Demons and Wands.

I do not own Naruto or Harry Potter. If I did, I would be a multimillionare, and this would be canon. lol. Enjoy.

As a note, this fic chapter is dedicated to Peshomaro. One of my favorite authors who sent me a PM about it and inspired me to write.

Dark days ahead for all it would seem. And tapping his fingers on the desk, Albus Dumbledore would be deeply contemplative as he considered his most recent manuver. Unorthodox though it was to hire one of them, it was certainly a more viable option then letting the Ministry have free reign. More so, if this Umbridge was any indication of Fudges newest desire to infiltrate every aspect of Hogwarts and bring it under his control. He sighed and despite his Lemon Drop candies, was still somewhat depressed at that. There was nothing so stifling as beauracracy after all, and more so in a time where inaction could prove most deadly.

This was one of the reasons among many that he brought back the old Order of the Pheonix. Staunch defenders of the Light, dedicated to bringing down Lord Voldemort before he could bring about a second reign of terror. Or so he hoped...He was hoping for a lot of things nowadays, and after a moment he glanced up at the portrait in the corner as the being spoke.

"Your visitor is here Headmaster. And a most unruly character as well, do you really think-" Dumbledore would raise a hand in reply, a slight weariness to his posture in his chair that had been fast growing for a while as he spoke. "-It was either him, or the Ministries choice and I for one, am not really inclined to let a stooge of The Ministry into Hogwarts. Who knows what kind of mischeif she might get into?" The portrait snorted and crossed his arms. "The same could be said of this new man. Nevertheless Albus, I shall do as you say."

And with that, he left to alert someone to the newcomer, allowing Dumbledore to tidy up a little before the door creaked open and his newest recruit for the post of Defense against the Dark Arts entered. For such a massive man, his tread was unusually silent. More so, even for the kind of being he and his kind were said to be. His lower face, masked by bandages and a metal forehead protector adjusted crookedly on his forehead. He was shirtless as well, revealing a physique hardened by his physical labors as well as various scars here and there as a testament to his work. A little rough around the edges, even by Dumbledores broad standards. Desperate times called for desperate measures however, and with a smile that belied none of his misgivings he stood up and spoke.

"Welcome to Hogwarts, Mr. Momochi." And with a scowl unseen, Zabuza Momochi glared across the desk at Dumbledore as he growled in reply. "Lets just get this over with." He didn't want this job. Hell, he wanted nothing to do with the Sticks, the derogatory nickname shinobi had for the wand wavers of the European countries. But desperate times called for desperate measures, and he didn't trust Gato when he came with his offer to kill the bridge builder. And so, it was to his immense surprise later that he got an owl, and one bearing a letter for him as well as a bottle cap. He could see some of the benefits however, and so here he was. About to become a teacher for a lot of squalling brats who couldn't tell the blunt end of a kunai. He made a note then and there to take it out in blood later.

Perhaps noting his discomfort, Dumbledore smiled at the increasingly stony-faced and tense missing-nin. "Very well then. To start with, perhaps we might go over you and your talents in the role you shall play here?" Zabuza grinned behind his mask mirthlessly as he spoke.

"I am the Demon of the Bloody Mist. I kill in the dark, and leave nothing living in my wake. I am proficient in poison, in the sword. I have slaughtered hundreds to quench my blood thirst, and I have come here. What is it you wish of me?" He would eye Dumbledore as he said this, wondering how the old man would react. Dumbledores response was to scribble out a note on his desk as he spoke cheerfully.

"Wonderful! Excellent teacher material then!" Zabuza's eyes widened briefly at that, caught off guard and would look at Dumbledore like he was crazy before he chuckled. A harsh noise, but a chuckle nevertheless. Dumbledore would take this as a small victory as he looked up at him and spoke. "The terms are relatively simple. So long as you don't kill our students, nor do anything to actively put them in harms way, you are allowed almost full reign in your lessons and your methods of teaching. You also shall be on alert in the school, in case of danger and make no mistake Mr. Momochi ...There will be danger. One of our own most dangerous Dark Wizards has come back, though most will be trying to ignore it."

Zabuza snorted at that and spoke, his voice full of scorn. "Idiots. But what can you expect from Civilian Sticks?" Dumbledore would glance up at Zabuza, his voice light as he spoke. "Another thing I would require is for you to refrain from such terms. Hogwarts has always tried to be a place of tolerance and it will go better with you and your charge I feel if you strive to learn from us, as we shall learn from you." Zabuza almost sighed at this particular part, but would nod. It was just another mission after all. "Fine. Anything else?" Dumbledore considered and spoke casually. "Well...About your..."Unique" weapon. I don't suppose-"

Zabuza's glare would detract most people as he snapped. "The sword stays." The only way anyone would deprive him of his blade was if they were to pry it, from his cold, dead fingers. Sensing that he would get nowhere at that, he would nod and speak. "Very well then. In which case, may I offer my sincere congragulations on your post to the Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Zabuza snorted in reply and made a hand sign. "You may not." And with that, he vanished in a swirl of sudden mist. Startling, but nothing Dumbledore hadn't seen before and with a chuckle, the portrait next to him would speak.

"I foresee interesting times ahead Albus, more so when the Ministry comes about and finds out about this one." Dumbledore sighed and indulged himself in another Lemon Drop as he spoke. "Don't remind me." Time will tell however, if this new teacher would prove to be all he hoped for.

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