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Chapter 1

The girl who'd spent most of her seven years in Hogwarts in silence. The Mudblood. Who'd been tormented by the rival Slytherins; along with her pears. Though that's not what got to her so...no. She had been plagued by nightmares so horrific they were always being replayed in her mind.

Whispering foul secrets to her.

She quickly stashed book under her pillow and began scratching away at her Transfiguration homework, when a knock at the door disturbed her somewhat fragile concentration. She jumped then looked towards the door. "Who is it?" She asked gruffly, rubbing her sore eyes while she was at it. The door creaked open a little and in came a wave of bright light; making the girl squint at its brightness. She sighed. "If that's you Neville...then sorry but I can't help you." she muttered to the slightly open door.

Ronald Weasly frowned at the door and pushed it open, strutting into her dorm room like he owned the place. It's unusually dark in here. He narrowed his eyes some more, searching for Hermione in the dim light. "No...Actually Hermione it's me...you know Ron...your life long pal...?" he said to the darkness he waited for her response. None.

Ron Weasly; tall and bulky. That's how he was now, summers of Quiditch practice and working in The Burrow had certainly done a lot for his physique. He ruffled his already messy hair with his mind wondering off to the last Quiditch game in the season.

She jumped out of the shadows suddenly, making poor Ron scream in surprise. Thump! He fell crashing to the ground over a pile of homework and books. She raiseda slender eyebrow at him as she took in his little situation.

Ron raised his hand up to her, hoping she'd help him.

"Come on Hermione…I could do with some help."

"Maybe… If you weren't so clumsy…" she muttered grabbing his outstretched hand with two hands, and hauling him up eventually. Once Ron was up, he rubbed his sore end, muttering oaths and curses under his breath.

She smiled at him in slight amusement. Walking over to her bed she sat down.

"What is it you wanted then Ron?" she asked

Ron gave her a quizzical look before casually departing her dorm room and only turning once to shout over his shoulder.

"It's dinner time Hermione…'n' hurry up!"

She glared at his fleeting figure; picking up her wand from her bed she muttered a quick cleaning spelling, once satisfied, she grabbed her robes, slung them around her shoulders and pocketing her wand, ran out of her room racing down the girl's dormitory and into the Griffindor common room, where a cozy red and gold fire was alight. She smiled to herself and slowed to a walk once she neared the opening leading to the wonderful world out side the Griffindor common room. She pushed open the portrait; gracefully flinging herself out; were she slammed face first into a concrete wall.

Concrete wall? There's no wall here…well none that I know of.

"Uhh…" she groaned.

Before she knew it she found herself being pulled up by the elbow, then a deep chuckle above her. Wait a minute… Blinking she looked up to see none other than Harry Potter gazing at her with faked concern, lips twitching slightly. Behind him was Ron laughing at her misfortune.

Annoyed she walked past them briskly. They followed behind.

"You think that's so funny don't you."

"No… we thought it was hilarious!" they said in unison

She shook her head at them, and then entwined her elbows with theirs.

First person … POV

The Great Hall was buzzing with chatter and laughter; everyone talking over themselves. Which wasn't really much of a surprise, they always did that…talking and talking I guess, but here I was sitting between Harry and Ron who were discussing their latest and by far most secret weapon that would get us…Griffindor to win the cup again seven times in a row. Whoooopii. I shout inside. I may not look that interested in Quidditch, but really I'm just as excited about feeling the wind in my hair as I am over reading Hogwarts a History…not… that's probably not my favourite but well my first magical book (if you could call that) I've read.

They don't seem to notice me much now that they're lost in a Quidditch world of their own but that might be for the best.

"No Harry…look… if we can nail the defences first then we're on."

"Nah…think Ron…we'll be open to attack…" I gave them both a lopsided grin, hoping they'd notice I was still alive and breathing…well someone did. "Hey Hermione…" it was Seamus Finnigan.

I turned to look up at him, but he wasn't looking at me; no, at the entrance to the Great Hall. All the chatter died sown suddenly only leaving room for hushed whispers; a figure adorned all in black stepped into the hall, head covered in the thick hooded robe of his? Was it even a he? It walked towards the Teacher's table in big confident strides, never stopping to look back at the students who seamed to have all eyes glued on It; well a part from a few student sitting on the Slytherin table, sniggering as It strode past their table.

This wasn't good. It defiantly didn't feel right. When the black shadow reached the table, Dumbledore himself stood up. Raising his arms in a welcoming fashion a warm smile plastered to his aged and weathered face.

"Students…. please welcome Mr. Yaji; who I am honored to say will be teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts this year."

The Shadow turned around to face the students, pulling his heavy black hood away from his face; revealing to us his jet black spiky shoulder length hair and sharp pointy features, startling violet-blue eyes that were even colder than cold itself. His skin was lightly tanned and by the looks of it very built He pulled his features into a fake smile, more sinister than Snape's. Even so the students began clapping whole-heartedly…a teacher for Defence Against the Dark Arts was better than having no teacher to teach it at all.

Harry nudged me in the ribs, grabbing my attention a few moments later, I turned to him. He grimaced then whispered. "I have a feeling he and Snape might be very good friends." He grimaced again. I almost laughed…almost; before I caught the new comer's glacier eyes staring at me and not in a friendly way either. I blinked and before I new it I was again engulfed in the Great Halls lively chatter.

(Back to narrative)

It was now exactly ten o'clock and the students in Hogwarts after having their dinner had left noisily to go to their dorms. Now the professors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry were all gathered together after dinner in the Great Hall to discuss the matter of the new professor they had just received.

Albus Dumbledore waved his arms about frantically trying to calm his professors down a bit. They turned their heads towards him some holding a frown mainly Snape that is. Dimbledore sat down on his wooden chair and gazed at his professors over his half moon spectacles.

"Today…we have not only received a new Professor but shall we say a powerful ally." He smiled warmly at his professors.

He was interrupted by Severus' Snape's monotonous voice about to protest. "Albus…" Dumbledore silenced him with a hand; signalling the Potions Master, sit.

"Yes…yes…I'm well aware of the matter at hand, and will personally do everything I can to prevent it…along with some help of course dear, Severus." His eyes twinkled merrily, even though he knew of the coming fate, which would hit Hogwarts and its students... Hard.

Draco Malfoy sat in the Slytherin common room, silently staring at the fire that roared within the gigantic ornamental fireplace, clearly lost in his own thoughts to notice Crabbe and Goyle tip toe past the sofa, which Draco occupied.

Draco Malfoy. "Bad boy" and also known as "Slytherin prince" lost so deeply in his own mindless thoughts…one would be amazed to see him in such a state. He sighed heavily and turned his gaze away from the ever changing flames, taking in the details of the common room, he leaned back into the comforts of the velvety green sofa, spreading his arms to either side of him in a dominant fashion; he closed his eyes; and sighed again.

It had been almost a whole week at Hogwarts and so far so, much had happened. Yeah right much…All that had really happened was a grim new Defence Against The Bloody Dark Arts teacher popping out of nowhere and four days into the start of the school academic year. He had been thoroughly raking his brain for ideas to why Mr. New guy seemed so familiar. Probably reminds me of father…Lucius Malfoy may be a Death eater but just because he is, doesn't mean that he beats Draco. No. The Dark Lord would have none of that, seeming, as Draco is his heir. Even though ones child still must be disciplined….

A/N: That's as far as I'll go…yes, yes I know it's short but that's the way most beginnings are right? So I need your views and helpful criticism…no making fun of me I worked hard on this chapter and lo…behold…it is not the end yet.