A/N: I just wanted to say, thank you for the reviews. It means a lot. :) Now, on with the story! Let the fun begin!
As Harry and the others walked into the alchemy classroom at the end of the next day ("Why is every alchemy class after dinner?" said Hermione), they saw a boy sleeping in the professor's desk. He had long blonde hair tied in a braid. He wore Muggle clothes: dark skinny jeans, a black, long sleeve t-shirt, and white gloves. He had to be no older than thirteen; they had no idea why he was there.
"Excuse me," Hermione said to the sleeping boy, consequentially waking him up. He glared at her.
"What do you want?" he grumbled.
"I think you might be in the wrong classroom," Hermione continued, despite his rude manners.
"What makes you say that?" he glared some more.
"Well, this is a fifth year alchemy class," she stated.
"So?"
"Third years can't take alchemy," she went on. The boy's eyes narrowed.
"I'm sixteen, you idiot. I'm here because my dad asked me to help him teach," he snapped his reply, clearly mad about the implications to his height (or lack thereof). Hermione blushed profusely as she, Harry, and Ron took their seats in the last three desks, all of them in the front.
The chattering class didn't notice as a dark-haired man (also in Muggle clothing: a white button up shirt, black dress pants, and white gloves) came in.
"Settle down," he told them in a bored tone. No one but Harry, Ron, and Hermione payed him any attention.
When no one listened to his command, he sighed. Hermione saw the boy's eyes widen as the man snapped his gloved fingers.
Before she could blink, the area above them was engulfed in flames, causing many students to cry out in shock. Just a quick as they had appeared, the flames vanished.
At the very front of the room, amidst the left over smoke, stood the man, who was smirking.
"Now that I have your attention, welcome to Beginner's Alchemy."