Alright, I know I haven't posted in a while, but I've written a pretty long
chapter this time so.(
AtieJen~ Leroy has the right to tell Everett what to do because he is a superior in the 'family', and Everett has to do what he says, believe me he isn't happy about it. Hope that clears a little up, you will understand a little better when more of the story is posted. Thanks for the review~
And thank you to all of my other reviewers, if you have any questions don't be afraid to ask!!
Chapter four.
874 South Mandarin Street, appartment 21, was now the semi-permanent residence of Everett Trattativa. He sat alone at the kitchen table nurturing a glass of merlow. A half empty bottle was next to him, and all else was bare. The medium-sized flat was dull, lonely and exactly what Everett needed.
If someone had been there with him, or if anything expensive and breakable had been within reach, Everett would have let out all of his anger on them/it. Being dragged away from NY by a superior in the family, and brought back into a world he despised, was always an easy way to anger someone. Everything in his life these past six years had been steadily leading him further and further away from his past, and that's what Everett wanted. To leave the past behind. Now his life had gone and been royally fucked up.
How could he just waltz up to Hogwarts and pretend that everything was okay? Well he couldn't, but Everett could, and that's who he was now. Everett Trattativa, famous club owner, leader of a group in the Mafia, and well respected. Everett could go up to Hogwarts, put on his usual, don't- mess-with-me, attitude and teach DADA. He could sneer, glare and be a royal pain in the ass. He could make Snape seem like a harmless butterfly, or he could be the teacher everyone loved; that one class you just couldn't wait to go to. Ha! He could be and act anyway he wanted. All because no one really knew who he was, and no one ever would, because there was nothing to know. Like he told Draco, he had gotten the ring from the first person he'd killed, Harry Potter, and it was true. Harry was dead, never to return.
Never.
However, seeing Draco again made his stomach clench and his heart ache. He longed to just hold him again, but it couldn't happen, not yet. He wasn't ready to tell Draco. Life was so confusing sometimes, and it was really pissing Everett off.
~*~*~*~
The next couple of days were spent in Diagon Alley, checking out some of the new DADA books, and getting the ones for his class. Not much had changed in six years, but small things caught his eye. Ollivander's front window, for instance, now had a dark blue cloth draped over the display floor with a white pillow on top of it. A long black wand lay upon the pillow, practically radiating magic.
Since his last wand had been destroyed, Everett decided that a new one would be essential, but for appearance reasons only, as he didn't need a wand to perform magic. He entered the old shop and waited for old Mr. Ollivander to appear. He heard 'I'll be right with you.' coming from somewhere behind the shelves. A few moments later an older man with clear blue eyes appeared. He smiled at Everett and said, "Aren't you a bit old for needing a wand?"
Everett's face remained blank as he answered. "My old wand had been destroyed and I am in need of a new one."
"Very well," Ollivander said eyeing him, "Which is your wand arm?"
"My right." A magical measuring tape appeared and took down all the required measurements.
"Try this." Ollivander said handing him a wand, "Holly, 10 inches, dragon heart string."
Everett didn't wave, swish, or flick the wand this time, he just handed it back, replying "No."
Mr. Ollivander looked taken aback, but went to another wand, "Birch, 9 ½ inches, unicorn hair."
"No."
That went on for a while, Mr. Ollivander handing Everett a wand and Everett holding it for a moment then simply replying 'no', and handing it back. Finally every wand had been tried with the exception of one. Mr. Ollivander took the wand from the display window and cradled it in his hands.
"This wand is very powerful Mr. Trattativa, it can be very dangerous or very helpful. If it suits you I hope it will only do good. Here." He handed it to Everett; "It's a blend of Mahogany, Cherry, and Burnt Oak, 13 ½ inches, with a Phoenix feather core. Its brothers have caused great power, both evil and great."
Warmth spread through Everett body, "I'll take it." Everett said, perfectly composed.
He left the shop quickly placing the wand up his sleeve. 'Again he got stuck with a wand similar to Voldemort's, just his luck.' The rest of that day was spent in his flat, thinking.
~*~September first~*~
The clock just chimed, signalling noon was beginning. Everett walked down the streets of Hogsmead, heading toward Honeydukes candy shop as he thought that if he Apparated into the Great Hall, it would give away too much about the extent of his power. Therefore, Everett decided to enter through the old secret passageway from the candy shop. It would be easy enough to make himself invisible while in Hogwarts; it was just the thought of how he would appear.
First impressions, for the most part, were everything. Why Everett had told Leroy he was going to change his appearance everyday was beyond him. Where that thought had even come from was a mystery, but since he'd said it, he was going to uphold it.
The secret passageway seemed shorter as Everett mused over everything. He'd already thought about how he was going to start his lessons. He'd planned the ways his classroom was going to look, and how he was going to look for his first introduction. All he had to do now was put his plans into action. The end of the tunnel appeared before him and he opened the witch's hump. It took awhile to get into the hallway considering he was a lot bigger than before, and the hole was quite small.
A little while later Everett stood in the hall, glaring at the witches' hump. He quickly made himself invisible and headed towards his classroom. The halls of Hogwarts hadn't changed a bit, but the air about them was different. No longer was the happy carefree feel of the halls there, and replacing it was despair and caution. Voldemort still raged on with his petty war, and Dumbledore persisted, but time was running out for the wizarding world.
Everett finally reached his classroom without trouble. He entered the room, and quickly locked the door behind him. Familiar tables and chair were set up in neat rows and a freshly cleaned blackboard stood in front of the class. Everett smiled and clapped his hands once; the tables and chairs disappeared with a small pop. A wave of his hand changed the stone floor into gleaming black marble. Randomly selected parts of the floor had small logos on them, like The Black Swan, The Olive, Neptune, Silver Moon, The White Heart and Checkers. Now the floor clashed horribly with the walls, so Everett waved his hand again and morphed the walls. They all now looked like regular walls painted black, but with a simple flick of his wrist, a misty smoke appeared before them changing colours smoothly. Long glass panels were placed in front of the smoke to hold it in place. The windows now had floor length, heavy white drapes on either side of them, contrasting nicely.
Everett changed the blackboard to fill across one wall, striping it directly in the middle. He clapped his hands to bring back the tables, which were now sleek with chrome legs and had white quill and ink holders. The chairs returned as well, similar but with comfortable cushions make of black leather with a white stripe going down the middle. Everett's desk looked the same but bigger, and with a nice high backed leather chair. He filled the desk with silver quills and clear inkpots that clearly showed the coloured inks in them. Parchment was neatly stacked on his desk and his wand was stashed sagely in a hidden drawer. Everett was very pleased with how well the room turned out and quickly locked his spells in place, before leaving for his quarters.
Everett's rooms were located close to his classroom, behind a portrait of all the Hogwarts founders. His rooms had the same medieval look about them. Deciding this was fine he only changed the bed to a king size with a thick white comforter and black sheets. Taking the downsized trunk out of his pocket, Everett returned it back to its proper size and magically unpacked his items.
The time was now 5:30 and the students were just arriving. He peered out of his window to see the final carriages drop off their students. Everett quickly calculated the time it would take to get the first years sorted and get himself introduced. Therefore, he has about twenty minutes. Good. That was all he needed.
