Hey guys, I'm back with my new story. This will be set in the Goblet of Fire. This has nothing to do with the poll I set up a week or so back. Just some random plot bunnies that were racing through my head. For those who actually care, I will still be continuing my other stories.

Also so far I have Sakura down for Potions, Neji for Divination, Rock Lee for Physical Education- a new subject I added, Kiba and Naruto down for Care of Magical Creatures, Sasuke down for DADA assistant and Ino down for History of Magic.

The remaining ninjas are: Hinata, Tenten, Chouji, Shikamaru and Shino.

I need the following:

Herbology Teacher:

Astronomy Teacher:

Muggle Studies Teacher:

Arithmancy Teacher:

Ancient Runes Teacher:

Please post your suggestions in a review. The ninja can only teach subjects that don't require spell casting so that's why there is such a restriction on the amounts of subjects they can teach.

If you're wondering where the replaced teachers went, they're all on a vacation in the Fire country. Quite happy they are I'm sure, well maybe not Snape.

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The Strangeness Begins

Did you read the Author's Note? If not then read it! It's important!

Through the gates, flanked with statues of winged boars, and up the sweeping drive the carriages trundled, swaying dangerously in what was fast becoming a gale. Leaning against the window, Harry could see Hogwarts coming nearer, its many lighted windows blurred and shimmering behind the thick curtain of rain. Lightning flashed across the sky as their carriage came to a halt before the great oak front doors, which stood at the top of a flight of stone steps.

People who had occupied the carriages in front were already hurrying up the stone steps into the castle. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville jumped down from their carriage and dashed up the steps too, looking up only when they were safely inside the cavernous, torch-lit entrance hall, with its magnificent marble staircase. 'Blimey,' said Ron, shaking his head and sending water everywhere, 'if that keeps up the lake's going to overflow. I'm soak-ARRGH!'A large, red, water-filled balloon had dropped from out of the ceiling onto Ron's head and exploded. Drenched and sputtering, Ron staggered sideways into Harry, just as a second water bomb dropped-narrowly missing Hermione, it burst at Harry's feet, sending a wave of cold water over his sneakers into his socks. People all around them shrieked and started pushing one another in their efforts to get out of the line of fire. Harry looked up and saw, floating twenty feet above them, Peeves the Poltergeist, a little man in a bell-covered hat and orange bow tie, his wide, malicious face contorted with concentration as he took aim again.

'PEEVES!' yelled an angry voice. 'Peeves, come down here at ONCE!' Professor McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress and head of Gryffindor House, had come dashing out of the Great Hall; she skidded on the wet floor and grabbed Hermione around the neck to stop herself from falling. 'Ouch-sorry, Miss Granger-.'

'That's all right, Professor!' Hermione gasped, massaging her throat. 'Peeves, get down here NOW!' barked Professor McGonagall, straightening her pointed hat and glaring upward through her square-rimmed spectacles.

'Not doing nothing!' cackled Peeves, lobbing a water bomb at several fifth-year girls, who screamed and dived into the Great Hall. 'Already wet, aren't they? Little squirts! Wheeeeeeeeee!' And he aimed another bomb at a group of second year girls who had just arrived.

The bomb never reached its target as a boy, not much older than Harry himself stepped out of nowhere, (had he apparated? But that was impossible inside Hogwarts), and caught the balloon easily. Applying a little pressure into his fist, the boy popped the bomb, water trickling down his fingers. 'Terrorizing the students already, Peeves?' he said, his voice hinted with a foreign accent but aside from that his English was almost near perfect… not mention that it sent shivers down Harry's spine that had nothing to do with the rain. The students took the chance to duck into the doorway without being bombarded by water bombs as the rather intimidating foreigner distracted the poltergeist.

Professor McGonagall sighed in relief, 'I leave you to handle this, Professor Uchiha,' she said and more than happily followed the students into the Hall away from the icy rain. Professor? Harry thought and saw similar looks of confusion on the faces of surrounding students. That boy was a teacher? If he had not been dressed in what the wizards deemed as Muggle clothing, Harry would've mistaken him for a student. He looked barely old enough to be in sixth year yet to their great surprise, Peeves immediately hushed up looking frightened.

'D-Didn't see you there, s-sir,' he said and his grin was replaced by a sheepish look of respect. The boy now dubbed as Professor Uchiha continued to glare at him with stony onyx eyes.

