"What Kind of a Man Are You?"

No matter how you looked at it, in the end it was Will's fault. This whole situation could have been avoided. Will knew that, but if he truely believed he would go through his first day unscathed, then he is mortifyingly naïve. Before class began, the twins with red hair introduced themselves. They weren't students but they said their names were Fred and George and that they were Ron Weasley's brothers. They claimed to have only come by to visit him when they heard the news.

Will was congratulated for the great honor, proudly saying that Hogwarts was one of the best schools and even though he was just teaching muggle studies, it would be an amazing and a more productive experience. It was very obvious that the two didn't know Will was a… well… not like them. Will knew this, but kept his mouth shut, attempting to be polite and patient. Two of which are traits, he's not very well practiced in. Also, this was the first time since he's been here, he was being treated like a normal person, so Will shook their hands and smiled at the two boys.

Like I said earlier, Will was a bit of a delinquent in his time, so he smelled trouble a mile away and boy were these two TROUBLE. They reeked in it as if already sweating the guilt.

So, this was all Will's fault. He could have- no! He should have warned the two red heads but he was curious to what they would do. Above all else, it was his pride, to prove to everyone and mostly himself that he could handle any situation. Non-magical or not. Now, he waited with both boys in the Headmaster's office; the two of them were fidgeting and glancing back at him occasionally in shock.

"I don't expect you boys to understand the seriousness of the situation," McGonagall began while Will held the broken rib barely hanging on in his chest. Looking back, he couldn't help but smile. Since he's been here, he hasn't seen magic like that. It was just like what he read in books and he unexplainably felt a thrill rush through him, an old young rebellious feeling, which he was glad it hadn't disapeared entirely. He was laughing and it both horrified and relieved the Professor as she saw he was not entirely harmed, physically… or mentally.

Will put an end to his quiet laughter as she gave him a look, clearing his throat he tells her to continue. "As I was saying," she says turning her attention back toward the boys. "Hogwarts is undergoing in a very delicate experiment and I would like to give both you boys the benefit of the doubt but given your previous histories. I'm afraid that's not possible." McGonagall's eyes meet Will's again, "I need to know the whole story. So, what happened?"

His mind drifted back to this morning, after he met the Weasley twins and ignored their mental warnings.

...

(Earlier that morning)

Will has been a senior educator at his old school, for more than three years. That means he's used to teaching high school. He always wondered how different schools in Europe would be from schools in the United States, if there was a difference at all. His first impression from last night's dinner was a satisfying one, because magical, non-magical, America or Europe. It doesn't matter. Kids are still kids and they gossip, stread rumors, fall in love and break hearts. It made him feel confident to see things he was used to seeing. Still, he felt as if he misjudged Professor McGonogall and needed to apologise for it. Obviously she wasn't who he thought she was, but apologising isn't his strong suit. Understand it's not because he's too proud to do it, but because he was too embarrased to aproach her and admit of his immediate unfair conclusion.

He's happy he will be well taken care of, so he might as well return the favor later. For now, he walked into his classroom, and attempted to settle in. Despite the large windows, gigantic chalk board and never ending bookcase filled books (Damn they read allot), it was still just a normal classroom. There were desks and even a projector. Being a magical school, this was something he didn't expect and this kind of behavior went on until class finally began.

Hermione Granger kept two eyes on two particular non-students. Fred and George Weasley are nortorious for giving new teachers a 'proper' Hogwarts welcome. She watched the two as they snickered at eachother, obviously planning something big. Hermione rose from her seat but Ron immediately caught her by the arm. "If we don't do something your brothers could be in big trouble," Hermione fought.

"A harmless prank won't get them in trouble," Ron smiled at her. He gently pulled her back in her seat, but Hermione wouldn't stop.

"Didn't you hear McGonogall yesterday? Any kind of magic used on Mr. Casper and it's immediate explusion!"

"Lucky they aren't students anymore, isn't it?"