Standing in front of his full-length mirror he removed all glamour on himself and stripped off all clothing except his boxers. In front of him stood a very well toned, tanned, and recognizable, Harry Potter. Now the fun began. Firstly he started with the hair, deciding he wanted to keep it long and black he tied it severely into a low ponytail with a piece of white leather. Next his eyes, no more green for him today that was for sure. Everett waved a hand in front of them and blinked once. Where there were two blazing emerald eyes now stood one dark blue eye and one black eye. Harry chuckled slightly. Now for bone structure, higher cheekbones, sharper chin, and a more aristocratic nose. 'No matter how much I change myself I can never manage to be ugly.' Everett mentally thought to himself, before laughed openly. How conceited of him. He stayed with same height, but darkened his skin a few shades and slimmed his shoulders.
Step two, clothes. Unlike his usual black pants he now wore sleek white pants and a high collar black dress shirt. A white vest fitted nicely over the black shirt. He added a pair of Armani black shoes, without the silver toe, and black socks. The pants draped an inch or so over the shoes forming a perfect fit. Everett put on a long, floor length, black coat the buttoned precisely with the white vest; showing enough to know it was there, but hiding the rest perfectly. One last clothing item was added that a wizard must have, a cloak. It was heavy and white with a black lining, and it was mostly added for the billowing effect, but it also completed the ensemble perfectly.
Just as an afterthought, as Everett was making his way towards the entrance hall, he snapped his fingers and a cane appeared in his hand. It was thin and black with a white spiral stripe wrapping its way around it. At the top was a silver snake's head that connected with the stripe, but within the snake's mouth was a dark blue sapphire to match his blue eye.
Apparently Everett's timing had been perfect, as he approached the doors to the Great Hall he could hear the all-to-jolly voice of Albus Dumbledore. Anger boiled inside him, but he composed his face into a blank mask as Albus called his name. "Would everyone please give welcome to your newest Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor, Professor Everett Trattativa."
Everett motioned with his hand, throwing the doors open hard enough to bang them against the walls. Everyone in the room jumped. He strode purposely down the middle isle towards the Head Table. He stared with emotionless eyes at the students who looked somewhat frightened. As he looked at the other teachers his mask didn't falter, even on Draco, but when he landed on Dumbledore his eyes flashed and levelled a glare so deadly at Albus that it made the Headmaster shudder.
Everyone that was behind him already couldn't see the pure hatred coming forth from Everett's eyes, but those who did see were both frightened and curious. Who was the man that dare go up against Dumbledore, so openly, who was so clearly surrounded by friends? None could say they really knew.
Everett made his way to the customary, 'new-teacher' seat next to Dumbledore. With one final look at the students, Everett took his seat. On the left of him was the headmaster, and on the right was Severus Snape. 'Ugh.' He groaned inwardly.
Albus tried to start a friendly conversation with the new Professor. "So Everett, after the feast I shall show you to your rooms, I'm sure you'd like to-."
Everett cut the Headmaster off in a lifeless voice. "Headmaster Dumbledore, thank you for the offer, but I've already been to my rooms."
"Very well. but please call me Albus." Albus said in a very forced cheerful voice.
"I will do no such thing Headmaster," Dumbledore was taken aback. "We're not friends, nor do I wish to become friends with you." The hall went silent; "You however may call me whatever you desire." Everett finished his little speech and returned to eating, ignoring the Headmaster altogether.
After the students started eating again Severus hissed in his ear. "How dare you come to Hogwarts and insult the Headmaster in front of the entire student body. After he so graciously let you come here to work. You are-."
"Severus," Everett hissed back in an equally deadly voice, "I needn't remind you that I do not want to be here, and do not care about the reputation of the Headmaster. If you want to blame anyone here, blame Leroy, he was the one who forced me to come here. Otherwise I suggest you don't impinge on things you clearly cannot understand."
Severus's eyes practically popped out of his head with rage. No one spoke to Severus Snape like that, no one. He opened his mouth to reply, but Everett had turned to the Headmaster. "Thank you for the meal Headmaster Dumbledore, but it's time I return to my quarters." Everett excused himself from the table and glided down the row of tables and out the doors. Everyone was shocked at what had just happened at the Welcoming Feast.
~*~ ET Quarters ~*~
When Everett reached his bedroom he quickly snapped his fingers and was stripped down to his boxers. His glamour was also removed, and he made his way over to the closet. Picking a very faded sea green shirt and a baggy pair of tan pyjama pants, he quickly put them on and walked over to the window.
He had a view of the lake and could just make out the quidditch pitch. Quidditch. He hadn't played since he left, and even thought that used to be one of his favourite things, he didn't even want to play in the slightest. He hated to admit it but he was bitter, bitter about everything that had to do with magic and that world. They had abandoned him and sent him to Hell. Only three people came to his rescue, three out of the whole magical community. Now he didn't even have them.
Of course there is Leroy but he was the one who brought him here in the first place, so he was out for a little while. He could always go to Draco and tell him the truth, but did he even want to be with Draco anymore? He just didn't know anymore.
Everett sadly shook his head and walked over to his bed. Climbing into the comfortable bed, he fell asleep before his head hit the pillows.
~*~ Next Morning, ET classroom *~*
Five minutes before his first class started, Everett was checking over his new features. Today he had broad shoulders, a square chin, lower cheekbones, golden-yellow feral eyes, and a bald head. He extended his scar up into his scalp and down so it crossed over one eye and into his cheek. He had a light, button down, no-sleeve black shirt and black pants. A lightweight silver cloak topped it all off. Everett sat down in his high back chair and faced the chalkboard, behind his desk.
The bell rang and his 7th year Slytherin/ Gryffindor students filed into the strange looking room. The chair hid Everett from sight, as he listened to their petty conversations. "I hope this guy is better than the others, he looked pretty nasty last night." "Maybe he's a Death Eater, you heard what he said to Dumbledore last night." "God Creevey, not everybody is a Death Eater, just because they don't like the Headmaster." "Yeah you would know wouldn't you Malfoy, your whole family's Death Eaters." From all the noise being made Everett assumed Creevey and Malfoy had gotten into a fight. 'Here we go' Everett sighed.
"10 points from you both for fighting." A deep voice called from behind the chair. The students gasped and scrambled to their seats. Slowly the chair turned to face the class showing the bald form.
Feral yellow eyes scanned the class. "I am Professor Trattativa, or T, whichever you prefer. I do not allow fighting in my class and next time this happens the consequences will be dire indeed." Everett easily stood and walked to the front of the class. "In my classroom I do not tolerate any type of house rivalries. If you make the mistake of insulting or anything of that nature because of house, you will immediately be thrown out of my class and get a failing grade for the year." The students paled slightly. Everett smirked.
"Now that we understand each other I think we'll start class today with a little test." Everett snapped his fingers and black sheets of parchment appeared in front of each student. "Don't worry," he continued, "this will be the easiest test of the year. All you have to do is write your first and last name on the top of the page, and under your name state your house and year."
Confused students quickly did as they were told, and looked back up to their new Professor. Everett's face returned to a blank state. "Everyone place their right hand onto the centre of the page. Good, now close your eyes and don't move your hand." Everett waved his hand slowly over the student's heads.
