Note: I do not own the Dresden Files, nor do I own Harry Potter, as both of those go to their respective owners J.K Rowling and Jim Butcher. This is a work of fiction and if you couldn't tell, this will be an AU fic.

CHAPTER 1: Obligations

When can I ever get a goddamned break?
It should've just been a routine day as usual. Feed the faeries with pizza, help Murphy with a couple of cases, reprimand my brother for sleeping with another girl, the usual stuff.

But what really set me off, was the letter.
No one in their right mind just walks into a Wizard's well fortified household, drops a letter, and leaves, but here it was, a nicely folded letter with a bright red stamp on the center, and the crest of some school on the top right.

I opened up the envelope to read what exactly was inside.

Mr. Harry Dresden,

Due in part to many recent events, and the opening of the position, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is pleased to offer you the job of Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, at the recommendation of both Albus Dumbledore and Ebenezer McCoy. We will give you two weeks to reply, and we would like to wish you a good day.

-Severus Snape

I sighed.

"Dammit, what did you get me into now, Ebenezer?"

My car's not really that good in shape. It's a Blue beetle with a lot of added colors. Don't ask me, you can ask the Tree Monster that smashed up most of it.
But nonetheless, it's a reliable car that's able to get me and Mouse, my dog, up and around to places.
Eventually, I got onto a country road, and found myself looking at an old rickety house with a cornfield around it.
I got to the front of the house, and stepped out.

"Stay here Mouse, I'll be out shortly. Ok?"

Mouse nodded his head. He's a really smart and loyal dog, and I'm glad he decided to stick around for the time given.
Anyways, I had an old friend I had to visit. I knocked on the door, and out stepped an older looking man with a long white beard, balding, and he was wearing goddamned pink slippers.

"Ah, Dresden, I see you got the letter safely then."

I groaned.

"McCoy, what's this about."

Ebenezer laughed, turning around and started heading in.

"Come, join me in here, we'll talk after I get some Coffee."

After he retrieved his coffee, and we sat on the couches in his living room, I asked him. And though he was vague, he answered.

"You need experience with teaching Dresden. Every Wizard gets to a point where they can no longer learn, and must teach newer generations."

I sigh in disbelief.

"So, you're sending me to England for a year, so that I can teach a bunch of English preps about the our magic and laws... that's great and all, but I still have a job I have to keep up with too."

Ebenezer grinned.

"Not just that, but there's also a war. And I want you to at least help the good guys win that."

I scratched my head.

"Don't we already have a war going on with the Red Court that I need to handle also?"

Hoss nodded.

"While that's a huge problem on it's own, the Ministries offered us their services if we offer ours... and they said that they wanted you as a teacher. So I obliged and sent them your address and my recommendation.

I gripped my staff.

"Then who's gonna protect Chicago? That place might go willy nilly if I just up and leave for a foreign job."

"Remember, you still owe me for that last incident Hoss. And besides, we already have another White Council Warden coming in to fill your shoes for the time being."

I groaned, remembering what I owed him.

"Alright, fine, the replacement is ok... but what, this is gonna help pay off my debt to you or something?"

He shrugged.

"It'll shave off a large portion of it... not fully though."
I groaned.

"Always looking for an excuse for me to get outta my comfort zone, eh... well, I can't argue with you now. It's not as bad as it could be."
Ebenezer laughed.

"Just be lucky you're not jumping through the NeverNever chasing the faerie that keeps stealing my Shotgun shells."

I tilted my head.

"You say what now?"

He laughed.
"I'm messing with ya Hoss. Besides, this job will pay you well. Most wizards refuse to take the job, cause they believe in the mumbo jumbo about it being cursed and whatever. I believe in ya though Hoss. You can get through it."

I nodded.
"Guess I gotta go to Britain, then. See ya round old man."

I got back into my Beetle.

"Britain... Well, I guess it'll be nice for Bob I guess. He'll enjoy the skirts."

I got back home at around 9:00. Mouse helped me how he usually did, by doing all the lifting I couldn't, and soon enough, after moving all my needed tomes and books out of my basement, I shut the door, and locked it with the needed spells.

Getting everything packed was a chore, but one I needed to do nonetheless.

I told Michael, Murphy, Butters, and Thomas that I was gonna be out for a year, and most of them didn't mind.
I had to leave Murphy a field guide of how to deal with basic Magical entities and other things that might pop up while I was gone, I gave my Werewolf pals some money for their endeavours as a farewell, and Michael... well, he's Michael, he just prayed that I stay safe in England.

So, after all that, I left Mister in charge of the house, Bob in my passenger seat, and Mouse in the back, all ready to go to "Hogwarts" and fight this war...

How the hell did this get dragged out as it did?