Hello Everybody!
Jess and Felicity here, spare the time to read this great, ripped off,
story type thing.
We've borrowed stuff. You probably have too. So lets all wallow in the
great appropriated world we live in! And give credit where credit is due. J
K Rowling, various rock stars, a tad of leather, our brains, and you - if
you r/r! Let us know how good or bad we are. Do not judge Felicity's slight
leather fetish. We use flames to roast dolphins on the barbeque of love.
Sayonara!
CHAPTER ONE:
It had been many long years since Jon-Michael Paris had stepped through the front gates of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. Time had quickly passed since the end of his schooling, filled with experiences of the darkness of the outside world. He had left school just before the climax of power of He Who Must Not Be Named, and was needed endlessly due to the talent he had produced while he was at school. He had been on an exchange program from Bauxbatons, but had stayed at Hogwarts as he had favored the school endlessly. He shook his head at the deep rooted feeling of depression a first day at school would always produce, and laughed that the same feeling was shared now he was a teacher.
"Allo Jon-Michael!"
Jon-Michael turned around, smiling. " Why, hello Hagrid! Good to see you mate, been well I hope."
"O course, you too as well I hear! Heard you been operatin' in the Ministry 'o Magic..." Hagrid paused.
Jon-Michael sighed. " It's okay Hagrid, I'm not exactly under cover here. Just doing Dumbledore a favour."
"'O! Dumbledores a great man!" Hagrid looked at him appraisingly." So you're the new DADA teacher I hear?"
" I'm getting the kids trained a bit what with.... You know, the current situation of the wizarding world."
Hagrid nodded, understanding."I'm sure you'll be just fine." Hagrid paused, giving Jon-Michael an appraising look.
"They're a nice pair 'o leather pants you got there, too."
Jon-Michael smiled and headed towards Dumbledores' office. "Jaffas" He said to the Gargoyle on the wall. The statue sprung to life and jumped aside. Slowly, Jon-Michael began up the stairs to the Headmasters office. The door was open and there, standing behind a large mahogany table, was Albus Dumbledore.
"Aaah Jon-Michael, I'm so glad to see you. It was good of you to accept the position on such short notice."
"Well, I was going to be here for the competition, so I figured I could do both." Then, Jon-Michael cautiously turned and shut the office door.
"Have you heard from the gang recently?" He asked the Professor.
"Yes, I spoke to Remus and Sirius the other day and am aware of the events that have taken place at the Ministry recently. I take it that is the main reason you decided to accept the position?"
"Yes. I can not believe there are members of the Ministry that have been passing information to the dark lord! Our whole profession is to protect the wizarding world. Aparently, the leaks are part of the reason the ministry decided to hold this...umm, competition, as a way to train the kids in defence tactics without worrying them." He began to pace the vast marble floor. "I personally think these kids need all the training they can get, but I have this nervous feeling in the back of my mind, what if someone past on the competition plans to Voldemort? I spoke to Fudge about it and he did his usual routine, so I spoke to Author Weasley who said he'd thought of that but couldn't find a way of finding out for certain if the information had been leaked or not. I figured that if anything were to happen you'd need all the support you could get, so I agreed to take the position and assist in the running of the competition."
Dumbledore sat down at his desk and looked at Michael. He seemed to be analysing him, looking through him for something. He then smiled.
"I'm very glad you're here. We can always do with another member of staff and if what you've said turns out to be true...Your abilities won't be underappreciated." With that Dumbledore showed Michael to the DADA teacher's office so he could unpack. Well, he thought, placing his books on one of the shelves, another year of school. I wonder if it's the same as when I left?
Sayonara!
CHAPTER ONE:
It had been many long years since Jon-Michael Paris had stepped through the front gates of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. Time had quickly passed since the end of his schooling, filled with experiences of the darkness of the outside world. He had left school just before the climax of power of He Who Must Not Be Named, and was needed endlessly due to the talent he had produced while he was at school. He had been on an exchange program from Bauxbatons, but had stayed at Hogwarts as he had favored the school endlessly. He shook his head at the deep rooted feeling of depression a first day at school would always produce, and laughed that the same feeling was shared now he was a teacher.
"Allo Jon-Michael!"
Jon-Michael turned around, smiling. " Why, hello Hagrid! Good to see you mate, been well I hope."
"O course, you too as well I hear! Heard you been operatin' in the Ministry 'o Magic..." Hagrid paused.
Jon-Michael sighed. " It's okay Hagrid, I'm not exactly under cover here. Just doing Dumbledore a favour."
"'O! Dumbledores a great man!" Hagrid looked at him appraisingly." So you're the new DADA teacher I hear?"
" I'm getting the kids trained a bit what with.... You know, the current situation of the wizarding world."
Hagrid nodded, understanding."I'm sure you'll be just fine." Hagrid paused, giving Jon-Michael an appraising look.
"They're a nice pair 'o leather pants you got there, too."
Jon-Michael smiled and headed towards Dumbledores' office. "Jaffas" He said to the Gargoyle on the wall. The statue sprung to life and jumped aside. Slowly, Jon-Michael began up the stairs to the Headmasters office. The door was open and there, standing behind a large mahogany table, was Albus Dumbledore.
"Aaah Jon-Michael, I'm so glad to see you. It was good of you to accept the position on such short notice."
"Well, I was going to be here for the competition, so I figured I could do both." Then, Jon-Michael cautiously turned and shut the office door.
"Have you heard from the gang recently?" He asked the Professor.
"Yes, I spoke to Remus and Sirius the other day and am aware of the events that have taken place at the Ministry recently. I take it that is the main reason you decided to accept the position?"
"Yes. I can not believe there are members of the Ministry that have been passing information to the dark lord! Our whole profession is to protect the wizarding world. Aparently, the leaks are part of the reason the ministry decided to hold this...umm, competition, as a way to train the kids in defence tactics without worrying them." He began to pace the vast marble floor. "I personally think these kids need all the training they can get, but I have this nervous feeling in the back of my mind, what if someone past on the competition plans to Voldemort? I spoke to Fudge about it and he did his usual routine, so I spoke to Author Weasley who said he'd thought of that but couldn't find a way of finding out for certain if the information had been leaked or not. I figured that if anything were to happen you'd need all the support you could get, so I agreed to take the position and assist in the running of the competition."
Dumbledore sat down at his desk and looked at Michael. He seemed to be analysing him, looking through him for something. He then smiled.
"I'm very glad you're here. We can always do with another member of staff and if what you've said turns out to be true...Your abilities won't be underappreciated." With that Dumbledore showed Michael to the DADA teacher's office so he could unpack. Well, he thought, placing his books on one of the shelves, another year of school. I wonder if it's the same as when I left?