Okay, let's see, this is my first story here and what you need to know, is that english is not my first language, so there will be mistakes. If you spot any, let me know and I will correct it.
Disclaimer: (Why are people writing them, if it is blatantly obvious we don't own the original works?) Well, if I did own HP or Drizzt, I'd be rich, and there would be yaoi in the books.
Part 1
Drizzt blinked. He was standing in a circular room in front a massive wooden desk. Behind the desk was an old man with the longest beard he's ever seen. And that was counting Bruenor's! The man had blue twinkling eyes and was smiling at him.
"Welcome to Hogwarts, Drizzt Do'Urden, my name is Albus Dumbledore and I'm the headmaster," said the man.
Drizzt raised an eyebrow and asked: "Hogwarts? And how do you know my name?"
"A school for magical children. And me knowing your name isn't important." The old man's smile grew even wider.
"…okay? And how did I get here?" was his next question.
"Why, that's easy. I brought you here."
"How?"
"A summoning ritual," answered the Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling happily.
"And why did you summon me?" Drizzt's voice was dripping with venom, the old man getting on his nerves.
"I would like to offer you a teaching post," said Albus.
"And why would I want to accept?"
"Because, you don't have a choice. I will not send you home, at least not for a while," answered Albus.
Within less then a second Drizzt drew his scimitars and had Albus pinned to the wall behind his desk.
"Explain!" he hissed.
"Calm down," breathed Albus. "What I ment is, that I can't send you home because the portal that brought you here only opens once every seven years."
"And what if I turn your offer down?" asked Drizzt, sheating his weapons.
"You'll have to wander through the land for seven years and locate the portal," Albus said bluntly.
Not liking the idea of being abandoned in a strange world, Drizzt asked: "And what would I be teaching?"
"Defense. Practical defense," answered Albus.
Drizzt thought about it for a moment, before deciding that accepting would probably be the best course of action. "Fine, I'll teach…"
"Splendid," clapped Dumbledore his hands. "Of course, you'll need robes and a wand…" he started yammering.
"Hold on!" yelled Drizzt. "If by robe, you mean something akin to what you're wearing, I'm not wearing it!"
"Why not?" asked Dumbledore. "They're comfortable."
"Movement restriction," Drizzt replied dryly.
"Now, where do I get this wand you spoke of?" he continued, wondering about the type of magic these people were using. And its possible usefullness back home.
"In Diagon Alley, of course," smiled Dumbledore. "I will have someone to take you there."
Dumbledore moved to his fireplace and reached in a pot standing on it. He threw something in and the flames turned green.
"Severus, could you step inside my office?" he called in the flames. And within few moments, a man dressed in black stepped through the fireplace. Drizzt raised his eyebrow at this, but didn't let it faze him otherwise.
"Whad do you need Albus?" asked the man, Severus.
"To také Drizzt here to get a wand," answerd Albus, eyes twinkling merrily.
"I was brewing…" sighed the man.
"So? The potions won't run away."
Severus looked at Drizzt. "Who is he anyway?"
"The teacher for a new subject – practical defense."
"That's not what I ment, and you know it," said Severus, exasperation clear in his voice.
Albus only twinkled at him.
"Fine…" relented Severus. It was obvious that he would rather be anywhere else.
"I hope you know how to use the floo," said Severus and, not waiting for an answer, he went to the fireplace, threw some of the powder in, stated Diagon Alley and disappeared within the green flames.
"Is he always like that?" asked Drizzt walking towards the fireplace.
"Most of the time," twinkled Albus happily.
Drizzt just shook his head in exasperation, took some of the powder in the pot, threw it in the fire, called "Diagon Alley" and dissapeared, leaving the headmaster alone.
Severus Snape stepped through the fire into Diagon Alley, wondering, if the weird guy will manage to get through. So he was surprised, when Drizzt stepped out the fireplace and smiled at him.
"Hope you weren't waiting long?" he inquired.
"No, not at all," said Snape, sounding flabbergasted. "Come on," he motioned for him to follow. "I'd rather get this done quickly, so I can get back to my potions…"
They walked through the street, Drizzt looking around, wondering, if, after done with the wand, Snape would mind leaving him there to explore. Probably not… Which was a shame, rally, since he spotted a bookshop… Oh well… There's probably a library in the castle.
"Here," sounded Snape's voice, effectively snapping Drizzt out of his musings.
He looked where the man was pointing and saw an old ratty building with one single wand on the display.
"Seriously?" raised Drizzt an eyebrow.
"Just go in," drawled Snape.
"You really don't want to be here, huh?" asked Drizzt cheekely.
"Do you really have to ask?"
