My back-story of this spawning? I read a story and gained inspiration. 99% of the time, that is how my brain works, and I tend to shove myself posing as a character into the story. That's why I do OC so much, is that I don't know how to act like the canon when I do that. I think of parts for stories by talking to myself and using my imagination. That's just how I work.
Hopefully, I can do this with canon characters though. I think I'll put this during 4th year of HP books. I think on that a lot before I can actually start; do I want to put it during canon. Or after the main story where we have the kids? So I'm going during GoF. Thanks to all who read and sorry for the author note being long!
Thanks to my friend Shade for reading this over and being my second opinion!
Disclaimer: I'll say it now: I don't own it at all. Neither HP nor Pokémon.
And now: my quote of the chapter. It'll be at the top, with my disclaimer and a short note no doubt!
'Never take life seriously. Nobody comes out alive anyway.'-Unknown by me
It was the end of their third year. They were applying for classes for next year; but everyone was asking about the new class that had gained a spot on the list.
Harry Potter, the Boy who Lived, the Chosen One, and all the other names stood and walked over to where the Headmaster sat. He pointed to the subject and said, "Headmaster sir, what is this subject? What does it teach?"
Dumbledore smiled like he does when he's asked a question like that. "Well, it's a class where you get the chance to learn about creatures from faraway lands. I'm afraid that's all I know myself however."
Harry nodded. "It's alright. I think that's enough to help me choose it or not."
Hermione and Ron watched as Harry came back over. "he says it's a class where we learn about creatures from faraway lands. I'm saying yes; I want to see what happens with it."
Hermione agreed and checked it as one of her classes she wanted. "I agree. I want to learn about different lands and such."
Ron smiled. "Ever the learner. You like school way too much Hermione, it's weird."
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? Well at least I do learn something."
Ron narrowed his eyes at her. "What's that supposed to mean? I'll take that class and I bet I'll get a higher grade than you will!"
Hermione nodded. "Fine then. Maybe then you'll actually learn something Ronald." With that, the food disappeared and Dumbledore stood to address the students on anything he found fit to say before summer.
"Well, I hope for everyone it's been a fun year. I must say, I've certainly enjoyed it myself. Now, on the class list for next year, I'm sure you all must wonder what the new class is. All I can say is that we will have a foreign teacher, and he will be teaching about creatures from his own homeland. I hope we have a few kids take that class, as I've heard from our newest professor it's a lot of fun."
Harry nodded. "I hope so. I don't want another professor Snape. I hope he's somewhat like Professor Lupin."
Hermione nodded. "I agree, although Snape does get the lessons across at least."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Are you defending him?"
Hermione raised her hands as though defending herself. "I'm just saying, he does teach, just not very nicely."
Harry nodded, although he hated to admit she was right: Snape may have been a mean teacher, but he did teach well.
Dumbledore's speech ended and students scrambled back to their common rooms to finish packing anything. All the class lists were turned in, and the next day, the group of students left, some for the last time and others for the first.
Meanwhile, in a place far, far away…
The young trainer looked over the letter, then back at the person who sent it. "Okay, why me? I am horrible at teaching. I'm antisocial, as proven by my house being in the middle of nowhere land," the girl said, obviously shocked at receiving the letter.
The person before her shrugged. "Well, you seem most fit. I would ask the champion, but she is tied up with that. I heard your league is during our time at the school, and we can't afford to have our teacher disappear in the middle of the year. We wouldn't be able to get a substitute in time."
The girl sighed. "Alright. You might as well stay the night, I have yet to pack. We can leave tomorrow, if that works alright with you."
The woman before her nodded. "I'm glad you've accepted our offer, Ms. Suzuki. Thank you for the offer also to stay the night. I'll gladly accept."
Ms. Suzuki nodded and gestured for the woman to follow. "Your welcome, Minerva. It's no trouble at all."
And there's the start. I know I haven't named the subject yet- mostly because I have yet to name it myself. And I'll give you thanks in a foreign language if you can guess who/what Suzuki was named after. It's funny, I looked it up on Google and I'm like, 'Suzuki, of course!'
Please review, it helps me more than you think as it gives me yet another opinion. And feel free to criticize, but don't flame. Say what sucked, but don't start pointing it at me for making it suck, I try my best and only want you all to help me improve. Now to stop rambling!