Reaper: So...I decided to repost the new version of Point That Wand. I hope you enjoy the new version. Canon Divergence like whoa, yuh. ENJOY!
Muggles were never supposed to get involved in the world of magic. I repeat: Muggles were never supposed to get involved in the world of magic. Wizards and witches learned very quickly that Muggles reacted negatively to their...abilities. Because of the dark history between magic folk and muggles (I'm looking at you, Salem Witch Trials), it became law that muggles could not find out about magic.
"Have you gone mad, sir?" Severus Snape was not one to beat around the bush. "Bringing muggles into the school? Has old age finally driven you senile?"
Albus Dumbledore laughed good-heartedly - choking a bit near the end much to the amusement of Snape - and patted Snape's arm.
"Severus, my good boy, I am perfectly in my right mind," Albus chuckled. "In fact, I think I am more in my mind than I have been for years."
"But sir," Minerva McGonagall chimed in, "why are you bringing muggles into the school?"
"Only one of them is a muggle, actually. The other is a child who, until recently, was hidden from our radar. The other will be acting as the teacher for our new class."
"...what class?" Both professors asked, dread weighing their words down.
"Muggle Defense! Isn't that wonderful?" Albus clapped his hands together, his eyes twinkling like the stars outside. Severus resisted the urge to strangle the old man while Minerva mentally counted backwards from one-hundred.
"How," Severus snarled, "did you even get the Ministry to approve of such a stupid idea?"
"I have my ways," Albus chuckled and the way he stared at Severus let them both know that the discussion was over.
"So," Minerva smoothed her hands over her robes, "Muggle Defense, was it? What do you plan on having this professor teach for this class?"
"Oh, I was thinking self-defense! The children must learn how to combat against enemies if they are rendered without their wands. With the increase of Voldemort activity and, ahem, certain events happening soon, I feel the students should learn how to fend for themselves wandless," Albus explained and Severus grimly looked at the desk top, clenching his left robe sleeve where his Dark Mark burned.
"I...actually agree with you," Severus bit out, eyes narrowed. "It is wise for the students to take such a class." Minerva nodded in agreement and Albus clapped his hands again.
"Who is the student, sir?" Severus asked after a silence fell over the trio.
"Damian Wayne, son of Bruce Wayne and Talia al Ghul," Albus informed. Minerva, who had been reaching for her teacup, let her hand fall to her lap in alarm.
"Talia al Ghul? As in Ra's al Ghul's daughter?" Minerva gasped while Severus narrowed his eyes. Bruce Wayne was someone who even the magic folk had heard of, if only because of his playboy tendencies that seemed to even cause Pureblood witches to gossip about. Talia al Ghul, however…
Al Ghul was a name to be wary of in the Wizarding World. Rumors of Ra's al Ghul's 600-plus life span thanks to his infamous Lazarus Pit spread throughout the realm, making the man someone to be feared. It wasn't the closest thing to the Fountain of Youth, which many witches and wizards had staked their lives for. They abhorred the idea of a mere muggle controlling the Pit, but with how powerful and influential he was, he was nearly untouchable.
"And the professor who'll be joining our staff?" Minerva questioned as the information settled in.
"Richard Grayson. He's well-known for his self-defense. In the Muggle World, he's a police officer," Albus spoke and his two trusted friends sat back, satisfied with the knowledge.
"I feel like this year is going to be a headache," Severus mumbled under his breath. Minerva couldn't help but agree.
"I hope you two don't mind," Albus spoke as they heard the staircase moving to allow someone up. "I'm needing to speak with Professor Moody now." The two nodded and excused themselves, allowing the new DADA teacher through.
"Grayson! Father! Someone!" Damian Wayne, freshly turned eleven, called out in a tone that was tense.
"Damian, it's, like, five in the mor -IT THAT AN OWL?!" Dick, who was slumped through the door to Damian's room, nearly toppled over in shock as he caught sight of the feathered nocturnal bird perched on Damian's bed frame.
"Wonderful Grayson," Damian sneered as Bruce and Alfred popped up behind the younger man, peering into the room, "you know your animals." Dick gave a dry, mocking laugh as the three older men bustled further into the room.