Instantly the papers turned a different glowing colour. Shocked, the students opened their eyes and looked at their glowing papers. "Take your hand off the parchment." They quickly took their hand away. "See that wasn't too hard now was it?" Everett stood with his hands parallel to the floor; he lifted them slightly and the sheets rose off the desks. He brought his hands together and the papers quickly zoomed across the room and paired with another piece of paper. A flick of the wrist sent the papers into a neat stack on Everett's desk.
Everett looked at his students. "Everyone stand up." He barked. They quickly stood and Everett picked up the stack of papers. "This will be the seating arrangement for the rest of the year. Don't complain." The students just nodded dumbly. "When I call your name please take your seat. Kanter and Boilios, you two here," He pointed towards the first desk. "Samson and Dandles, here," again pointing to a desk. "Cosigner, Partompus." Everett went on without pausing until he reached the seat in front of his desk. He let a low chuckle escape and looked at the waiting students. "Interesting, Malfoy and.Creevey you two here." He said, pointing to the desk.
Being the Malfoy he was he immediately spoke up, "Excuse me Professor, but since you are new here you don't know about Creevey and myself."
"Oh," he said arching his eyebrow, "what should I know." The Malfoy boy smiled, "Well sir, we don't get along at all, it would be disastrous for us to be seated next to each other. I would much rather prefer to be seated with someone else." A smug expression appeared on the boys' face.
"Mr. Malfoy," Everett drawled, "You would prefer to be seated somewhere else? Is that right?" he asked, approaching the boy slowly.
"Yes sir."
"Well then," the Professor leaned down close to Malfoy's face, "I suggest you get over your little problem, and take your seat." Everett hissed between his teeth.
"My father." Malfoy mumbled quietly after Everett turned his back.
"Your father, Mr. Malfoy, is who exactly?" He asked whipping around.
"My father is Kahlan Malfoy, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement." He answered, puffing his chest out a little.
"You would be related to Lucius Malfoy and Professor Malfoy, then?"
"Yes, that's my uncle and my cousin."
"Then you can tell your father, uncle and cousin that I couldn't care less about what they have to say." Everett spat out. Coelin Malfoy's jaw practically hit the floor. "Now take your seat or get out of my sight!" Malfoy took his seat, and Everett continued reading off names. After everyone was settled Everett stood in the front of the class again. "Now I've placed you in your specific seat because of the amount of power you have."
"Professor, how can you tell how much power we have?" a girl with brown hair asked.
"I can tell Miss."
"Martin."
"Miss Martin, because of the test you just took. The parchments were charmed with a spell that quickly identifies your Power Levels, or PL. Each colour is a different level of power, and the papers quickly paired you up with another paper with the same or close to it, colour, and with a person from the opposite house.
"The PLs range in colours between Red, Blue and Yellow, and on a rare occasion Black, Silver and White." Before they could ask Everett flicked their papers back to them, now with a colour and what level it meant on them. "PLs are also divided into levels 1-10, and as you can see you now have your colours and levels." Everett glanced at the clock. "I want a two foot long paper on what your colour and level means, also list at least five famous people who have your colour and what they've done with lives. Now get out of my sight."
Everyone scrambled to get out of the room, glad to be let out early. Everett sighed and sat down in his chair. 'God' he thought 'I have to deal with another Malfoy.' They were all the same, spoiled and dependent on their fathers and always would be. Except for Draco, he escaped and turned out better then those snobs.
The rest of his classes were spent the same way, except for the Malfoy nonsense, and Everett went down to the Great Hall for dinner.
(a/n I was going to stop it here but I haven't posted for a while so I felt bad he he.)
Almost everyone was already gathered for dinner. A constant chatter filled the chamber, and Everett slipped in unnoticed to find Leroy had apparently saved him seat next to him. Unfortunately, the infamous Professor Trelawney occupied the seat next to the empty space. 'Of all the days she could have come to dinner, I had to be seated next to her!' Mentally sighing, Everett gracefully slipped into his seat.
Leroy smiled at him. "I never imagined you as bald."
Everett sneered. "I never imaged myself having to change looks everyday. Why I ever said that I was going to in the first place is beyond me." Everett quickly scanned the Head table, seated next to Leroy was Snape, next to him was Draco, then McGonagall and Dumbledore. Next to Sybil was an uncomfortable Professor Sinistra, and next to her was a familiar man, but he just couldn't put a name to the face.
The man had dirty blonde hair, a lean frame and light brown eyes, and he was chatting happily with another man, who Everett instantly knew. The fiery red hair gave him away immediately. Weasley. Ronald Weasley to be precise. Everett mentally fumed but controlled himself from attacking him then and there.
Instead, he opted for casual conversation that would get some information out about certain people. Everett lowered his voice slightly. "Who is that man next to Sinistra?" he asked, nodding his head towards the blonde.
Leroy discretely glanced at the Professor in question. "Oh, very kind man, that's Neville Longbottom. He's the Herbology Professor, but this is only his second year. Poor Sprout died in an attack on her home a couple summers ago."
Neville? Yes, he could see some similarities, but what happened to the short chubby boy he knew? As Everett thought harder about it, he remembered Neville hadn't been there the day he left; he had been at St. Mungos with his parents. Interesting, but Everett carried on. "And the redhead next to him?"
"Ronald Weasley, he's the Care of Magical Creatures Professor. I don't particularly like him much. Maybe it's just an old instinct from the family, but there's something strange with that one."
Everett raised an eyebrow and glanced at Ron. "Strange?"
Leroy furrowed his eyebrows, "I don't know, he just seems too trusting for his own good, a little to happy if you ask me. I mean we're in the midst of a war and he's so cheerful all the time."
"Hmm," Everett touched his scar lightly. "Is there anyone else that have given you mixed feelings? I've always been good at getting things out of people, if need be."
Leroy gave him a sharp look. "We're not doing missions for the family at the moment. I really don't think that we'll be needing your.services. Anyway, he's the only one I don't trust completely." Leroy gave him another look and lowered his voice even more. "I'm sure everyone here doesn't trust you now, what was that little display last night? Going against Dumbledore, what were you thinking?"
"I'm told you already Leroy, I dislike the Headmaster greatly. I was simply making it clear to him, and if anyone happened to be listening, to them as well."
"They're going to think you're some kind of Death Eater Ev" Leroy paused. "You're not are you? You were one of the best in the family but."
"Don't be ridiculous, I'm not a Death Eater, I loath them completely. You don't have to worry about that."
Leroy eyed him. "You'd better not be Everett, I'm trying to get the other Professors to trust you, but we can't be too careful these days. You're the DADA teacher, if Hogwarts or somewhere close to us is attacked, your assistance is going to be required."
Everett waved his hand dismissively. "Personally, I will help only, and I mean only, if it's a direct attack that I can help with. I'm not going gallivanting off on one of Dumbledore's missions."
Leroy opened his mouth to reply but was cut off.
"Lets not talk about this right now."
"Fine, but."
"No buts, Leroy." Everett quickly changed the subject. "Tell me how exactly did Binns leave his teaching position?"
