A/N: Oh my gosh, this chapter took FOREVER! But, hey, I have my excuses. First, I have to study a lot, because, being the idiot I am, I chose to go to the scientific high school (an high school based on math, physic, chemistry and stuff... and Latin, for some reason. Whatever.), even though I kind of suck at math AND Latin. GENIUS. Second, my little PC went berserk several times. Third, I'm lazy, and I had an author block too. Fourth, I got stuck with Skyward Sword, Twilight Princess and Assassins Creed III. Fifth, I discovered the existence of Ao no exorcist (blue exorcist), Shingeki no Kyojin (attack on titan) and The bizarre adventures of JoJo, and if you're reading this thing then you are probably nerdy enough to know what new series do to your brain. They're just: "Oh, you have to study, buy presents for your granny's birthday and update your fanfics on FFN? What about an incredible turn of events that makes you forget everything?"
So, yeah. Sorry buddies.
Telron: Did you copy & paste your review? ^^;
Doodle Ladle: You are actually right about the "onihime" thing... the correct word is "Ohime-sama", I just made a mistake writing it the first time and then the PC kept "correcting" the word. Let's just pretend it's a nickname Impa gave Zelda, okay? And, yes. It's him. He's one of my favorites too...
Ssssso sssssasssssy XD
Grandshadowseal: Good to know XD
Anyway, Shadow calls himself a demon because he himself doesn't exactly know what he is: he is not from the Shadow Realm, as he's not exactly Link's doppelganger (Dark Link is, though he won't appear in this story), and he's not exactly a monster either. Demons are basically more powerful and clever than the average monsters. Like the creatures that live in Hyrule normally, not all of them are evil, but unlike monsters they all can use magic, and usually come from other plans of existence (D&D players know what I mean). For example, goblins are monsters, while imps are demons. Was the explanation clear enough? If not, please tell me ^^;
Anyway number two, I don't think Harry will notice the similarities between Link and Shadow, as there are quite a few years of difference in their appearance. Not to mention that, even when in his human form, Shadow had dark hair and green eyes, while Link is a blue-eyed blonde. I mean, after all Sheik had the same facial features of Zelda, but did link recognize her? Nopiti nopiti nope! Okay, maybe that's because she covered her face, but let's just pretend...
NaluCibastianSatomiLight: I got crazy trying to type your nickname correctly XD (No copy & paste for me! No no! XD)
Anyway, I'm happy you liked this!
Neko no kami: EH?
Neo-Devil: That's good to know! :-)
Guest: Awww, thanks! (P.S: I'm a girl, so I would prefer "Sis" ;-3 )
Potatoes: Your reviews felt. So. Damn. Good. Aw yiss. XD Anyway, I guess you are right... I should try to improve my English, but every time I write I use the "you can't be perfect with a language that's not yours" excuse, and I give up, cuz I'm lazy XD.
The Lava Queen: Nooooooo... what makes you think that? XD (I'm abusing the XD face, hahaha) There are also Soul Eater and Hellsing quotes, if you look closely...
Wow. This is probably the longest author note ever made.
Pointy eared professor
chapter seven:
Finally at Hogwarts!
Harry hadn't spent much time with Shadow, after the discover of his true identity. Mainly because of the little time he had to pack everything and last-moment potion homework he'd forgot to do, but also because of the reticence of both boys to talk to each other after the traumatic experience.
The-boy-who-lived sighed, as he fought wit his suitcase that simply didn't want to be closed. Truth to be told, he hadn't take the piece of news as well as he would've wanted.
He was freaked out.
I mean, he was a demon! A real demon! You know, sharp canines, blood-drinking, weak against sunlight and garlic (or were those vampires?)... not at all like those sparkly bitches from Twilight. Shadow was dangerous. Right after their... little talk, he had launched a kitchen knife without even looking where he was aiming at, killing a cockroach on the spot.
And then the blade had started floating, a little black cloud wrapping around it and placing the sharp object back into Shadow's clawed hands.
The idea of having something like that living near you was... kind of frightening. Okay, maybe more than just frightening. More like scary as shit.
He hated how he felt like calling an exorcist every time he thought back at the moment he'd seen his new friend with elf-like ears and red eyes, but it wasn't like he could help it.
It was only human to be scared of the dark.
