Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters…J.K. Rowling does. I don't own Hogwarts, although it'd be pretty awesome if I did. Some of the chapter, okay a lot of it, is directly from the book, but I couldn't just go and change poor Dumbledore's speech now could I? I don't really own anything in this fic except Drea. She's the best, I love her. In a completely non-sexual way.

Oh, and if you actually like Harry or Hermoine, don't read this, because it really doesn't follow them at all, and being that the fic is based around Severus, it probably not going to say very nice things about them. Okay, enough of my blabbering…ONWARD!!

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Chapter One – Little did he know…

Severus sighed and put down the parchment he had been reading. He had once again been cheated out the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. And by Alastor Moody, no less, he thought. He was a good Auror in his day, but his day ended long ago. He sighed again as he headed down to the Great Hall to await the students.

How he hated this job. It wasn't potions that he minded so much, but the students, or to be more precise, the immaturity of the students. Especially Potter. Potter was so lucky to even be alive, and yet he continued to risk his life as though he were invincible. Now if he were in my custody, he thought, smirking at the idea, I'd -

"Hello Severus. You're sending out a tense aura. Is something troubling you, dear?" asked Professor Trelawny as she swooped down on him.

Severus smirked as he thought about the startling resemblance between Trelawny and a praying mantis. The smirk quickly changed to a look of disgust, though, when Trelawny put her hand on his shoulder.

"No, professor, I'm quite alright, thank you," he replied stiffly. "Now please remove your hand from my robes, they were just cleaned." Professor Trelawny looked taken aback, then disappointed as she glided into the Great Hall.

Severus took one final breath as he prepared himself for whatever it was that awaited him. Dumbledore had asked that all the teachers arrive half an hour earlier than usual and Severus was unusually curious. He already knew about the Triwizard Tournament, what could be more important than that? Maybe Potter has been mortally wounded and won't be returning to Hogwarts this year, he allowed himself to wish. He smirked as he entered the Great Hall and took his usual spot at the table.

After another five boring and uneventful minutes, Dumbledore stood up to make his speech. "As you all know, the Triwizard Tournament will be held this year. I just wanted to remind you all that we must treat all members of all three schools equally."

What? thought Severus. This is the reason that I had to leave my lesson planning? Sometimes I really do wonder if Dumbledore's fallen off his rocker.

"Speaking of which," he continued, "I have called you here to let you know that we will have a new student this year. She's fourteen years old and she's transferring from Durmstrang. Now I want you all to help her out as she may find it difficult to be in a school that is opposing her old one, especially during such a large event. That is all."

Dumbledore sat back down and picked absent-mindedly at a fingernail. Everyone was silent for a moment, and then, as though on cue, they burst into conversation, either about the new student or the Triwizard Tournament. Severus didn't join in, however, for he was staring at the empty chair next to Dumbledore.

About ten minutes later, Professor McGonagall went to fetch the first years. Severus' thoughts were interrupted by he chattering of students 2nd through 7th year. He subconsciously scanned the crowd for Potter, although he knew that he would be there, as Dumbledore hadn't mentioned anything about him. Or had he? Severus had a horrible habit of zoning out, picked up from the many years of lectures and beatings from his father.

Merlin's Third Testicle, he thought as he spotted the Holy Trio entering the Great Hall. He spirits were slightly raised as he spotted Colin Creevey approaching Harry. Colin had always annoyed Harry, and Severus was glad that it would continue.

Finally glancing toward his own house's table, Severus was relieved to see that Malfoy was back. Good, he thought, his father hasn't gotten him into Durmstrang yet. I'll remember to congratulate Narcissa. Severus had never been particularly fond of the boy, but he would hate for him to be on the Dark Lord's side, and everyone knew that Durmstrang was a Dark Arts school.

His thought faded from Malfoy to the new girl. What did Dumbledore say her name was? Only then did he notice that the sorting hat was speaking.

"…brains in me

So I could choose instead!

Now slip me snug about your ears,

I've never yet been wrong,

I'll have a look inside your mind,

And tell where you belong!"

Severus assumed by the sudden clapping that the Hat had finished. When all of the clapping and chatter had died down, he heard the annoying voice of Professor McGonagall.