Leroy gave him a stern look, but chuckled and launched into a story. By the end, Everett was laughing so hard that some of the other Professors were watching him with curiosity. Everett reached for his water to calm himself and accidentally knocked Professor Trelawney's water over, onto her food.
Immediately Everett apologized and muttered a drying spell, but Sybil just waved it off and stared into Everett's eyes. It was kind of creepy the way she looked at him and suddenly out of nowhere she grabbed his hand and turned it palm up. By now most of the teachers were openly watching, or not so discreetly listening to the old coot.
"My dear, I feel a strong urge to read your future," Sibyl's misty voice hadn't changed. She traced the lines of his hand lightly. "You've had a very hard youth, and it seems that you're hiding something."
Ron chose that moment to speak, "Of course he's hiding something, he bloody looks different everyday." Ron laughed, but quieted at the glare Everett sent him.
"Oh my!" Trelawney gasped, clutching his hand, and now all the other teachers were silent to hear her over the chattering students. "I'm so sorry, my poor, poor dear. My inner eye has just shown to me your death. I'm afraid that you won't make it past this term. Death surrounds you." Trelawney's eyes went all big and scared looking, still tightly holding Everett's hand.
McGonagall scoffed quietly, but the rest of the teachers were waiting to see Everett's' reaction.
Surprising everyone, Everett laughed outright in Trelawney's face. Sybil looked taken aback and let go of Everett's' hand. Everett smiled. "It's good to see that something don't change."
"My dear, don't be afraid of your future, it's inevitable."
Everett smiled again. "I'm afraid you're right Professor, I must face it, I will die before term ends. Thank you for clearing my path for me." Everett said sarcastically, and turned back to Leroy, whose face was mixed with confusion. "She's been predicting my death since third year." He told Leroy quietly.
Leroy shakily laughed, as did almost everyone else, but out of the corner of his eye he saw Snape and Malfoy looking curiously at him.
"I've had a long day, I'm just glad that tomorrow is Saturday. I'll see you tomorrow then Leroy, I'm heading out." Still chuckling about Trelawney's prediction of his umpteenth death, Everett made his way to his chambers. Again changing into his normal form and putting on a pair of baggy black pants and a light blue shirt, he fell into his bed hoping for a peaceful night
~*~ Saturday morning *~*
Saturday mornings were Everett's' favourite part of the week. He usually didn't have to go on a job for the family, and it was nice to wake up and know you made it through another week. Everett yawned and got up to take a shower.
When he came back out neat and clean, he opted for the casual look. Throwing on a black T-shirt with the logo of Checkers, his first club, on it in white and red, he picked a pair of black casual pants and slipped on some black Reef flip-flops. Changing his hair to a short light brown and his eyes to a light blue, he headed out into the halls.
It was still early, so Everett didn't expect a lot of people to be in the Great Hall. He was right. Three Professors were at the Head Table and only a few students were scattered about the Hall. The teachers quickly noticed him enter, but the students didn't seem to notice, or care. As he drew nearer to the Head Table, he found that the teachers were Snape, McGonagall and a still very sleepy Neville. Out of the choices between sitting next to Longbottom or Snape, Neville won by a long shot. As he sat the teachers' eyed him, noticing the lack of cloak, but he just smiled and placed some eggs onto his plate.
Neville stared at him for a while, then shook himself and offered him his hand. "I'm Neville Longbottom, the Herbology Professor."
Everett look at him, his face was so determined, so Everett complied. "It's a pleasure to meet you Neville," He shook his hand. "Everett Trattativa, DADA."
Neville visibly let out a breath; obviously afraid that he would be rejected like Dumbledore was. "Can I ask you a question Mr. Trattativa?"
"Call me Everett, and go ahead."
Snape and McGonagall shared a glance, and Neville smiled. "Why do you change your appearance everyday?"
"It was one of my terms of agreement, when I came to work here. If I think about it, I don't really know why I made it a term, but I did and here we are." Everett chuckled.
Neville laughed with him, but continued. "Then why are you wearing muggle clothes? Was that another term?"
This?" Everett asked, picking at the shirt. "Well, I've been living as a muggle for six years and these really are quite comfortable. See this," he said, pointing to the logo. "This was the first Club I opened, that's what I usually do. I own clubs, very clean classy clubs. I'd just opened The Black Swan in London when I got roped into this." He told Neville, motioning towards the Hall.
"The Black Swan?" Neville looked astonished.
Everett nodded.
"I had to make reservations for that place three months ago just to get my wife and I in."
Everett raised his eyebrows. "Well, I'm happy to hear that The Black Swan will be just as successful as my other clubs. The longer its open the easier it will be to get in, but if you ever want to go just give me a call. I can get you in." Everett smiled. "Who's your wife?"
Neville blushed. "Previously Ginny Weasley, now Ginny Longbottom. We only got married a couple months ago, but we've been together for a while."
Everett hid his astonishment, and smiled. "That's great Neville."
Neville looked very pleased with himself for marrying her.
"Weasley?" Everett pretended to look puzzled. "That wouldn't be Professor Weasley's sister would it?"
"Yes actually, his younger and only sister. HE was my best man at the wedding, we've been pretty close after."
McGonagall interrupted. "So Mr. Trattativa, I've heard some interesting things about your classes on Friday."
Everett looked past Neville to McGonagall, and raised an eyebrow. "Have you?"
"I heard that you've told your students that if they display any sort of bad behaviour because of house distinctions that they are to be expelled from your class. Is that correct?"
"Yes, is there a problem with that?" he said, slipping into Mafia mode. "I find that house rivalries are petty and unneeded, especially during a war, and in my classes I won't tolerate it."
McGonagall nodded and accepted his answer. "I'm glad to hear it," she said after a moment, "I agree that during times like these there is no additional need to be fighting."
"Good, then we are working on the same terms here Professor McGonagall." Everett said, relaxing a little. Unconsciously, he ran a hand through his hair in a casual gesture.
Both Snape and McGonagall clearly saw the golden ring on Everett's finger. McGonagall covered her mouth in shock, while Snape narrowed his eyes and asked in a deep voice, "Who exactly are you Everett?"
Everett looked at them shocked, and then looked at the ring. Neville looked between Everett and the Heads in confusion. Everett quickly regained his balance and glared at Snape. "You know you can't ask me that Severus."
"Well, I bloody well am!"
McGonagall spoke softly but sternly. "Where did you get that ring?"
"God, what is it with you people?" Everett asked in a deadly tone, knowing exactly what it was, but they didn't need to know that. "First Draco, now you two." Everett got up and walked behind the two Professors and leaned down in between them. Speaking in a soft, deadly voice he said, "I got this ring from the first person I killed, as a sort of memory of him. Get it?" Everett walked off, his flip-flops making distinct noises throughout the hall.
When he was out of the doors he bumped into someone, Dumbledore, "Bloody hell." he said quietly.
"Indeed," Dumbledore replied in a cheerful voice, "You're just the man I was looking for, I think it's time we had a little chat. There are some things we need to clear up. If you could just follow me to my office then." Dumbledore's eye was twinkling a little too much for anybody's good.
Well that's the end for now, I hope you liked it. The next chapter won't be out for a couple weeks, for I'll be gone. Hopefully ff.net is working so I can post this chapter today.
