Defense Against the Dark Arts?

By: Angua27



Crowley sat in the Great Hall with a foot propped up on the table. A teacher that looked like David Bowie gone goth shot him a disapproving glare. Crowley flashed a smile at him.

"Good evening students and welcome to a new year at Hogwarts!" declared Albus Dumbledore. This was received by a roar of applause from the students and staff. "This year we'll have two new teachers joining us, Professor Crowley for Defense Against the Dark Arts…" Crowley stood up obligingly and waved at the young 'uns. David Bowie continued to glare.

"Our second teacher is not here at the moment, but…"

"Yes! Yes, I am!" called a very familiar voice.

"Impossible," Crowley muttered, but logic didn't seem to agree because in ran Aziraphale.

"I see," continued Dumbledore. "This is Professor Ziraphale and… You may sit next to Professor Snape, Professor."

"Thank you sir," Aziraphale beamed and moved to his seat.

"What are you doing here?" hissed Crowley around David Bowie.

"Well, I'm…"

"Professors, please. There will be time to talk later," Dumbledore reprimanded.

"I'm very sorry, headmaster. It won't happen again," Aziraphale assured him. Crowley rolled his eyes beneath his sunglasses.

"Wonderful. As I was saying, Professor Ziraphale will be teaching Herbology as Professor Sprout is taking a year off." There were a few groans, especially from the Hufflepuffs. "It's only for a year, don't worry. She will be back. I believe that covers all business. Let's eat!" Food appeared magically on the golden platters, but Crowley ignored it.

"You're teaching Herbology?!"

"Yes. I'll be better at it than you." Crowley chose to ignore this comment.

"Why?"

" I don't know. They sent me here. Probably to look after you."

"Look after me…" Crowley muttered and swung back around in his chair crossing his arms. He hadn't wanted to come to Hogwarts. Looking after children was right up there with getting his fingernails pulled off. He wondered briefly if this was punishment for that incident with the Apocalypse, but decided against it. Hell wasn't big on subtlety.



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Yup. That's it for now. It's really hard trying to write like Pterry and I don't think I even got it right. GRRR! Anyway, please r/r because I really need some feedback here. I'll focus on the HP peeps in the coming chapters. And as always, I like talking with HP/LotR/Pterry peeps so email me if you wanna chat!