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The Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher

Chapter 1

The Offer

A pair of quick little feet ran across the mansion floor. The thundering storm outside didn't erase the smile from the boy's young face, because he had drawn his mommy a picture. His mommy loved his pictures. Without knocking he burst through the door only to see the normally bright room lit by candles completely dark.

"Mommy?" The boy whispered as he walked into the room.

A flash of lighting showed a silhouette on the floor not far from the boy who ran toward the body. He saw the telltale hair of his mother, shaking he pushed the body on it's back and saw the lifeless eyes of his mother as the blood pooled around her corpse. An ungodly scream ripped from the boy's mouth as a burst of magic exploded from him that shook the whole the manor and nearly destroyed some of the ancient wards that surrounded the property.

With a sharp breath Benjamin Voss awoke upright in his bed sweating, taking a few calming breaths he got up from his bed and went into his bathroom splashing water on his face. The man that stared back on at him had a fairly handsome face with dark stubble running down his cheeks to his chin with cloudy blue eyes and long dark brown hair. Benjamin let out a sigh; he had not had that nightmare in quite a long time. It seemed he needed to up his Occlumency training if he wanted to get good night's sleep. But for now it was time to begin his daily practice.

Dressed in a pair of baggy pants, a simple shirt, and with cane in hand Benjamin's heavy footsteps echoed across the cold manor floor until he reached an empty room on the west side of the manor. With a wave of the cane two practice dummies appeared with the given power to fire simple spells, and the firing rate would increase every minute. Taking another breath he unsheathed his cane to show to a thin blade. A magical bolt shot first but was deflected by the sword. Another and another were fired and the bolts were blocked as Benjamin slowly moved forward. Finally in range he cut down the first dummy. A quiet whisper of Reducto echoed across the room and magical energy coursed through the blade and blasted the second to pieces. Waving the sword a time of 30 seconds appeared before it was whisked away like mist. The time caused the man to frown. Last month he had been able to defeat them in 25 seconds. He was becoming lazy that could not be allowed to happen.

His next step was to stop at his small green house near the of his property where he picked a few fresh vegetables and headed into the house. A few waves of his cane and the stove, pans, and ingredients began to fly around the kitchen. Soon a perfectly cooked omelet appeared on a plate in front of Benjamin. He quickly finished his breakfast and was headed toward the library when a faint jolt from the manors wards alerted him that someone was at the door. Quickly grabbing his cane Benjamin walked to the door.

With a curse on his lips the man opened the door to see the Charms Professor from Hogwarts Filius Flitwick.

Benjamin raised an eyebrow, "Professor to what do I owe the pleasure?" He voice was soft and friendly. The half goblin grinned, "I have to come to ask a favor of you."

Benjamin nodded and allowed the Charms Master to enter his home. With a spell a pot of tea was brewed and the two sat down.

"As you know Benjamin the school year at Hogwarts is quickly approaching and there has been an accident that has forced the former DADA Professor to have to leave the position." Filtwick said

The man chuckled, "You want me to teach? Why not ask Severus? The man is nearly in love with the dark arts."

"Severus's true mastery is potions, and it would near impossible to find a Potion's Master to replace him in such an amount of time." The half goblin took a sip of tea. "I also think your "unique" views on magic would be beneficial on allowing the students to discuss certain aspects of magic that they may have not thought about before. Allowing the students to think critically would help them not just in your class but life in general. Do you not agree?

The man replied with a quick nod, and took a sip of tea before he spoke"Does this offer come from you or the Headmaster?"

Fillius smirked in such a way that his goblin heritage could not be hidden, "It comes from me Benjamin, if it were up to the Headmaster someone else would take the job. The rumor mill said that his first call was to Remus Lupin but he was unable to find the man so you are the only choice."

Benjamin bowed his head and spoke in goblin, "You humble me with your faith mentor. I swear I will do my best to prove worthy of it."

The Charms Professor smiled and gently placed his hand over the mans and replied in goblin, "I have no doubt you will my pupil."

With a small hop Filtwick was on floor, "You are to arrive at Hogwarts tomorrow no later than noon."

As the man left Benjamin frowned. The man was entering the lion's den, literally. He needed to be prepared on all fronts. Be able to answer questions that were asked and quickly rebuff any that he did not wish to answer. A grin plastered itself on his face, such an easy thing for a Slytherin like himself, but he also had his family motto to live up to. Percute ultimum primi iciunt. Strike First, Strike Last. That was the motto for the house of Voss and as its last living descendent he would abide by it. If he spoke it would be to end an conversation, and if he must act it would be final action taken in a given situation.

As for teaching it would defiantly beat simply waiting for the war to begin once again, and if his teaching could save one student from death whether it be spell or thought then it would be worth it. For the war against the Dark Lord was not over, it was simply taking a break, and he as well as the Wizarding World needed to be prepared for the it begin again,

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