A/N Sorry life made me post this late. Thank you SeaweedBrianYon, I honestly forgot about the paragraph thing AND about Crepsley. Ill remedy that at once. This is a short chapter but the next one will be up by the weekend. :D

Disclaimed in front of all aight?

"Ron, Hermione, who's she?" the boy with the bright green eye's asked his friends.

Unfortunately that was when Ron had chucked an exceptionally large piece of pie into his mouth, "whazat 'Arry?" the boy spewed crumbs around him.

"Really Ron, please try to chew your food first," the bushy haired Hermione replied, "Obviously she's the new defense against the dark arts teacher Harry."

The-boy who lived looked up in surprise and anger, "but she was at my hearing! She supported the minister against me!" The two looked at him in sympathy but Harry Potter knew they wouldn't understand; no one did. He was the one, who saw Cedric die, and he fought Voldemort, but no one acknowledged this as truth. As the young Wizard looked off in space he completely missed Dumbledore's speech, and only paid attention at an annoyingly girly Hem Hem. There Dolores Umbridge stood in front of the student body and started spewing out things like 'progress for the sake of something or other' and 'ministry appointed whatszits'. None of it made sense, "what's she talking about 'Moine."

The girl looked troubled, "It means that the ministry is going to be meddling in Hogwarts, Harry."

"Well, thank you professor Umbridge for that…enlightening speech! Now without further distraction, I think that the wonderful feast the house-elves have prepared for us should be- BAM!

The door to the entrance of the great hall was thrown open, and a very flustered looking filch came into the hall drenched in rain. "Professor Dumbledoor, sir, at the entrance-the-the people you-"

Unfortunately right then two figures walked in, they were covered in black cloaks so long that not even their shoes were showing. Harry looked with apprehensive curiosity as he noticed one was almost six feet while the other seemed a bit taller than him. The whole hall was quite, as the two figures walked evenly to the staff table. The whole affair was very discomforting, and ever so slowly Dumbledore rose to stand, and to the surprise of everyone bowed to the strangers.

"It is an honor to have you here Prince Darren, it seems you are a little late, the weather is to blame im sure. I assume this is your mentor?" Dumbledore spoke softly but Harry Potter knew the headmaster well now; and Dumbledore was wary of these strangers.

"You would be too if you had to run across the country in this dreadful countries weather," the shorter of the two snapped. The entire staff and students were shocked at the disrespectful tone of the newcomer.

"Can you see their faces Harry, the cloak's clocking everything?" Hermione squinted at them. Harry simply shook his head no and stared interestingly. Dumbledoor gave the short boy a glance once more and turned to the student body.

"As you can see, Hogwarts is playing host to some very special guests this year. May I present to you Prince Darren Shan and his guardian General Larten Crepsley!" As Dumbledoor said this the two turned to the tables and gracefully shrugged their cloaks off. The entire faculty gasped and comically stared at the two. Hermione granger and Ginny Weasly blushed profusely at the Prince. He was…stunning. Like a true prince form the Victorian era, the boy- if he could be called that- stood there with his hands in his black Brioni suite looking bored and annoyed. Hermione visibly gasped again as she say the numerous scars on the Prince, they were everywhere' his neck, his face, underneath his eye. This ultimately created a most unusual but not unappealing look to the young adult. But as the boy was breathtaking, the older man was frightening. His short hair cut as if by a butter knife, grotesque scars covering already-average looks. The man was built like a house, and wore a red suite with a black cape. Dumbledore was about to say something but seeing as today was interrupt Dumbledore day, a certain platinum blond-haired slytherin just had to comment.

"And just what is he the prince of, gigolo's?" Malfoy retorted. Harry could see Dumbledore and Snape for that matter wince and almost smack their foreheads in exasperation.