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Mitari came out of the Slytherin boy's dormitories, and down into their common room. It was early, at least for him, five in the morning, he wasn't sure when the classes started here, or when the others woke up, for that matter. His long sleeves covered his hands when his arms were hanging at his sides, which was good when he was holding something he didn't want seen; which right now was a knife.

He sat down in a chair that was a dark green, it would be less obvious then anything silver if blood fell on it. He put the cup of water that was in his other hand on the table, and put a few drips onto the table. He looked at the knife and at his reflection in it. He heard certain magics didn't work in the school, he didn't know whether his own psychic abilities applied; he decided to start small though, just in case. He took the point of the knife, and poked the tip of his finger, and the red liquid started coming out of it. He watched as the red was about to fall, and he made the room his Territory. The blood fell into the drop of water, and the water rippled as it spread and took a humanoid shape, standing on the table. Mitari smiled, he had never made a monster that small before. It was barely an inch tall, and hissed at him, acting as if it was a few dozen meters taller. Mitari's smile faded slightly as he heard the shuffling of feet upstairs.

"See you later." He whispered to the water creature, as it splashed back into a small, pinkish drip from the blood mixing with it. He wiped it off with his sleeve absently, and slipped the knife in his sleeve alongside his wand, which the old man he got it from said it was ten inches of elm, with the core made of a mermaid's hair. 'good for water purification' he recalled the man saying. Purify it for the humans, great idea; the only purpose water had was for his own needs. He would rather contaminate it all.

"Ah, the new guy." A white-blond haired boy said, coming down the steps. "The only transfer that was good enough for Slytherin, good job on that, but your company," He made a scoffing 'pff' sound, "Three in Gryffindor, I hope you were pals with the Ravenclaw." He stopped in front of Mitari. "Name's Draco Malfoy. Nice to see I'm not the only one with enough sense to get up early."

"I'm mostly messed up from jet lag." Mitari smiled. "I'm Mitari Kiyoshi."

Draco nodded, as if he was uninterested, mostly because he wasn't. "'Jet lag?'" He asked, "You traveled with Muggles?"

"I didn't have any other way to get here." He fought to remember what he learned from the books he read over the summer. "No one I knew could Apparate, and I had no floo powder or a portkey."

Malfoy seemed to think about the answer for a moment, apparently he found it acceptable. "I see, okay, I guess." He looked up for a moment. And saw a boy with black and white hair, spiked with a group of opposite colored bangs in front of either eye. His brown eyes looked at Malfoy hesitantly. "Are you coming down or not?" Malfoy asked sternly, more like a demand. The boy came down, he looked about as old as they were, so he must have been in the same year. "Nomed, get Crabbe and Goyle, we need to find out who the DADA teacher is this year." He said, marching towards the picture that protected the Slytherin rooms as it opened, it closed behind him, leaving Mitari and Nomed.

"So, is Nomed your first or last name, no offense." Mitari asked. Nomed made a few rapid gestures with his hands in response. "Last, okay. You're mute?" Nomed nodded. "Oh, okay, so, what's your first name?" Nomed saw a piece of parchment on the table, pulled out a quill, and wrote something down, and handed it to Mitari.

"Raptor, cool name, Raptor Nomed." He smiled.

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"You called, Dumbledore?" Professor McGonagall entered his office, her grey hair in a tight bun.

"Yes, Minerva, I thought you and Severus might be interested in meeting the new professors personally, before the announcement." Dumbledore smiled.

"It would make no difference to me, Dumbledore." Snape growled from where he was standing. Just then, the door opened again, and Ollivander, the wand-maker, walked in, along with two other men, one with short silver-grey hair, the other with long steel blue hair with pointed tips that nearly reached his knees. They both were young compared to the others in the room, looking like they were in their early thirties and twenties. The one with long hair had quite ragged robes, while the other had new ones.

"Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape, meet Sanguinario Phoenix, the schools new Demonology teacher, and Hueso Diablo, who will take over Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"It's nice to meet you." McGonagall greeted them politely, while Snape just glared at Phoenix with disgust. "Ollivander, what are you doing here?" She asked the bony old man.

"Official wand inspection business." He said as-a-matter-of-factly.

"I see."

"Professor Diablo, please." Ollivander said, and took Diablo's wand for inspection. "Let's see...eleven inches of oak, and the core, very interesting, the heartstring of a basilisk." He handed the wand back, after using a spell that made butterflies come out of nowhere (much to Hueso's disgust.) "Now, you, Mr. Phoenix, please. Ah, just as I thought! Thirteen inches, maple, and a very strange phoenix feather..."

"It was from my father." Phoenix said, sounding slightly offended.

"A second-hand wand?" Snape laughed, "Goes along with that boy, Weasly."

"The core, not the wand, Severus." He hissed. They all but Diablo looked at him intently.

