Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonlance nor Harry potter. Ok happy now?
This is my first piece of fanfiction, and therefore it properly sux pretty much, but even then i will be happy to hear what you people think about it. And yes i know a lot of people don't like crossovers, but i do, so deal with it, ok?
My english, properly isn't the best in the world, considering that i am danish... oh well on with the story.
Harry was sitting exhausted after the long journey, by train, to Hogwarts. He was sitting together with Ron and Hermione, as usual. They were eating the splendid food of Hogwarts, while they were talking.
The conversation quickly turned to who the next DADA teacher would be. Could Lupin come back? Or Dunder, or had Snape finally gotten the job? "I certainly don´t hope so", Ron said with a frightened face. "There is of course also the possibility of an entirely new teacher" Hermione said. "Well then I hope he is better than Umbridge", Harry said jokingly. "whoever he is, he is taking his damn time, coming here" Ron said looking at the teacher´s table whith one seat still empty, and no new faces showing.
At last Dumbledore rose to begin his speech. It was all the usual stuff until the end were he came with the more important parts for this year. "As you all know, Voldemort has now, officially too, been brought back to life, and training your magic skills is more important than ever. Especially defence against the dark arts has become important. It is therefore with pride that I present our new teacher: Raistlin Majere."
The door to the great hall opened, and in came a man hooded in a dark robe. He walked slowly, supporting himself with a staff, which ended in a claw holding a crystal. Suddenly people began screaming: "A death eater, do something!" "easy, easy now" Dumbledore said, "this is the teacher I was talking about" Harry looked at the new teacher, thinking that he was an old man, be course of the way he supported himself to his staff. At last the hooded man made it to the table then turned around facing the students.
He took of his hood. Suddenly the entire room became silent, when they saw the man beneath the hood, It was a young man only around 30 (as far as Harry could see) but his hair was already white, and his skin was strangely golden. But his Eyes, that was the most startling thing about him, they were golden too, and shaped like hourglasses, and seemed to be able to see everything, right in to the very soul of your being. Then he spoke, no more than a whisper, but still everyone heard him clearly, and all conversations about his looks died away immidiatly. "I have, not quiet according to my plans I might add, been given the doubtful honour of being your teacher this year…" He said sitting down on his chair, clearly relieved to sit down.
Dumbledore smiled and said, "as I said, this is our new teacher give him a warm welcome". A few began to applause half-heartedly, but quickly stopped, this stranger, Raistlin, wasn´t exactly what people expected, and didn´t look too friendly… Besides Harry didn´t like the arrogant and sarcastic look which this Raistlin saw upon everyone with, even Dumbledore.
Later Dumbledore, Snape and McGonagall discussed the new teacher. "I don´t trust him, Dumbledore, didn´t you see how he looked upon us? McGonagall said. "But dear Minerva, I didn´t have a choice, noone volunteered, except for him, in the last moment, and there is no question that his magic skills is great" said Dumbledore.
"But still you can not doubt the fact that it is very strange how such a powerful sorcerer just suddenly appeared, ready to take the job" Snape said, "are you sure he isn´t a death eater?" "To all our accords there are none like him, among Voldemort's ranks, and besides we have no choice, but still, Snape and Minerva keep an eye on him"
Raistlin sat in his room thinking about the mess he had gotten himself into. Of course he was already planning his way out of this world for thus was his mind never resting, but he still hadn´t figured out a way. Damn that kender, his thick-headed oaf of a brother and most of all his own foolishness...
Just after the end of "war of twins" where the timetraveling magic interferes with Raistlin´s opening of the portal to the Abyss:
Raistlin could feel the sorcerous storms of magic raging around him,there were now beyond his control, and he could only hope to survive this. But he new all too well which fate awaited him, the same as Fistandantilus, and was, in his mind already preparing for the same. But yet, he still fought on, the pillar of strength Par-Salian had sensed within him not diminishing. This was as much a battle of will as one of magic.
He could still see Crysania´s white robes in front of him, and knew that she was still alive, and so his chances of success that much higher. At last he saw what could be his salvation, a vast opening in the stormy clouds of sorcery, it definitely had to lead into the Abyss, so he concentrated his mind on getting there, seeing Crysania flowing the same way. As soon as he entered the portal a many-faceted light blinded him and he was soon unconscious, his last memory of being magically pulled through something...
When he awakened he found himself lieing among a lot of trees. "this certainly is disappointing for being the infamous Abyss..." he thought while sitting up. To his annoyance it seemed like he had gotten his old body back, but that was of coarse a small prise to pay for success, considering what Fistandantilus had payed for failure.
Raistlin looked around, hoping to find Crysania, and adding to his bad luck she was nowhere to be seen. "pity... now it will be a harder battle, but i guess i can manage, even without her," the mage thought to himself.
He send out a sensing spell, and to his big surprise, he felt no gods, nor any demonic appirations. But he did feel a lot of mages, although there form of power had a different "flavour" to it then anything he had ever felt.
"Where in the world am i?" he began to wonder after slowly piecing together that this couldn't be the Abbys. He sat down and began to think. "It had all gone as planned, until that damned timetravelling-mechanism interfered with his magic. What happened after that was a like a blur in his mind, but he remembered something about going through a portal...
Was it really possible that the chaos of magic the interference had brought, was enough to make the magic so unpredictable that it could send him to an entirely different world? The possibility was not unlikely, he had to admit, and under the current circumstances it seemed the most likely...
Ok that was the first chapter, if anyone even remotely likes this i will continue, and if you don't
i properly will anyway, so you are warned.
Next chapter will be the end of Raistlin's story and the start of his teaching... (those poor students...)