The bag finally closed, and he sighed.
xxx
"What's all this racket?" Asked Ron, who'd just being ran on by an hysterical Neville Longbottom.
"Oscar escaped again." Mumbled Hermione, tearing her eyes off Ms. Portale's book for just a moment. When her black-haired friend entered the cabin, she smiled. "Oh, hey Harry."
The scarred boy sat heavily on the seat with a light huff. "Morning, guys."
Hermione looked at him, worried. "You okay? You look upset."
Harry shook his head. "Just had a little quarrel with Shadow before leaving."
Ron hid a little satisfied smirk. "I told you that guy was no good, Har-" He moaned in pain as Hermione elbowed him in the ribs, with an hiss that sounded suspiciously like "don't be a jackass".
"No, it was actually my fault."
She looked at him, puzzled. "What happened?"
Harry laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck. "Well, I... kind of broke into his house."
Hermione gaped, mouth wide open. "You broke into his house?! Why would you do something so... so..."
"Stupid?" offered the-boy-who-lived.
"Yes, stupid! You know it's against the law! What if someone saw you?!"
"Well, I was worried! He was acting strange, and he wouldn't let me in."
"It still wasn't a good reason to break into someone's house! Actually, it's even worse, because he'd said clearly he didn't want you to come in!"
Ron looked alternatively at his friends, confused beyond measure.
Harry frowned. "I do not need you to scold me, 'Mione. You aren't my mother."
Hermione sighed. "I know, Harry. I'm just worried for you. If someone saw you, you would've been in big trouble, you know that."
She looked curiously at him. "But why did you do something so reckless? It isn't like you."
Harry chuckled. "This is a lie and you know it. Anyway... you see, I had this incredibly weird dream, and so I wanted to talk to him about it, 'cause he read some books of this Freud person... he was a doctor who studied dreams, Ron..." he added, seeing the ginger's lost gaze "Only that, when I arrived at his house and knocked, he didn't want to open the door. Shadow isn't a morning person, but he'd never shout at me that way, and so I got worried. Thinking he was sick and that he didn't want to show weakness or... well, something equally stupid-"
"That would totally be a male like thing to do..." chirped Hermione. Harry ignored the comment.
"-I just climbed into his house. However, it looked like he just had a massive headache, and didn't want to talk to me. Or anybody, for that matter."
Harry felt guilty about lying to his best friends, but the irony of the thing hit him when he remembered how he had lied to Shadow about his school and his friends.
Heh.
Hermione sighed. "Whatever. Anyway, have you finished your homework?"
Ron moaned slightly. "Aw, come on 'Mione! School isn't even started and you are already asking about homework?"
"Well, of course I am! You don't want to look unprepared in front of the new professors, do you?"
The girl ignored Ron's grumbling about not really caring, and looked excitedly at the other boy. "You know, I think the headmaster had a good idea, by hiring two different DADA teachers. This way, if something happens to one of them" everybody coughed embarrassed "we still have the other, don't we? Also, I heard that one of them is an auror. They might be only rumors, but I don't think so."
There was a moment of silence.
"Hey, 'Mione...?" Asked Harry.
"Yes?"
"What's an auror?"
xxx
Ok. First day of school. First day of teaching.
Was he ready?
Hell no, he wasn't.
But, hey. He put himself into that situation and now, may Din fry him on the spot, he was going to do this. And he was going to be the best Nayru-damned teacher this school had ever seen!
...Okay, maybe not. But he would do his best.
Hoping he wouldn't get lost into the castle.
Xxx
Okay. What had just happened?
Harry's brain had been asking himself the same question for five minutes.
First. They arrived at Hogwarts. And that's okay.
Second. Dumbledore's speech. Nice.
Third, students from two other magic schools arrived,and Ron's eyes almost fell from their sockets at the sight of pretty French girls. Alright.
Fourth, the Triwizard's tournament. He could deal with that.
Fifth, the entry of one of his new DADA teachers, that was indeed an auror, Madeye Moody. The guy was scary as shit, but okay. Maybe.
And, sixth...
*ITACHI UCHIHA USES THE MANGE SHARINGAN ON YOU AND MAKES YOU SEE A FLASHBACK*
They had just been announced that the creepy man with the fake eye, the wooden leg and the incredible amount of scars would be one of their teachers, and nobody looked really sure about how to act.