"Your father was a phoenix?" Dumbledore asked, noting that even Fawkes looked surprised. Phoenix nodded slightly. "Yes, he was, a powerful one."

"I find it hard to believe that some bird could contribute to the being of a wizard." Snape scoffed.

"Oh, don't you? Back in school, you thought differently." He said sharply. "Dumbledore, should I explain it to him?"

Dumbledore waved his hand in a dismissive manner. "No, Professor Phoenix, that's not necessary. Severus, Sanguinario's father was an Animagus, he could turn into a phoenix; and he seemed to inherit that same ability." He finished, until Diablo forced a cough. "Of course, and so is Hueso."

"Are you both registered?" Snape growled at them. They both nodded.

"Effective May 13, seven years ago!" Diablo grinned.

"Dumbledore, you do realize what"-

"Yes, Severus, just as I was aware with you." Dumbledore adjusted his glasses. He dismissed Ollivander, who left, closing the door behind him. "Sanguinario is a former Death Eater, he is now an Auror, and so is Hueso."

"Never a Death Eater, though, I don't serve big guys with red eyes like Voldemort." He watched as Professor McGonagall twitched slightly from hearing the name. He looked at Dumbledore. "Does everyone do that when they hear his name?"

"Yes, they do."

"Cool. I should squeeze that into my lesson plans."

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"So, do you have to sit with your house or what?" Yana asked, walking to the table and sitting down. Hermione cleared her throat to speak, but Harry beat her to the opportunity. "You don't have to, but certain Professors prefer it."

Yana nodded, "Cool." He got up, and headed for the table at the far end. The Slytherin table. He saw the wavy blond hair and headed towards it.

"Mitari, buddy, how's it going?" He patted him on the head, then put his elbow on his head. He saw the other kids glaring at his robes. He looked at the patch, which had a lion on it. "Is something on here? These are brand new! How could I have gotten them dirty already!?"

"Do the world a favor, Gryffindor and go back to the hole you crawled out of." A girl growled at him. He smiled halfway, as if his feelings were hurt, and took a glimpse of her patch. "Don't tell me, you can take the punk out of the ghettos of Japan, but he'll just be stuck into the battle of a bunch of Brits, right?" He asked Mitari in Japanese. Mitari stifled a laugh. "Yeah, it seems that we aren't supposed to get along. So you better stay away from here, especially with that haircut." He falsely threatened. They both laughed, until they heard knuckles cracking. Yana turned around, two fat guys, and a skinny bright-blond haired boy glared at him.

"You might want to get back to your table, Gryffindor."

"And what are Captain Peroxide and his two pack Twinkie lackeys going to do about it?" He put his hand on the top of Malfoy's head, considering he was so short compared to him. The whole room got dead quiet, and all eyes were on the Malfoy and Yana. Harry looked around, for once, no teachers were there, just great.

"Is he crazy?" Ron hissed a whisper. "I hate Malfoy and all, but Yana will be slaughtered!"

Hermione looked very concerned, "What kind of wand does Yana have?"

Asato raised a brow. "Hmm, sequoia, thirteen inches, chameleon-dragon heartstring. Why?"

"He's dead." Ron stated, he then looked at Hagiri, who picked up a pea, and held it in his hand, which was splayed flat, fingers as far apart as possible. Harry suddenly felt a chill come over him, and he noticed Asato look at Hagiri just as the chill happened.

Malfoy lashed his hand up and shoved Yana's hand off. "Gryffindor filth." He hissed. "Crabbe, Goyle." The two 'Twinkies' pulled wands out, and in human nature, the other students started jeering and shouting 'fight'. Yana looked at the two boys. "You are pointing sticks at me, and I should be scared?" He asked, quite honestly puzzled.

"Those 'sticks' will turn you into a stick, then I can snap you in half." Malfoy sneered. "Move, now."

"You know, I read that you guys used these little things for 'duels', instead of just flat-out fighting, which explains your swollen faces." He smirked, "But, fists have the same effects. Want a demonstration?" He asked innocently.

"Yana..." Mitari said, "I got it." He stood up and turned to Malfoy. "Sorry, he's just a little weird, didn't take his meds, did you, Yana?" He said the last part between gritted teeth. "He's just used to fist fights back in Japan."

"FIST fights?" Malfoy scoffed. "He's a Mudblood, then..."

"Malfoy, is this Gryffindor causing trouble? Before class even starts?" A man with greasy black hair said, his nose was crooked, and made Yana feel a lot better about his own.

"Yes, he came up to us and started threatening us." Malfoy said as the Twinkie two-pack slipped their wands back into their sleeves. "Threatened us with the Imperious Curse."

"Fifty points from Gryffindor!" He said loudly, to make sure everyone heard, and the Gryffindors let out a loud groan. "And another ten!"

"Thank you, Professor Snape." Malfoy said, before sitting back down.