'Peeves,' he said coldly as Harry neared the doorway where everyone was now pushing through, eager to be out of the range of the sadistic rain clouds that continued to pour out its watery contents, 'have you forgotten what happened this afternoon? We don't want to repeat that do we?'

'N-No, sir,' Peeves said quickly, already backing away from the door, 'of c-course not, sir.' Harry thought he saw the new professor shoot him a look as he passed through the door but the next second his eyes were fixed once more on the poltergeist.

'Then I suggest you leave and do something useful for once,' the boy said coolly before once again vanishing into thin air. Peeves immediately zoomed to the opposite side of the Hall and disappeared through the wall. Harry blinked at the spot the professor had vanished but did not look long as he was shoved into the Great Hall by the crowd.

They pushed their sopping hair out of their faces, Ron had a stupid look of awe on his face as they seated themselves at the Gryffindor table located on the furthest left of the hall. Just then, a highly excited, breathless voice called down the table. 'Hiya, Harry!' It was Colin Creevey, a third year to whom Harry was something of a hero.

'Hi, Colin,' said Harry warily.

'Harry, guess what? Guess what, Harry? My brother's starting! My brother Dennis!'

'Err-good,' said Harry uncertainly.

'He's really excited!' said Colin, practically bouncing up and down in his seat. 'I just hope he's in Gryffindor! Keep your fingers crossed, eh, Harry?'

'Err-yeah, all right,' said Harry.

'Hey, Harry,' Fred and George had approached the table and sat themselves next to Harry, both of them with huge grins on their faces, 'Have you guys met the new professor?' George asked.

'Bloody amazing, he is,' Fred said, his eyes glistening in awe

'That incident with Peeves,' George said, hands clasped together in respect, 'though he is a bit on the short side.'

'You mean the boy who was at the Entrance?' Parvati asked, 'he's really good looking,' she turned to Lavender and the two began whispering quietly and giggling. Harry and Ron both rolled their eyes.

'I think he's scary,' Neville said timidly and Harry secretly agreed. He looked up at the Staff table and was surprised to see that most of the chairs were empty, Hagrid he knew was still fighting his way across the lake with the first years and McGonagall was presumably supervising the drying of the Great Hall, a few teachers he recognized but never learnt the names of remained from the old crowd but other then that the Staff table was pretty much deserted. To his relief, Dumbledore still sat in the centre of the table, his fingers interlocked and was observing the bedraggled students serenely.

'Oh, hurry up,' Ron groaned, his stomach rumbling, 'I'm hungry enough to eat a Hippogriff.' No sooner had the words left his mouth, the door opened with a loud creak and Professor McGonagall walked in followed by a long line of rain soaked first years.

If Harry, Ron, and Hermione were wet, it was nothing to how these first years looked. They appeared to have swum across the lake rather than sailed. All of them were shivering with a combination of cold and nerves as they filed along the staff table and came to a halt in a line facing the rest of the school-all of them except the smallest of the lot, a boy with mousy hair, who was wrapped in a giant towel. His small face protruded from over the white fabric, looking almost painfully excited. When he had lined up with his terrified-looking peers, he caught Colin Creevey's eye, gave a double thumbs-up, and mouthed, I fell in the lake! He looked positively delighted about it.

Professor McGonagall now placed a three-legged stool on the ground before the first years and, on top of it, an extremely old, dirty patched wizard's hat. The first years stared at it. So did everyone else. For a moment, there was silence. Then a long tear near the brim opened wide like a mouth, and the hat broke into song.

Backstage, Sasuke rejoined the group of ninjas looking slightly grumpy though his body was almost completely dry. Tiny wisps of steam surrounded him as the chakra he forced to his skin caused the water to evaporate. 'I can't believe we have teach these brats,' he said venomously.

'Come, now Sasuke,' the blonde of the group said cheerfully, 'with that sort of attitude, you'll never become a jounin instructor!'

'Quiet down, Naruto,' Sakura said, frowning threateningly, 'we don't want you to make so much noise that the students will hear us. Remember we're not supposed to reveal ourselves until Dumbledore-san says so.'

Kiba brushed aside the curtain a centimeter and his eyes widened in shock, 'Is that hat singing?'

'Whoa! Let me see!' Naruto said eagerly, hurrying over to the curtain and shoving Kiba aside. 'Oh my God, you're right!'

'I said, be quiet, Naruto,' Sakura hissed, bonking the blonde on the head. Hinata giggled nervously before the stage fell into silence as the Sorting began.