After a few seconds, finally the students recovered from the shock, and started quietly commenting the fact to each other.
Hermione was the first one of the Golden Trio to speak. "Weren't there supposed to be two DADA teachers, this year?"
And, as if on clue, Madeye asked the same question. Just out loud. Really loud.
"So. Weren't we supposed to meet my co-worker now?" He exclaimed, just before drinking from a little flask and shuddering like he'd just drank a mixture of toilet water and mud.
Before the Headmaster could answer, however, the door shot open, and a white and blue blur ran into the room, shouting: "SORRY I'M LATE! SORRY, SORRYSORRYSORRYSORRY!"
Everybody stared in shock, as the "blur" stopped in front of the teachers' table, panting heavily. "I" gasp "kind of" wheeze "got lost" pant "I'm sorry..."
He was a boy, of maybe seventeen or eighteen years. And, according to the reaction of most of the girls around (Hermione was among them too), he had to be quite attractive.
Of course, Harry didn't look at the sparkling blonde hair, the deep, shocking blue eyes and the exquisite figure (I mean, why would he? He had eyes only for Cho, a Ravenclaw Asiatic cutie. If the other girls didn't stand a chance, how could a guy? He and Ron were really much straight, despite anything Bratco Malfoy could say, thank you very much). Instead, he looked at his ears. They were pointed.
What the hell.
But this wasn't the thing that shocked Harry the most. He could deal with pointed ears, maybe the guy was malformed or something. It was the reaction Dumbledore had at his arrive.
He stood up, a smile clearly visible under his beard. "Ah, professor Avalon! Don't worry, you are not late at all."
Wait.
Wait.
WAIT.
A professor? That guy was the famed other DADA teacher? REALLY? Oh, come on! He was young enough to be a student!
The... professor laughed lightly, embarrassed, as the Headmaster presented him to the (very much shocked) students.
"This will be your second Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Link Avalon. Despite his young age, he's very well informed about the subject, and I'm certain you all will love him. But enough talk! Let the banquet begin!"
*ITACHI FREES YOU OF THE POWER OF HIS SHARINGAN AND GIVES ME THE MDDLE FINGER FOR DRAGGING HIM IN THIS STORY*
"Don't you think the new professor looks nice?" Whispered Hermione, a dreamy look on her face.
Harry didn't answer, still mildly shocked by the fact that a eighteen years old, elf-like boy was his professor.
And now, they were right in said professor's class. Waiting for him to show.
After five minutes, everybody had started shifting uneasily.
After ten, some of the students had started commenting about their new teacher's lateness.
After fifteen, nobody really cared anymore. Well, except for the girls, that looked mildly disappointed.
Twenty minutes later, finally the door opened, and a flustered (Harry could swear to have heard Hermione mumbling something that sounded suspiciously like "so cute") Link Avalon ran into the classroom.
"This place is just too damn big" he mumbled, embarrassed. He smiled to the class, rubbing the back of his neck. "Anyway. I'm Professor Avalon, but please, just call me Link. It would feel weird to be called Professor by kids only five years younger than me."
Draco sneered. "Speaking of that, why is a eighteen years old our teacher?" He asked out loud. Despite his rudeness, deep inside, Harry couldn't help but agree, tough he would have never admit that.
The prof- uh, I mean, Link (what kind of name was Link, anyway?) smiled. "First of all, I'm nineteen. Second, age doesn't define experience. I met and fought creatures you couldn't even imagine, so I think I'm qualified for the job."
The students fidgeted uncomfortably, feeling something in the tone of the young man they couldn't quite place but that made them definitely nervous.
Like they were facing a feral beast.
Xxx
"Now, back to serious stuff. Does anybody know what your textbooks are about?"
Unsurprisingly, Hermione raised her hand.
Link grinned and looked at her. "That's great, miss...?"
"Hermione. Granger." She breathed, blushing crazily.
"What's wrong with her?" Whispered Ron. Harry just shrugged.
"Very well, Hermione. Would you kindly (A/N: see what I did here?) please explain?" He asked, a kind smile still on his face.
"Xendemonology is the science that studies other planes of existence, other worlds to put it simple, and the creatures that live there. Although it's impossible to go physically there, this subject also teaches the various rituals necessary to evocate demons from the planes nearer to our world."