"Thank you, Professor Snape." Yana repeated, in perfect mimicry as he sat down next to Asato. Hermione was the only other one who heard him, and asked,

"What?"

"Nothing, just making new enemies." He smiled, "The world is boring without them."

Hagiri relaxed a little, and Harry's chill subsided, so he continued with his breakfast, until countless owls flew in, and searched frantically for their owners. They looked up as a huge grey owl snapped at an eagle owl that landed on Malfoy's lap, and looked like it was fussing about his very minor wound. The great grey landed on Hagiri's shoulder, as a hyper tiny owl hovered around Ron and a Snowy owl rested on Harry's arm. A letter dropped down in Hermione's and Asato's and Yana's lap, since they had no owls.

"Hey, Gryffindor," Malfoy shouted at Hagiri. "Control your owl!" Hagiri smirked as he finished untying two of the letters on Umi's left leg. The bird then fluttered to Mitari. "It's his owl, baka yaoi hentai!" Malfoy fumed, not knowing what Hagiri called him. Mitari stroked Umi's chest in approval of a good job. He took the letters off his right leg, and saw one was his schedule, whatever; and the other had graceful writing in red ink, but on closer inspection, it wasn't ink.

Seaman, I hope you and Sniper don't forget our purpose on your little vacation. Gate Keeper is still working on the portal, which has been slowed due to a stubborn demon that decided it wasn't very grateful, poor fool. I hope you learn some useful things that could help speed up the process, and don't get too attached to those humans there, they won't last long against some of these demons that are coming out so far, but even they are no match for even the weakest of us, Doctor, the idiot. I'll send you two some things later if that owl can find me, and if it will quit eating the insects.

Signed, Dark Angel

"Nice letter." Mitari turned around, of course, the Ravenclaw table was closest to them, it was Kaitou. "You guys are serious about this aren't you?"

"It's our purpose, to bring them all down. And into death." He answered in Japanese, clutching the paper. Then, it was pulled from his hand and was held by a girl he identified as Pansy.

"It's a bunch of chicken scratches!" She blurted, "At least the signature's in English... Who's Dark Angel? Your girlfriend who can't write?" She teased her fellow Slytherin.

"Don't insult Dark Angel, unless you would enjoy pain so powerful you'd wish you were dead." Mitari snarled.

"Sensui's a guy." Kaitou answered, turning back to Sea Man. "Do me a favor," He said in Japanese, "Keep the 'all hail Dark Angel' stuff to a minimum." He returned to his eggs, leaving him at the others' feet.

Malfoy looked at the letter, taking it from Pansy. "It's Japanese, not chicken scratches. No money or anything, either."

Mitari decided to be friendly. "Well, I'm getting some things sent to me soon." He reached over and pointed to some kanji. "See, that one means gift, and this one means message. So, he's sending a gift."

"Oookaay... why can't you just write them out?" Pansy said, once again sticking her pug face where it didn't belong.

"Don't feel like it." He then saw that Umi was done eating his share of bacon. "Go back and go take a nap, okay?" The owl let out a gruff 'hoot', nipped his bangs, and flew off. He ate what was left of his food, and barely noticed that Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were still upset about Yana's nicknames for them, and were conniving plans to get even.

"Ahem." They all looked up. Standing up, at his chair in the center of the Professor's table, stood Professor Dumbledore. He cleared his throat again. "As you know, we once again, were in need of a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and I would like to apologize for the fact you couldn't meet him yesterday." Harry's eyes wondered over to an empty chair that was where the DADA teachers always sat; next to it, was another empty seat. "I would like to introduce you all to Professor Diablo."

The children all stared as an average height young man, who looked about twenty-three, walked up to the table and sat down. He had long, metallic blue hair that had spiked tips and went down to barely above his knees. His robes were slightly tattered, and almost reminded Harry of Lupin. He had a fair face, but looked like he could use some sun. His grey eyes scanned the students carefully, as if searching for someone.

"Look at his hair!"

"Are you sure that's a he?"

"It's BLUE!"

"So? I charmed my hair pink once."

"It's so LONG!"

"How long do you think it takes to brush it?"

He grinned, hearing the clamor of their surprise. He turned his head respectfully to Dumbledore when the old wizard cleared his throat.

"We also have a new class being held, Demonology." He said, as he paused for the 'oohs' and 'ahs' to cease. "We also have a new professor for that. Professor Phoenix!"

Everyone watched as another man, older than the last, walked in. He had short sliver-platinum hair that wasn't from age, because he looked about thirty; it was sort of ragged, itself, similar to Harry's hair. He was pale, with a hardened look on his face, as if he would rather be somewhere else but tried to tolerate his current location. He had a long scar on the right side of his face that started just below his eyebrow, and ended when it was alongside his mouth. His eyes were unnatural, and looked orange. His robes were new, making the other new professors' robes look even worse. He sat down next to Professor Diablo.

