- "Dumbledore finally asked me to be a professor at Hogwarts. Well... Not yet, but I am sure he will. And what a perfect timing….", said Mr. De Vil with a slightly evil smile upon his face. He just couldn`t believe his luck. Sure, he is thirty years old, but living under his sisters shadow had never been pleasurable.

-" Fortunatley, she got caught. Oh, that woman and her stupid dalmatians. People used to admire her, and for what? For stupid coats of lesser creatures. It sickens me even now…"

He stood up and started walking around perfectly modern apartment. Everything around him was either black or white. Not only it reminded him of his older sister, but of his parents as well. His parents were both designers but they had always appreciated that classic "black and white" look.

-" I guess I appreciate it too…"

With sadness in his deep blue eyes, Mr. De Vil remembered the day he got that magnificent Hogwarts letter, the day he found out that he will be a wizard. His smile spoke for himself, for the happines in him could not be bigger. Of course, that did not last for long because Cruella was very angry. She never got hers so she took his letter and ripped it to pieces. He was devastated and very angry. Later that day, he killed her precious dalmatian. They just had that kind of a relationship.

It made him think for a moment, but soon Mr. De Vil shook his head in an attempt to forget everything. He realised he doesn`t need that in his life anymore.

-" It is my time now. After everything, I can finally prove that I am the genius one in the family. Everyone will look at me with respect and fear for I will move boundaries"

Standing in front of a big mirror, he repeated those words to himself once more, looking at the reflection. Mr. De Vil had very firm facial features. His black and white hair stood out even more because of the paleness of his skin. He wore black vest and the tie of the same color while the dress shirt was heavenly white and so was the coat. Gloves had to be red, so they match with the inner part of the coat.

Now, only one thing was left to do.

-" Mr. Potter. Hmm… It`s so nice to meet you."

After saying that he looked distressed. It was not the kind of greating he wanted to give that boy. Walking back and fourth, he started to think out loud.

-" Ok, think. It is his third year. I will be his teacher. There will be dementors all over the place. Naturally, the boy will be scared. And that is just…. Perfect! I need to look more powerful… Yes, let`s try again"

This time, he looked extremely serious.

-" Mr. Potter…"

He just stood there looking at himself after only saying the his name and realised that it shoud be enough. It is very distant, but just what he was going for.

With a smile on his face, Mr. De Vil looked at the horror on his face could not be bigger.

-" Shit, I`ll be late for the train"

He took his belongings and quickly ran out of the apartment.

And that was all the preparation he has done for his new role as a Hogwarts teacher.