My first Harry Potter fic. Yay! Sorry if it's crap.
His trunk closed with a bang. Another year of Hogwarts came to an end and finally the summer could be enjoyed feverishly. But no one felt happier than the Defence of The Dark Arts Teacher, Professor Hollow. Not that the year was finally over, but the fact that he stood there in his office, in his long deep purple robes, his long chestnut hair hanging off his shiny bald head, his nervous eyes quivering. Standing there, alive and healthy with his job intact. For years, past professors in this profession had been cursed, to lose their job in a year, by death, memory loss, resignation for being a werewolf, for being an impostor, for violating education and death, again. But nothing happened to Hollow. He felt a sudden rush of joy through him, he breathed in the scent of tea surrounding his office.
"I did it." he whispered, enchanted.
He jumped up, punching his fists in the air and hair swinging flamboyantly.
"Yes, I did it! I'm still here!"
He ran out of his office and skipped through halls, heads of students turning, eyes of students rolling. McGonagall raised her eyebrows as he swept past her.
"I'm still alive don't you see? The curse of Defence Against The Dark Arts has been lifted. I'm here to stay!"
He pushed opened the entrance doors and continued skipping down the pathway. He beamed at the people he passed, dancing merrily. In the short tunnel, a couple of Slytherins were gathered and they saw the professor approaching.
"Oh, that crazy guy is coming. He's a right muppet that one." one of them sneered.
A younger one of them snickered. The professor got closer to them, and the young Slytherin held out his foot. Hollow of course didn't realize, as his foot encountered it, and he was hurtling towards the floor, yelling regretfully, and landed. The cold hard floor met his unfortunate bald head. He groaned in pain and passed out.
*
In the hospital wing, Hollow opened his eyes slowly, felt the bandage on his head. A mirror was beside him, he picked it up, looked at his head. The red liquid widened his eyes.
"I'm cursed! I'm cursed! It finally happened. My misfortune. I quit! I quit!" he screeched.
Madam Pomfrey heard all the commotion, and strutted with annoyance towards the distressed professor.
"Professor! What on earth are you bumbling about?" she demanded.
"The curse! The Defence Against the Dark Arts curse. Every year, they have been driven away by something. This is it! Look what happened to me!"
"You tripped."
"Oh no, oh no. I was pushed. The dark wizards are still among us. They're after me. I have something they want. But I have nothing. What do they want, my teapots!?"
Madam Pomfrey shook her head and glared at the professor with pity. Hollow looked around the room, twitching.
"The one Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher that stays with us, oh aren't we lucky!"