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Prologue

Unexpected Professor

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Supreme Mugwump, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot and Grand Sorcerer was currently in distress.

One would wonder what would put a man of his caliber I distress. Surely the man who had been feared by the Dark Lord himself could handle anything right?

Well, that would have been true if he were facing someone in a duel, but right now he was not dealing with a dime a dozen Dark Lords but something even harder. It was the bane that all Headmasters have to face, finding a good teacher.

Normally it wouldn't be a problem, as Hogwarts was not only famous in Europe but around the world. Many teachers would be honored to be offered a position in the prestigious school, however there was one teaching position that was an endless headache.

Defense Against the Dark Arts.

The position unfortunately was cursed, and he seriously meant it. There previous Dark Lord in petty revenge had jinxed the position when he had been rejected. As it was no professor who had taught DADA lasted more than a year, somehow finding themselves in accidents, humiliated, or even dying.

Oh, how much of a headache that had caused. When he had first found out about the curse he had done his best to remove it, but upon further examination realized how powerful and very dark the curse actually was. It wasn't anything he had ever seen or read about before making him think that it had taken years for Voldemort to design it, and forcing him to rest after it was cast.

Sadly no matter what he did the curse still remained, albeit diminished so it wasn't fatal anymore. Now it just caused bad luck on the Professor who taught the course.

Poor Quirrell. The man had been a wonderful Muggle Studies Professor before, but after his brief trip to Albania he ended up being possessed by Voldemort of all people.

Now, it wasn't like he didn't want to remove the curse, but it was the fact that he lacked the resources to do it. Even if the government refused to acknowledge it, they were still in a time of War and to remove it would severely deplete his power and leave him vulnerable, something that couldn't happen. He was the only one that could match Voldemort if something were to happen.

For 10 years the magical world had been relatively peaceful, and he had used that time as best he could. Just recently he had managed to weaken the fatal effects of the curse further, though it had the side effect of making the misfortune aspect more potent. He had really underestimated the Dark Lord's ingenuity in designing it, but when Voldemort was well and truly dead removing it would be his first priority.

Those damned Horcrux of his were the problem, and no matter what he did he couldn't seem to find them. So long as they remained so did Voldemort.

The incident last year made him worry that the Dark Lord was regaining strength. Possessing Quirrell, and entering Hogwarts without triggering any of the wards, meant that Voldemort's wraith was evolving to something else. He had very little information to go on about Horcrux as no sane person would consider making one, and those who did would not share the information with anyone for obvious reasons. All he knew was that Tom had not been detected until it was almost too late for him to stop.

That's why, right now he need proper DADA teacher. He briefly considering to call Moody but was afraid the man would scare students rather teaching them.

There was Snape, but he was "teaching" the Potion Arts, and he was quite good despite his hostility to the other Houses. Not to mention that Master Potioneers were almost as rare as competent Defense Professors.

His eyes glanced at Gilderoy Lockhart's resume as well as the notes that he got from Minerva who interviewed him. According to her the man was decent at least and quite well known. Not to the level of the legends, like the Boy-Who-Live or himself but at least he can be counted as... what was the muggle saying again?

Celebrity! Yes that's it.

He knew there something amiss with the man, but he knew it wouldn't endanger everyone. He have his suspicion about the man real identity as well

However, he couldn't let his guard down. Last year Quirell has been possessed by Voldemort and who know what Lockhart true nature was, and he didn't want to use a Legilimency probe.

He couldn't afford to take a risk. Not when it comes to the safety of his students, especially not after last year when Hermione Granger had almost been hammered into pulp by a troll! He had just made it in time to stun and bind the beast thanks to portrait who warning him about a student that did not attend the feast.

"I need someone who I can trust...There are many of course but they're all mostly busy with their Auror jobs or their own things...And just because they're good at fighting doesn't mean they can teach..." He muttered

It was then he remember someoned, one of his former students! The lad right now was somewhere in France, studying the Veela culture and checking in with the Vampires to make sure there was no tension between them following the signing of the Peace Treaty.

