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Chapter 10

"So what the hell happened to you yesterday?" Blaise interrogated the young Malfoy. He was half walking half jogging trying to keep up with Draco who was absentmindedly speed walking down the hall, almost running into seven first years, two fifth and one seventh.

Draco stayed silent. It was all Blaise's fault; that stupid broom, he promised to trash it yet somehow, he couldn't find it this morning. He platinum blond hair was slicked back by a small amount of gel, just enough to hold it in place. He had bags under his eyes; he didn't sleep well last night. "..."

"Come on man! You've been at this since this morning!" Currently, it was seven forty-five. Class started at eight, so the boys had fifteen more minutes to finish breakfast and get to class. Great, that meant that Blaise had fifteen more minutes to figure out what Draco was hiding. "Are you just going to ignore me all day?"

Draco was pissed; a little on Blaise but more on himself.

He couldn't remember. He couldn't remember what happened yesterday (he remembered getting stuck in the tree though.) Flashes of what appeared to be a leather boot kept flashing in his mind. It was dangerously close to his face, almost as if it was about to hit him. Then a small hint of something, something that smelled nice; he couldn't pinpoint as to what kind of smell it was but it was a refreshing smell. It wasn't some expensive perfume or colon but it was, well, nice.

He gripped his left arm, a mysterious feel lingering on it. It was strange, the whole thing was strange. He woke up yesterday with Madam Pomfrey rubbing his face with some warm water and a soft cloth; she used a mirror to show him the whole ordeal consisting of his face. Then she muttered something about some crazy person who didn't take their medicine. She then proceeded to shove bottles of bitter medicine down his throat. So from getting stuck to the tree to ending up in the nurse's wing, he couldn't remember anything between that time period.

He was pissed; he couldn't remember anything that happened.

"Draaaco Malfoy! Aaaa-rrr-eee yyyy-oooo-uuu listening?"

No, no he wasn't. Hmm, he looked down his wrist watch that ran on pixie dust, it was seven fifty-nine and they were right in front of the class room. Cool, time goes by a lot faster when you were ignoring Blaise.

"What's that?" Blaise reached out to the piece of parchment stuck onto the door of their first class of the day

'Self-study for the first twenty minutes.'

"Probably a horribly attempted prank of some third year." Draco never did like third year students. Okay, he doesn't really like anybody younger than him, they always seem like they're trying too hard. Psh, posers. "Snape doesn't write that badly either." The note was written sloppily. Snape wasn't a perfect writer either but he wrote better than the writing on the note; it wasn't Snape.

Blaise gasp, accidentally crushing the paper. Then he threw it while running to hug the blond sex god. "Oh my god! My bloody Merlin! You speak! You are a real boy!"

Draco grumbled, pushed Blaise out of the way and walked into the classroom; the other boy ran in after him.

Hey would you look at this, Slytherin's Sex God was actually first in the class. They sat down, taking a seat near the front. Draco took out his wand, flicking and swiping it, warming up for Defense Against Dark Arts. Great, another day of Snape for first again.

Soon, a whole flood of students came rushing in which included 'The Golden Trio', which consisted of a super nerd, a super loser and one super hero-wannabe. Snape came just seconds after them.

Out of the class of seventh year Slytherins and Gryffindors (plus one teacher) in that first period class, it was sad to say that nobody noticed the piece of parchment that a certain Zabini had trashed, lying just in front of the door.

"Great, another bloody boring day with Snape again." A tiny Gryffindor boy muttered to his friends.

Oh how wrong that boy was.

"You wanted to see me Professor Dumbledore?" Kanda was having a good day today, well so far at least. He got up early, a little elf thing got him food (Sushi, a little bland but still, it's the thought that counts, plus Kanda was hungry) and he was ready for class. His first period, were to be seventh years', half Snake half Bird thing; he picked out some random pages that seemed interesting, he was ready. Wait, what were they called again, Sly-things? Gryfin's? Fuck, he couldn't remember.

He was one his way to class and about to go open and go in when a small elf appeared before him with a loud pop. It handed him a letter before popping out again.

One eyebrow raised, his infamous poker face on, he opened him as it was addressed to him. (It had a big 'Kanda Y." on it so go figure.)

Blah blah blah, please stop by my office before your first class. Albus Dumbledore.

(Okay, he didn't say blah, but Kanda just skimmed the letter.)

So here he was now, standing before the old man. Hey, so far he hasn't been pissed off; he was really getting a hang of this anger management thing. Yay, no ears or tail!

"Lemon drops?" The older man offered.

Kanda shook his head no. "Sir, the reason you wanted to see me?"

He plopped the disgustingly sweet tab of sugar disguised as a lemon candy. "Suit yourself. Oh yes, how are you feeling Professor?"

Kanda was puzzled. "I'm fine?"

"Oh no, I meant your sprain, how are they?" He laughed sucking on another yet piece of Lemon drop.

Oh, so that's what he meant, the old geezer was sometimes hard to understand. "They're healing fine sir." His left eye twitched; everything was healing fine, but for some reason, his ankle was taking a while to heal. He forgot all about it in the morning, but damn old man had to remind him and fuck, it was starting to hurt again.

Dumbledore was curious about the man before him, a beautiful man if he might say. He, he couldn't read his mind, how interesting. Did this young professor know how to block him?

Kanda Yuu, Japanese descendant, twenty years old. He graduated from a wizarding school in Germany, one of the top ten if he could add. Yet something about him, seemed... foreign.. Duh, he's a Japanese man from Germany. But that wasn't it; it was the strange aura around him. The feel of his presence.