"It won't go away," Damian explained as Bruce raised an eyebrow at the owl.
"How did it get in?" Dick questioned as Alfred eyed the floor for owl droppings.
"I don't know. I woke up and it was staring at me." Damian stared at the owl. "Can I-"
"You cannot keep it. Nope. Nu-uh," Dick chided before Bruce could open his mouth. Damian huffed and crossed his eyes. The owl hooted and fluttered up, circling once before dropped the letter clenched in its talon. Bruce swooped down and grasped the letter before anyone else could, flipping it to read the front of it.
"Damian al Ghul Wayne, fifth bedroom, Wayne Manor," Bruce read off and narrowed his eyes. He flipped it back over, seeing the seal. Bruce mentally went through the list of seals he knew, not recognising the one on the envelope.
"This isn't a commonly known seal. At least, none used in the Underground," Bruce explained and Alfred stepped to the side as the owl circled around Bruce and landed back on the bed frame with an irritated sounding hoot.
"Let me open it," Damian spoke, holding his hand out expectantly. "It's addressed to me, so I'll open it." Dick opened his mouth, looking ready to chide the child, before Bruce thrust the envelope into the boy's hand.
"But Bruce, what if it's-!" Dick complained as Damian violently ripped through the wax seal and pulled the contents out.
Damian stared at the letter, his eyebrows slowly rising as he read silently.
"What's it say?" Bruce asked and Damian handed the letter over without a word. Alfred took the parchment, clearing his throat as he stared down at the inked words.
"'Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore. Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorcerer, Chief Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confederation of Wizards. Dear Mr. Wayne, we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on the first of September. We await your owl by no later than July the thirty-first. Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress.'" Alfred flipped to the second page, blinking at the list.
"It's fine Alfred. We'll look at the rest of the stuff later," Bruce dismissed and looked to Damian, who was glowering at Dick, who was trying hard not to laugh.
"This has to be fake," Dick laughed, moving to Bruce's other side as Damian threw a knife.
"Master Richard, you have a letter as well," Alfred called and Dick stopped laughing, turning to look at the trusted butler.
"Huh?" Dick reached for the letter, taking it. "'We would also like to invite Richard Grayson to attend this year as our newest addition to our teaching staff. Muggle Defensive Arts.'...what. A teacher? Me? Uh...Bruce?" Both Damian and Dick looked to the father figure in the room, who tensed at the intense attention.
"I don't know," Bruce spoke, rubbing his chin. "It could be an elaborate trap. I say we write back and ask for proof."
They did just that.
As it turned out, the proof came in the form of a powerful looking woman who called herself Minerva McGonagall. She introduced herself as a professor at the school they wished both Damian and Dick to attend and, much to her reluctance, had used a bit of magic to prove that Hogwarts was indeed real.
Bruce was more or less intrigued. Alfred wondered if he could use the cleaning charm she demonstrated.
"So, will we be expecting you at Hogwarts, gentleman?" Minerva asked as she pocketed her wand.
The two turned to Bruce, who eyed her with a stern expression. Minerva stared back, mentally wondering how this overprotective man was the infamous playboy who had more money than he could count.
"They'll be safe?" Bruce asked after a beat of silence. Minerva nodded at once.
"Hogwarts is one of the safest places in the Wizarding World," she admitted, her chest puffing out in pride. Bruce nodded thoughtfully.
"I'll seem them during the holiday breaks?" Bruce questioned. Minerva nodded again.
"Yes. Unless they wish to stay at the castle, of course," she responded. Damian snorted. Dick rubbed the back of his neck.
"I guess they can go," Bruce finally relented and Dick whooped in joy.
"Aw come on!"
Minerva jumped at the sudden exclamation and a young teenager dropped from the ceiling, landing in a crouch beside Bruce.
"That isn't fair! Why does the demon brat get to go and I don't?" Tim whined, pointing disgustedly towards Damian, who raised a knife threateningly.
"Because unlike some people," Damian sneered, "I have magic."
"You a fairy?" Tim shot back and quickly dodged the knife thrown at him. Minerva watched the boys fight, wondering what Albus was thinking.
She felt this year was going to be hell.