"Demonology will be a voluntary class, and you must sign up for it. Now, I would have made these announcements earlier, but our new Professors hadn't arrived yet."

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"Well, I'm signing up!" Harry grinned, he didn't care what class he had to drop, especially if he had to quit Potions.

"You sure, Harry? Sounds like another chance to get nearly eaten." Ron pointed out.

"It's the study of demons, Dumbledore never said that we would have to deal with demons; besides, I don't think that the Ministry would allow real demons to be used here."

"Never stopped Hagrid." Ron muttered, "And, Dumbledore leaves things like that up to the professors." Hermione rolled her eyes, and in result, caught sight of the three new Gryffindors. "Hey, guys!" She ran up to them.

"What's up?" Asato asked, somewhat tuning her out.

"Are you signing up?" The three boys shrugged, why not, it was the inevitable, they fought demons sometimes. They paused when they reached the portrait of the Fat Lady. "Chocolate Chip." One Gryffindor, Seamus, said, and the door opened. They all walked in and several signed the parchment that rested on the table. The three psychics looked at it and read the list of people in the sixth year:

Seamus Finnigan

Colin Creevey

Lavender Brown

Parvati Patil

Neville Longbottom

Dean Thomas

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Asato saw that the next name was scribbled out several times in debate, but was finally placed.

Ronald Weasly

Asato, Yana, and Sniper wrote their names down; deciding to see what these wizards knew.

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"So, Kiyoshi," Malfoy smirked, "Going to sign up?" He wrote his name on the paper, and then held out a quill for Mitari to take.

"Sure, I guess, why not?" He took the quill and wrote his name neatly on the parchment, with his schedule unfolded in his right hand. He looked at the schedule; right above where it said 'lunch'; 'Double Demonology' was etched magically on the paper. "Hey, Malfoy."

Malfoy sighed heavily. "What?" He said impatiently, and saw the parchment, then looked at his own. "Ah, Double Demonology with the Gryffindors, lovely." He signaled Goyle and Crabbe to write their names down, along with Raptor, who stood off by himself. They obeyed.

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"What do you see, Kido?" Professor Trelawney said mystically, watching as Asato looked into a crystal ball, bored out of his skull. He decided to humor her; he heard she was a nut and a fake last night and at breakfast.

"Shadows, shadows crawling from under lampposts and coming towards me, then, it all flicks orange, then it's all frozen." He frowned slightly, but smirking mentally, "What does it all mean?" He looked almost teary-eyed, "Am I going to die?"

"I'm sorry, but it seems so, Kido. You must stay away from the shadows, because your ruling planet, Mars, is entering Earths' shadow, and will cause horrible things..."

Lavender and Parvati gasped. Ron and Harry snickered quietly. Yana leaned over to Asato and whispered, "Dude, I can't see a thing, how can you?" Sniper grasped Yana's head and turned it back to the orb, "Use your hidden eye, Mitsunari, or as common 'Muggles' call it, your imagination." He flicked his ear as if to say, 'stupid.'

"How about you, Kaname?" She said, barely hearing his voice muttering in Japanese. "What do you see?"

"A motorcycle. And several small pointed objects." He sneered.

She rushed up to him. "Do you own one of these... motorcycles?" He nodded. "It will be your death, steer clear from anything with a point..." She walked off.

"Unlike her lessons?" Ron whispered. The bell rang, and they all rushed out of her class and marched into Demonology, after having difficulty finding it, since they had to move a statue of all four house mascots in order to open the door. They all looked around in the classroom, which was quite large, and had tables made of birch along with matching chairs, standing on steps. They all sat down, Gryffindors on opposite sides of Slytherins. Yana grinned when he saw Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Nomed enter.

"Well, if it isn't Captain Peroxide, the Twinkies, and their other member, Zebra-head!" He said loudly, causing both houses to laugh loudly, and start poking at Malfoy, or Captain Peroxide. They heard a thump in a back room, and the door opened, showing Professor Phoenix.

"Well, the sixth and seventh years." He said silkily, but not in the hateful way Snape did. "Please tell me you have more sense than those stupid third years I just finished dealing with." They all nodded and made comments.

"Good." He continued. "I'm Professor Phoenix, and this is Demonology." He stood in the middle of the class, since the seats were arranged in a stadium-like way. "So, to start off, can anyone tell me how you kill a demon?"

Colin raised his hand, "A combustion spell? Or shrink them and step on them?"

Phoenix shook his head. "There are countless different types of demons, and if you wanted to blow one up, half of them have acidic blood, and there are fire and bomb demons, so you would be doing more harm than help." He smiled halfway. "Though a shrinking spell may work, unless they were already small, or were the size of buildings. Then they'd be as big as you." He bowed his head slightly. "Not bad, though." He heard a snicker from the Slytherins. He looked at them, and one was holding a potion, and doing a bad job at hiding it.