After the last first year, Kevin Whitbey had been sorted into Hufflepuff, Dumbledore stood up once more, 'Now that everyone has settled down… welcome to another year at Hogwarts! Now before we dig in to this spectacular feast- ('what feast?' Chouji asked, 'there's no food.') I have a few special announcements to make,' Ron slumped into his seat in disappointment. 'As you can see, there is a few of our staff missing this year,' Dumbledore continued, 'the reason behind this is because an old friend of mine specially requested that some of her students to be sent to Hogwarts for teaching experience before they are graduated to Professors on their own.' He raised his right arm and the twelve shinobi recognized the signal and body flickered to the front of the Hall just in front of the staff table.

The students gasped as twelve figures appeared out of nowhere. 'Did you see that?' Ron said, amazed, 'I just blinked and they were suddenly there!' Harry shook his head in wonder.

'Did they apparate?' a Hufflepuff girl muttered to her friends. Hermione frowned.

'Hogwarts a History states-.'

'That you cannot apparate or disapparate in and out of Hogwarts, I know,' Ron said, not looking at her, 'you've said that a billion times already.' Hermione frowned but did not reply.

'I would introduce them, but since you would probably forget there names at the current situation,' Dumbledore said warmly, and a few students chuckled. A few of the ninjas raised eyebrows, Sasuke and Neji frowned. 'So I will leave that up to them when you attend their classes…tuck in!'

Immediately food appeared on the tables and Ron sighed gratefully. The ninjas widened their eyes in surprise but otherwise kept their cool except for Naruto, Kiba and Chouji who immediately leapt for the food.

'They've got ramen!' Naruto cried, tears of happiness leaking out of his eyes as he seized a pair of chopsticks and held the bowl as if it was some sort of precious treasure. His fellow ninjas sighed at his childishness but decided not to crush Naruto's happiness on their first night at Hogwarts and seated themselves, cautiously piling food they thought looked familiar onto their plates. All except for Rock Lee who was all out and enthusiastic about trying the foreign food and had his mouth stuffed with a strange looking lump of dough called Yorkshire pudding. Kiba stuffed four large steaks into a paper bag for Akamaru who was unfortunately not allowed in the Great Hall because Professor McGonagall had deemed in unhygienic. He had argued with her for an hour that Akamaru was clean and carried no diseases but eventually gave up.

'Are you sure they're teachers?' Ron said, watching incredulously as three of the 'professors' basically leapt over the table and stuffed their faces happily.

'Who cares, I'm just glad that Snape's getting replaced,' Harry said, cutting up his sausages happily.

'Yeah, but Hagrid's gone too,' Ron said looking disappointed.

Nearly Headless Nick watched mournfully as Harry, Ron and Hermione began to dig into their food.

'You're lucky we even have a feast at all today,' he said, 'there was trouble in the kitchens earlier.'

'Why?' Harry asked, his mouth full of sausage, 'wha' 'appened?'

'Peeves of course,' Nearly Headless Nick said, shaking his head which wobbled dangerously, he pulled his ruff a little higher up his neck. 'The usual argument, you know? He wants to attend the feast- well, it's quite out of the question. You know how he is, totally uncivilized… can't see a plate of food without throwing it.'

'Yeah, we figured that Peeves seemed somewhat hacked off,' Ron said darkly, 'so what was he doing in the kitchens anyway?'

'Oh, the usual,' Nick shrugged, 'wrecking havoc and mayhem. Pots and pans everywhere until one of the new professors, the one with the dark look,' he indicated Sasuke who looked up with a raised eyebrow as if he could hear what they were saying, 'I don't know what he did or how he did it, he accomplished the impossible. He stopped Peeves. All he did was look him in the eye and suddenly he was begging on the floor for forgiveness. He even made Peeves help the house elves clean up the me-.'

There was a clang as Hermione knocked over her goblet of pumpkin juice, spreading an orange stain onto the white linen however she paid no attention to it. 'There are house elves here?' she said, staring horrorstruck at Nearly Headless Nick, 'at Hogwarts?'

'Of course,' Nick replied, surprised by her reaction, 'largest dwelling in Britain, I believe. Over a hundred.'

'I've never seen one!' Hermione exclaimed.

'Well they hardly leave the kitchen during the day,' Nick said, 'usually come out at night to do a bit of cleaning, tend to the fires, I mean they're not supposed to be seen are they? That's the mark of a good house elf-.'

Hermione stared at him, 'But they get paid?' Hermione asked, 'they get sick leaves and holidays and pensions and everything.' Nick chortled so much that his head fell off and dangled on a piece of ghostly skin and muscle.

