A/N: Hikari: So, as I have written, I'm turning this into a collection of Märchen crossover oneshot collection~! This one is a cross with (drumroll~) Harry Potter~!
Disclaimer: If I did own Harry Potter, Sirius would be very much alive ;_;
On Wands and Batons
He appeared in front of the castle gates on one particularly dark and misty evening. He just stood there, eyeing the magnificent building in front of him with a thoughtful look in his golden eyes.
Then, with a smirk, he pulled out his baton that had some red and black feathers decorating it. Just one flick towards the gates, and they practically flew open. An alarm ringed in the air around him, but he just dismissed it and walked straight in past the two winged hog statues guarding the gates.
As he almost relaxedly strolled up to the huge doors, the doors opened and a group of people came out to the darkness of the evening. Such odd people they were indeed, how could anyone move with so much fabric on them? But, he guessed, it wasn't his business judging on how these people dressed. It wasn't as if his own clothing wasn't somewhat out-dated, now was it?
He stopped half way from the gates to the doors to wait for these people in robes to approach him, which they did without waiting another second. Each of the adults was unique in their own way, he noted, but the one who stood out the most was an old man in purple robes. The silvery beard and hair that reached all the way down to the waist was kind of impressive in his opinion.
It was this nearly ancient man who took a step forward from the group towards him, and he could see that the man had interestingly blue eyes that seemed to twinkle in the evening. But beneath the twinkling he could detect seriousness and authority which confirmed his suspicions on the man being a leader of this group.
At first no one said anything, and a faint amused smile took the liberty of appearing on his features. Finally the old man spoke.
"Who might you be, young man? And what are you doing here?" That was what the man said. His smile grew wider as he looked into the man's eyes. Then, with an almost mocking bow, he introduced himself.
"Guten Abend. My name is Märchen von Friedhof, and I believe that someone in this castle has summoned me for a revenge."
/W~B\
When the wards started ringing, in no time at all the entirety of Hogwarts students and staff were up and asking what was going on. The fifteen-year-old Boy-Who-Lived was no exception on that matter.
Though, unlike many of his peers, Harry didn't run to the window to see what was going on outside. No, that wouldn't had been as effective as what he was planning on.
Ron of course demanded on coming along the moment he saw Harry pull out the Invisibility cloak. Sighing he had to agree on that, so just a few moments later the two of them were on their way down from the Gryffindor tower, invisible to everyone else. It didn't take long of them to make their way to the entrance hall, where they saw that the doors were open.
Following the evident trail outside, they came to witness a rather odd scene. Meeting the group of teachers was a single man, who was currently returning from what seemed like a mocking bow. The scene itself might not had been that odd, had it not been for the man himself.
He was dressed in clothes that should had belonged to the closet of someone from Victorian era, it seemed. He had a white dress shirt, over it a blood red vest and over that a black and gray striped tailcoat. He wore matching pants and black knee-high boots. On the coat was a cape-like attachment that was decorated with white crosses on the helm. The man had a long black-and-platinum mixed hair on a low ponytail contrasting his awfully pale skin tone, and beneath the bangs showed striking golden eyes rounded by dark circles.
All in all he was more than interesting sight. And he looked like he hadn't slept for ages.
"Who the bloody hell is that guy? He looks like he walked out from my grandpa's dad's closet", Ron said while eyeing the man suspiciously.
"I have no idea", Harry answered quietly as he did the same. Absently he noted that the man had his wand out, and it curiously had feathers attached to it. So the guy was the extravagant type? Harry smothered a groan. Merlin, please don't let him be another Lockhart, whoever he is, he begged silently.
Dumbledore was about to say something to the man when a high pitched cough interrupted him. Harry could almost swear he saw a hint of annoyance on the old wizard's features for a fracture of a second before he turned to see the pink toad-like woman walking out from the midst of the group of teachers.
"And what might you mean by that?" Her tone was that overly sweet one Umbridge seemed to use on every being. Turning back to see the odd man Harry saw that the amused smirk he had been wearing had not left his features, on the contrary actually. It had widened somewhat, but his peculiar eyes had narrowed rather dangerously. Maybe he could sense the evilness of the toad-in-pink, Harry thought.
"Excuse me, Frau, but I believe that is none of your concern", the man said almost pleasantly, but with an undertone colder than ice. Umbridge seemed taken aback by the bluntness of his words, before a mask of fury covered her face.
"Pardon me, but I am the under secretary of the Minis-."
"Yes, yes, as very interesting as this is, good Frau, you are not the one I have business with here", the man interrupted with equal bluntness and coldness as before, without even raising his voice. And with that he pretty much dismissed the woman's existence, a fact that did not please her the slightest, unlike many of her coworkers. Harry could see badly covered smirks from all around the group, and even Snape seemed to have a slightly amused look hovering over his face.
"Heh, I like him already", said Ron while trying to hold back laughter. Harry just nodded, as he didn't trust his nerve enough not to burst out laughing if he opened his mouth.
"On the other hand..." The man seemed to look around the grounds for a moment before the golden spheres nailed on... them.
"H-Harry... You don't think..?" the red-head didn't need to finish, as his question was clear, and the answer came to them faster than Harry could think up a proper answer. The man smirked once more and started off to their direction, and Harry noticed, now that he was moving, that he had chains all over his attire. They were making quite the bit noise in the rhythm of his steps. The man stopped less than a dozen yards away from the two.
"Perhaps you two young Herrs would like to show me in?", he asked and folded his arms awaiting for an answer.
For a few moments, no one moved nor said a thing. The teachers were staring at the man and the seemingly empty space before him, probably wondering if the bloke was all right up there, while Harry and Ron stared at him for very different reasons. How had he..?
After what seemed like a small eternity, Harry pulled the cloak off them. Ron didn't protest, as he was busy being too shocked to function. Realizing that the man still waited for a proper answer, Harry coughed uncomfortably.
"Uh... Sure, I guess..?" Apparently satisfied the man motioned him to lead the way, which he did, pulling Ron along. He could hear muttering from the group behind them, but no one halted them.
As they walked side by side, Harry's eyes landed on the man's wand again. Wanting to break the pressing silence, he spoke.
"Nice wand, mister..?"
"Oh, just Märchen is fine", the man said pleasantly, without a hint of the previous coldness lingering. "And thank you, although it is not a wand, but a baton."
Hearing this the Boy-Who-Lived cocked an eyebrow. The man, Märchen, had said it like it was the most common of things to carry a baton around.
As he thought of that, Harry was sure that things were going to turn rather interesting in Hogwarts from now on.
A/N: Hikari: Random, very random. Took a humorous take on this. I just had to write this when I thought of this~ The idea came when I came to think that Märchen's baton is almost like a wand. Then I thought, what if Märchen appeared at Hogwarts?
And note: This is just a oneshot, I'm not continuing this. Propably. But if you have a vision of what would happen, you're very welcome to steal the idea. Just credit the original idea, okay? ^^" And same with any other oneshots or drabbles I write. Though I guess this is really pointless to write. I'm friggin tired, okay?