cluster of three constellations that Raistlin knew well, but that appeared very distant and unconcerned with this particular planet. A rueful sneer crossed Raistlin's lips as he gazed upon the stars. Wonderful irony, sending me here to teach these brats Defense against Dark Arts, when I am the worst thing they will ever encounter on any planet. He silently commented to the stars. I am sure you are laughing at this situation right now fore I owe humanity nothing. I owe you even less than I owe them! Well perhaps, Raistlin mused in silence. Perhaps, you will owe me something after this. After all, I already saved Krynn from Takhisis, Goddess of Darkness, and reopened The Tower of High Sorcery at Palanthas. That should be enough, but no! Now I must teach these brats Defense against Dark Arts as a cover for this foolhardy, simpleton's mission you have sent me on! I am sure you will owe me much after this. the least of all will not be a long deserved rest from the constant bickering of the worlds. all of them! Raistlin fumed on to the constellations for a long while as he cleaned the filth and cold from his body. When he finally got out of the bath water and pulled on his warm, dry, velvet black robes from his bag, the water was a murky brown-mud color. Raistlin returned to his room and rang the small silver bell once more. Before the house elf had a chance to speak though, he waved it into the bathroom. "Clean out that water and make sure I am not disturbed tonight. no matter what it is." The poor elf bowed dejectedly and scurried about its work silently, so as not to anger the mage. Though only thirty-two, the young mage had an aura of power that even a house elf could sense. Raistlin lay down on the large, soft bed, letting the thick comfy quilts engulf him in warmth. At least, it will be comfortable here. Raistlin thought bitterly, as his eyelids fluttered slowly over his gold eyes, closing on his hourglass pupils, and giving him his well-deserved night's rest.
Lightening streaked across the sky, torrential rain flowed freely from the dark cloud, and booming thunder rolled above the land. A lone castle, surrounded by a dark forest and many strong enchantments, sat upon a high hill. Only a few lights shone within the castle, offering a promise of warmth and a dry bed to a single, frail, black robed figured slowly making his way up to the castle. Near the edge of the forest, far across the grounds, stood a hut with brilliant light spreading from its windows. As the black robed man shuffled past, leaning heavily on a thick staff, a dog started barking like hell had come for it from within the bright cottage. The door swung open, silhouetting a huge, giant of a man against the bright firelight. "Ho there!" he howled, sounding much like his dog. "You must be the new teacher, Professor Majere." The hood of the black robed man turned to gaze at the giant that had accosted him with words. A tight sneer formed upon the thin lips as he gazed at the man who was almost seven times his size. "Yes," Majere hissed his voice like a whip, demanding fear. "I am Raistlin Majere, and you are?" The big man gulped slightly. "Name's Hagrid. I teach Care of Magical Creatures here. I'm sure you'll enjoy it here, too though. Dumbledore's a great man, a great man." Raistlin sneered again, his strange eyes flashing. "Well I'll-ah-be letting you be on your way now, Professor." Raistlin nodded slightly, and ignoring the big man continued through the rain toward the castle. He moved very slowly, his sodden black velvet robes clinging to his thin limbs and impeding upon his gait. He leaned upon the staff as if it was all that held him up, as he climbed the many slick stairs to the castle's front doors. Atop the stairs stood a tall man in warm purple robes with silver moons and stars upon them. His half-moon glasses glittered as they perched upon the end of his nose, and his slivery-white beard was tucked into his belt to keep it from flying in the wind. "Ah, you must be Raistlin Majere." He clucked cheerily, clapping his hand together. Raistlin looked up at the man darkly. "Well it is a pleasure to welcome you to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am so glad you were able to get here safely." Raistlin inclined his head slightly; the motion almost lost in his soaked black hood. "I am sure the faculty will make you feel welcome. Now I'll show you to your chambers." The man in purple turned and led Raistlin through the castle. After about twenty minutes of seemingly pointless wandering through moving stairways and by snoring portraits, the two men came to a slow halt. The man in purple waved Raistlin into the first of three rooms. "This will be your office, the room beyond is your bed chambers, and the third room is your bathroom. If there is anything you need, ring the bell beside your bed and the house elves will aid you. If you need me, I will be in my office. It is behind the gargoyle statue I showed you on the way here. The password is SugarQuills." Raistlin bowed low. "Thank you, Albus." He muttered. "I am sure I will have everything I need." Albus returned the bow and turning left. Raistlin's eyes scoured the room that would be his office. It will have to do. He thought ruefully to himself. Turning he entered a grandiose