AtieJen~ Leroy has the right to tell Everett what to do because he is a superior in the 'family', and Everett has to do what he says, believe me he isn't happy about it. Hope that clears a little up, you will understand a little better when more of the story is posted. Thanks for the review~
And thank you to all of my other reviewers, if you have any questions don't be afraid to ask!!
Chapter four.
874 South Mandarin Street, appartment 21, was now the semi-permanent residence of Everett Trattativa. He sat alone at the kitchen table nurturing a glass of merlow. A half empty bottle was next to him, and all else was bare. The medium-sized flat was dull, lonely and exactly what Everett needed.
If someone had been there with him, or if anything expensive and breakable had been within reach, Everett would have let out all of his anger on them/it. Being dragged away from NY by a superior in the family, and brought back into a world he despised, was always an easy way to anger someone. Everything in his life these past six years had been steadily leading him further and further away from his past, and that's what Everett wanted. To leave the past behind. Now his life had gone and been royally fucked up.
How could he just waltz up to Hogwarts and pretend that everything was okay? Well he couldn't, but Everett could, and that's who he was now. Everett Trattativa, famous club owner, leader of a group in the Mafia, and well respected. Everett could go up to Hogwarts, put on his usual, don't- mess-with-me, attitude and teach DADA. He could sneer, glare and be a royal pain in the ass. He could make Snape seem like a harmless butterfly, or he could be the teacher everyone loved; that one class you just couldn't wait to go to. Ha! He could be and act anyway he wanted. All because no one really knew who he was, and no one ever would, because there was nothing to know. Like he told Draco, he had gotten the ring from the first person he'd killed, Harry Potter, and it was true. Harry was dead, never to return.
Never.
However, seeing Draco again made his stomach clench and his heart ache. He longed to just hold him again, but it couldn't happen, not yet. He wasn't ready to tell Draco. Life was so confusing sometimes, and it was really pissing Everett off.
~*~*~*~
The next couple of days were spent in Diagon Alley, checking out some of the new DADA books, and getting the ones for his class. Not much had changed in six years, but small things caught his eye. Ollivander's front window, for instance, now had a dark blue cloth draped over the display floor with a white pillow on top of it. A long black wand lay upon the pillow, practically radiating magic.
Since his last wand had been destroyed, Everett decided that a new one would be essential, but for appearance reasons only, as he didn't need a wand to perform magic. He entered the old shop and waited for old Mr. Ollivander to appear. He heard 'I'll be right with you.' coming from somewhere behind the shelves. A few moments later an older man with clear blue eyes appeared. He smiled at Everett and said, "Aren't you a bit old for needing a wand?"
Everett's face remained blank as he answered. "My old wand had been destroyed and I am in need of a new one."
"Very well," Ollivander said eyeing him, "Which is your wand arm?"
"My right." A magical measuring tape appeared and took down all the required measurements.
"Try this." Ollivander said handing him a wand, "Holly, 10 inches, dragon heart string."
Everett didn't wave, swish, or flick the wand this time, he just handed it back, replying "No."
Mr. Ollivander looked taken aback, but went to another wand, "Birch, 9 ½ inches, unicorn hair."
"No."
That went on for a while, Mr. Ollivander handing Everett a wand and Everett holding it for a moment then simply replying 'no', and handing it back. Finally every wand had been tried with the exception of one. Mr. Ollivander took the wand from the display window and cradled it in his hands.
"This wand is very powerful Mr. Trattativa, it can be very dangerous or very helpful. If it suits you I hope it will only do good. Here." He handed it to Everett; "It's a blend of Mahogany, Cherry, and Burnt Oak, 13 ½ inches, with a Phoenix feather core. Its brothers have caused great power, both evil and great."
Warmth spread through Everett body, "I'll take it." Everett said, perfectly composed.
He left the shop quickly placing the wand up his sleeve. 'Again he got stuck with a wand similar to Voldemort's, just his luck.' The rest of that day was spent in his flat, thinking.
~*~September first~*~
The clock just chimed, signalling noon was beginning. Everett walked down the streets of Hogsmead, heading toward Honeydukes candy shop as he thought that if he Apparated into the Great Hall, it would give away too much about the extent of his power. Therefore, Everett decided to enter through the old secret passageway from the candy shop. It would be easy enough to make himself invisible while in Hogwarts; it was just the thought of how he would appear.
First impressions, for the most part, were everything. Why Everett had told Leroy he was going to change his appearance everyday was beyond him. Where that thought had even come from was a mystery, but since he'd said it, he was going to uphold it.
The secret passageway seemed shorter as Everett mused over everything. He'd already thought about how he was going to start his lessons. He'd planned the ways his classroom was going to look, and how he was going to look for his first introduction. All he had to do now was put his plans into action. The end of the tunnel appeared before him and he opened the witch's hump. It took awhile to get into the hallway considering he was a lot bigger than before, and the hole was quite small.
A little while later Everett stood in the hall, glaring at the witches' hump. He quickly made himself invisible and headed towards his classroom. The halls of Hogwarts hadn't changed a bit, but the air about them was different. No longer was the happy carefree feel of the halls there, and replacing it was despair and caution. Voldemort still raged on with his petty war, and Dumbledore persisted, but time was running out for the wizarding world.
Everett finally reached his classroom without trouble. He entered the room, and quickly locked the door behind him. Familiar tables and chair were set up in neat rows and a freshly cleaned blackboard stood in front of the class. Everett smiled and clapped his hands once; the tables and chairs disappeared with a small pop. A wave of his hand changed the stone floor into gleaming black marble. Randomly selected parts of the floor had small logos on them, like The Black Swan, The Olive, Neptune, Silver Moon, The White Heart and Checkers. Now the floor clashed horribly with the walls, so Everett waved his hand again and morphed the walls. They all now looked like regular walls painted black, but with a simple flick of his wrist, a misty smoke appeared before them changing colours smoothly. Long glass panels were placed in front of the smoke to hold it in place. The windows now had floor length, heavy white drapes on either side of them, contrasting nicely.
Everett changed the blackboard to fill across one wall, striping it directly in the middle. He clapped his hands to bring back the tables, which were now sleek with chrome legs and had white quill and ink holders. The chairs returned as well, similar but with comfortable cushions make of black leather with a white stripe going down the middle. Everett's desk looked the same but bigger, and with a nice high backed leather chair. He filled the desk with silver quills and clear inkpots that clearly showed the coloured inks in them. Parchment was neatly stacked on his desk and his wand was stashed sagely in a hidden drawer. Everett was very pleased with how well the room turned out and quickly locked his spells in place, before leaving for his quarters.
Everett's rooms were located close to his classroom, behind a portrait of all the Hogwarts founders. His rooms had the same medieval look about them. Deciding this was fine he only changed the bed to a king size with a thick white comforter and black sheets. Taking the downsized trunk out of his pocket, Everett returned it back to its proper size and magically unpacked his items.
The time was now 5:30 and the students were just arriving. He peered out of his window to see the final carriages drop off their students. Everett quickly calculated the time it would take to get the first years sorted and get himself introduced. Therefore, he has about twenty minutes. Good. That was all he needed.