Not deeming it worthy of an answer, Drizzt just pushed the door open and walked in the shop. It was dusty and small. There was noone inside the main part, but there was doorway leading to the back, so Drizzt figured the shop owner would be there.
He decided to go and get the person's attention, but stopped, when a man walked to the counter and then turned to look at him.
"I must say, this is the first time one of your kind entered my shop," he said in místy voice.
"Yeah, well, it wasn't my choice," growled Drizzt.
"So, which is your wand arm?"
"I can use both my arms the same way," answered Drizzt.
"Then which one you use more?"
"My right then," answered Drizzt truthfully.
"Okay," he walked to the rows of boxes and started to také them down. Seemingly at random. Then, he opened first one of them and handed the wand to him.
"Flick it," he said.
Drizzt did as he was told, not really caring how it looked. When he did, the wand exploded in his hand.
He scowled at the smoldering remains of the wand that were lying on the floor where he dropped them.
Olivander was frowning too.
"So I také it that wasn't supposed to happen?" Drizzt asked.
"No, it wasn't," said Olivander distractedly.
"So? What does it mean?"
"It means, that there is only one wand in this shop that you might be able to use," answered Olivander.
At this point, the door opened and Snape walked in.
"You done?" he asked.
"Nope!" smiled the elf.
"Slow…" he grumbled and leaned against the wall.
"Where have you been anyway?" asked Drizzt. They had time, since Olivander dissapeared somwhere in the back.
"Buying potion ingredients. Don't tell me you thought I would go with you and hold your hand?" he sneered.
"Wouldn't dream of it," assured him Drizzt just as Olivander walked back to the front of the shop.
"Here, try this one," he said and held a weird looking wand. "It's made from a black tree that grew underground. The core is from a very old acromantula silk wrapped around testral tail hair."
Drizzt took the wand and was enveloped in purple flames emitting black glow.
"Well, this si weird," he comented when the flames subsided.
"I hate to addmit it, but I have to agree," stated Snape from the wall. "What the hell just happened?"
"Interesting… Very interesting…" mumbled Olivander.
"What is?" Drizzt couldn't help but ask.
"Well… This wand… It was not made by me, or any of my ancestors…" he started. "It's said, that one day, it just appeared. Out of nowhere."
"That is weird," agreed Snape. "Are you sure that wand is safe to use?"
"Why souldn't it be?" asked Drizzt. "It feels fine to me."
"Sure... Whatever," drawled Snape. "Let's go back to the castle, now that you're done here."
He turned to Olivander. "Send the bill to the headmaster."
And then he draged Drizzt out and back to the Floo station.
And again, without explaining anything, he threw the powder in, called "Hogwarts, headmaster's office" and stepped through.
"Here we go again..." sighed the drow before doing the same as Snape and dissapearing in a whirlwind of green flames.
Albus looked up when the floo flared and Snape exited it.
"So, how did it go?" the old headmaster asked.
But before Severus could answer, the floo flared again and Drizzt stepped out, shooting Snape a dirty look.
"What?!" barked the potion's master.
"You know wery well."
Then Drizzt turned to the headmaster. "Will I be in too much trouble, if I accidentally kill this man?" he asked, voice calm, but deadly.
Raising an eyebrow, Albus turned to Snape. "What did you do this time?"
"With all due respect, headmaster, that is none of your business."
"Fine, you can go back to your potions," Albus waved him away.
When the door closed behind the potion's master, Drizzt turned to Albus. "What now?" he asked.
"Now I'll have someone show you to your quarters. The school year starts tomorrow. Well, technically, it starts the day after, since the students will arrive in the evening... But you need to be present at the feast," explained Albus.
"Fine. Just, please, don't make Snape show me my quarters, I don't think I could refrain myself from running him through with my swords."
"Don't worry," twinkled Albus. "Selly!"
With a pop a weird creature appeared.
"What is that?" asked Drizzt. Suspission in his voice.
"That, my dear boy, is a house elf. Helpful little creatures they are. And Selly here will be the one to show you to your rooms." explained Albus.
Drizzt only nodded and then followed the elf out of the door and down a spiraling staicase.
And then Drizzt decided that it would be usefull to know more about this wizarding world.
"Selly, was it?" he asked the elf.
"Yes master," she answered in sqeaky voice. "What can Selly do for master?"
"Is there a library in this place?"
"Yes master, not too far away master."
"Great. Then, would you mind taking me there before showing me to my rooms?" he asked politely.
"No problem master, just follow Selly!" the she-elf nodded happily.
Drizzt smiled at the elf's enthusiasm and continued walking with Selly showing him the way.