Dumbledore made a mental note to look into it, though it was a futile thought as he would soon forget about it soon. Old age catches up to you, wizard or not. He took a peek at the clock that hung on his wall. It was only eight ten. "Oh dear professor! I hope I didn't take you away from your class?"

The boy shook his head. "No sir, it's fine. I told them to read a few pages of today's lesson for twenty minutes." Same old poker face.

"Then please head on to your first class." He paused and continued just as the boy was halfway out the door. "Professor, would you mind if I came with you?"

Fuck no. Kanda's right eye was now twitching. If one saw him, they'd probably think he had a problem with his eye. Anyway, Kanda was slightly annoyed, why did everybody want to go with him all the time? First the girls from yesterday, now the old man? "Sure Professor." Same old poker face, a pretty poker face, but behind his pretty little poker face was a devil in wreckage.

"And that's how one could conjure a shield to reflect the most of the common spells."

Majority of the students groaned in their heads. They learned these spells during their third year. Snape, man, no words could describe the feelings most students felt about him. Oh wait, there are some; hate, despise, rancor, loath, Justine Beiber, etc.

Harry and Ron were fighting to keep their eyes open. Last year, they had closed their eyes for only ten seconds and it only ten seconds for Snape to snatch fifty points from them. Bloody gank, there's no wonder why people hated him.

"Mr. Malfoy, Potter come demonstrate just exactly how the spell works."

Harry grinded his teeth. He loath the pointy nosed freak. Oh god, just one chance, once bloody chance to swing at the bird-look-a-like, man Harry would do anything for that chance.

He descended down to the front of the class, the school having been renovated; it looks like a college type of setting except the front of the classroom was like a small arena. Draco, being in front, was already there. The two faced each other, their rancor obviously amusing Snape. They pulled out their wands, both falling into their 'I'm about to attack you' wizarding stances. Snape coughed, trying to get their attention. "Now gentlemen, Mr. Malfoy shall attack, Potter, you try to conjure a shield."

Try? Psh, Harry could, well, actually, he haven't done this spell since his third year. Try? As soon as the other students heard this, half laughed half glared and cursed the man in their heads.

"Begin!" Snape stepped out of the way. He let Draco use any spell that he wanted, so he didn't want to be in way of any humiliating rouge spells.

"Ramio Paring!" A blast of silver shot out of the tip of Malfoy's wand.

"Pringos vi Aminigos!" An invisible shield appeared before him, blocking the spell and reflecting it, hitting an unfortunate kid with the spell, turning her hair pink.

Spell after spell, each and every one of them were deflected. In the few minutes of their 'battle' seven kids had rainbow hair, five had super-sized pimples and three were turned into half donkey half human, kind of like with a donkey body with a human face. Madam Pomfrey had her work cut out for her and it was only first period.

Draco was getting frustrated. All the spells he's thrown so far were too slow; Harry was able to conjure the shield up faster than normal, which was a good thing for his case. What spell-oh! He had an idea. He knew a spell that traveled twice as fast, young hero-wanna-be can't build a shield fast enough.

"Entro!"

"Prin-!" He had no time to chant the spell. He had no other choice; the ducked, avoided the spell but crashed to the ground.

Too engrossed in the whole 'battle' nobody noticed the door, which was behind Harry, handles started to turn, the door opening; not until it was too late.

Kanda was having a good day. He was having a good day. Was. Key word was.

He was walking with the older wizard and honestly, Kanda couldn't be any more uncomfortable. All this happiness and jolliness, Kanda could shiver. Nobody could be that happy and smiley all the time unless they had a problem. Wait, he was an old wizard. For the past days Kanda has been here, he could prove to you that magic does stuff to you; bad stuff...

It didn't took long before they reached the class. That's when Kanda's day started to go down the nonexisting drain.

"Grinuto!" He heard a boy shout inside the class. That voice, it sounded familiar.

"Pringos vi aminigos!" Another voice screeched. A girly shriek was heard followed by a chorus of 'ooh's and 'aww's.

'Fucking brats.' Kanda growled. He left a fucking note on the door stating that they were to read for twenty minutes. It has only been fifteen minutes. 'Fucking shit bags can't follow goddamn directions.' He felt something on his head, oh fuck. He made a mental note to torture a 'fucking bitch' when he gets home.

Somewhere far away, a middle aged scientist sneezed, spilling hot coffee all over himself.

He grabbed the handle and turned it.

"Entro!" The first voice chanted.

He opened the door.

He was hit with a million lighting bolts, or at least that's how it felt. A storm of blue smoke eloped him covering him from the world. He broke out of his poker face, his face now showing a little pain. He hissed silently as he fell onto his knees, his hand hold onto the door frame to prevent him from falling over completely. He felt something appear on his head, something from his ass, his nails and his face; an no, it wasn't the curse, you know, the cat one? No, it was completely different. Something formed around his neck but he was still in slight shock from the bolt earlier left him in pain, unable to rip the object now completely around his neck.

The smoke started to disperse. He, he was-

The class gasp as the door opened, the spell hitting the unfortunate unknowing person. He/she was engulfed in a river of blue smoke. Some noticed the chain wrapped around Draco's wrist which snaked over the blue smoke.

Nobody made a move, not even Snape. Each and every one of them was to in the new development. Everybody held their breath as the smoke was starting to fade. First they saw an old wizard with a long white beard; Dumbledore. Then they saw the other person.

The class gasped. It was-

Ha ha ha ! Cliffy!

Reminders: Kanda is wearing his Exorcists coat, he hides his Mugen and his wand under them. Just for the hell of it, the headquarters is in Germany, if I'm wrong, well, whatever.

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