Disclaimer: I own zip, nada, nilch. Nothing Harry Potterish in general. I don't even have my own copys of the books. Now how's that for pathetic.

Warnings: Umm, Not sure yet. Random insanity, I suppose. And a new Character!! This chapter is done slightly from his POV, although not in first person.

     The class just stared blankly at the short man before them. He was wearing Muggle jeans, white t-shirt, a pair of Doc Martins, and a backwards baseball cap that covered yellowish blond hair.
      The Professor, in turn, stared right back at his class through silver blue eyes. He had been late to breakfast that morning, and thus, hadn't seen any of these students yet. He was informed that this was the 5th year, 'Gryffindor' house, whatever that meant. His sister and nephew had tried to explain the whole house thing, but it had gone right over his head.
     A bushy haired brunette in the front row raised her hand. The professor mearly raised an eyebrow at her and she put it down. That was another thing his family had warned him about. That these students, and teachers, would judge him just because he was teaching the ill-famed "Defense Against the Dark Arts" class. So he decided to give them something to judge about. Class had started 15 minutes ago, and he had yet to say a word to them.
     "Psst." He heard from the back of the room. He pinpointed it as the red headed boy, who sat next to a black haired, green eyed boy with glasses. Ron Weasley and Harry Potter his mind supplied him with the names. "Hey, Harry," he heard the boy whisper again. "Do you think he's as cracked as his sister?"
     The professor cleared his throat, and once again, all attention was on him. "Tiel is not 'cracked' as you call her," he said. "You simply cannot appreciate her level of living."
     "Umm, Professor?" said the brunette who raised her hand earlier. "Dumbledore said you two were related. Is that true?"
     "Yes, Hermione, it is." He smirk slightly as the girl's brow creased as she tried to figure out how he knew her name. "Tiel is my sister. And now, I figure I must introduce myself. I am Professor Turahi Yudhistir Xiomar Azorleah. You may call me Professor Azorleah, or Professor Tyxa, which is my initials. I understand that Tiel has given you all permission to call her Raspberry?"
     "Yes, Professor Tyxa," The brunette replied. Turahi sighed and wondered if anyone other then her and the red head had tongues in this room. He quickly racked his brain for something to say to them, although he knew they already had first impressions.
     "How much do you all know about the Dark Arts?" he asked finally.
     "More then we want to," the green eyed, glasses boy muttered.
     Turahi pointed at him. "And why is that?" he said, although he already knew the answer. After all, he was half-siblings with a woman who was married to a Death Eater. He, too, had seen more the the Dark Arts then he wanted to. Especially at his brother-in-law's house. But that was another story.
     Harry gave him a look that said, 'Are you stupid or have you been in a coma for 15 years?' and slouched in his chair. Turahi had seen that posture in muggle high school boys before. It was their way of saying, "Go on, teach me." He wondered if he should send Harry down to talk to Raspberry and shook it away.
     "Nevermind, stupid question. Well, this year, we probably aren't going to be doing very much in the way of learning hexes, curses and banishments like in previous years. No, we're going to study the depth of Dark Magic, and what exactly turns a wizard, or witch, dark. And don't tell me 'Power corrupts' I'll just seek to prove you wrong. I taught religion at a muggle community college before coming here, so I know you all have opinions about EVERYTHING and I'm going to expect you to tell them in this class. Any questions?"
     You could have heard a pin drop in the silence. As it was, someone coughed quietly from the back and Turahi could have sworn he heard crickets. Then he glanced at Ron, who was smirking and holding a chirping cricket in his hand. Turahi thanked all his lucky stars by name that the older Weasley twins graduated before he got here.
     "Professor Tyxa?" This time it was a dark boy, sitting with a twittery blond girl who hung off his shoulder. Turahi nodded at him and he continued. "Why exactly aren't you in robes, if you mind my asking?"
     "What's your name?"
     "Dean Thomas, sir."
     "Not sir. We aren't in some sort of army yet. Just Professor Tyxa. And as for your question, well, I just didn't feel like it. And if any other teachers ask, I'll tell them they haven't arrived yet."
