A/N: Hey guys. Short chapter here. I have assessments coming out of every orifice of my body, so it's been hard to write.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from either Harry Potter or Charmed and I'm not making a profit from this story.

Chapter Twelve: Professor Perry

Chris waited very nervously, sitting at Cole's desk at the front of his classroom, as nine o'clock approached. He shuffled his class outline a few times as the students filed into the room at a few minutes to the hour. They noisily took their seats and looked up at Chris, expecting to see Cole.

"Um, sir," a blonde student piped up, "Where is Professor Turner?"

"He was called out on urgent business," Chris answered quickly, "I'm Professor Perry and I will be taking this class for an undefined period of time."

The boy sat down and said nothing more.

"I'll call the roll, then," Chris said uncertainly, "Keira Addison."

A short, brunette girl raised her hand and Chris continued down the list. "Thomas Baxter. Andre Carlita. Hayden Cobbett. Alannah Condor. Melissa Eros..." Chris continued down the list until he recognised the surname of one boy. "Dominic Malfoy?"

The blonde boy that had asked him about Cole earlier raised his hand. Chris nodded and continued on his list right down to Connor Zabini.

Chris began his class much as Cole had the year before and asked if anyone knew of the Galeic world. Dominic raised his hand and launched into an explanation of the division of magic just as Hermione had done for Cole. Chris had to admit that he was very impressed by the boy's aptitude for knowledge.

They went on to talk about the nature of witches, demons, warlocks, whitelighters and many other magical creatures of the Galeic world. Throughout his entire lecture, Dominic and his dark-skinned friend, Connor, who sat next to him, ferociously scribbled down everything their teacher had said. Chris finished up the class by giving them a twelve-inch essay on the origin of magic to be handed in on Friday.

The class moved out slowly, chatting about their next class and wondering what they would get to eat for lunch. Dominic, however, remained behind, telling Connor and his other Ravenclaw friends that he would catch up with them later.

"Can I ask you something, sir?" Dominic asked politely, walking up to Chris.

"Sure," Chris responded brightly, "What's on your mind, Dominic?"

"It's just... you hesitated when you called my name," the young student replied earnestly, "Now I know that a lot of teachers have been doing it, but I just feel like you... I don't know... wouldn't."

"I get it, Dominic. I actually really do. I was sorted into Ravenclaw even though my older brother was in Slytherin."

"You went to Hogwarts?"

"Yes, but as I mentioned before, I'm from the future, so in this time I haven't attended Hogwarts yet. I just didn't know that the Malfoys had any more children."

"Three boys. I'm the middle child."

"You have a younger brother?"

"Darcy. He's eight and He Who Must Not Be Named's favourite. His prodigy. He always hated me. I never represented his ideal of what a future Death Eater should be."

Chris looked sympathetically at the young boy. Dominic looked up, sensing the conversation was over and walked towards the door.

"If you ever want to talk, Dominic," Chris said, following the student, "My door's always open."

"Thank you, sir," Dominic replied gratefully and took off down the hallway and out of sight.

Chris sighed contently, knowing that, just in those ten minutes, he fulfilled the role that Cole had wanted him to.

oOo

Tonks was basking in the sun's depleting warmth in a small cafe in Paris. She was dressed head to toe as Sophie Moreau. Cole had told her to arrive early to any meetings since it was the best way to avoid an ambush. She decided that she wanted to take the investigation very seriously. Not only her life, but the lives of so many people, including the Muggle Prime Minister's, depended on her success.

Finally, her American contact, Madeleine Keating, an agent working in Agent Shaheen's team, arrived at their designated meeting place. She took a seat across from a beautiful young French-American woman with light skin, dark curly hair and vivid blue eyes.

"Sophie?" the young woman asked as politely as she approached the table.

"Madeleine?" Tonks replied, choosing to remain on a fist name basis with her contact.

Madeleine smiled and took up a seat across from Tonks. "Please, call me Maddie."

"So, when does my cover actually start?" Tonks asked politely.

"Already did," Maddie replied shortly, "Wait a sec."

Maddie craned her head over Tonks' and looked in the direction of the street. "Oh they're good."

"I'm sorry?" Tonks asked, slightly perturbed.

"Klefta knew that I was meeting with you today. I am going to bring you as soon as I can. We haven't got time to waste. He had me followed. I lost them for a bit outside the city, but it seems they have picked up my trail." A young waitress came around and took their order for coffee.

"Why are they following you? And who is Klefta?"

"How much have you been told?"

"Not nearly enough it seems," Tonks replied, rather bitterly.

"Marko Klefta is the man in charge of this sect. Very connected and very dangerous. They're following me for any number of a dozen reasons. They might think that I'm whistleblower or that I'm consulting with other eco-terrorist groups, whatever. They're extremely paranoid about this sort of thing."

"Well, that makes our job harder. Are you sure they're not listening to us?"

Maddie pulled a remote-like device out of her bag and showed Tonks under the table. "I'm jamming them, so even if they do have listening devices. They can't hear us."

"Where can I get one of them?" Tonks asked enthusiastically as the young waitress brought their coffee.

Maddie laughed. "Your cover runs deep. You've been arrested on four occasions. Vandalism, malicious damage of property, you assisted the Environmental Defence Fund in setting fire to a port in the Bay Area and served only 30 days in prison."

"Yes," Tonks replied simply. She had read her file thoroughly a few times.

"I have already passed this information to Klefta and he has agreed to allow you into our group on a trial basis. You must not fail. Too much depends on it."

"I know. When do I meet with you again?"

"Tomorrow. I have the address to your new apartment and I will pick you up at two o'clock," Maddie stood up and collected the check for their coffee, "I will see you then."

And with that she stood up and walked away, leaving Tonks alone at the table, contemplating her new life.