"When I call out your name, you will put on the Hat and sit on the stool," she told the first years. "When the Hat announces your house, you will go and sit at the appropriate table."

"Ackerly, Stewart!"

A boy walked forward, visibly trembling from head to foot, picked up the Sorting Hat, put it on and sat down on the stool.


"Baddock, Malcolm!"


"Branstone, Eleanor!"


"Cauldwell, Owen!"


"Creevey, Dennis!"

Ah, finally, something for me to focus on. This Sorting may be the death of me! thought Severus. He watched as the Hat decided that Dennis should go to…


My, won't this be amusing. An extra someone to annoy Potter. Only then did he notice that the younger Creevey boy was sopping wet. By listening carefully, he could just barely make out what had happened.

"…fell in!…It was brilli…something in the…grabbed me and…back in the boat!" exclaimed Dennis.

"Cool! …probably the…uid Dennis!" explained the older of the two, in the same excited tone.


"Dennis! Dennis! See that…down there? …one with the …nd glasses? See him? Do …who he is, Dennis?"

Severus chuckled to himself. It wasn't quite a laugh, Severus hadn't laughed in a long time, but it was a chuckle, and that was all that he needed to distract him. He thought about how many hours the Creevey brothers would spend annoying Potter, and it was just enough to keep him distracted until the last student. He never did catch the name, but he did manage to hear…


The students looked expectantly at Professor Dumbledore, waiting for him to say his three-word speech, but then noticed that there was one girl left. She definitely did not look like the other students. For one thing, she had bright purple hair. That was probably the biggest shock. For another thing, she looked about five years older than the other students did. Severus knew that she was only three years their senior, but questioned for a moment whether she had been held back a year. He also wondered if she was gothic, but dismissed the thought, as she had no jewelry, nor strange make-up.

Dumbledore stood up, and the eyes of all of the students, as well as the ghosts and the staff, followed him. After a moment's pause, he spoke.

"This is Drea Atheanae Daray, she's a transfer student from Durmstrang. She will be beginning in fourth year. She may know more or less than some of you because of the differences in curriculum, but nevertheless, you will treat her with the respect that everyone in this school deserves. Despite which house she is sorted into, I trust that she will be welcomed warmly."

Dumbledore nodded to McGonagall, and she signaled to Drea to step up to the Sorting Hat. She seemed surprisingly confident to Severus, although he had grown bored of the sorting. He propped his head up on one hand, and thought about the shower that he would enjoy just before heading off to bed. He just wished that the bloody sorting would end soon.

"Hmm…interesting," the Hat whispered so that only Drea could hear. "Plenty of courage, I see. In fact, if I'm not mistaken, that's the meaning of Drea. Clever as well, very witty. You work hard for what you believe in, do you not? Ahhh, but your desire to prove them all wrong is strong, very strong…let's see…I'll put you in…


Severus snapped back into reality when he heard this. What?! This purple haired child was in Slytherin? But…how? What? Why? Okay, get a hold of yourself, it's okay. I should have seen this coming, she did go to Durmstrang, after all. She'll be just like all the other Slytherins. It won't be a problem. Why was he acting this way? It would be just fine, it had just caught him off guard, that was all. Without really noticing the sudden appearance of food, Severus began to eat.

Finally, when the puddings, too, had been demolished, and the last crumbs had faded off the plates, leaving them sparkling clean, Albus Dumbledore got to his feet again. The buzz of chatter filling the Hall ceased almost at once, so that only the howling wind and pounding rain could be heard.

"So!" said Dumbledore, smiling around at them all. "Now that we are all fed and watered, I must once more ask for you attention, while I give out a few notices.

"Mr Filch, the caretaker…"

Probably a list of things that are newly forbidden. When will the man learn that it only makes the students want them more? Severus sighed.

"…four hundred and thirty seven items, I believe, and can be viewed in Mr Filch's office, if anybody would like to check it."

Severus swore that he saw the corners of Dumbledore's mouth twitch.

"As ever, I would like to remind you all that the Forest in the grounds is out-of-bounds to students, as is the village of Hogsmeade to all below third year.

"It is also my painful duty to inform you that the inter-house Quidditch Cup will not take place this year."

Severus watched the faces of the students. Some were talking up a frenzy, while others looked too shocked to speak.