"That could be WORSE!" Hermione hissed in a whisper.

"Shhhhh!" Ron clapped a hand over her mouth as they watched the door open. Sure enough Will paced into the classroom, arms overflowing with books. The correct books. He tried looking for some in the book cases but found nothing muggle related at all. He had to go to the library and carry them back himself. This was his eighth trip. Will looked around the room. He had to make sure his students actually came to class because it was so quiet. Impossibly it was more quiet then before the school bell rang. Also they all seemed so polite and good natured, smiles on their faces, and even angelic halos floated above their heads.

Sneaky little shits, Will thought to himself.

There was no way, no one wouldn't try to mess with a guy like him. He would mess with a guy like him. Will decided to just go along with it, because he saw Hermione sitting in the front. This young lady made a point to speak with him before class began, promising him that she'll keep an extra eye open, just in case some students wouldn't heed to McGonagall's warning. She stared at him with anxiety but Will knew, if whatever they were planning was dangerious, Hermione would have told him by now. So he just smiled and started class like normal.

"Hello and welcome to Muggle Studies," he smiled, "I am your new teacher Will Casper. Now before we begin I thought it would be best to go over some classroom rules."

Going toward his desk, he went to grab his lesson plan. That's when Hermione saw it and the Weasley Twins smiled devilishly, knowing their plan was now in full affect. From beneath his lesson plan was none other than a brand new Weasley Wheezes product that has yet to hit the shelves. They needed to test it on something and what better way than an unsuspecting teacher. What does it do you ask? Well sit back and enjoy the show.

Underneath his lesson plan was a little red napkin. Harmless to the naked eye, but to citizens of the magical world, it is common knowlege that the most innocent looking objects can be the most dangerous. It activates by touch and Will touched it. Hell, he was holding it, and all the students just squinted their eyes and leaned back into their chairs, bracing themselves for the impending chaos.

The napkin caught fire in his hands (literally might I add) and with great and unexpected fear in his eyes, he jumped backwards, dropping the papers, all of them burning and falling toward the floor. All expect the Weasley product. No. It shot fast from the air, like a bullet from a gun, and rammed Will into the chest hard. Will was thrown across the other side of the room, the wind knocked out of him, but that wasn't all. From there it flew up into the air, sparks and flames shot out from it and it grew, shaping itself and molding fire, orange, pink, purple and yellow into wings and horns. Now a flaming dragon, it's burning and unforgiving gaze was locked on the only muggle in the room. With a mighty fire breathing roar, the dragon swooped down, aiming towards Will as if he were a target and instinctively Will grabbed the heaviest book he could find and used it as a sheild.

Fire bounced off the book, leaving behind black spots and steam from the thick cover. Hermione jumped up, along with Harry and Ron.

"I told you this would go horrid!" Hermione snapped at Ron.

"I didn't know it would be this dangerous!"

"Its your brothers we're talking about! They always pull reckless and dangerous pranks-"

"Stop it, you two!" Harry scolded the couple, "That's not exactly important right now!"

The dragon swooped down again but this time Harry was ready to counter it. He held up his wand, speaking some kind of gibberish, Will couldn't catch. Another attack flowed out of the dragon's mouth, fire exhaling fire, and a white light spewed from Harry's wand. Suddenly the burning air impacted the light like a giant wave hitting an enomous rock wall and Ron recited a spell of his own, pointing his wand at the fire breathing beast. It did absolutely nothing, and seemed to make things worse. The dragon grew on it's own, and with his size so did his power. Instantly the students went into panic. It was all chaos.

Some students fought back while the two red heads looked as if they were trying to help, but again, the effort was useless, it seemed almost impossible. Then, the most unexpected thing happened, the flames seemed to be choking and sufficating and it shrank more and more untill it was nothing more than the red napkin once more.

It was Snape.