Standing in front of his full-length mirror he removed all glamour on himself and stripped off all clothing except his boxers. In front of him stood a very well toned, tanned, and recognizable, Harry Potter. Now the fun began. Firstly he started with the hair, deciding he wanted to keep it long and black he tied it severely into a low ponytail with a piece of white leather. Next his eyes, no more green for him today that was for sure. Everett waved a hand in front of them and blinked once. Where there were two blazing emerald eyes now stood one dark blue eye and one black eye. Harry chuckled slightly. Now for bone structure, higher cheekbones, sharper chin, and a more aristocratic nose. 'No matter how much I change myself I can never manage to be ugly.' Everett mentally thought to himself, before laughed openly. How conceited of him. He stayed with same height, but darkened his skin a few shades and slimmed his shoulders.
Step two, clothes. Unlike his usual black pants he now wore sleek white pants and a high collar black dress shirt. A white vest fitted nicely over the black shirt. He added a pair of Armani black shoes, without the silver toe, and black socks. The pants draped an inch or so over the shoes forming a perfect fit. Everett put on a long, floor length, black coat the buttoned precisely with the white vest; showing enough to know it was there, but hiding the rest perfectly. One last clothing item was added that a wizard must have, a cloak. It was heavy and white with a black lining, and it was mostly added for the billowing effect, but it also completed the ensemble perfectly.
Just as an afterthought, as Everett was making his way towards the entrance hall, he snapped his fingers and a cane appeared in his hand. It was thin and black with a white spiral stripe wrapping its way around it. At the top was a silver snake's head that connected with the stripe, but within the snake's mouth was a dark blue sapphire to match his blue eye.
Apparently Everett's timing had been perfect, as he approached the doors to the Great Hall he could hear the all-to-jolly voice of Albus Dumbledore. Anger boiled inside him, but he composed his face into a blank mask as Albus called his name. "Would everyone please give welcome to your newest Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor, Professor Everett Trattativa."
Everett motioned with his hand, throwing the doors open hard enough to bang them against the walls. Everyone in the room jumped. He strode purposely down the middle isle towards the Head Table. He stared with emotionless eyes at the students who looked somewhat frightened. As he looked at the other teachers his mask didn't falter, even on Draco, but when he landed on Dumbledore his eyes flashed and levelled a glare so deadly at Albus that it made the Headmaster shudder.
Everyone that was behind him already couldn't see the pure hatred coming forth from Everett's eyes, but those who did see were both frightened and curious. Who was the man that dare go up against Dumbledore, so openly, who was so clearly surrounded by friends? None could say they really knew.
Everett made his way to the customary, 'new-teacher' seat next to Dumbledore. With one final look at the students, Everett took his seat. On the left of him was the headmaster, and on the right was Severus Snape. 'Ugh.' He groaned inwardly.
Albus tried to start a friendly conversation with the new Professor. "So Everett, after the feast I shall show you to your rooms, I'm sure you'd like to-."
Everett cut the Headmaster off in a lifeless voice. "Headmaster Dumbledore, thank you for the offer, but I've already been to my rooms."
"Very well. but please call me Albus." Albus said in a very forced cheerful voice.
"I will do no such thing Headmaster," Dumbledore was taken aback. "We're not friends, nor do I wish to become friends with you." The hall went silent; "You however may call me whatever you desire." Everett finished his little speech and returned to eating, ignoring the Headmaster altogether.
After the students started eating again Severus hissed in his ear. "How dare you come to Hogwarts and insult the Headmaster in front of the entire student body. After he so graciously let you come here to work. You are-."
"Severus," Everett hissed back in an equally deadly voice, "I needn't remind you that I do not want to be here, and do not care about the reputation of the Headmaster. If you want to blame anyone here, blame Leroy, he was the one who forced me to come here. Otherwise I suggest you don't impinge on things you clearly cannot understand."
Severus's eyes practically popped out of his head with rage. No one spoke to Severus Snape like that, no one. He opened his mouth to reply, but Everett had turned to the Headmaster. "Thank you for the meal Headmaster Dumbledore, but it's time I return to my quarters." Everett excused himself from the table and glided down the row of tables and out the doors. Everyone was shocked at what had just happened at the Welcoming Feast.
~*~ ET Quarters ~*~
When Everett reached his bedroom he quickly snapped his fingers and was stripped down to his boxers. His glamour was also removed, and he made his way over to the closet. Picking a very faded sea green shirt and a baggy pair of tan pyjama pants, he quickly put them on and walked over to the window.
He had a view of the lake and could just make out the quidditch pitch. Quidditch. He hadn't played since he left, and even thought that used to be one of his favourite things, he didn't even want to play in the slightest. He hated to admit it but he was bitter, bitter about everything that had to do with magic and that world. They had abandoned him and sent him to Hell. Only three people came to his rescue, three out of the whole magical community. Now he didn't even have them.
Of course there is Leroy but he was the one who brought him here in the first place, so he was out for a little while. He could always go to Draco and tell him the truth, but did he even want to be with Draco anymore? He just didn't know anymore.
Everett sadly shook his head and walked over to his bed. Climbing into the comfortable bed, he fell asleep before his head hit the pillows.
~*~ Next Morning, ET classroom *~*
Five minutes before his first class started, Everett was checking over his new features. Today he had broad shoulders, a square chin, lower cheekbones, golden-yellow feral eyes, and a bald head. He extended his scar up into his scalp and down so it crossed over one eye and into his cheek. He had a light, button down, no-sleeve black shirt and black pants. A lightweight silver cloak topped it all off. Everett sat down in his high back chair and faced the chalkboard, behind his desk.
The bell rang and his 7th year Slytherin/ Gryffindor students filed into the strange looking room. The chair hid Everett from sight, as he listened to their petty conversations. "I hope this guy is better than the others, he looked pretty nasty last night." "Maybe he's a Death Eater, you heard what he said to Dumbledore last night." "God Creevey, not everybody is a Death Eater, just because they don't like the Headmaster." "Yeah you would know wouldn't you Malfoy, your whole family's Death Eaters." From all the noise being made Everett assumed Creevey and Malfoy had gotten into a fight. 'Here we go' Everett sighed.
"10 points from you both for fighting." A deep voice called from behind the chair. The students gasped and scrambled to their seats. Slowly the chair turned to face the class showing the bald form.
Feral yellow eyes scanned the class. "I am Professor Trattativa, or T, whichever you prefer. I do not allow fighting in my class and next time this happens the consequences will be dire indeed." Everett easily stood and walked to the front of the class. "In my classroom I do not tolerate any type of house rivalries. If you make the mistake of insulting or anything of that nature because of house, you will immediately be thrown out of my class and get a failing grade for the year." The students paled slightly. Everett smirked.
"Now that we understand each other I think we'll start class today with a little test." Everett snapped his fingers and black sheets of parchment appeared in front of each student. "Don't worry," he continued, "this will be the easiest test of the year. All you have to do is write your first and last name on the top of the page, and under your name state your house and year."
Confused students quickly did as they were told, and looked back up to their new Professor. Everett's face returned to a blank state. "Everyone place their right hand onto the centre of the page. Good, now close your eyes and don't move your hand." Everett waved his hand slowly over the student's heads.