Dumbledore continued, "This is due to an event that will be starting in October, and continuing throughout the school year, taking up most 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.

There stood Mad-Eye Moody, leaning upon a long staff, shrouded in a black travelling cloak. Severus straightened up, suddenly noticing that he was leaning against one hand, and watched as every head swiveled toward Moody. He took great amusement in watching the reaction of the students.

A dull clunk echoed through the Hall on Moody's every other step. He reached the end of the staff table, turned right and limped heavily towards Dumbledore. Another flash of lightning crossed the ceiling. Several students gasped.

Severus guessed that they must be noticing the man's gnarled face, along with his magic eye. Of course, they didn't know that it was magic, and Severus had to admit that he did look frightening.

Moody reached Dumbledore. He stretched out a hand and Dumbledore shook it, muttering words that Severus couldn't hear. He seemed to be making some inquiry of the stranger, who shook his head unsmilingly and replied in an undertone. Severus guessed that he must have asked about the trip there, or why he was late, and let it drop. Dumbledore nodded, and gestured the man to the empty seat on his right-hand side.

Moody sat down, shook his mane of dark gray hair out of this face, pulled a plate of sausages towards him, raised it to what was left of his nose and sniffed it. He then took a small knife out of his pocket, speared the sausage on the end of it, and began to eat. Severus turned away, disgusted, and only looked back when Dumbledore began to speak.

"May I introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," said Dumbledore brightly, into the silence. "Professor Moody."

Dumbledore and Hagrid put their hands together for Moody, but the sound echoed dismally into the silence, and they stopped fairly quickly. Everyone else seemed too transfixed by Moody's bizarre appearance to do more that stare at him.

Dumbledore cleared his throat again.

"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 which 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!" Severus heard either Fred or George Weasley say loudly, he wasn't sure which. Nearly everyone laughed, as the tension that had filled the room moments earlier was broken. He even heard Dumbledore chuckle.

"I am not joking, Mr Weasley," he said, "though, now you mention it, I did hear an excellent one over the summer about a troll, a hag and a leprechaun who all go into a bar - "

Severus shook his head disapprovingly. He HAS gone off of his rocker, the poor bloke.

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat loudly.

"Er - but maybe this is not the time … no …" said Dumbledore. "Where was I? Ah yes, the Triwizard Tournament … well, some of you will not know what this Tournament involves, so I hope those who do know will forgive me for giving a short explanation, and allow their attention to wander freely…"

This was just what Severus needed, another long speech that he had already heard many times over the summer holidays. And he did allow his attention to wander freely, just as Dumbledore had suggested.

Mad-Eye Moody. What a prat. Exploding dustbins, what will he come up with next? Next thing you know, he'll be doing the Unforgivables in class. Severus released a sigh. Receiving a rather strange look from Professor Sinistra, he realized that he had placed his head in his hands. Straightening up, he caught a glance from Professor Trelawny. With a look of disgust, he decided that he was probably more safe watching the students.

Severus then realized that he hadn't even checked who his new students were. Turning towards his own table, he scanned for new faces. Drea caught his eye first, but then again, she would, what with having purple hair. She was interesting, he decided, not what he would have expected, coming from Durmstrang. He wondered where he'd seen her before, she seemed familiar. Casting her aside with his eyes, he checked for other students. Malcolm Baddock was there, of course, his parents were hoping to be upped in rank by breeding a full-fledged Death Eater. Two more kids that he didn't recognize were there too, one boy and one girl. Oh well, I'm sure to find out who they are soon enough. Allowing his thoughts to go back to Professor Dumbledore, he realized that he had managed to miss the entire speech. Perfect, I'll just leave the first years to the Prefects and go to my chambers.

Severus stood up, and gave his orders to the Prefects. He glanced the little purple-haired girl again, but quickly stalked away to his chambers for his long awaited shower. Little did he know that the purple-haired girl would affect his life more than he could ever imagine.

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Okay, so that's my first chapter. Tell me what you think! And really, if you think it sucks, let me know so that I don't waste all my time writing something that sucks. Just a caution, this is NOT a fluffy love-y story. Severus does NOT fall in love with Drea, and visa-versa. Thanks for reading!! Muah!!