He was in the classroom now, with his wand extended, giving a well practiced disapproving glare, shaming the students into submission. Hermione, still sheilding Will, looked at him with great concern. "Mr. Casper!" she yelled, but he wouldn't respond. His heart was beating faster than a hummingbird's. Trying to catch his own breath, he struggled to stand as he held his throbbing chest tightly. It ached terribly. "Mr. Casper!"

"I-I'm fine!" he finally choked, "I'm okay!"

He could barely breathe, as if there was no air at all. Looking up at Snape who to an untrained eye, gave him a cold and uneasy stare, but Will knew he was looking at him with pitty and that wasn't okay with him. It was his pride, which made him feel this way, and Will couldn't control it. He immediately looked away, upon seeing it, because it was like a big, unspoken, "I TOLD YOU SO!"

...

(Back to the Present)

"Hogwarts is undergoing in a very delicate experiment and I would like to give both you boys the benefit of the doubt but given your previous histories. I'm afraid that's not possible." McGonagall's eyes meet Will's again, "I need to know the whole story. So, what happened?"

Will was frozen in his thoughts. He wasn't sure what to say.

The two red heads glance back sheepishly at him, with their father by their side as if they were children. Snape was also there. He seems to always be there when he was needed but Will knew there was a reason for it. I can't reveal that to you yet because we have a bigger problem lying infront of us and that is the war and struggle, Will is battling feircely. A place where time is no friend to him, a battle within his mind.

"Mr. Casper, who was it that placed the toy in your classroom?" Will didn't bother to look at the two boys, but he was thinking about them, because he knows they did it and this time he wasn't wrong.

What kind of a man would it make him, if he lied to McGonagall? Would she notice? Would Snape sell him out? Either way. If he tells her the truth, God knows what will happen to these boys, but if he doesn't, he could end up losing some trust between his co-workers. Something he's also not okay with.

"Mr Casper?"

McGonagall didn't understand. She wasn't enforcing such strict laws to be a tirant. She honestly cared for the man, the boys and her students. She didn't want to see anyone get hurt. It was the reason she decided to keep him a secret, but she could not avoid telling the students. That's why she waited untill school started, so she can lay down the laws and make it very clear that Will was under protection.

Some of you may say that it is unnessiary and over the top, but there was once a time when Muggles and Wizards did live together. For a while it was a very peacefully time and Muggles even came to wizards for advice and information to learn, but it sadly wouldn't stay that way. Years after, magic was seen as an enemy and a threat, so there were wars which broke out untill the peace between the two races were over. These wars, which broke the bond between them, were sickening and vial. There was never a worse enemy or a more evil. Both showed their ugly sides through these wars and while muggles eventually lived and moved on, some wizards still hold on to the ancient histories with anger molding their hearts inside out. And these wizards, who remember, never forgave. And they never forgot.

That's why this was very nessisary, but Will was not that kind of man. He wasn't afraid of these boys. Sure they gave him a great scare, but that's because he wasn't ready. Now Will has seen the real magic first hand. Now nothing can surprise him, so that's why he decided to do what he did.

"No Professor," Will lied, "I have no idea who it was and I think we should just drop it."

"Mr. Casper!-" McGonagall fought.

"No please," Will interrupted, he held up a hand to silence her and it worked. "I am the teacher. I will find the student who did this and I will punish him or her, but I need you to leave this to me. Despite what you think, this is still my class, and these are my students. I can take care of it."

McGonagall took a deep breath. "Mr. Casper... they can't get any ideas that may make them believe they can get away with this kind of behavior."

"I understand."

"Then what will you do?"

She stares at him. Looking for the answer, but it looked like Will didn't have one, himself. He pauses for a moment thinking about when finally Will smiles.

READER'S NOTE-

Holy cow I was away for a while. Yes guys, for me that's a while. Now please forgive me, this was kind of lazy writing. I had just finished a very LONG week and I'm actually really tired, also during that week I had absolutely no time to write this chapter. I just hope it isn't as horrible as I see it and hoped you enjoyed it. Anyway comments, concerns or complaints? Please...

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