Remembering him Albus felt a profound sadness. The lad was remarkably bright, and Albus would never forgive himself for what he did to him. Even in his next great adventure he still wouldn't. What he did to him was one of the biggest shames of his life.

He could call him. Yes! A little alteration in the rules and it would be fine, he could also use this as test for the curse. This could work, add in the fact that this would be an opportunity for the boy to socialize with people his own age, even if only for a bit. The boy certainly needed it.

Albus smiled a bit before stand up from his desk, he had someone to call and judging by the time, he was probably not busy. Truthfully, he was now looking forward to September 1st, with him being one of the professors in Hogwarts. A small chuckle escaped his lips as he imaged what Minerva and the other staff's reactions would be.

September 1, 1992

Hermione Granger held back a sigh as she sat in the Great Hall of Hogwarts for welcoming feast. Truthfully she didn't know whether or not she should be happy to be back at Hogwarts.

The reason why? Bullying. From the first moment she entered Hogwarts, she has been bullied. She didn't know what she did wrong, but for some reason she had no friends. Acquaintances? Yes. Friend? No.

Okay, she secretly would admit that she knew why why, she was quite smart and always answering most of the question that teacher give. Add in the fact she was quite strict in following the rules she had alienated herself from her peers. But surely people understood why she was like that right? It wasn't like she was really crazy about the rules, she just felt comfortable with it, when people live under the law it means everyone is seen as equal.

And about the answering question, she loved books, really really loved them. She knew the answer, so why not volunteer? Her answers gave them bonus points to their House!

Well, apparently people think otherwise, and because of her actions, she was known as know-it-all and a bookworm.

Her status as Muggleborn did not help, as people like Draco Malfoy and most Slytherins were always rude to her. Then there was that prat, Ronald Weasley. To be honest he was just a light version of Draco Malfoy. She always said that Weasley was the Gryffindor version of Malfoy.

Okay, maybe Ron not that bad, but he was still pretty bad. He was a prat, always making comments to her, expecting her to do his homework, she wondered how he even past first year. Oh yeah, she helped him. If she knew it would be like this, she wouldn't have wasted her time, and while Ron wasn't that bad, at times he could be even worse than Malfoy.

The girls around her age, rather than talking about their studies were all more concerned with boys and the latest fashion. Seriously, what was so interesting about them? They were still twelve for God sake!

There was also the matter of four trolls somehow entering the school! And she with one in the bathroom!

God, she had been lucky Headmaster Dumbledore arrived just in time to handle the troll. Had he come a few seconds later, she would be nothing more than a stain on the wall due to being smashed by the troll.

Remembering that she still shuddered.

On one hand, she loved Hogwarts. She loved Magical World. The things that she saw and knew existed were simply irresistible! There were so many things, so much knowledge hidden away, and all of it more interesting than Mundane World.

The Magical World may have been more… backward… in technological aspects, but they made up for it with other things. After all you only meet other humans in the Mundane World but, in the Magical one fairy tales came to life. Goblin, Half-Giants, and ghosts were common sights, here, and she loved reading history. Not only history she also delved into spell books as she tried to master every new spell she came across.

She had just spent a year in the Magical World and there still so many things she wished to see. If she left, according to law she would have her wand snapped and her magic sealed, before finally having her memories erased.

To forget such a wonderful World, what kind of idiot wish for that?

No... She only been in here for year, and she was not going to leave, she won't give up that fast. This year would be different. There would be something she saw that would change her mind, something that would reinforce her desire to stay. She would find it and grasp hold of it with all her might.

Though, judging by how she was sitting alone once more at the corner of the table, it would probably be the same, with the same bullying and discrimination she faced previously. She just hoped and prayed it wouldn't happen,

Her eyes briefly darted around, glancing at her housemates. She noticed everyone not paying attention to her since they were all chatting and talking to each other about their summer vacation, she smiled bitterly at this. Jealous at them having friends, despite her being surrounded by many people she couldn't help but feel she was alone at this table.

