On the one hand, I had managed some nice things with my build. On the other hand, I was now in London England in the year 1995. Truth be told even if cloaking myself as human was easy enough, a few fact finding tasks informed me that I may have some problems ahead of me. Thankfully, it was also June, and so I had some time. And no, I was not going to try tangling with the dementors, because as it was, Harry should be able to handle himself and there was something more pressing in some respects. Not the best in some respects, but important enough.

Which is why I handed over the payment, as the owl flew off.

Harry Potter

All eyes were on the figure at the staff table. Truth be told, considering that said figure was an eight foot tall man with brass skin, curling ram horns, bat wings folded about his person like a cloak and viridian flames forming a crown between said horns? For a brief moment, he wondered if there was something the Dursleys kept saying about magic and damnation was actually true? Something about that thought made him shiver and want to puke, even as Professor Dumbledore stood.

"Good evening students. Now, some of you may be curious of our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." At that, there was a lump of ice in his veins, eyes locked onto blackened coals that served as eyes. Given the last few defense professors? He made a note to ask Hermione on how to deal with this, as demon. "He has anticipated this, and asked to address some of the likely concerns that you possess. However, if he attempts to make you sign a contract, you are to report it to another professor and not sign anything."

With that, the Headmaster sat down, and the demonic professor stood. "Greetings everyone. As I am not going to use my true name, you may refer to me as Professor Fiend. I will provide some context as to why I am here, in the material plane. An enemy of mine sundered a powerful artifact and I was thrown here. Sadly, until the energies dissipate in a years time, I cannot depart without losing a great deal of power. So, on finding out where I was, I sent an owl to Hogwarts, as I figured the odds would be good of being the only applicant/" The demon shrugged, even as Snape and Professor Dumbledore glared at him. "Honestly? Your inability to hold a defense professor has an interdimensional reputation."

A part of Harry wanted to dispute that... but could not. "So, rather than setting myself up in a lair and in general lurking around for said year, I instead sought gainful employment. It should be noted that I am contractually forbidden from stealing or tricking you out of your souls or minds, nor can I accept payment or gifts in return for better grades." There is actually a glare on the demons face as he says that. "There are three important clauses on not harming any current students however."

Ah, this was the trick wasn't it? "Firstly, while I cannot do anything to you that Madame Pomphrey cannot repair,. I AM allowed to defend myself and other students, as well as regulated spars inside the classroom. Secondly, if I catch you attempting to learn Demonology I am allowed to transmute you into an animal form for no longer than a week. Personally, I figure at least three quarters of Ravenclaw and Slytherin will end up dead regardless of my attempts to save your lives."

There was an outcry, even as Harry wondered why those two houses... "Ravenclaw because your intelligence will likely outstrip your wisdom and so you will cut out and steps you think are unnecessary or just superstitious and then complain about it when the thing you call up is eating you alive. Slytherin because your ambition will outweigh your cunning and one of you will end up calling up something that will kill you and go on a rampage because you can't control it. Gryffindor won't do it because it requires a great deal of study and math." Was that an insult? Given how Hermione was vibrating and Ron scoffing in agreement around a turkey leg, that was probably an insult.

"Hufflepuff, I'm counting on you to be the sane ones. Still, the final clause built into my employment contract regarding the student body. Harry Potter." There was an electric tingle down his spine, his breathing was quick and firm. "I am giving you public notice that I am contractually obligated from attacking you, involving you in any rituals or schemes, or in general acting with nefarious intent towards you or your friends. I can smell a child hero from a continent away, and I am NOT getting involved in that kind of mess."

The student body was silent, as the professor bowed and sat, shocked and wide eyes turning to Harry, as he tried to hide and ignore them. At least he wouldn't have to fight the defense professor this year?

Voldemort

He looked over his reports from his agents in the castle. Then he looked up. Then back to the reports. Then he crucio'd Wormtail. Then glared at Lucius. "The old fool has a demon teaching at Hogwarts." The dark lords tone was flat and calm, the sort that was a prelude to an eruption of fury, torture and killing curses. "He wouldn't let me teach because he felt me too evil, but he is allowing a literal being of darkness and damnation to teach."

Some would think that a rhetorical question, some would think he expected to be answered. The truth was, as he teetered in the brink of one of those episodes were be remembered everything in crystal clarity as he savaged, ranted at and brutalized everything in reach? It didn't matter if anyone said anything or not, as his temper exploded in a wave of pain and hate, of gnashing teeth and frustration!

The goat buggering old fool! How was a demon less evil and more fit to be around children than him!