"Hemodius!" Phoenix said, pointing a wand that somehow was suddenly in his hand. The yellow-green-brown liquid suddenly turned a deep red. "Go ahead, drink up, Malfoy." He sneered, "That is your name, right?"

Malfoy looked at Professor Phoenix hatefully, tossed his hair lightly. "You're in Slytherin, correct?'

"Yes, I am." He sneered, no one punished Slytherins. "And those are the Gryffindors!" He pointed to the other side of the room.

"Gryffindor, eh?" He looked at them for a moment, causing Harry to flinch; here go another fifty points already!

"Well, one hundred points from Slytherin, for the Polyjuice potion, and a months worth of detention for Malfoy." He looked at the furious Malfoy. "I've heard a few good stories about you, Malfoy, quite the instigator; not while I'm here." He took the purple hair out of the red substance, obviously Yana's. "Go on, have a taste, it won't hurt."

Harry's mind went haywire. What did Hemodius do? He watched as Malfoy reluctantly took a sip, and then spit it out on the floor. "It's BLOOD!" He snarled.

"A favorite spell and the first I learned." He smirked. "Now, if you were a certain type of demon, then you'd be more than happy to chug that whole vial down." He snatched it up from Malfoy's desk, and took a sip. "Hmm, not bad." Everyone's eyes widened. "Please, you people never tasted blood? When you lost a tooth, pricked a finger, or bit your tongue, wasn't your first impulse to stick your finger in your mouth, stop the flow of blood with your tongue?"

They were quiet.

"Just what I thought." He smirked, setting the glass down on an empty table. "I have a little assignment for you, and it might carry on into homework. I want you to write down everything you know about demons, any kind." A hand shot up into the air. "Yes, sorry, I don't know your name..."

"Neville Longbottom, sir." Neville said, "I was wondering, what if we don't know anything about demons?"

"Nothing?" Professor Phoenix asked, "Name something vampires don't like."

"Um...sunlight?"

"There you go. See, write that you know vampires don't like sunlight, and then say that it's all you know, if that's the case."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were steadily working, Harry concentrating on his knowledge of werewolves; Ron struggling, wondering if Malfoy counted as a demon; and Hermione, who had a little more than Harry, which was stunning, because this meant she didn't know much about demons. Harry peered over to Yana, Hagiri, and Asato. All of them had even more than Hermione, almost twice as long! He wished he could see Mitari's, but he figured he knew just as much. Luckily, the bell rang, cueing lunch.

"Sea Man, hurry up!" Hagiri called, momentarily waiting for his friend.

"Alright, I'm coming." He said, then, "Move, Pansy!"

"Alright, I want those papers Wednesday, got it?" Professor Phoenix said, watching them rush out, leaving him and the former polyjuice potion alone. He looked at it for a moment, put his wand down, and picked up the vial and started drinking from it.

"Accio wand!" A voice said, and a red light came towards Phoenix's wand, and sent it flying over to the greasy haired man standing in the doorway. He looked at the doorway, where Severus Snape stood, hand holding two wands.

"Lost something, Snape?" Phoenix said nonchalantly, taking another sip. "Because that's mine."

"You shouldn't have come here." Snape growled.

"Why? Can't an Auror get a break? Didn't Voldemort teach you anything? Even how to be polite?"

"Not as much as he taught you, demon." He said darkly.

"Did anyone ever tell you that you are a specie-ist?"

"A what?"

"A specie-ist, it's like a racist, only for species." Phoenix leaned against a table casually. "You have always been an idiot, Snape; at least you were smart enough to know what I was back in school. But you never told the headmaster, did you?" He took his wand back, and twirled it around his fingers. "I should ask why, but I won't, I have a certain amount of respect for you wizards, but not much; you're still humans, no matter how much you try to differentiate yourselves from them." He turned to the back room. "Don't let the statue hit you on the ass on the way out." He opened the door, and went in closing it behind him. "I obey only my purpose, Snape, do not interfere..."

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"Mitari, why did he call you Sea Man?" A Slytherin asked; Mitari didn't bother to learn her name.

"It's just a nickname," He said, taking another bite out of the sushi that he was eternally grateful the house-elves had made it. "I like water, so that's what he calls me."

"Sea Man, how stupid is that, though?" Sara Jenkins, another girl sneered, "It's either a superhero's name or someone mispronounced"-

"Don't say what you can't spell." A voice said behind her. She turned around, and saw the cold-eyed Hagiri Kaname, who then looked at Mitari. "Guess what, Slytherin?" He smirked at Sara. "Good news, your IQ tests came back negative."

Mitari laughed slightly, and received glares from his fellow Slytherin. He raised a brow when he noticed their gazes, and rolled his eyes. "You guys don't get selected for your sense of humor, do you?"