It was then she noticed it, in a corner of the wall above, a single raven rested there. The raven size's was uncommon, it was quite big for a normal one. Adult raven were commonly between 54 to 63 centimeters, this one was probably 70 to 80 centimeters, and it looked more like an eagle rather than a raven. The bird leered down at the hall, its head slowly swiveling like a machine glaring at each table.

Hermione wondered what that bird was doing here and why no one noticed it until now. She then briefly glanced at the Professors table and saw Gilderoy Lockhart, who according to Daily Prophet would be teaching Defense against the Dark Art this year.

Last year there were rumors that Professor Quirell had been possessed by a spirit or something. The man had left before the First Year finished so the Headmaster himself taught them for the remainder of the year. Hermione herself did not care though, the man had been awful at teaching, though she felt sorry if something did happen to him.

Truthfully Hermione found Lockhart's book quite amusing, the story about him facing a Banshee was one of her favorites. Not only was the man good looking, but he also seemed to be proficient in Defense, she had a feeling that this one would be good at doing his job. He would probably be better than Quirrell at least!

She shook her head dispelling her fantasy, as she began to wonder about the raven. She was probably the only one who noticed it, being that was not chatting with anyone but what about the professors?

As if sensing her gaze, the raven turned to her, and for moment she swore the raven was looking at her directly rather than her table. It cocked its head slightly to one side in confusion, and Hermione realized that the bird really was staring at her. It dark night eyes peering down at her. She stared into the abyss and the abyss stared back at her.

Tearing herself away from the bird, she shuddered, that was not normal animal behavior. Ravens symbolized sadness, loss and even death in some occasions. Those weren't good things, and after entering Magical World she knew that such symbols often had a power if and of themselves. She didn't have any intention of finding out the truth of such matters, especially when they were related to her.

She was about to talk to someone near her, a distraction from the deathly bird. Close or not be damned she needed to get her mind off the raven, though her paranoia was well founded after almost being smashed into a paste by a troll and the bullying.

"Good evening." Albus Dumbledore jovial voice echoed throughout the hall making Hermione blink.

The bushy haired girl glanced at her surroundings and finally noticed the food already being served. She was surprised, had she been too focused observing the raven to not notice the food being summoned?

Albus smiled as the children of Hogwarts paid attention to him, his eyes twinkling as he stared back at them. "I would first like to welcome you all to another year at Hogwarts!" The aging wizards voice boomed across the hall. "And I would like to welcome those who are just starting their first year here! I hope that all of you will come to enjoy the wonders and mysteries this school has to offer, and to those who are coming back, I hope that the summer has emptied your head's properly so that it may be filled with more knowledge!"

A small chorus of groans erupted from a few people at the mention of learning more. In particular, the Weasley twins. They were being far more vocal in their displeasure about gaining knowledge than anyone else.

Hermione only shook her head in minor bemusement. Why some people wouldn't want to learn magic was beyond her, don't they know how exciting Magic is?

"Before we begin the start-of-term feast, I would like to introduce Gilderoy Lockhart who has kindly agreed to take up the position of Professor for Defense Against the Dark Arts!"

At his words, Lockhart stood up and gave everyone a gentle wave, a grin, and a wink. A good number of people clapped, mostly muggleborns and female's, Hermione was also one one of them, though she did it slowly, her eyes briefly wandering to corner and...

The raven still staring at her!

Now she was really, really scared

"However-" Albus' voice cut the cheers, silencing them once again. "Due to some circumstance, Professor Lockhart will only teach the Fourth year students and above." He paused, letting it sink in and watching the students reaction. Most of the female students let out a moan of disappointment. "Make no mistake though, the one who will be teaching First to Third year is someone who is undoubtedly competent." He then turned to the corner, eyes focusing on the dark bird for moment before he nodded "Currently he is quite late since he is traveling around the school, however he will arrive." His eyes twinkling and focused to the Great Hall door "Now."

As if being called, the Great Hall's massive doors opened, every students turned to the door's direction, wishing to see their new teacher appearance.

They couldn't see much though.

