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Another Year Another DADA Professor	By : kotonori Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1916 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Avoidance
- 2-Reunion
- 3-Need
- 4-Deceit
- 5-Questions
- 6-Scheming
- 7-Photographs
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Another Year, Another DADA Professor
Chapter 1: Avoidance
Warnings: Obviously this contains slash. If you have a problem with that, you are hereby notified to get over it, go elsewhere, and worry about more important things.

Notes: I love reviews; I am a review whore. Did you hear that? Whore! So R&R, please. This is my very first fanfiction, but don't hold that against me. This is a WiP, but chapters 2-7 will be coming very soon, because they're already written. Yay!
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Severus Snape regarded himself critically in the one mirror his chambers at Hogwarts contained. It was mere hours away from the annual start of term feast, and he had to make sure that he looked imposing enough to suitably frighten the first-years before they even stepped foot inside his classroom. Neville Longbottom was a sixth-year now, and would no longer be a giant bulls-eye for Severus to vent his frustrations on. But really, he was glad for the peace Neville's absence from Advanced Potions had promised. No more gigantic fizzing disasters to clean up after, no more Poppy teasing him about the startling number of students Neville's bumbling had sent to the hospital wing.
He scowled at his reflection and turned with a sigh, trying not to think about Hogwarts' newest addition to the teaching staff. 'Another year, another Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor,' he thought grimly.
He hadn't actually met the man. Dumbledore had called a staff meeting the day after the new Professor's arrival so that everyone could meet him, and Severus had conspicuously not turned up. It was ridiculous how many DADA professors Hogwarts had seen over the last decade - a smart Headmaster would've just given Snape the job after the Quirrel disaster. At least he was really himself. At least they knew he'd stay.
But no. This year - yet again - he'd been passed over for the job. This year, it'd been given to one Malachai Tomaren. The name had been boiling in his head since Dumbledore had first announced it. Some foreigner who hadn't himself attended Hogwarts. A foreigner who thought that he was better qualified to teach these children how to defend themselves against Voldemort's evil. Snape wanted to march up to this Malachai and demand to know if he'd even ever come up against the Dark Arts. So often these professed 'experts' were experts in theory only. 'Lockhart, for example,' he groused to himself. ..But of course that would first require admitting that the man existed.
Severus exited his private chambers and went for a skulk round the dungeons. He enjoyed them most as they were now: empty, quiet, and dark. Only a few of the wall torches were lit, and shadows roamed freely through the dank corridors. Now if he could manage to avoid the Bloody Baron, or Peeves, he could enjoy his walk before he absolutely had to join the feast.
But peace was fleeting, and he had to be seated at the head table before students began filing in. He found his thoughts simply would not settle anyway. He just hoped that that Tomaren person wasn't going to be seated anywhere near him. A man could only be civil to so many incompetent professors in his lifetime.
Fortunately, when he reached the great all, there was no face among the already present staff he didn't recognize. Unfortunately, Dumbledore had just popped up behind him before he'd taken two steps towards his seat. And he wasn't alone.
"Ah, Severus. Just the fellow I wanted to see."
Snape grimaced, and slowly turned towards Dumbledore, catching a good view of twinkling eyes and the old man's impish smile. He steeled himself against the introduction he felt was surely coming, and turned his scrutiny to the woman standing next to the Headmaster. Wait - woman?
Severus did a double take, realizing that the 'woman' standing next to Dumbledore .. was just a rather feminine man. An image of Lucius in all his finery flashed through Severus' head, and he realized that really wasn't so odd. And that meant...
"I don't believe you've yet met our newest Professor."
Severus groaned inwardly. Here it came.
"This is Malachai Tomaren. He is, of course, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. Malachai, meet Severus Snape, Potions master and head of Slytherin house." Dumbledore gestured between the two of them.
Severus eyed Malachai distrustfully, ready to hate him at the first obnoxious smile. He had this image of the man being as poufish as Lockhart had been, though now he was changing his mind upon seeing the new Professor's somber color scheme. He was probably only in his twenties, Severus mused scornfully, looking over pale skin and long, stick straight black hair that hung sloppily past his shoulders. The man's robes were plain and black, and looking a little worn. Maybe they'd landed another Lupin. Severus hoped to Merlin not.