Malfoy stood up and stared at Hagiri. "Gryffindor, if you don't want to get a very severe hex put on you, get back to your little friends quickly." He clasped his wand in his opposite sleeve. "Especially with those rags on. I wouldn't even clean my shoe off with those!" The table laughed along with Malfoy, then stopped abruptly when he did. Hagiri's eyes narrowed to slits, and he carefully put his hand in his pocket.

"Sniper, don't, you'll get in trouble." Mitari pleaded.

"You'll get in trouble for what?" They turned around, standing there was Professor Diablo, with a look of amusement on his face. "Look, if dueling in the Hall is allowed, don't let me stop you, but I don't want you guys getting in trouble." He walked up to Malfoy, and pulled the wand out of his sleeve. "Hmm, interesting, dragon heartstring, blah, blah, blah..." He handed it back to the scowling Draco. "I don't know a thing about wands, to be honest, I just felt like mocking that Ollivander guy."

"Don't touch my wand." He glowered. Professor Diablo only grinned, "You're right, I'm sorry, should've asked." He turned to Sniper. "Kaname, right?"

"How do you know my"-

"I get paid to know your name. Sure I get paid poorly, but...Oh, who cares go sit down, you've got to tolerate me next class!"

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Snape walked down the hall, still upset about the nerve of Phoenix, who swore allegiance to the Dark Lord when he did. He wasn't a Death Eater anymore, but it still irritated him, ever since he left, Phoenix had swore even if Voldemort died, one way or another, the humans, all of them, wizards and Muggles, would die, not at Voldemort's hands, but at the mercy of demons. He pulled up his sleeve, and the tattoo was plainly visible. Lord Voldemort was obviously still biding time somewhere. He rolled his sleeve back sown as he turned the corner and walked into the Great Hall, where the students were eating like a bunch of ravenous dogs. Didn't their parents feed them? He drifted over to the table where the professors ate, and sat down in his chair. Professor Trelawney leaned over to him.

"Those transfers... I had the ones in Gryffindor today, and they're doomed, one is going to be engulfed by the shadows, and another will be killed by sharp objects and a motorcycle. You know, one of those Muggle"-

"I know what they are, thank you." He growled; Sirius Black had ridden a motorcycle, so it wasn't a fond recognition.

"Ah, Severus," Dumbledore greeted, "How are the classes so far?"

"As they always are, Dumbledore, chaotic."

Dumbledore smiled. "When do you have the transfers?"

"When they show up."

"They have the same classes as Mr. Potter, Severus, you should know, I would like to know all the professors kept track of their students."

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Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat down quickly. They were interested in how demented this year's DADA teacher was going to be, considering he took the job at the last second.

"His hair was ridiculous!" Ron exclaimed, recalling the morning at breakfast. "I wonder how he did it... I bet Fred and George would pay me to find out!"

"Oh, Ron, calm down!" Hermione huffed, pulling out a quill and some parchment. "I just hope he teaches better than the one last year."

"Aw, you still passed, didn't you? So, quit complaining!" Ron said, then turned to Harry. "Do you think he's crazy?"

"Well, we thought Moody was crazy, and he was... but, that wasn't really him, was it?"

"The real him was a nutter, too." Ron said bitterly. "No offense, but we thought Lupin was normal, and he wasn't, Lockhart was a phony, and"-

He stopped when Professor Diablo walked in, carrying a giant book that had to have been at least ten inches thick.

"Hey, kids." He said, straining.

"We have to read that!?" Dean blurted.

"What?" He put the book down on the floor, it landed with a huge 'thump'. "Oh, no, I needed to burn this, it's a bunch of useless junk from last year, 'getting to know your enemy before attacking', what kind of junk is that?! 'Hi, Mr. Evil Dude, I'm Hueso Diablo, and my favorite color is grey, and one of my hobbies is blowing stuff up, what are your interests?'" he scoffed, "Please, I know the difference between a decent wizard and a psychopath."

There were whistles and applause after he finished speaking. He bowed mockingly. "Thank you, thank you. I guess last year was torture." They all nodded and made numerous comments.

"You haven't been over boggarts lately, have you?" He asked, looking at what teachers over the years had taught. "Guess not...oh, wow, he was a werewolf, too cool."

Harry tilted his head slightly. "You like werewolves?"

Diablo looked up from the parchment. "Well, yeah, I used to be friends with one. Voldemort killed him, though." He raised a brow as the whole class, except for Harry and the transfers, jumped up and let out little yelps. "Voldemort." They all jumped. "Vol"- They jumped up again. "-tage. Gotcha!" He grinned, and Hermione stood up. "That's not funny!"

"Sure, it is. I say a name, and you guys freak out. It's just a name, and if you don't get over that, I'll break out the shovels and we can start digging graves." He said darkly. Then, in an all too cheerful voice, "Now, I'm gonna go open this cabinet, and the boggart will come out, it turns into whatever you fear the most, you think of something funny about it, say riddikulus, it turns funny, you laugh, it dies. You know this stuff, right?"

