Hot For Teacher
Prologue
Headmaster,
I have heard that Hogwarts is seeking a new D.A.D.A. professor. As you well know, sir, I am more than qualified in the field of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Should you consider my resume, which is attached to this letter, I can assure that I can be there as early as you need me. Thank you for the consideration,
Sincerely,
Genevieve LaMorte
Dumbledore set the parchment down on the table, looking up to see the shocked faces of his staff looking back at him.
"I don't think I need to read her resume, since we all know what a good student, Miss LaMorte was." He said calmly. Minerva coughed into her hand politely.
"Albus," she began, but paused. Albus knew what she was going to say, but he waited for her to voice the thoughts of everyone in the room.
"She's a Death Eater!" exclaimed Professor Sprout, "We can't have a Death Eater teaching our children!"
"She was a Death Eater, Pomona," Albus said, "Everyone makes mistakes."
"You don't know that," said Flitwick. Albus bowed his head in acknowledgment.
"Very true," he conceded, "but why would she try to gain entry as a teacher here, when we all know that she is, in fact, a Death Eater? It wouldn't make any sense."
"She isn't a Death Eater." Everyone turned when they heard the voice from beside the fireplace. No one argued against Snape's statement. Should anyone know, it would be him.
"Are you going to accept her, Albus?" Minerva asked, breaking the silence.
"We haven't had any other applicants," Albus said, leaving the rest of the statement unsaid.
"Oi remember lil' Geni," Hagrid stated out of the blue, "was one o' tha best students we 'ad." This statement brought smiles to most of the older professor's faces. They did, in fact, remember Genevieve LaMorte as the top female student of her House.
"Then it's settled," Albus said, plucking the letter up as he stood. As soon as he left, the room, once again, erupted into murmurs. A Death Eater was to be hired for a teaching position at Hogwarts.