The figure was clad in a black hooded cloak that was baggy enough to hide just about any distinguishing feature, not even the gender of the person was recognizable. The cloak had a certain elegance to it, and there was a mixture of gold that wrapped around a few of it parts, around the wrist, ankle and lower part. The figure wasn't tall, only around 5'3", enough to categorize it as short for someone called Professor. Wrapped behind him, was something long, its length about 6'2", whatever it was it was covered by bandage from top to bottom.

The figure walked into the Hall, his gait smooth and silent like a predator. His breathing silent and calm, and everyone noted his light, almost indistinguishable presence, it was like a ghost.

A loud caw echoed throughout the Hall, gaining everyone's attention as they briefly turned their gaze to the dark bird who flapped its wings, making it look larger before it dove down. Everyone's eyes followed it as it pulled up and lightly landed on the new professor's shoulder.

Albus eyes twinkled further, a kind smile adorning his face "You're quite late."

The figure smiled a bit under it's hood, something only seen by the other professors. "I'm sorry..." It voice held masculine, yet at same time quite high pitched tone, almost like the voice of a child "But I got lost on the way back when I finished visiting Hagrid, thankfully Morrigan here."

He extend one hand and the raven slowly walk on it, the bird let out small caw as if saying 'You bet I did!'.

"Allowed me to know the direction to go by sensing her." He said, voice containing mirth at his raven response

"Ah, yes, I understand, Hagrid has wonderful tea and can be pleasant company but he lives quite far from here." Albus nodded in understanding before he stared at the raven. "Morrigan, how is it? Do you enjoy Hogwarts so far?" He asked.

The raven titled her head, then she let out a small caw as if agreeing with the headmaster who smiled at the positive response.

"I'm glad you said so, Fawkes will be happy to see fellow bird in here." He stated, his blue eyes twinkling as if he understand what the raven said.

The raven paused to give Albus a look before she shrugged and let out small caw.

Albus chuckled and turned his eyes back to the assembled students who were whispering to each other. "Everyone. I would like to introduce you to your new Professor in Defense Against the Dark Art."

The figure raised his hand and gripping the hood pulled it down, letting people see his appearance. They all gasped. The professor, was young, not even a teenager in fact. Wild black hair like the crow on his left hand, killing curse green eyes under fashionable black glasses. He gave everyone a gentlemanly smile. If Lockhart's smile was charming, his smile resembled a child, an innocent smile.

"Professor Harry Potter." Albus finished, all the while smiling widely.

"Good evening everyone." Harry greeted warmly. "My name is Harry Potter, and this lovely bird is Morrigan my familiar." He gestured to the raven before bowing his head slightly. "Please take care of us, and I really look forward to teaching you."

The silent suddenly roared as people began shouting.

Hello all of you, fans of Harry Potter! I, Writer with Bad Grammar or WWBG, welcome you to this story. And before any of you make comment, this story have bad grammar yes. You all should notice it by now, that my pen name too

If any of you willing to become Beta you all welcome to, just PM me, and give me your email. Yes, Email, I don't want to make any contact through fanfiction, I'm not open it often, only when I update the story

This story will be AU, as you can see my knowledge about HPverse is quite lacking, enough to categorize this as CrackFic perhaps. Right now, any fans of Negima surely will recognize this. Yes! This is inspired by Negima! That's why I make Harry into professor, in here he also one year older than his generation, which mean he is thirteen border to fourteen now

Harry will be powerful, but so do everyone, they all have their own upgrade. In Harry Potter we rarely seen one on one battle that capable to destroy large building or village. In this fanfic you will find things like that, Dumbledore can destroy a village without problem if he wish to

Like I said, this will be completely AU and there will be crossover a little as well about Magic from other verse. Character from other films or movie also will make appearance in future

I guess this is enough for the prologue, next will be shown reaction of students and everyone about Harry being professor. And yes! I start from Second Year, you all probably notice it already

And pairing... Nope, never think about it. We will see it in future perhaps, however one thing you must know there won't be Harry pairing with older woman such as Bellatrix or like that. The ages difference too big! At least make it five years! Really *sigh*

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