Instantly the papers turned a different glowing colour. Shocked, the students opened their eyes and looked at their glowing papers. "Take your hand off the parchment." They quickly took their hand away. "See that wasn't too hard now was it?" Everett stood with his hands parallel to the floor; he lifted them slightly and the sheets rose off the desks. He brought his hands together and the papers quickly zoomed across the room and paired with another piece of paper. A flick of the wrist sent the papers into a neat stack on Everett's desk.
Everett looked at his students. "Everyone stand up." He barked. They quickly stood and Everett picked up the stack of papers. "This will be the seating arrangement for the rest of the year. Don't complain." The students just nodded dumbly. "When I call your name please take your seat. Kanter and Boilios, you two here," He pointed towards the first desk. "Samson and Dandles, here," again pointing to a desk. "Cosigner, Partompus." Everett went on without pausing until he reached the seat in front of his desk. He let a low chuckle escape and looked at the waiting students. "Interesting, Malfoy and.Creevey you two here." He said, pointing to the desk.
Being the Malfoy he was he immediately spoke up, "Excuse me Professor, but since you are new here you don't know about Creevey and myself."
"Oh," he said arching his eyebrow, "what should I know." The Malfoy boy smiled, "Well sir, we don't get along at all, it would be disastrous for us to be seated next to each other. I would much rather prefer to be seated with someone else." A smug expression appeared on the boys' face.
"Mr. Malfoy," Everett drawled, "You would prefer to be seated somewhere else? Is that right?" he asked, approaching the boy slowly.
"Yes sir."
"Well then," the Professor leaned down close to Malfoy's face, "I suggest you get over your little problem, and take your seat." Everett hissed between his teeth.
"My father." Malfoy mumbled quietly after Everett turned his back.
"Your father, Mr. Malfoy, is who exactly?" He asked whipping around.
"My father is Kahlan Malfoy, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement." He answered, puffing his chest out a little.
"You would be related to Lucius Malfoy and Professor Malfoy, then?"
"Yes, that's my uncle and my cousin."
"Then you can tell your father, uncle and cousin that I couldn't care less about what they have to say." Everett spat out. Coelin Malfoy's jaw practically hit the floor. "Now take your seat or get out of my sight!" Malfoy took his seat, and Everett continued reading off names. After everyone was settled Everett stood in the front of the class again. "Now I've placed you in your specific seat because of the amount of power you have."
"Professor, how can you tell how much power we have?" a girl with brown hair asked.
"I can tell Miss."
"Martin."
"Miss Martin, because of the test you just took. The parchments were charmed with a spell that quickly identifies your Power Levels, or PL. Each colour is a different level of power, and the papers quickly paired you up with another paper with the same or close to it, colour, and with a person from the opposite house.
"The PLs range in colours between Red, Blue and Yellow, and on a rare occasion Black, Silver and White." Before they could ask Everett flicked their papers back to them, now with a colour and what level it meant on them. "PLs are also divided into levels 1-10, and as you can see you now have your colours and levels." Everett glanced at the clock. "I want a two foot long paper on what your colour and level means, also list at least five famous people who have your colour and what they've done with lives. Now get out of my sight."
Everyone scrambled to get out of the room, glad to be let out early. Everett sighed and sat down in his chair. 'God' he thought 'I have to deal with another Malfoy.' They were all the same, spoiled and dependent on their fathers and always would be. Except for Draco, he escaped and turned out better then those snobs.
The rest of his classes were spent the same way, except for the Malfoy nonsense, and Everett went down to the Great Hall for dinner.
(a/n I was going to stop it here but I haven't posted for a while so I felt bad he he.)
Almost everyone was already gathered for dinner. A constant chatter filled the chamber, and Everett slipped in unnoticed to find Leroy had apparently saved him seat next to him. Unfortunately, the infamous Professor Trelawney occupied the seat next to the empty space. 'Of all the days she could have come to dinner, I had to be seated next to her!' Mentally sighing, Everett gracefully slipped into his seat.
Leroy smiled at him. "I never imagined you as bald."
Everett sneered. "I never imaged myself having to change looks everyday. Why I ever said that I was going to in the first place is beyond me." Everett quickly scanned the Head table, seated next to Leroy was Snape, next to him was Draco, then McGonagall and Dumbledore. Next to Sybil was an uncomfortable Professor Sinistra, and next to her was a familiar man, but he just couldn't put a name to the face.
The man had dirty blonde hair, a lean frame and light brown eyes, and he was chatting happily with another man, who Everett instantly knew. The fiery red hair gave him away immediately. Weasley. Ronald Weasley to be precise. Everett mentally fumed but controlled himself from attacking him then and there.
Instead, he opted for casual conversation that would get some information out about certain people. Everett lowered his voice slightly. "Who is that man next to Sinistra?" he asked, nodding his head towards the blonde.
Leroy discretely glanced at the Professor in question. "Oh, very kind man, that's Neville Longbottom. He's the Herbology Professor, but this is only his second year. Poor Sprout died in an attack on her home a couple summers ago."
Neville? Yes, he could see some similarities, but what happened to the short chubby boy he knew? As Everett thought harder about it, he remembered Neville hadn't been there the day he left; he had been at St. Mungos with his parents. Interesting, but Everett carried on. "And the redhead next to him?"
"Ronald Weasley, he's the Care of Magical Creatures Professor. I don't particularly like him much. Maybe it's just an old instinct from the family, but there's something strange with that one."
Everett raised an eyebrow and glanced at Ron. "Strange?"
Leroy furrowed his eyebrows, "I don't know, he just seems too trusting for his own good, a little to happy if you ask me. I mean we're in the midst of a war and he's so cheerful all the time."
"Hmm," Everett touched his scar lightly. "Is there anyone else that have given you mixed feelings? I've always been good at getting things out of people, if need be."
Leroy gave him a sharp look. "We're not doing missions for the family at the moment. I really don't think that we'll be needing your.services. Anyway, he's the only one I don't trust completely." Leroy gave him another look and lowered his voice even more. "I'm sure everyone here doesn't trust you now, what was that little display last night? Going against Dumbledore, what were you thinking?"
"I'm told you already Leroy, I dislike the Headmaster greatly. I was simply making it clear to him, and if anyone happened to be listening, to them as well."
"They're going to think you're some kind of Death Eater Ev" Leroy paused. "You're not are you? You were one of the best in the family but."
"Don't be ridiculous, I'm not a Death Eater, I loath them completely. You don't have to worry about that."
Leroy eyed him. "You'd better not be Everett, I'm trying to get the other Professors to trust you, but we can't be too careful these days. You're the DADA teacher, if Hogwarts or somewhere close to us is attacked, your assistance is going to be required."
Everett waved his hand dismissively. "Personally, I will help only, and I mean only, if it's a direct attack that I can help with. I'm not going gallivanting off on one of Dumbledore's missions."
Leroy opened his mouth to reply but was cut off.
"Lets not talk about this right now."
"Fine, but."
"No buts, Leroy." Everett quickly changed the subject. "Tell me how exactly did Binns leave his teaching position?"