As his friend told the class what she already told him and Ron on the Hogwarts Express, Harry found himself liking, despite everything, the new teacher. He looked like the kind of person that, if you didn't manage to do something, would personally help you until you could do it alone. He was young, so hopefully he wouldn't give them too much homework with the "when I was your age I had three times your homework to do and I did it all" excuse, and he didn't look like a sadistic asshole like some other professor he knew (cough*Snape*cough). However, he didn't look like another Lockhart, neither. Those eyes were clearly the ones of someone who went trough hell and returned, somehow, alive. They reminded him of his godfather, Sirius.
"That's right, Hermione! Very good, I can tell you like studying."
The girl just blushed again and murmured a shy "thank you".
"However, Ms. Portale is not completely correct."
The students looked at him in confusion, and he smiled in amusement. "You see, despite what your books say, it is possible to travel between worlds. And I mean to show you the proves. But..."
Harry noticed worriedly an evil gleam in his eyes.
"Before that, we'll have a little test about the things you studied last year."
As the whole class (minus Hermione, obviously) moaned, he chuckled. "Don't worry, you won't get grades for that. It will be only to see your level."
He produced like out of nothing a pile of papers, and gave them ( quite surprisingly, manually and not with a spell) to the grumbling students.
Just before anyone could even raise their feather, however, he snapped his fingers, as he had just remembered something.
"Oh, right. There are no grades, but, if you fail..." He smirked evilly "... you won't be allowed to continue this class, and you'll have to take another test with professor Snape."
xxx
Silence fell into the small classroom, and everybody stared at their teacher, wide-eyed. What? Another test? With Snape? Wasn't Moody the other Dark Arts professor? And what was that? Not being able to continue with the class? Like, they would be rejected? Just like this? Could he even do that?
… Apparently yes.
Harry had been wrong. Definitely wrong.
Link was thousand times worse than Snape.
The young man smirked. "The clock is ticking, guys. I would start writing, if I were you."
They started scribbling furiously, the feathers carving even more deeply the parchment than intended.
xxx
"I can't believe it!" Shouted Ron, his fingers clutching tightly his ginger hair. "At first he was all buddy, and then... Gh!"
"I'm sure I failed" deadpanned Harry, his mood as dark as his hair.
Even Hermione was put down.
Nobody was really expecting such a low blow from the young elvish teacher. For once they thought they had found a teacher who could understand them...
Ugh. Like getting punched in the gut. Or kicked in the kidney. Take your pick.
But, the worse thing, was that they would know the result soon.
The day after they had DADA with Link at the first hour.
Xxx
When they entered, surprisingly enough, Link was already seated. Seeing the boys' surprised faces he smiled. "The Headmaster provided me a map. Please, sit."
After they all took their seats, the professor stood up.
"Your tests..."
Everybody, even Draco, gulped inwardly.
Link looked at them. "... were great! Not a single failure!" He smiled brightly when he saw the looks of relief on his students' faces. He rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling sheepishly. "Ah, I'm really sorry I put you into such a situation. Truth to be told, there wouldn't have been consequences even if you failed. I wanted to see how you acted under pressure, and I must say I'm pleasantly surprised."
Everybody looked at him in surprise, as he folded his arms, a cheeky grin on the face.
"From now on, no more mind tricks. Let's just start over, okay? I'm Link Avalon, your Defense Against the Dark Arts."
Harry chuckled, as the others presented themselves.
Perhaps, after all, that class wouldn't have been so bad...
A/N: FINALLY! THEY ARE FINALLY AT HOGWARTS! HALLELUJAH! And I forgot most of both the movie and the book, so I'm going to just make stuff up. Shame on me.
Err. Right, anyway. Way to go, Link, follow Kakashi's example. Now you know they will respect you XD
(THIS STORY IS NOT SHONEN-AI OR YAOI AND WILL NEVER BE. PERIOD. Just to be sure you got it.)
Look on my profile and vote on my polls to tell me what you would prefer to read next! Also... massive headache? Was it really the best lie I could come up with? Ugh. I made sound Shadow like a drunkard.
And... I know I never asked, but please, review! I love knowing that you acknowledge this story! :3
(End of the rant Yuyake no Okami calls an Author Note)