"Nice to meet you," the other man offered quietly, and Severus recognized an American accent.
Oh Merlin, not an American. Anything but that. "Yes," he agreed flatly. "You're from America?"
Malachai nodded, expression still blank. It was like he just knew Severus was waiting for an offensive smile, and was determined not to give him the satisfaction. "Not originally," he added, but didn't elaborate. Which was just fine with Severus.
Severus gave Dumbledore a questioning look. He just couldn't help himself. Malachai was now reminding him of a turtle, peeking out of its shell and wishing it could get back inside. What an interesting class the students were no doubt in for this year.
Dumbledore was just smiling. "Well. I think I'd better be doing some visiting. Earlier, Minerva said there was something she wanted my attention about. So if you will excuse me, Severus? Malachai?"
Severus nodded hastily, but Malachai looked as though Dumbledore had just condemned him to death. Oh, charming. A sour expression quickly settled onto the Potions Master's features. Severus watched Dumbledore walk away, towards the head table where Minerva was standing, and then looked back to Malachai, who was still watching the Headmaster.
Great. Stuck with a very unsocial boy.. who'd probably never taught in his life, or actually had to defend himself against the Dark Arts, for that matter.. someone who was quiet, but would still turn up everywhere, getting lost and asking Severus for help... ARGH!
Malachai had apparently noticed Severus glaring at him, for his eyes had grown about two sizes and looked about to bug out of his head. Well, that afforded the Slytherin with a bit of satisfaction, anyway.
"I'm sorry," Malachai mumbled, then turned abruptly and strode off quietly. Severus raised a brow, but couldn't really say he was sad to see the other man go, and anyway he heard Sybil Trelawny crooning his voice wistfully across the room, which was frightening and needed to be dealt with.
The start of term feast actually progressed with little excitement, for once. Dumbledore's speech had been more of the same faire; stick together, love thy neighbor, don't bloody well get yourself killed by some raving Death Eater this year. Of course, Albus always made it sound more moving and tender, but Severus knew that's what he meant. The beginning announcements had been subdued as well, and when introduced as the new DADA Professor, Malachai had made a short, undramatic speech that Severus was thankful for. He doubted any of the students could hear said speech, considering the man spoke so softly that he hadn't even heard it, but he also doubted anyone cared. The students had to be sick of the new DADA Professor speeches by now anyway.
Severus had been seated next to Professor Sprout, who was the only cheerful person he had ever learned to stand, as she had such a candid, no nonsense personality. Once, during the feast, he'd gotten a glimpse of the new Professor, who was seated next to Trelawny. He expected to see another doe eyed stare of horror on the man's face (people tended to adopt that look when faced with conversation with Sybil), but Malachai just looked as if he weren't really paying attention.
I suppose it's just me, then, Severus thought with a bitter twist of lips.
"Something wrong, Snape?" Sprout asked in her usual forthright tone. He heard more than saw her lean forward to peer around him. "Is it that Tomaren chap? Couldn't hear a word he said, earlier. Oh look, Trelawny's predicting his future. Poor bastard."
Snape watched Sybil scoot closer to Malachai, and whisper in his ear with a mysterious smile.
"Hoo! Looks like you've been replaced in her affections, man. And look at that, he's still trying to ignore her! Ah, he'll regret that, she just loves a chase, doesn't she, Snape?" Sprout chuckled in amusement.
Severus ignored that last part, studying Malachai with a line of distrust etched into his brow. Malachai didn't look like he was trying to ignore her, he was ignoring her. He was staring at nothing, head tilted vaguely towards his plate. How was it that Trelawny couldn't ruffle his feathers in the slightest, but he'd all but fled from Severus earlier? Not another one, he thought with dread. They'd all shown the same signs, the previous DADA professors. They'd all had their strange little quirks, and avoided Snape like the plague, because they knew he wasn't buying into their acts. Only this time, he hadn't even had a chance to go through that particular ritual. Malachai had looked ready to flee the room at first sight of him. It could be nothing.. but Snape was no fool. Nor was he very inclined to trust this wizard.
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