(A/N: Battle for the glory of the Horde! Sorry, my sister and dad are addicted to WoW or World of Warcraft. I just seem to fall in and out of it. YESSSSS! It's finished! Now I only have to start on the next chapter. Oh well, so Kaine has entered the school and has a wonderful job on names (mainly Snape). Now lets see what will happen…)
Chapter Four"The First Class"
The Great Hall was buzzing with noise as students filed in and got themselves seated at their rightful tables.
Harry sat next to Hermione and Ron, while Ginny and Neville sat across from the trio. Luna seated herself behind Harry so that they would be able to talk without getting into any form of trouble.
Snape was one of the first to be seated at the front table, his eyes narrowed into slits as his rage more or less flooded the room, looking for any reason to remove points from any of the houses before the year even started.
Soon the first years entered the room, looking scared, nervous, and a few appeared very cocky.
"Slytherins," Ron whispered to Harry as they watched two twins that seemed very full of themselves.
"Where's that woman?" Luna asked as she leaned back. The sorting had begun and the new students were being placed into their new houses. "The one from the train."
"Yeah, where is Professor Nighttrod?" Ginny asked as she too began to scan the room. "I don't see her."
"Maybe Snape killed her," Ron suggested. "She did piss him off."
"Ron," Hermione scolded. "Professor Snape wouldn't hurt anyone on the staff in any way... I think."
"She's dead," Ron deadpanned as the last of the new students were placed in their houses.
"Oh, Dumbledore is going to give his speech."
Harry tuned him out a little. The speech was always the same, welcoming new and old students back to Hogwarts, Filch's list of banned items, Forbidden Forest is "forbidden," blah, blah, blah.
It wasn't until he began talking about the new addition to the staff that Harry paid attention.
"Now, I would have liked to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, but it seems that Professor Nighttrod has yet to grace us with..." Dumbledore started when the doors flung open as Kaine came running in, panting heavily. "Ah, it appears that she has arrived. May I introduce Professor Kaine Nosfurala Nighttrod."
"(gasp) You know (gasp) Albus," Kaine rested her hands on her knees, while looking half annoyed at the Headmaster. "You need (wheeze) to put up a bloody (gasp) map of this place."
"My apologies, Kaine," Albus grinned. "I only assumed that you could remember your way around your old school. Although please refrain from using such language when around students."
Kaine muttered something under her breath that sounded much along the lines of 'I'm going to kill the old jerk, even if it kills me' before standing straight again.
She still wore the exact same outfit as she had on the train, and within seconds, she had regained her composure, once again, of a young happy woman who still demanded respect.
"Salutations everyone, I am Kaine Nosfurala Nighttrod, the new Defense..." She began to step forward, failing to realize the heavy doors of the Great Hall had closed silently behind her, her cloak trapped in its hold.
In an instant, every student and staff member watched Kaine clothesline herself with the tan cloak and fall crashing down to the ground.
"...Against the Dark Arts teacher," the last part was muttered, as she remained lying on the ground. She muttered under her breath something that sounded like 'why did I get up this morning'.
"Why am I feeling uneasy about our education in DADA?" Neville asked calmly as Kaine began to raise and pull the material out of the doors.
It gave quickly and sent her falling backwards again and banging her legs into the Slytherin table.
The next day signaled the beginning of the school year. The halls were filled with first years looking for their classrooms.
Harry was walking along with Ron and Hermione as they headed toward their first class of double DADA, which was dubbed as an important class because the world was now forced to face the facts. Voldemort had returned.
He grinned as Hermione shuffled her books about, she had once again taken more classes on then a normal living person should have. He couldn't help but get butterflies in his stomach as they passed Ginny, who smiled sweetly at him, while Dean continued to talk about Quidditch.
As they neared the classroom, Harry felt a twitch of annoyance. Insults were flying back and forth between the Slytherins, who were waiting inside, and the Gryffindors.
Harry took a seat with Ron and Hermione, hoping that Professor Nighttrod would appear very soon.
Meanwhile...
"I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!" Kaine cried as she ran down the halls as fast as she could. If Filch didn't know better he would have thought she was a student.
"FIFTEEN MINUTES! FIFTEEN MINUTES LATE FOR MY OWN BLOODY CLASS!" her sneakers shrieked as she turned the corner hard and quickly flung the door open.
"I'm sorry I'm late! There was a fish drowning and I had to save it with CPR! I am," She grabbed a piece of chalk and quickly wrote her name on the blackboard. "Professor Kaine Nighttrod, the new DADA teacher here at Hogwarts. Now before we begin our lesson, who can tell me why we study Defense Against the Dark Arts?"
