Harry Potter and the Rise of The Beast

A/N: So, this is a new thing I thought of. This is just the prolog. I'm gonna write 5 more chapters before I post anything else. Pretty much a crossover, but not enough materials to actually be a crossover. My explanation for the characters from the show the Magicians are said below, just read it carefully. If you have not seen the show The Magicians, or read the books, do so immediately. If you don't want to read it, well, go to syfy's website and watch the full episodes, it's actually pretty good once you get into it, a LOT of humor without it being comedic relief, good character development, and an OK enough love story. Anyway, enjoy. Give me your thoughts in reviews or PM me if you have any ideas on how to make this good, so, enjoy.

Minerva Mcgonagall was late. That is the thought process of the man that she was meeting. Or, maybe he was early? "Tch, damn it," he cursed under his breath as he glances at his watch. Infernal thing had been busted for the past week, and he couldn't use any magic at the moment to fix it.

That's right, though the mention of Minerva Mcgonagall should be a dead give away, this man is a wizard. Or, magician is the more proper and accurate term for what he is.

As for who he is, his name is Liam Walters. An impossibly old young looking wizard from the united states. Despite his age he looks in his late 30's. Near brown hair, brown eyes, good enough looking complexion, and about 6"4.

And he has cut himself off from magic for about the past 10 years. It's a long story. But currently he was sitting on a bench, that is on a bridge in muggle London over the Thames. He is about 6"3, green eyes, neat black hair, brown slate suit and a scowl that can rival even Mcgonagall's.

Finally, he felt what he had cut himself off from for so long; Magic.

Striding down the street, robes and all, was Minerva Mcgonagall herself. Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She saw Liam and strode purposefully towards his bench. She sat down and they didn't say a word for over 5 minutes.

Finally Liam said, "You're late, you know."

Minerva scoffed. "To quote a famous wizard," she said lifting up a finger and went into 'lecture mode'. "A wizard, or in this case, a witch is never late. They are always on time and always precisely when they mean to."

They were silent once more and the Liam said, "I curse myself sometimes that I prompted you to read up on muggle culture and long epics. Though, Gandalf would have made Dumbledore a very happy person. He hardly had anyone that could offer him any competition. I mean, besides you-know-who of course, but that was the wrong kind of competition."

Minerva gave a noncommittal shrug and they lapsed into silence. Then Liam said, "Jane Chatwin is dead."

Minerva stiffened and said, "H-how?"

"Her brother. Martain. Though we have another name for him; The Beast."

She said, "Are you sure? It could have been someone else impersonating-"

"It was him," he interrupted. "The witness accounts puts his specific power in the room with her, and he's been interfering at Brakebills all year. It was him."

Minerva sighed again. "Thank you for telling me…. But I have a feeling That's not all you asked me to meet you here for, is it?"

"No. It isn't," he agreed. "My protege has turned to the dark side, you know this right?"

She nodded and huffed, "Oh you and your movie cinema references. I haven't even seen the original ones and now this new one is driving today's kids and the kids from the 70's up the walls and I still haven't seem it."

Liam giggled a bit, but then sobered up. "Things are gonna change soon. And it's gonna get bad. As bad as it was in those days," they both knew he was talking about the war with Voldemort. "And then it's gonna get worse. Much worse." He took out something from his pocket and handed it to her, it was a dead moth. A bit one too. Minerva took it and could feel the unnatural chill coming from it, dark magic.

"You kept this in your pocket?" she said disbelieving.

"You actually get use to it after a while," he assured.

She didn't say anything, then threw it into the river. "So, things are gonna get worse you said?"

"Yes," Liam said. "My old protege, Andrew, is now evil, and looking to kill us all, namely me, yada yada, you know, the usual good vs. evil babble. The point is, he's coming. He's coming for me, and I need help."

"And what do you want me to do about it?" Minerva said hotly.

"Let me teach."

