Note: Bored out of my wits, so, I decided to make a new fanfiction. ^^ Erm… if this idea has been used before, feel free to politely state it in the reviews or email me at [email protected]. Flames are most unwelcome but constructive criticisms are very much welcome. ^-^
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this fanfiction. So, don't sue me. And sorry for the somewhat OOC McGonagall. ^^; I just wanted to experiment on what it would be like to have an OOC McGonagall.
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Prologue:
"Dear, dear," sighed Dumbledore, eyes twinkling behind his half moon glasses. "We seem to be short of teachers for Defense Against the Dark Arts again."
"I know, Albus. All the other applicants have backed away because of the rumors that You-Know-Who will attack Hogwarts without warning." Minerva McGonagall while scanning the Daily Prophet.
"I guess it's time to have a talk with my old friend, Clow,"
"Clow? As in the legendary Cow – excuse me – Clow Reed?"
"Yes, Minerva. He's a good friend of mine," Dumbledore fished his wand from his pocket and chanted a spell that opened a small portal in front of him. He then returned his wand to its place.
Professor McGonagall blinked. "Isn't he supposed to be dead by now?"
The aged headmaster faced the portal and chanted some spells again until the pale face of a young boy, around the age of fifteen appeared. Dumbledore and the young boy exchanged polite conversation for some time until Dumbledore was reminded of the purpose of his calling Clow (or Eriol, more likely) by McGonagall's 'ahem'.
"You called me, Albus?" said the young boy, cocking his head to one side and smiling.
"Yes, Hiiragizawa-san. I would like to ask if it isn't much of a bother to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts here. You see, other applicants are afraid that – "
"That Voldemort will attack Hogwarts?" Eriol asked though it sounded more like a statement. Minerva turned her head to stare at the blue-haired boy with dark blue eyes behind large glasses.
"How does this young boy know?"
"Ah yes… Unfortunately, it is quite true,"
"I will teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, no matter what they say." The blue-eyed mage stated with a tone of finality. "Well, provided that you accept some of my friends into Hogwarts. You will find their help most useful."
"Very well. Thank you Hiiragizawa-san," Dumbledore bowed.
"It's Eriol to you!" Eriol shouted as the portal closed.
"That solves our problem,"
"It sure doesn't solve mine," McGonagall thought, burying herself in the Literary section of the Daily Prophet. "I thought Albus was going to call Clow Reed. Not some underage boy."
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Author's Note: Sorry to all those out there if it was too short. I promise to make it longer next chapter. ^-^ Well, please review.