Prompt: Defence Against the Dark Arts
Rating: G
Pairings: N/A
Word Count: 155
It had been a weary job that came round every year for Headmaster Dumbledore; picking a DADA teacher was a difficult job, not many were up for it. By Harry's sixth year, already one had die, one lost his memory, one resigned from prejudice, one a phony, and the last an insane woman dragged off by angered Centaurs.
Sighing, Dumbledore sat down at his office chair and folded his hands, staring into one of his many contraptions. Who to choose? What fate would they receive?
Maybe this year they will be captured by dragons, Dumbledore chuckled quietly, now gazing out the window, blue eyes twinkling.
Tearing his eyes away from the happy faces walking into Hogsmeade, Dumbledore started examining his blackened hand. Had his answer; Severus will be the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, I must call him down for a discussion on more than teaching, he decided.
And so, the death plan began.