"My name is Captain Patterson, and I will be your Instructor for this year. You will be learning Defense Against the Dark Arts." As he said this, he carefully wrote DADA on the board and underlined it. "I was a Captain in both the British Royal Marines, and an Auror Captain. You will address me as either Sir or Captain, do you shitheads understand me? Any questions before I attempt to impart a lesson into your thick skulls?"
Hermione Granger was the only one to raise her hand, and quite enthusiastically as well. "Sir, you said was. Why did you leave?"
"They said I like to kill a little too much. Anything else?" Hermione didn't respond.
Draco raised his hand. "You said you were a marine. Does that mean you worked with muggles?"
"Correct."
"How could you stand them?" Draco said with disgust.
"Tolerance, son. And I hope you learn a lesson in that today. Tell me, what are muggles best at?"
"Nothing. They are filth."
"Wrong. They are good at killing. Do you know how many Muggles there are on this planet?"
Draco shook his head no.
"Six billion. That is ten thousand times as many wizards in this world. That means they have to do a lot of killing in their wars, and they have gotten quite good at it. Wizard are good killers in a one on one situations, but muggles… one muggle can kill 30 people in a single minute, and they have weapons so powerful that we cannot even comprehend. Weapons that can wipe out an entire country."
"Rubbish." Draco claimed.
"Tell me son, do you know what this is?" The Captain pulled out a SPAS-12 shotgun from behind his desk. "This is a muggle weapon. Let me show you what it can do." The Captain backed away from the desk, and took aim with the shotgun.
BAM BAM BAM BAM the shots rang out, shredding the desk to saw dust.
"Are you convinced?"
"No."
"Then watch this." The Captain twirled his ashen wand around, and out of the sawdust arose a dozen homunculi, made of flesh and blood. He then reached down into a case, and pulled out another gun, this time an AK-47. He popped in a clip and took the safety off.
Then with no preamble, he unloaded the rounds into the homunculi, destroying the whole lot with the bullets. The floor flooded with conjured blood as the dozen fake humans collapsed onto the ground.
"Are you still a non-believer?" Captain Patterson asked, with venom in his voice.
"Muggles are weak. Muggles are worthless."
"Maybe this will convince you." He walked over to Draco, pulled out a .44, and pointed it at Draco's head. He cocked back the hammer. "You scared?"
"I am not afraid of some filthy muggle device." Draco spat out.
The Captain made a quick move, and instead of shooting Draco in the head, he shot him in the thigh.
The shout rang out and immediately Draco was squealing like a girl from the intense pain. His blood poured onto the ground and mixed in with the blood from the homunculi. No one in the class moved to help.
Draco gave the captain a watery eyed glare. "Wait until my father –"
The Captain put the gun to the spoiled child's head. Draco stopped talking.
"Good. You there," he said, pointing to Goyle. "Take him up to the hospital wing."
Goyle did as he was instructed, and quickly left the room with a sobbing Malfoy hopping behind.
Harry Potter turned towards his girlfriend, Daphne. "I think this year is going to be excellent."
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Madam Pomfrey sighed when she saw the gunshot wound in Draco's thigh. "That's the fourth one today. This is going to be a long year."