Imma Kiwi Bird: Yay. New chapter. This chapter here was done at night, so please don't review telling me it sucks ass, alright? I wasn't exactly sleepy, and I was bored.
SO. This is what I get for watching Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone at two in the morning.
Note: This chapter was rushed. Alot. So people wouldn't get angry at me. It was also deleted once and re-put-up.
Disclaimer: I don't own the HP or Naruto characters. Kishimoto Misashi and JK Rowling do.
Key for Text: "Words." This is in Japanese.
"Words." This is normal speaking.
"Words." This is thinking.
You and Me and the Devil Makes Three
Chapter 8: Madam Scarlet Sirene
It was raining. That night, it was pouring down rain, actually.
The water droplets hit the windows, making a pitter-pattering noise. The air was full of the depressing, sinking feeling that always happened when it was raining. Even the students, awake or asleep, who were snug in their four-posted beds felt slightly wet from the moisture.
Hinata, Kiba, and Shino were guarding the common room. Everyone except for Neji and Shikamaru then patrolled the Hogwarts castle; to make sure nothing happened, and to get themselves more familiar with the school. Neji and Shikamaru, on the other hand, were to stay in Dumbledore's office and wait. According to the old coot, the new DADA teacher was going to be coming; more or less on time. So, they were to stay with the Headmaster all night and wait for her to arrive.
Dumbledore had left the two shinobi when Minerva had come up and stated that a soaking wet professor had arrived. That had been thirty minutes ago, though; and Shikamaru had long ago fell asleep. Neji, though, as not sleepy at all. Even if he was, he would not fall asleep when his employer had told him to stay awake and wait for his return.
That was when the door opened, and Dumbledore strolled in, a woman accompanying him. Shikamaru snapped awake, looking slightly disgruntled from the sudden awakening.
The woman was tall; six feet, give or take. She was wearing long, black robes that seemed to be made of velvet. But, when the light shone on the fabric, it shone blood-red. Her hair was long; Neji could tell. But, the black hair was up in a messy bun.
The woman's eyes were black; pitch black; and they gazed out under blood-red eye shadow. Her lips were not seen; they were covered in lipstick, which was blood-red.
Her ears had dangling earrings on them; shaped like a teardrop at the end of a silver chain. But, they were not blue. Blood-red, of course.
Neji assumed she liked the color 'blood-red'.
The woman was slim and agile; as if she had been trained to do so. And; let me just say that her... assets could rival those Tsunade.
Neji couldn't shake the feeling of foreboding he got when he looked away from her and back at Dumbledore. This woman reminded him of someone, but he didn't remember who. All the Hyuuga knew is that the person she reminded of him was bad; bad to extent of pure evil. And dangerous; extremely dangerous.
"Mr Hyuuga, Mr Nara; this is Madam Scarlet Sirene," Dumbledore introduced, motioning to the blood-red obsessed woman with a swish of his arm. He had sat himself down at his desk, and was gazing at the two. Neji stood and bowed, followed closely by Shikamaru.
"Hyuuga Neji."
"Nara Shikamaru."
The woman seemed to look them both over closely, as if taking in any detail. Her black eyes soon flickered to look at one face, then the other. "My, my! Dumbledore, you sure picked some... fair bodyguards for our little Harry." Neji could tell she didn't exactly seem as happy as she looked or sounded; as if she were a master at disguising her emotions. Actually, she seemed disappointed.
Dumbledore nodded, smiling. Well; he seemed to fall for the fake act Neji had been able to see through with the Byakugan. "Yes. I have, haven't I? Well, I supposed our two body guards should get back to guarding. You are dismissed."
With that, Neji and Shikamaru left.
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The next morning, when Ron woke Harry up with the sad news that classes would be starting the next day, he quickly got dressed and headed to the Great Hall along with the rest of the Gryffindors. According to Professor McGonagall, Dumbledore had stated that everyone in every house must attend breakfast that morning. So, they went.
No doubt so the headmaster could introduce the new DADA professor.
Harry let his mind wander; who would it be? Some crazy looney like Mad-Eye? Voldemort in disguise? Wait; maybe it would be some genius their age that graduated already, had become an auror, and decided they wanted to teach here, at Hogwarts!
Harry grinned as they entered the Great Hall for breakfast, hoping that his last guess was the right one. It was also when the boy noticed everyone was in their pajamas still, save for the teachers. How typical...
He sat down beside Ron at the end of the table, noting how none of those so called 'ninja' were there, save for Neji, who was standing beside Dumbledore, talking to the headmaster. He was jolted from staring at the two talking; he was trying to read their lips to understand what they were talking about; when he heard a growl from Ron. Looking towards his friend, he noticed that Hermione had joined them.
"Hello, you two. Sleep well?" Hermione asked cheerfully, grabbing a piece of toast. Harry grabbed some bacon, noticing the food was there. He wondered why he seemed so absent minded recently, then he shook his head angrily and started eating the bacon that seemed to be cooked perfectly. Better than what the Dursleys' fed him...
He was too busy eating to understand, but it seemed like Ron had started bickering with Hermione.
Seven slices of bacon and five pieces of toast later, the bickering had stopped, and Harry had decided to stop eating.
The last of the Slytherins snaked their way in, and Dumbledore stood. Harry blinked when Neji disappeared into thin air after simply making some freak sign language with his hands. Dumbledore cleared his throat loud enough for everyone to hear and quiet down to. Everyone immediately did so, and looked at his expectantly.
"Now, as you all know, our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was late. Well, she has arrived." Then the headmaster said 'she', the whispering immediately began. Harry blinked, glancing at Ron and Hermione. Ronald was just staring up at Dumbledore, a dumbstruck look on his face. Hermione looked proud; her face just showed she wanted to say that women could teach 'boy' classes.
"Madam Sirene, please enter." The doors entered, and a not-so-happy looking woman (who appeared to be infatuated with the color blood-red) was escorted in with Professor Trelawney. Harry pitied her; the Divination teacher had probably harassed her about her demise.
The two women stopped by Dumbledore, Trelawney swaying as she spoke to the headmaster briefly. Dumbledore nodded, saying something to the other woman. The blood-red covered woman turned to them all.
"Hello, Hogwarts students." She spoke, and Harry winced. This woman reminded him of Voldemort somehow. "I am Madam Scarlet Sirene; I was an ex-auror, but I decided teaching at Hogwarts would be much more entertaining. And, I do hope it is." Ron and Harry both lit up; she was an ex-auror?
"Please note that if you treat me with respect, I will treat you with respect." Harry swore he say her eyes flash, and he raised a hand quickly to rub his scar. It didn't hurt, but he thought he had seen something... But, he was mistaken.
"I will enjoy it here; I'm sure..." She quickly apparated to her seat, and Dumbledore announced the meal could begin.
