Penny Dredfule-HP Fanfic

[Jamieson]

No: HPFGUIDX 15057


Hey Everyone!!!!!

I've been trying for some time to come up with a HPfnfic idea that I'd be happy with...and I think I've done it. I'm not sure how to post fan fiction, so I apologize if I'm not supposed to post it directly to the sight...

Hope you all enjoy part one of PENNY DREDFULE-THE DARK MUGLLE ARTS TEACHER

Jamieson


     One day, Penny woke to find herself looking into her cats eyes. Morris, her cat, had assumed a post on her chest, and was looking at her expectantly.
    "What?" she said. "Did I forget to feed you last night?"
      Her cat looked at her with that sort of "shows what you know" look, leaped off the bed, and went to sit in front of Penny's closet.
Once there, he began to mew uncontrollably.
     "What Morris? What is it baby?" And with that, Penny groaned, and dragged her tired thirty-three year old body out of bed. She went to where Morris was mewing, and looked down.
    There on the floor was what looked like a stick. Or more aptly, a wand. Odd, Penny though, never had one of those. I wonder  where it came from?
     Morris began to nudge it with his nose, and meowed up at Penny. "What, baby? Am I supposed to pick it up?" Morris purred at  her.
    Taking this as a 'yes', she picked it up. There was a note attached to it. It was written on old, yellowed parchment and was written in green ink. Wierd, thought Penny.
    Wierder still was what the note said. It read:

"Wave me around.    Albus."

    Penny read the note  several times over, which didn't take very long as there was little to read.
    Not being one to disbelieve the supernatural, or the bizzare, she did so. She closed her eyes and began flicking her wrist as if she were conducting a symphony of stringed intstruments. She heard cellos and violins, a few fiddles for good
measure. She opened her eyes.
    Morris had jumped into her arms, purring softly, and green sparkly dust was flowing out of the wand. It seemed to float in the air, falling on her hair and clothes. She studied it more closely. It was winding it's way around her and
Morris, spiraling it's way from head to toe, with Penny in the eye of it all.
    Penny heard a voice: "Just close your eyes, dear, it'll be over soon..."
    She did so, and the world went black.

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    Penny opened her eyes.
    She saw before her a gorgeous room, with portraits of old people on the walls done in great detail, a jewel encrusted sowrd laying against a bookshelf filled to the brim with books; books with titles like: "Fantastic Beasts and Where to
Find Them", "Quidditch Through The Ages", "Magical Me" by Gilderoy Lockheart, and the list went on and on. Some of the other books looked quite old. One was called "Muggles, Who Are They?". It looked to be older than her, judging by the spine
of the book.
    There was also a roaring fire, with two comfortable overstuffed highback chairs in front of it, a perch beside the chair to the right. On that perch was a bird of fire.
    Penny remembered something from Philosophy class in high school (she shuddered inwardly) about the bird called a Pheonix. This must be one, surely, she thought. And in the centre of it all was a man.
    He was very old, with a pointed green hat, a long silver beard and silver hair. He had on half-moon spectecles and a happy grin. He was wearing robes of a deep gold, and they shone in the firelight.
    Penny noticed his eyes last. Those are the eyes of a powerful man, she thought.
    "Ah, Penny!" the man said, "you've come at last! I trust your trip was safe?"
    "Ah...duh?" Penny said. Not the most intelligent response, she thought.
    "Oh, yes, this is all a bit of a shock, isn't it? Sit down, sit down, let me explain. Sherbert lemon? They're quite good, aren't
they? Yes, hello Morris! And how are we, my pet? Good good, shall we begin Penny?"
    "Um....duh?"
    "Still shocked, I can see that. Never fear. Here goes: You are in Hogwarts my dear. The school for Witchcraft and
Wisardry, and I am Professor Dumbledore."
    "Ah. I had an aunt that came here. Aparently. I just thought she was making it all up."
    "Ah, yes, Hortencia! Quite a good Quidditch player, you know!"
    "A quiet ditch plaer?"
    "No, dear, Quidditch, but an explination of that will come later. Back to bussiness: We would like to offer you a position as a professor here. A coveted position at that. We would like you to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts
teacher!"
    "You mean like dark witchcraft, and that kind of thing?"
    "In a manner of speaking, yes."
    "But I don't know the first thing about magic! I'm not a witch! I'm a laywer for crying out loud!"
    "Ah, but you see, there comes the point! We would like someone to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts from a Muggle standpoint."
    "A who?"
    "Muggle."
    "And that is?"
    "A non-magic person."
    "Like me?"
    "Yes dear, like you."
    "Ah, I see."
    "At any rate, we feel that in a witch and wizards education, one must show them the Dark Arts from both sides. That is why we would like to have a Muggle teach the class, let the children know what exists as Dark Magic in the Muggle
world, for they must also prepare themselves for that."
    "But how am I going to teach without any supplies?"
    "Simple. Just think of any book you might need, wave your wand around and it will come to you."
    "Free?"
    "Well of course dear!" Albus laughed.
    "Wow," Penny said, "better than a bookstore!"
    "So, Penny, can we count you aboard?"
    "What will my title be?"
    "Why, that should be obvious, Penny! It would be Professor Dredfule!"

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