     Even more silence met this proclomation, and Turahi sighed for what must have been the millionth time. "You kids really don't like me, do you?" he asked.
     "We haven't quit made up our minds, professor," the Irish boy sitting by Dean said. "You DO have awfully big shoes to fill, ya know."
     "I see. I take it you're Seamus?"
     Before the sandy haired boy could reply, a cheery voice called out "Knock Knock!" and Raspberry waltzed into the room, Joe twittering behind her.
     Turahi put his face in the palm of his hand and sighed AGAIN. He really needed to break that habit. "Tiel, what are you doing?"
     "Why, checking up on my favorite students and beloved baby brother!!" she smiled at the students, who had begun to snicker as Turahi's face turned red.
     "For starters, Tiel, I'm not your baby brother. We are twins. And for second, I'm trying to conduct a class, you know." He gave his sibling a look of long suffering and mentally willed her out of the classroom. It didn't work, of course.
     "Conduct, schundmuckt. I'll bet you're just now introducing yourself, right? Even though class started a while ago?" Turahi groaned and the students laughed again.
     "Tiel, please." Again, the plea was lost on her.
     "I'll bet," she began. "That you just stood here for 15 minutes, getting up your nerve to even open your mouth and speak to them, didn't you?" The class laughed outright at this, as Turahi sank into his desk chair, face burning from embarassment. "Did you know, kids, that in the muggle community college he taught at, in his very first class, he didn't actually say a word to the class, just handed out a syllabus and sat there?"
     "Tiel, leave!" Turahi finally snapped. Joe squeaked and Raspberry 'eeped' and they fled the classroom quickly.
     "As much as I love her. . . " he muttered, before taking a deep breath and turning back to the class. "As you all know now, Tiel and I are twins, and yes, she will spend the rest of the year seeing how many times a day she can make me turn red. And when she's in joker mood, she can give Ron's older brothers a run for their money."
     A chime sounded in the distance, and the class got up. Just as they were leaving, Turahi turned to get something off his desk and tripped over a quill dropped on the floor. He landed on his back, and just sat there, contemplating the pattern in the ceiling. He figured if he was a girl, he'd probably just burst into tears right there, the highlight of a really bad hour.
     Just then, a hand invaded his line of sight, offering assistance. Turahi grasped it, and levered himself up to find himself staring into amused green eyes behind black rimmed glasses.
     "You're different from the other teachers," Harry said. "But then, all the teachers are different. Seamus said we hadn't quite made up our minds about you, but I figure, if you're related to both Raspberry and Draco, you can't be all that bad." Then, with another engimatic smile, the famous student was gone, following his friend to his next class.
     A soft giggle caught his attention from the other doorway, in the back of the class. Turahi turned to see his sister standing there. He smiled at her and she came in, holding the Green Cyclone on her shoulder. "What's up Tiel?" he asked.
     "I just wanted to apologize for earlier. I was trying to get you to lighten up infront of your students. Did it work?"
     "Sorta. I think I was happier when you left though."
     "Aa. Well, I just want to let you know, I saw what just happened. First, no drooling over Hogwart's golden boy. I believe your nephew has laid claim to him. Second, if you have Harry Potter's approval, which judging by what just happened, you do, then everyone except the Slytherins will like you. It's kinda the way of things around here."
     "So, in other words, I just passed some sort of initiation or something?"
     "Something like that, although I doubt he knows that. And as soon as word gets out that Draco likes you as well, there isn't any doubt you'll become one of the most liked teachers around here."
     "Let me guess, the way of things, right?" Turahi groaned. This school was giving him a headache. Give him a muggle school anyday.
     "Yep. But like I said, I don't think either Draco or Harry realize that they kinda set the presidence around here."
     Turahi looked longingly out the window towards the lake, shining in the late summer sun. It was gonna be a LOOOOOOONG year.

End notes: Ooh, little bit here. In this chapter, I called the DADA professor Turahi, his first name. He calls himself Turahi, the students call him Tyxa, Raspberry calls him Turi, and Draco calls him Uncle Tyxa. But it's the same person: Turahi Yudhistir Xiomar Azorleah, the new DADA prof and Raspberry's twin.