They were silent for a good while, but then she said, "Surely you don't mean-"

"Yes," he interrupted yet again. "I'm gonna be straight with you-"

"Oh please," she said, interrupted him this time, while rolling her eyes.

"Anyway," he said, giving her the stink eye. "I'm gonna be straight with you. I'm scared. He's learned stuff that I haven't even seen before. Things no good magician, or bad, has ever seen. And what's more, he's moving between dimensions."

"What?" Mcgonagall said sharply.

"Yep, he's found a way to traverse between worlds. He uses the crossroads. And has it on lock down. If someone does manage to stumble onto it, he's there and he eats them… literally, he eats them. He sends me their skulls too. I don't even know why, he just does."

"Good lord," she looked a bit green.

"Yeah. And what's more, now that Jane is dead, the time loop that she's created is now broken. When I learned of that, I had to step in, so I went ahead and created a clone of her chosen."

"You did, WHAT!?"

Liam clamped his hands over his ears and cringed. "Jesus woman!" he said harshly. "I'm sitting right next to you! Don't shout."

"Sorry," she said hurriedly. "But how on earth did you manage to do the impossible?"

"It's not impossible. Just extremely difficult. I had to get power equivalent to a god, and outside help from myself… From a parallel world. It's much less complicated than it sounds. Maybe I'll tell the story to you some day, but there's no time."

"Of course, of course… so what did you have in mind about the school? And the… clone?"

"Simple," Liam said. "I teach. The clone goes to Hogwarts, where I can keep an eye on him. He's aware of what he is, and knows what's at stake. I'm not gonna turn him into a weapon, just a variable."

Minerva nodded, seeing what he intends to do.

"He will be cared for, he will grow up into his powers properly. And most important of all, he will have a family to call his own. Hogwarts and its students will be his family… hopefully. Kids these days are so cruel."

"That we can agree on," Minerva said. "What are you going to teach?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Liam said smiling. "Magic. Magic 101 to be precise. My classes will be about magic in its base, raw form. I believe you Brits call it wandless magic. Shouldn't be too hard to teach. The first through third years I can teach easily. Fourth through sixth will be a bit trickier. The seventh years, if they have the talent, I can tutor. Get them started so they can continue it into adulthood if they so please."

"But isn't it about ⅕ individuals who can do magic can do that kind of magic?" Mcgonagall protested.

"Yes," Liam admitted. "But for the beginning let's make it mandatory, to weed out the chaff. And for those who wish to stay who have the talent, may do so."

Mcgonagall was silent for a few moments, then spoke up her final argument to his request. "The Ministry likes to monitor our classes nowadays. Adding a new class unannounced like this is surely a-"

"I have the paperwork right here," Liam said. He reached behind the bench they were sitting on and brought out a satchel. Unfastening it he brought out a short stack of papers. "All the necessary paperwork for adding a class to the curriculum and all it needs is a signature from you… On several pages. Nearly all of them in fact….. What?" he said. "You think I've been dicking around these past 10 years? No. The last year and a half I've been petitioning the Ministry for this and gotten all the paperwork necessary. All you have to do is sign it and we can get started. I've missed magic…."

Mcgonagall sighed, snatched the papers from him and said, "Fine. We'll try your plan. But no harm can come to the students!"

"I can't promise that," Liam said solemnly. "Even now the Beast is prowling for me. I doubt even Hogwarts can hold him off forever. It didn't when Voldemort came into play."

She sighed again. "Fine. We'll do it your way. Just keep the students as safe as possible. No deaths."

"... I'll try. That's all I can give you."

They sat in silence again. Then Liam got up. "I'll leave you to finalize everything. I'll send for my stuff left at Brakebills, and arrive on the train September the 1st. My kid will be on the train as well."

"What is his name?"

"Oh, how silly of me, I've forgotten to tell you that. We've decided to not deviate from his original coding. His name is Quentin. Quentin Coldwater. He was a Magician."