A/N: I realise that this story is odd, its how I saw it in my head and I am not finished with it I am currently rewriting it. If you dont like the story, I am truly sorry and if you do great.
For the person who hated it I have one thing to say to you. . ."OH WELL"
-Keirgan

CHAPTER 1: The Introduction

Dumbledore held his hands out for silence.

"Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts. I have a few start of term announcements. The dark forest is as usual off limits to all students. Right Weasley's?"

Laughter rang out as Fred and George turned almost as red as their hair.

Dumbledore smiled as he continued. "Also I would like to introduce to you our newest member of staff. Professor Welsh. She will be your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher this year."

Everyone looked toward the end of the table as Professor Welsh stood up. She was about 5'3" tall, sparkling gray eyes, tawny-brown hair with white streaks that hung past her shoulders. Dressed in button down black pants, black boots, a black shirt with deep purple undertones, and a Duster type jacket that reached the floor. It looked black but on closer inspection all the seams were a dark purple thread.

Professor Welsh looked out over the tables. She nodded to everyone then retook her seat. She hadn't said one word. Snape being ever the sour sort glared at her. Welsh looked over at him and winked. Snape taken off guard quickly looked down at his plate. Welsh smiled.

After the feast she went up to Dumbledore's office. Knocking softly she heard him say. "Come in dearest."

Welsh smiled as she walked in finding Dumbledore and Professor Minerva McGonagall.

"Uncle, Professor McGonagall." Welsh said as way of greeting, before she took a seat.

McGonagall smiled at her. "How are you feeling Welsh dear." she asked.

"Just fine Minny, in fact never better, why?"

Minerva smiled at her. "You know me always worrying about my favorites."

Welsh laughed. "I'm fine really its been a year since the incident. I am fully recovered."

Dumbledore smiled at her. "Good, now on to new matters." He knew his niece didn't like to talk about the attack that nearly killed her and almost turned her to Voldemort. "You know as well as we do that the sorting hat could never place you in a house. Do you want to choose one to represent or continue to be the free spirit?"

"Free spirit?" Welsh burst into laughter. "Ah Uncle I like that. I think I shall stay unbiased. We know what the hat said about me. Slythindor or was it Gryfferin.?"

The sorting hat spoke out, "I said duel houses for you, you cheeky imp."

They all laughed at the tone of the hat. Albus wiping a tear out of his eye. He loved having his niece around again, she made life fun.

"If there is nothing else Uncle them I am going to head off to bed."

"No, no nothing further pleasant dreams my dear." he said as Welsh rose out of the chair and started for the door.

"Good night my loves," she said over her shoulder to them.

"Good night" they replied to her.