Harry met Ron and Hermoine on platform 9 ¾ just as in previous years. The
buzz on the train was who the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was
going to be, as in previous years. With Voldemort back, most students
believed that this would be the focus of their education for the next
several terms. That way they could all put up a fight. Harry, Ron and
Hermoine weren't that concerned. They'd all had their dealings with
Voldemort in one way or another over the last few years, Harry more than
the others.
The next few days passed without incident, until classes started. First on their schedules was Defense Against the Dark Arts with Hufflepuffs. As the students gathered the rumor mill was still going. The new professor hadn't been present during the first feast and no mention was made of him. That just served to fuel the fire. Just about any name that could be thought of was being thrown about: Lupin was back, the "Real" Mad-Eye Moody, Snape, even still outlawed Sirus Black. But nobody expected what they got.
As everyone was seated, the door in the back of the classroom creaked open. A young man, not even yet thirty, strode into the room. He was dressed head to toe in crimson robes. Even his hood was up. In his hand he clutched a plain wooden staff with a disembodied dragon claw clutching a crystal atop it. He walked stooped over, leaning heavily on his staff. He walked as a man of ninety.
It was only then that people began to notice his other features. The most prominent of these being his skin; it was tinted golden. When he reached the front of the room he turned to face the class. "I am your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." The bitterness of his voice wasn't hidden and didn't escape any in the room. "My name is Raistlin Majere. I am here to teach you how to defend yourself against the foulest creatures on the planet." With this Raistlin took down his hood. A collective gasp escaped from the students when they looked upon his face. His hair was silver and his pupils were shaped as hour-glasses.
A brave Hufflepuff raised his hand in the second row. "Professor, many of us are very anxious. Are you going to teach us how to fight Voldemort?"
Raistlin sneered, "Who is Voldemort?"
That got a reaction. Many Griffendors actually stood up to leave the classroom. Harry stood up and tried to save the class. "Sir! How can you not know who Voldemort is? He is, by far, the most evil and most powerful wizard in the world. He killed hundreds of people a decade ago and just returned a few months ago to regain his empire. He is the most powerful wizard ever!"
"Until I got here," Raistlin snorted.
The next few days passed without incident, until classes started. First on their schedules was Defense Against the Dark Arts with Hufflepuffs. As the students gathered the rumor mill was still going. The new professor hadn't been present during the first feast and no mention was made of him. That just served to fuel the fire. Just about any name that could be thought of was being thrown about: Lupin was back, the "Real" Mad-Eye Moody, Snape, even still outlawed Sirus Black. But nobody expected what they got.
As everyone was seated, the door in the back of the classroom creaked open. A young man, not even yet thirty, strode into the room. He was dressed head to toe in crimson robes. Even his hood was up. In his hand he clutched a plain wooden staff with a disembodied dragon claw clutching a crystal atop it. He walked stooped over, leaning heavily on his staff. He walked as a man of ninety.
It was only then that people began to notice his other features. The most prominent of these being his skin; it was tinted golden. When he reached the front of the room he turned to face the class. "I am your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." The bitterness of his voice wasn't hidden and didn't escape any in the room. "My name is Raistlin Majere. I am here to teach you how to defend yourself against the foulest creatures on the planet." With this Raistlin took down his hood. A collective gasp escaped from the students when they looked upon his face. His hair was silver and his pupils were shaped as hour-glasses.
A brave Hufflepuff raised his hand in the second row. "Professor, many of us are very anxious. Are you going to teach us how to fight Voldemort?"
Raistlin sneered, "Who is Voldemort?"
That got a reaction. Many Griffendors actually stood up to leave the classroom. Harry stood up and tried to save the class. "Sir! How can you not know who Voldemort is? He is, by far, the most evil and most powerful wizard in the world. He killed hundreds of people a decade ago and just returned a few months ago to regain his empire. He is the most powerful wizard ever!"
"Until I got here," Raistlin snorted.