'Sick leave and pensions?' he said, securing his head back onto his neck, 'house elves don't want sick leaves and pensions!' Hermione glanced down at her hardly touched food and pushed her plate aside.

'Oh c'mon, 'Er-my-knee,' said Ron, accidentally spraying Harry with bits of Yorkshire pudding. 'Oops-sorry, 'Arry-,' He swallowed. 'You won't get them sick leave by starving yourself!'

'Slave labor,' said Hermione, breathing hard through her nose. 'That's what made this dinner. Slave labor.' And she refused to eat another bite. The rain was still drumming heavily against the high, dark glass. Another clap of thunder shook the windows, and the stormy ceiling flashed, illuminating the golden plates as the remains of the first course vanished and were replaced, instantly, with puddings.

'Treacle tart, Hermione!' said Ron, deliberately wafting its smell toward her. 'Spotted dick, look! Chocolate gateau!' But Hermione gave him a look so reminiscent of Professor McGonagall that he gave up.

'Urg, this British food is very filling,' Ino groaned, she had eaten the least of the group and was currently rubbing her stomach.

'It is very delicious,' Hinata said politely but even she didn't finish the first course.

'Yes I admit it does taste very good,' Neji said which surprised them 'that pudding over there is basically made of sugar. No wonder everyone's so fat.'

Only Naruto and Chouji proceeded onto the desserts and after the dinner, even Chouji was so full he couldn't eat another bite.

'So!' said Dumbledore, smiling around at them all. "Now that we are all fed and watered,' ('Hmph!' said Hermione) 'I must once more ask for your attention, while I give out a few notices. Mr. Filch, the caretaker, has asked me to tell you that the list of objects forbidden inside the castle has this year been extended to include Screaming Yo-yos, Fanged Frisbees, and Ever-Bashing Boomerangs. The full list comprises some four hundred and thirty-seven items, I believe, and can be viewed in Mr. Filch's office, if anybody would like to check it.' The corners of Dumbledore's mouth twitched. Sakura frowned as Naruto's eyes widened in excitement at every item that was mentioned. He continued, 'As ever, I would like to remind you all that the forest on the grounds is out-of-bounds to students, as is the village of Hogsmede to all below third year.'

'The Forbidden Forest isn't that dangerous,' Kiba muttered.

'It is also my painful duty to inform you that the Inter-House Quidditch Cup will not take place this year.'

'What?' Harry gasped. He looked around at Fred and George, his fellow members of the Quidditch team. They were mouthing soundlessly at Dumbledore, apparently too appalled to speak.

Dumbledore went on, 'This is due to an event that will be starting in October, and continuing throughout the school year, taking up much of the teachers' time and energy-but I am sure you will all enjoy it immensely. I have great pleasure in announcing that this year at Hogwarts-,' but at that moment, there was a deafening rumble of thunder and the doors of the Great Hall banged open. A man stood in the doorway, leaning upon a long staff, shrouded in a black traveling cloak. Every head in the Great Hall swiveled toward the stranger, suddenly brightly illuminated by a fork of lightning that flashed across the ceiling. He lowered his hood, shook out a long mane of grizzled, dark gray hair, then began to walk up toward the teachers' table. A dull clunk echoed through the Hall on his every other step. He reached the end of the top table, turned right, and limped heavily toward Dumbledore. Another flash of lightning crossed the ceiling.

Hermione gasped. The lightning had thrown the man's face into sharp relief, and it was a face unlike any Harry had ever seen. It looked as though it had been carved out of weathered wood by someone who had only the vaguest idea of what human faces are supposed to look like, and was none too skilled with a chisel. Every inch of skin seemed to be scarred. The mouth looked like a diagonal gash, and a large chunk of the nose was missing. But it was the man's eyes that made him frightening. One of them was small, dark, and beady. The other was large, round as a coin, and a vivid, electric blue. The blue eye was moving ceaselessly, without blinking, and was rolling up, down, and from side to side, quite independently of the normal eye-and then it rolled right over, pointing into the back of the man's head, so that all they could see was whiteness. The stranger reached Dumbledore. He stretched out a hand that was as badly scarred as his face, and Dumbledore shook it, muttering words Harry couldn't hear.

The ninjas couldn't help but be intrigued by the man. Sure they'd seen men in worse shape but the man seemed to carry an air of experience with pain. Probably just as much as a ninja, this was a first since they had entered the peaceful and sheltered wizarding world. The blue eye swiveled around to survey the students before settling on the new teachers. It remained for a few seconds longer, observing them. A few of them frowned, feeling insecure of being watched so closely.

