"Agreed. So, I'll teach them advanced wand, wandless, and nonverbal magic-"
"While I teach them physical defense with out wands, and later on combining magic and physical disciplines."
"Then I get to teach creatures."
"Fine, that means I get disguise and tactics." Arya gave her brother their infamous lopsided smile, and he laughingly returned it. The two had already been at Hogwarts for a week preparing, and organizing who would do what. "You know Drew, I don't know if I like the idea of you being a Slytherin. I mean yes it's all pretend, but…" the spiky haired boy turned to his sister,
"I promise you, nothing will happen. You know how good I am at recon. And besides, you might just end up falling for Harry."
"Ha, not likely. I mean he's probably some little scrawny kid. And besides, I'm already high on Voldemort's hit list. I don't want to get any higher." Drew's barking laughter erupted.
"You know, I honestly think you are up there right under Harry. I mean, I was out cold and you stopped him from killing me and got us out of that house with the other death eaters. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't already be in the order!"
"But you did just as well! You took on 5 death eaters at once, and you were doing great until Voldemort came along. Anyone else would have succumbed to them immediately!" Arya lifted Andrew's head before rustling his red-streaked hair. "Hey, let's not talk about it. Besides, we should probably head down to the great hall, I bet the first years are almost all done."
"I'm just asking, who on earth could he have gotten to teach DADA. That job is bloody cursed!"
"Honestly Ronald, I'm sure we'll find out, even if they're not up at the table yet." The golden trio sat at the large table watching as the last of the first years were sorted. Harry Potter was staring off mulling over last semester's events. The loss of Sirius had really been hard on him, and he couldn't help but think of that woman...however the headmaster's booming voice interrupted his thoughts. "Welcome, welcome. As always, I would like to remind all that the forest is out of bounds for all students; and Mr. Filch has asked me to tell you to check the list of forbidden items. Now onto other business…This year something different will be happening concerning our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Your new professor, or should I say professors- Professors Andrew and Arya Dragomir." Dumbledore pointed towards the end of the Great Hall, and the large doors blasted open. Harry, like the hundreds of other students, gazed at the empty doorway. Suddenly the sound of two great dragons roaring cut the silence in the room. A great black wolf, with rippling red fire around its paws and tail, appeared in the entrance way; it reminded Harry of a giant corporeal patronus, only with actual color instead of the wispy silver. The wolf ran straight ahead towards the front of the hall fading off, revealing two people standing back to back about the same height. The boy on the right had medium-spiked, messy black hair with bright red streaks; the girl on the left had long straight hair with the same coloration as the boy's. Each had a silver metal plated head piece keeping the hair out of their eyes. Silver armor plates covered their shoulders, and ran diagonally across their backs to each side of their hips; underneath the sleek plates, black dragon scaled armor glimmered and clung to the two bodies. Red scales wound up in patterns around their black armored legs, continuing until it reached the hip bone on each person. On each of their torsos, the symbol of the rider was displayed in red scales. "That's incredible! They're wearing real draconian armor…that means that their dragon riders!" Harry glanced at his brainy friend before pulling his attention back to the two. They finally opened their closed eyes, and after giving a curt nod, the two faced forward and took off in a run. Simultaneously the obvious twins began to perform a serious of acrobatic stunts until finally reaching the front of the hall. "HIE!" they shouted after landing from two perfect flips. After two seconds of silence, they bowed to the students as clapping erupted through the room.
"SILENCE!" Dumbledore's loud voice instantly quieted the hall, "Professor Arya and Professor Andrew are not merely your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers, but will also be…as some put it, Teaching Assistants. They will be sorted like every other student, and will attend particular classes with their house's 6th years," whispers and murmurs were spread out among the students, "Where they will assist the other professors in class. Outside of class, any student may approach them if in need of some assistance in their studies. I am sure the professors have worked out a way to split the two jobs. Now Professor McGonagall, if you would be so kind…"
"Dragomir, Andrew!" The boy sat on the stool with the hat on his head. It seemed as if the two were having an argument, and after a few minutes of waiting the hat finally declared "SLYTHERIN!"
"Dragomir, Arya!"