Darkness Rises.
AN – New chapter of Anyana's life is about to begin…
Moonlight illuminated Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, as Anya Riddle flew across the black late. The moon gave her an eerie glow reflected from the water below her. A sense of coming home washed over her as she gazed upon the familiar building before her, not suprising given the fact she had lived there for 7 years of her life.
Two years away had been enough, she was here as her brother had done before to ask to teach, to come back home as she saw it. She knew in her heart that it was what she was meant to do, her brother off with his own ideas and schemes. No Hogwarts had been the first place she ever felt truly excepted.
Life with Zarian whilst peaceful and affectionate, was in fact a little mundane for her, she craved more knowledge…more prestige than just a ministry officials wife.
Now the only task was to convince Dumbledore, the new Headmaster of Hogwarts and her only obstacle. She recalled the day Tom had returned in a fit of rage declaring his anger at "the old fool" as he called him for failing to employ him as the new Defence against the Dark Arts professor. Alana was not surprised at the refusal not that she was to explain to her volatile brother that she didn't think he had any chance at all of being accepted.
Too young Dumbledore had said as his excuse, but surely that wouldn't be the case with her, after all Slughorn himself had prized her as his protégée in potions. The old professor must be close to retiring age and therefore why wouldn't, his younger and in her opinion better student take over.
It was time for the student to surpass the teacher….