Pansy Parkinson raised her hand.

"Yes, miss..." Professor Diablo didn't know her name.

"Pansy Parkinson."

"Yeah, okay, what did you want to say?"

"I don't think we were taught appropriately about boggarts, the werewolf was the one who 'went over it.'" She said it as if she was proud of the statement.

"Pansy?" Diablo said sweetly.

"Yes, sir?"

"SHUT UP." He snapped, "I, unlike you, have respect for people who can tear off my head physically instead of using one of these flimsy things," He held up his wand. "To prove a point. I have had werewolf friends, and even played cards with them before, so if you say one more negative thing, about anyone, you'll have a very interesting hex put on you."

She scoffed loudly, wrinkling her Pug-like face. "Like what? Goyle probably knows more about hexes than you!" She pointed at the 'Twinkie'.

Professor Diablo hung his head low and shook it sadly. "Moronus!" He pointed his wand at her, and a blue light fired at her face. When it faded away, her face had black ink-like markings on it, which plainly read, 'please point and laugh, I'm a moron!'

The class lovingly obeyed.

"Hey, Professor Diablo!" Ron waved his hand wildly. "Do we get to learn that?"

"Maybe, if she figures out how to get that off." He grinned. "Okay, back to boggarts. I have no clue what they really look like, but I know what they look like when they see me. Anyone willing to face the boggarts in here?" He pointed to the storage cabinet. "Well, anyone?"

Harry stood up and walked up to Professor Diablo. "A volunteer, cool. Got a name, because I'm gonna call you scar-dude if you don't."

The Slytherins laughed loudly, and Harry looked at them in disgust. Diablo elbowed Harry, and then shouted, louder than them, "Voldemort!"

Dead silence.

"That should be a silencing spell..." He thought for a moment, hand to his chin. "...So, kid, what's your name?"

"Harry Potter."

Professor Diablo just grinned, showing slightly pointed teeth. "Cool, so I open it, you take care of the rest, got it? Okay, here we go..." He opened the door, and a dementor came rushing out towards Harry, who twitched for a moment, but recovered. "Riddikulus!" The dementors' hood turned pink and sprouted flowers all over, then the dementor sneezed from the pollen, and crashed into the wall behind it, then it rested it's 'eyes' on Hermione. It turned into Dumbledore, with an angry look on his face.

"You are a disgrace to this school! Your grades are pathetic! Why can't you be more like"-

"Riddikulus!" She cried out, and 'Dumbledore's' beard reached up and slapped him in the face. He recovered from the blow, and saw Crabbe. He instantly turned into what apparently was Crabbe's mother. She was holding a cucumber and shook it angrily in front of his face. "You, Crabbikins, are going on a DIET!"

"Oh, this is stupid!" Hagiri snarled, jumping in front of the boggart. It looked at him in confusion for a second, and then it turned into a tall, lanky man with slicked black hair and blue eyes. He sneered as he glared at Hagiri. "You failed me, Sniper; you're as worthless as they are. YOU WILL DIE WITH THEM!" He looked ready to attack, when Hagiri pulled out his wand and shouted, "Riddikulus!"

Then, a kitten appeared out of nowhere, and clawed up the man wildly, climbing up his clothes and scratched up his face mostly. It forced the kitten, which then vanished, off him, and looked dead at Raptor Nomed, groaned in agony, and fell to the ground. It vanished, as if evaporating.

Professor Diablo looked at where the boggart had stood seconds ago. After a long silence he spoke. "Huh. So, Raptor, what is it that you were afraid of, because that made no sense."

"He's mute." Mitari said, sitting next to Raptor. "Well?" He watched as Raptor made a gesture. "He's afraid of death."

Professor Diablo raised a brow. "Oookaaay... well, I learned something new. Boggarts commit suicide." He smiled, "So, Raptor, Slytherin, right?"

Raptor nodded.

"Huh. Pansy's in Slytherin, so, I won't award points, but, I've got a bunch of chocolates for you after class."

Pansy let out a whimper.

"HEY! At least I didn't make you like an Animagus, because I'm betting you would be a pig."

The Gryffindors, and some Slytherins, laughed for a moment, until the bell rang. "Well, it's been fun, see you guys Thursday, and I want you to write down you biggest fear, and why you're afraid of it, for homework!" Professor Diablo said cheerfully, bidding them good-bye.

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"So, Hagiri, who was that?" Hermione asked, approaching the Fat Lady.

"Someone I work for. Chocolate Chip." He said dismissively. The Gryffindors all walked inside the tower and split up into their little groups to complain about teachers and so on.

"Hermione, leave him alone, boggarts give people the willies afterwards, you know." Ron said, sitting in a chair. Harry sat next to him and pulled out some parchment. "Jeez, Harry, writing people already?"

Harry looked up at Ron with a 'you-know-why' look.