Leroy gave him a stern look, but chuckled and launched into a story. By the end, Everett was laughing so hard that some of the other Professors were watching him with curiosity. Everett reached for his water to calm himself and accidentally knocked Professor Trelawney's water over, onto her food.
Immediately Everett apologized and muttered a drying spell, but Sybil just waved it off and stared into Everett's eyes. It was kind of creepy the way she looked at him and suddenly out of nowhere she grabbed his hand and turned it palm up. By now most of the teachers were openly watching, or not so discreetly listening to the old coot.
"My dear, I feel a strong urge to read your future," Sibyl's misty voice hadn't changed. She traced the lines of his hand lightly. "You've had a very hard youth, and it seems that you're hiding something."
Ron chose that moment to speak, "Of course he's hiding something, he bloody looks different everyday." Ron laughed, but quieted at the glare Everett sent him.
"Oh my!" Trelawney gasped, clutching his hand, and now all the other teachers were silent to hear her over the chattering students. "I'm so sorry, my poor, poor dear. My inner eye has just shown to me your death. I'm afraid that you won't make it past this term. Death surrounds you." Trelawney's eyes went all big and scared looking, still tightly holding Everett's hand.
McGonagall scoffed quietly, but the rest of the teachers were waiting to see Everett's' reaction.
Surprising everyone, Everett laughed outright in Trelawney's face. Sybil looked taken aback and let go of Everett's' hand. Everett smiled. "It's good to see that something don't change."
"My dear, don't be afraid of your future, it's inevitable."
Everett smiled again. "I'm afraid you're right Professor, I must face it, I will die before term ends. Thank you for clearing my path for me." Everett said sarcastically, and turned back to Leroy, whose face was mixed with confusion. "She's been predicting my death since third year." He told Leroy quietly.
Leroy shakily laughed, as did almost everyone else, but out of the corner of his eye he saw Snape and Malfoy looking curiously at him.
"I've had a long day, I'm just glad that tomorrow is Saturday. I'll see you tomorrow then Leroy, I'm heading out." Still chuckling about Trelawney's prediction of his umpteenth death, Everett made his way to his chambers. Again changing into his normal form and putting on a pair of baggy black pants and a light blue shirt, he fell into his bed hoping for a peaceful night
~*~ Saturday morning *~*
Saturday mornings were Everett's' favourite part of the week. He usually didn't have to go on a job for the family, and it was nice to wake up and know you made it through another week. Everett yawned and got up to take a shower.
When he came back out neat and clean, he opted for the casual look. Throwing on a black T-shirt with the logo of Checkers, his first club, on it in white and red, he picked a pair of black casual pants and slipped on some black Reef flip-flops. Changing his hair to a short light brown and his eyes to a light blue, he headed out into the halls.
It was still early, so Everett didn't expect a lot of people to be in the Great Hall. He was right. Three Professors were at the Head Table and only a few students were scattered about the Hall. The teachers quickly noticed him enter, but the students didn't seem to notice, or care. As he drew nearer to the Head Table, he found that the teachers were Snape, McGonagall and a still very sleepy Neville. Out of the choices between sitting next to Longbottom or Snape, Neville won by a long shot. As he sat the teachers' eyed him, noticing the lack of cloak, but he just smiled and placed some eggs onto his plate.
Neville stared at him for a while, then shook himself and offered him his hand. "I'm Neville Longbottom, the Herbology Professor."
Everett look at him, his face was so determined, so Everett complied. "It's a pleasure to meet you Neville," He shook his hand. "Everett Trattativa, DADA."
Neville visibly let out a breath; obviously afraid that he would be rejected like Dumbledore was. "Can I ask you a question Mr. Trattativa?"
"Call me Everett, and go ahead."
Snape and McGonagall shared a glance, and Neville smiled. "Why do you change your appearance everyday?"
"It was one of my terms of agreement, when I came to work here. If I think about it, I don't really know why I made it a term, but I did and here we are." Everett chuckled.
Neville laughed with him, but continued. "Then why are you wearing muggle clothes? Was that another term?"
This?" Everett asked, picking at the shirt. "Well, I've been living as a muggle for six years and these really are quite comfortable. See this," he said, pointing to the logo. "This was the first Club I opened, that's what I usually do. I own clubs, very clean classy clubs. I'd just opened The Black Swan in London when I got roped into this." He told Neville, motioning towards the Hall.
"The Black Swan?" Neville looked astonished.
Everett nodded.
"I had to make reservations for that place three months ago just to get my wife and I in."
Everett raised his eyebrows. "Well, I'm happy to hear that The Black Swan will be just as successful as my other clubs. The longer its open the easier it will be to get in, but if you ever want to go just give me a call. I can get you in." Everett smiled. "Who's your wife?"
Neville blushed. "Previously Ginny Weasley, now Ginny Longbottom. We only got married a couple months ago, but we've been together for a while."
Everett hid his astonishment, and smiled. "That's great Neville."
Neville looked very pleased with himself for marrying her.
"Weasley?" Everett pretended to look puzzled. "That wouldn't be Professor Weasley's sister would it?"
"Yes actually, his younger and only sister. HE was my best man at the wedding, we've been pretty close after."
McGonagall interrupted. "So Mr. Trattativa, I've heard some interesting things about your classes on Friday."
Everett looked past Neville to McGonagall, and raised an eyebrow. "Have you?"
"I heard that you've told your students that if they display any sort of bad behaviour because of house distinctions that they are to be expelled from your class. Is that correct?"
"Yes, is there a problem with that?" he said, slipping into Mafia mode. "I find that house rivalries are petty and unneeded, especially during a war, and in my classes I won't tolerate it."
McGonagall nodded and accepted his answer. "I'm glad to hear it," she said after a moment, "I agree that during times like these there is no additional need to be fighting."
"Good, then we are working on the same terms here Professor McGonagall." Everett said, relaxing a little. Unconsciously, he ran a hand through his hair in a casual gesture.
Both Snape and McGonagall clearly saw the golden ring on Everett's finger. McGonagall covered her mouth in shock, while Snape narrowed his eyes and asked in a deep voice, "Who exactly are you Everett?"
Everett looked at them shocked, and then looked at the ring. Neville looked between Everett and the Heads in confusion. Everett quickly regained his balance and glared at Snape. "You know you can't ask me that Severus."
"Well, I bloody well am!"
McGonagall spoke softly but sternly. "Where did you get that ring?"
"God, what is it with you people?" Everett asked in a deadly tone, knowing exactly what it was, but they didn't need to know that. "First Draco, now you two." Everett got up and walked behind the two Professors and leaned down in between them. Speaking in a soft, deadly voice he said, "I got this ring from the first person I killed, as a sort of memory of him. Get it?" Everett walked off, his flip-flops making distinct noises throughout the hall.
When he was out of the doors he bumped into someone, Dumbledore, "Bloody hell." he said quietly.
"Indeed," Dumbledore replied in a cheerful voice, "You're just the man I was looking for, I think it's time we had a little chat. There are some things we need to clear up. If you could just follow me to my office then." Dumbledore's eye was twinkling a little too much for anybody's good.
Well that's the end for now, I hope you liked it. The next chapter won't be out for a couple weeks, for I'll be gone. Hopefully ff.net is working so I can post this chapter today.