Up in Scotland, up tall in one of the Hogwarts towers, sat Headmaster Dippet. It was a nice day out, even for Scotland, he sat in front of the open windows, with the daily prophet in his hand, his familiar, purring on his lap.
Today's big article was describing a heinous attack orchestrated by Grindelwald and his men down in London, in Diagon Alley. Apparently there was a sighting of somebody that Grindelwald was hunting, but they were unsuccessful. This mysterious wizard, or witch got out unscathed. What luck! Thought the Headmaster
As he turned the page, he was interrupted by a joyful hoot close to his window. He looked up to see a gorgeous brown and white owl, carrying a sealed envelope in his beak.
He took the envelope and unfolded the letter;
Greetings Headmaster,
Rumours that you may be on the look out for a new Defence Against The Dark Arts professor have come to my ears, I may be of aid. I'd like to have an interview with you, in case these rumours are truthful. I am fully qualified, and have a masters in charms and Defence Against the Dark arts, as well as a masters in Dark Arts. I shall await your response.
Lord of the Noble and Most Ancient house of Peverell,
Hadrian Peverell.
Well, it was true that his dear old friend Professor Merrythout had given in her resignation letter, she was going into a very well earned retirement. The headmaster moved towards his desk, he should write his response at once.
What a strange thing, a Peverell! Must of been the first time there has been one in Britain in decades! There had been rumours of a line moving to America, since then, no Peverells had been seen for decades.
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So, the year 2000? (hp x tr)
FanfictionWhere Death sends Harry back in time, just for shits and giggles, and Tom Riddle realises Harry's a time traveler.. NOT MY CHARACTERS!