"Oh." It took him a second. "Oh! Okay, do you want us to leave you alone, because we'll"-

"RON!" Harry said loudly. "Calm down, I'm fine. What's up with the sudden sympathy act?"

"No reason, I'm just kind of..." He trailed off, and jerked his thumb towards Yana, Asato, and Hagiri. "You know? I just don't want- OW!" He looked at his feet, and saw a marble. He looked up and saw that Hagiri had a smug look on his face.

"Calm down, Red, you can tell us whatever, because we'll find out eventually." His eyes carefully moved to Yana. "So you might as well spill it."

"You've had plenty of intimidation practice, haven't you?" Ron said sarcastically. It was Asato's turn to smirk. "Hey, Ron, don't step back."

Ron turned around and gasped when he saw a snake, roughly ten feet long, behind him. "Are you people trying to kill me!?"

"Hmm, tempting." Hagiri grinned slyly. "Put Jack up for me, we have to meet Kaitou."

"Jack?" Harry looked up.

"Blackjack. A gambling game?"

"I've heard of it once or twice, Muggles play it, right?" He nodded, and then the three walked out, the portrait closing behind them.

"You really think he'll do it?" Yana asked.

"He talks to snakes. I have a snake, and he thinks we're shady, of course he will." Asato said, smirking.

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Ron, Harry, and Hermione sat down in the common room together in silence, doing their homework and reading books. Harry scribbled his signature on the parchment, and put it in an envelope and sealed it. Ron was trying to make up his next doom in Divination, and Hermione had her face hidden behind Hogwarts, A History: the Revised Condensed Unabridged Edition. She was writing notes as she read. The silence continued until she slammed the book shut, causing the other two to jump.

"Well?" She demanded.

"'Well', what?" Harry asked.

"Blackjack!"

"Oh, yeah, I need to put him away." He stood up.

"NO!" She jumped up and slammed her foot down. Seamus, Dean, Neville, Parvati, and Lavender poked their heads in from the commotion, but the three took no notice; especially Hermione. "Talk to him!"

Harry's and Ron's eyes widened. She disapproved of him being a Parselmouth, now she wanted him to talk to the snake?! "Why do I need to talk to Hagiri's snake?"

"Because! I think they're up to something!"

Ron snorted loudly, "You always think someone's up to something."

"And they always are!" She retorted.

Harry threw up his hands in defeat. "Fine, I'll talk to him." He said, and sat down on the floor in front of Blackjack. He then saw the other sixth years looking at him. "What?!"

Seamus decided to speak. "We want to watch."

"You want to watch...me talk to a snake." Harry said slowly, as if in disbelief.

They nodded vigorously.

"Okay, but it's not interesting."

"Yeah, well, you can't hear yourself talk it, it's kinda cool." Neville pointed out.

He raised a brow, but shrugged it off. "Blackjack?"

He snake looked at him curiously. "Ah, you do ssspeak our language..."

"Yes, I was wondering, well, Hermione was wondering, is your master up to something here?"

It almost sounded as if Blackjack was laughing. "Sssooo, Sssniper hasss you quessstioning him..."

"Can he speak Parseltongue?"

"He ssspeaksss the language of demonsss, taught to him by the Dark Angel..."

"Dark Angel? Who is Dark Angel?"

"He'sss a psssychic."

"A psychic?"

"Sssenssui Shhinobu he leadsss a powerful jihad of psssychicsss, they wisssh to dessstroy all the humanssss..."

"All the humans? Including"-

"Harry, tell him not to eat me." Ron interrupted. Harry held a finger to his mouth, silencing him.

"Sorry about that. Including wizards?"

"All the humansss... Wizardsss and Mugglesss... they know no sssuch thing as dissscrimination... the psssychics consider themssselvesss higher beingsss."

"But, doesn't Dumbledore know that?"

"I don't know thisss Dumbledore..."

"He's in charge of this school."

"Ah... Perhapsss, if Yanagisssawa..."

"Yana? What about him?"

"He isssn't in my mastersss group... he believesss their purpose is wrong. He hasss the memoriesss of ssseveral people... becomesss them and poses as them... touchesss their head...

"He did that to McGonagall and Malfoy."

"They hide nothing... the psssychicsss are clever, and my massster will ssshoot them all down... all the humansss..."

"Sniper... He keeps flicking things at people."

"Thatsss hisss power..."

"Thank you, Blackjack."

"They don't know... they will asssissst..."

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LL A. K.: All done for now! Five reviews, please! Try six, at least, though! How was it? And one question! If someone could tell me the names of the professors, because I don't know who's in charge of Ravenclaw...I know the others, though, McGonagall, Snape, and Sprout! See, I'm smart!

Falcon-sama: No you're not.

LL A. K.: Okay...Please R&R!!!!! If you do, you get a Firebolt!

Falcon-sama: MINE!

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Falcon-sama: (cries)