'Our new Defence Against the Dark Arts Teacher,' Dumbledore said cheerfully, 'Professor Moody.'

It was usual for a new staff member to be greeted with applause when introduced but today neither the staff nor the students clapped. Some of the new teachers, a pretty girl with long navy blue hair and weird white eyes and a girl with short bubblegum pink hair clapped alongside politely with Dumbledore whilst the others just put their hands together once or twice unenthusiastically. Everyone else seemed too transfixed by the man's appearance to do much more than stare at him.

'As I was saying,' he said, smiling at the sea of students before him, all of whom were still gazing transfixed at Mad-Eye Moody, 'we are to have the honor of hosting a very exciting event over the coming months, an event that has not been held for over a century. It is my very great pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year.'

'You're joking!' Fred said loudly. The tension that had occurred since Mad Eye Moody's arrival was immediately as the Hall broke into laughter. Dumbledore chuckled appreciatively.

'No, I am not joking, Mr. Weasley,' he said, 'but now that you mentioned it, I did hear an excellent one over the summer about a troll, a hag and a leprechaun-.' Professor McGonagall cleared her throat loudly. 'But perhaps this is not the time… no… now where was I? Oh yes the Triwizard Tournament.'

'He doesn't seem to take things very seriously,' Neji observed the old man thoughtfully.

They listened as Dumbledore continued to explain the history of the tournament. 'What sort of school names are Beutbachens and Dung-Strap?' Naruto questioned.

'It's Beauxbatons and Durmstrang!' Sakura corrected, though she had to agree. I mean who in the right mind would name a school after a pig's skin condition?

'You know this kind of sounds like a very toned down version of the Chunnin exams,' Sasuke commented, staring around at the Hall of excited students that were whispering amongst themselves. But it nevertheless caught his interest at the mention of a death toll.

'Yeah, but who would hold such a troublesome tournament just for fun?' Shikamaru yawned. He couldn't wait for the speech to be over so that he could finally go to bed. He reached up and popped his neck which earned a disgusted look from Professor McGonagall.

'Eager though I know all of you will be to bring the Triwizard Cup to Hogwarts,' he said, 'the heads of the participating schools, along with the Ministry of Magic, have agreed to impose an age restriction on contenders this year. Only students who are of age-that is to say, seventeen years or older-will be allowed to put forward their names for consideration. This-,' he raised his voice as several people cried out in outrage, 'is a measure we find necessary given that the tournament tasks are difficult and dangerous and it is highly likely that students below sixth and seventh year would be able to cope with it. I, myself will be personally ensuring that that no underage student hoodwinks our impartial judge into making them Hogwarts champion,' his eyes twinkled for a moment on the mutinous faces of Fred and George, 'I therefore beg you not to waste your time attempting to enter if you are below the age of seventeen.

'Now before you all go off to bed,' Dumbledore added, 'in the absence of Professors Snape and Sprout, Slytherin and Hufflepuff hose will have temporary Heads of Houses. The new head of Slytherin is Professor Uchiha,' Dumbledore gestured towards the dark haired man who they had previously seen at the Entrance. He stood, gave a curt nod and sat down looking completely disinterested as a few girls from the Slytherin table squealed. 'And the new head of Hufflepuff is Professor Uzumaki,' a cheerful looking boy with blond hair and tanned skin stood up and waved enthusiastically at them.

'Hey, I'm Naruto Uzumaki- dattebayo!' he said enthusiastically. Harry couldn't help but notice their contrasting personalities.

'Well now that I have no more to say, it is getting late and I know how important it is to be alert and rested for your lessons tomorrow morning. Bedtime, chop, chop,' with that Dumbledore sat down and began to talk with the other teachers.

There was a lot of shuffling and scraping as the students stood up, eager to go to bed after the long journey and large feast. Fred and George however remained behind. 'You can't do this to us,' they yelled. 'We're turning 17 in April!' Dumbledore chucked warmly.

'Oh, who cares, George,' Fred grumbled, 'we're going to enter anyway.' The twins didn't intend for the last part to be heard but the ninjas with their advanced hearing definitely caught it.

'Should we stop them Dumbledore-san?' Neji asked.

'I have it all under control,' Dumbledore replied brightly, 'you twelve should probably head up and prepare for your lessons tomorrow.

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