She looked at the class and picked the first hand she saw. "Yes?"
"Um, Professor?" A small nervous boy started as he messed his black hair a little.
"Call me Kaine," She smiled.
"This isn't the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom."
"Exact--excuse me?" Kaine blinked as she looked at the boy. "It's not! Then where the heck am I?"
"Ahem," A voice called.
"Huh?"
"This is the Charms classroom," the smallest teacher at Hogwarts, the dear old Professor Flitwick, replied with an annoyed look on his face. Kaine's face faltered. "Your classroom, Professor Nighttrod is on the other side of Hogwarts."
"You have got to be kidding," she gasped.
Meanwhile in the DADA classroom...
"Where the hell is that teacher?" Draco groaned.
Goyle looked stupidly about the room.
It was fashioned differently for the previous years. True the dragon skeleton still hung above them, but more skeletons were placed about the room, like four skeletons that were wolf like in appearance.
They were placed in sets; two that were gangling and weak structured and the other were massive and powerful looking. The only difference between the two in each set was that the hips were slightly wider on one of them. The gangling elongated skeletons were labeled Lycan Hybrid (M) and (F), while the massive powerful ones were labeled Lycan (M) and (F).
He moved to touch one when a scream erupted from the hallways.
For a moment, everyone thought it was Kaine screaming, being that the school's poltergeist, Peeves, enjoyed attacking late students, and let's face it, Kaine wasn't much taller then the students and could easily pass as one, even with her looks.
However a moment later Peeves came zooming by.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" he screamed, stopped, and pointed as he crashed into Crabbe in the doorway. "The cause of my nightmares! It came BACK!"
He quickly returned to his running away just as Kaine came around the corner.
"Wait! Squeakers!" She called as loud as she could, being fairly winded. "Hang on, it's okay! I had help with that stuff now!"
She finally sigh in disappointment when Peeves refused to answer her back. "Geez, he still hasn't gotten over it. Oh well. Hello class, sorry I'm late, please take your seats."
"Why are you late?" Pansy Parkinson ordered as she placed herself next to Draco.
Draco looked more disappointed at their new teacher. She seemed more like a student that had just graduated, barely.
"I was heading out early when these ninjas came out of nowhere. They demanded I tell them the secrets of Hogwarts, but I refused and had to lure them away from the school and battle them along with the fairies in the forest and..."
"Professor?" Seamus held his hand up slightly. "Did you get lost?"
"Yes, now let us never speak of it again," Kaine replied and turned to write on the board.
"Well, let's begin class, my name in Professor Kaine Nighttrod, call me Kaine, and never use my middle name. Now, I have a small test for you all, no it will not affect your grade in this class, you get an instant 'O' for doing is as it's a placement test. I need to know what you all know," she gave her wand a flick and in an instant papers zoomed around the room and landed in front of the students.
"Mind you I want everyone to answer honestly, truthfully, and by themselves. I don't want any..." she suddenly snapped the chalk into a small 1/8 piece and threw it at Goyle, hitting him right between the eyes hard.
He gave a yelp as a white mark was left on his forehead and the piece shot back and was caught by a huffing Kaine. "Talking. I'll warn you all now, I was the captain of the baseball team back home."
"What were you?" Seamus asked, knowing a little about the sport. Hermione groaned at the stupidity of the question.
"Pitcher."
After that, everyone knew in Hogwarts that if you talked, or fell asleep, within Defense Against the Dark Arts room, Kaine would throw chalk at you and the little mark afterwards would tell everything.
They also learned never to underestimate Kaine's ability to aim, and to make matters worse, the chalk was bewitched so that no matter how hard one tried, the mark wouldn't disappear until either Kaine said so, or about two weeks later.
Needless to say, Kaine wasn't a person to pass up a good laugh.
AND NOW A BONUS! A preview of the next chapter. I'm going to try and update sooner, possibly two chapters. Anyway...
"Hey Susan?" Kaine asked as she leaned over the brewing potion, while Snape's back was turned. It had a lilac color to it and smelled softly of vanilla. "What's this?"
"Poison," Snape growled. He looked over his shoulder to see that Kaine had backed away from it. "It's Happiness Potion, you idiot."
"Oooooooooh," Kaine nodded as she looked closely. "Wasn't this what we made in the sixth year?"
"Yes," Snape replied. "As I recall you were the only person there capable of blowing it up."
"Did I do something like this?" Kaine quickly grinned and tossed a rather large open vial of harpy's blood straight into the potion.
"NO!"