apartment with a four-poster bed covered with many thick quilts and a nightstand. Upon the nightstand sat a small silver bell with a silver tongue. Raistlin leaned his staff with its disembodied dragon's claw clutching a bright crystal against the wall. Wandering into the large bath, Raistlin decided a bath and change of robes would do him some good. He coughed violently, doubling over. Wiping blood from his lips with his bloodstained handkerchief, he reached over and grasped the small bell. The tiny tinkling of silver on silver lingered through the air. A small, dark- skinned creature scuttled into the room. It had long, slightly drooping ears, big, watery eyes, a bulbous nose, and an old pillow sack as its only clothing. "Are you a---house elf?" Raistlin inquired of the creature, mildly amazed. "Oh yes sir. I is. How can I help you sir?" It squeaked shrilly. Raistlin quirked his eyebrow in very slight amusement. What the elves of Krynn would think if they saw this thing being referred to as an elf at all. "Fill the tub with hot water, and bring me a cup of boiling water." The house elf bowed lowly, and scuttled off only too happily to do as the black mage had commanded him. Taking a dry robe from his bag, Raistlin removed his hood. For the first time, since he had arrived on this planet, light fell full on his face, making his metallic-tinted gold skin glitter fitfully. Picking out an ebony hairbrush with his molten gold eyes, he began to brush out the sodden tangles of his long snowy hair. Soon the house elf returned with a cup of steaming water. Placing this on the nightstand, the house elf turned to gaze at Raistlin and inform him that the bath water was drawn, but instead the poor little thing fell over its words as it was caught in the gold eyes and hourglass pupils of the terrifying young mage. "Yes?" Raistlin snapped irritably after several moments had passed. "Oh. um. there is your cup s-s- sir, and the bath water is in the tub." The house elf murmured. "Good. Now leave." Majere glared after the small figure, distinctly reminded of a gully dwarf. Turning from the retreating figure, Raistlin pulled some mixed herbs out of a pouch and poured them into the cup. A coughing fit racked his frail body once more. Carrying the tea with him, he made his way to the bathroom. Shrugging off his sodden black robes, he sunk into the hot water with a deep sigh of relief. A grimace touched the thin, golden lips as Raistlin sipped this tea to ease his coughing fits. He felt a slight tingling over his body as the stiffness in his joints was soothed away by the hot water. Finishing his tea with a pulled face, the thin golden-skinned man reached for a bar of soap. Lavender, he though smelling it delicately. He then proceeded to lather up the soap and vigorously clean his last encounter with the gods of his world and his since-journeys from his skin. Thinking back on the rendezvous, he cursed softly under his breath, his hourglass pupil surrounded by their pools of molten gold lifting to the window. The rain that had seeped through his thick black robes had ceased since he had entered this building, and now the wind that had whipped about him so was blowing the clouds into fine, see-through shreds. Raistlin's eyes were drawn to one grouping of stars in particular. It was a cluster of three constellations that Raistlin knew well, but that appeared very distant and unconcerned with this particular planet. A rueful sneer crossed Raistlin's lips as he gazed upon the stars. Wonderful irony, sending me here to teach these brats Defense against Dark Arts, when I am the worst thing they will ever encounter on any planet. He silently commented to the stars. I am sure you are laughing at this situation right now fore I owe humanity nothing. I owe you even less than I owe them! Well perhaps, Raistlin mused in silence. Perhaps, you will owe me something after this. After all, I already saved Krynn from Takhisis, Goddess of Darkness, and reopened The Tower of High Sorcery at Palanthas. That should be enough, but no! Now I must teach these brats Defense against Dark Arts as a cover for this foolhardy, simpleton's mission you have sent me on! I am sure you will owe me much after this. the least of all will not be a long deserved rest from the constant bickering of the worlds. all of them! Raistlin fumed on to the constellations for a long while as he cleaned the filth and cold from his body. When he finally got out of the bath water and pulled on his warm, dry, velvet black robes from his bag, the water was a murky brown-mud color. Raistlin returned to his room and rang the small silver bell once more. Before the house elf had a chance to speak though, he waved it into the bathroom. "Clean out that water and make sure I am not disturbed tonight. no matter what it is." The poor elf bowed dejectedly and scurried about its work silently, so as not to anger the mage. Though only thirty-two, the young mage had an aura of power that even a house elf could sense. Raistlin lay down on the large, soft bed, letting the thick comfy quilts engulf him in warmth. At least, it will be comfortable here. Raistlin thought bitterly, as his eyelids fluttered slowly over his gold eyes, closing on his hourglass pupils, and giving him his well-deserved night's rest.