Chapter 1

YEAR 1991 AUGUST 15

PLACE HOGWARTS

An elderly man was sitting on a chair while stroking his abnormaly large beard, his eyes showed extreme focus as he looked at a sheet of paper.

"Albus, it must be a curse. Itis not possible that every Professor just left in a year." Albus Dumbledore heard from behind him.

He was surrounded by the rest of the Professors in the school except the history Professor, Professor Binns.

"I think so too." A small man chirped in, he was Professor Flitwick. The man was a highly respected duelist as well as one of the greatest wizads in their time, however due to him being half-goblin he was often robbed of many accomplishments. Not that the man cared.

"I Suppose we should look tlfor a suitable candidate for this year." Dumbledore said as he looked at the files.

"Only thirteen applied, it's less than last year." Dumbledore said. While handing each one to the Professors.

"Hmmm Alex White, he seems quite qualified." The runes Professor Bathsheba said while looking at an elderly man.

"I suggest Quirrell Quirenus, he was one of our own." Professor Flitwick suggested.

"I also think it should be him, he was quite talented." Dumbledore added.

"No, he isn't good at teaching others, I saw him try to teach a fellow student transfiguration. The child ended up with Madam Pomfrey for a week." Professor Mcgonagall said sternly.

"How about him Rudigar Chelsea, He is quite young but he has great achievements, he got an O in all his N.E.W.T exams exceot history, altough it's a shame his has MDD (Magic Deficiency Disease)." Professor Mcgonagall said while looking at man with long black hair.

"Truly a shame. However I seem to remember the name Chelsea." Dumbledore said while pondering.

"It is a fallen family that was quite famous for being merchents in France." The potions Professor, Snape said while looking at the file.

"He seems to be a good candidate, even if he had MDD he doesn't need to duel or do anything to consume much Magic." Mcgonagall said.

"Very well than, we shall vote for him. All in favour to hire Mr Rudigar Chelsea." Dumbledore said as eleven hands raised.

"Well that seems quite a overwhelming positive." Dumbledore said while looking at Flitwick and Snape who didn't raise their hands.

"Well it's decided the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor will be Rudigar Chelsea. Dumbledore said while smiling.

YEAR 1991 SEPTEMBER 1

Rudiger Chelsea a man with long black hair and blue eyes entered a giant castle. His eyes were fixated on the person infront of him.

"Welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Professor Rudigar it's a pleasure to meet you." The headmaster Dumbledore said while looking at the man infront of him.

"It is my pleasure to meet you Professor Dumbledore, afterall you are the strongest wizard of our time." Rudigar said while showing no emotion.

"There is no need to praise me so much Professor Rudigar. I'm simple an old man." Dumbledore said while smiling with a twinkle in his eyes.

Rudiger on the other hand frowned while looking at the elderly headmaster. "Professor, it is quite rude to enter someone's mind." He said regaining his emotionless face.

"Oh my it's an old habit of mine from the time of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, you see many of his men tried to spy in on us.," He said with a smile.

"Understandable, however I would like it if you try to refrain from doing that." Rudigar said.

"Ahh yes I will control myself, now where are my manners keeping you out for so long. Let's go to the Great Hall. The students will come at any time." Dumbledore said while walking away.

Rudigar followed the man, during their walks he observed many things in the castle, such as the abundance of ghosts that where there as well as potraits of many people.

There even seemed to be a portrait of Napolean.

Soon enough they arrived at The Great Hall, the massive door was already opened as Rudigar was quite taked aback by the enormous place.

'It can certainly fit all of the students.' Rudigar thought while putting his gaze on the other Professors infront of him.

He noticed the famous duelist Professor Flitwick and one of the best witches at Runes Professor Bathsheba. What truly shocked him was that there was a ghost there.

Despite his shock he put an emotionless face on the outside. "Esteemed Professors I introduce you to our new Co-worker Professor Rudigar Chelsea." Dumbledore said while looking at the professors.

"Professor Rudigar let's get to our seat." Dumbledore turned his head to Rudigar.

The two of them waled to the seats as Rudigar sat on his seat. He was confused by the one missing person but decided to not focus on that fact.

After a few minutes of waiting, crowds of students started to come in and sit at their seats.

After all the students came in the Hall became quite loud as the children talked amongst themselves.

Rudigar observed the kinds of students he would have to teach. His attention landed on a girl who was changing the clour of her hair and making faces.

'A metamorphmagus huh?' He thought while looking at her.

He stopped observing the students as a group of students entered behing Professor Mcgonagall.

'That's why there is an extra seat.' He thought.

Rudigar noticed that a hat was placed on a seat as he recognised the sorting hat.

Rudigar however imidiately covered his ears as he heard the cap start to sing.

"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,

Your top hats sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head

The Sorting Hat can't see,

So try me on and I will tell you

Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart,

Their daring, nerve and chivalry

Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,

Where they are just and loyal,

Those patient Hufflepuffs are true

And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

If you've a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folk use any means

To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!

And don't get in a flap!

You're in safe hands (though I have none)

For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

Professor McGonagall now stepped forward holding a long roll of parchment.

"When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," she said. "Abbott, Hannah!"

A pink-faced girl with blonde pigtails stumbled out of line, put on the hat, which fell right down over her eyes, and sat down. A moment's pause –

"HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat.

The table on the right cheered and clapped as Hannah went to sit down at the Hufflepuff table. Harry saw the ghost of the Fat Friar waving merrily at her.

"Bones, Susan!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat again, and Susan scuttled off to sit next to Hannah.

"Boot, Terry!"

"RAVENCLAW!"

The table second from the left clapped this time; several Ravenclaws stood up to shake hands with Terry as he joined them.

A few minutes passed by and many students got sorted in.

"Potter, Harry!" Professor Mcgonagall called out.

As Harry stepped forward, whispers suddenly broke out like little hissing fires all over the hall.

"Potter, did she say?"

"The Harry Potter?"

Rudigar paid no attention to the gossiping as he started at the boy.

'So this is the boy who lived' He thought while looking at him.

The sorting hat stayed quite for a few minutes as the whispers began to get louder.

"Better Be..... RAVENCLAW."

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What's this Harry Potter got sorted into Ravenclaw, how wil this change the story? Will it change it at all?