Disclaimer; Neither Harry Potter nor any associated characters belong to me. All are the property of J.K. Rowling.

Hey, so this is the same basic story as the one-shot I did on the silver snitch. I put it into chapters and added more detail, also (hopefully) corrected most of the spelling mistakes and grammatical errors. The original story is covered in chapters 1-5, I have added some extra things in each part, but it's up to you if you want to re-read it. So, here it is hope you enjoy it.

Cheers then!

Luv satin.

Information overload V2


The great hall of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry was lit with the glow of hundreds of candles, floating above the house tables, as the students arrived. Throwing patches of dark and light against the walls, and casting eerie shadows on the faces of the students and teachers. The enchanted ceiling reflected a clear blue-black sky full of twinkling, shimmering stars, surrounding a waxing moon.

Harry Potter looked up at the bright moon as he made his way through the entrance to the great hall and over to the Gryffindor table. His mind drifted to Remus Lupin, wishing that he was at the school that year.

"I wonder who the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor is this year," he commented to his best friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. "I wish Remus was coming back."

"Who knows mate," replied Ron "Guess we'll find out soon though."

"Anyone would be better than that Umbridge woman," added Hermione in an uncharacteristic display of criticism for a teacher. "Professor Lupin was our best DADA professor though."

The three sat down at their table and looked towards the head table. They were unable to see anyone that they didn't know. Hagrid was missing, but they knew that he was taking the first years across the lake. McGonagall wasn't there either; they assumed that she was waiting to bring in the first years.

"Snape's not at the head table either," Hissed Hermione. The boys looked at each other, remembering the last time that Snape had been absent from the head table in their second year. Each was wondering if anyone had been caught breaking the rules. Neither had a chance to reply however, as McGonagall entered at that moment followed by the new first years. Harry noticed Hagrid slipping into the hall from the side door near the head table, looking less than pleased. He elbowed Ron in the side to point out Hagrid. Ron nodded while glaring at Harry and rubbing his side.

Professor Dumbledore stood and waved his hands for silence. This was unusual as speeches were normally made after the feast had finished. Hermione was staring at Dumbledore with a slight frown on her face. She was trying to figure out what was going on. The noise in the hall gradually died. Once he was sure that everyone was silent, Dumbledore lowered his arms.

"I know this is unusual," Dumbledore said with a slight chuckle and a glance that seemed directed toward a certain frizzy haired Gryffindor. "But I feel it necessary to introduce our new Defence Against the Dark Art's professor and explain a few things." Dumbledore turned slightly towards the door that Hagrid had entered through. "So without further ado, please welcome Lucius Malfoy."

As Lucius Malfoy entered the great hall accompanied by Snape, they were greeted by a deafening silence, and a sea of shocked faces. With the exception of the Slytherin table, most of whom looked smug. Malfoy merely raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk playing around his lips. Both professors made their way to their seats, ignoring the continued silence. Dumbledore took advantage of the silence to continue speaking.

"As I'm sure you know Mr Malfoy was among those arrested last year, suspected of being Death Eaters. At the subsequent trial, that took place a few weeks ago, Mr Malfoy was found innocent and all charges were dropped. Minister Fudge appointed Mr Malfoy as professor in the belief that he is the most qualified for the job." Dumbledore paused at this point, sending a stern look toward the Gryffindor table. "I expect all students to treat Professor Malfoy with the same respect accorded to myself and the other professors. Now, on with the sorting!"

At these words whispers rippled through the hall, they only stopped for the sorting hat's song. The students resumed their conversations once the sorting had concluded. As did the conversations of the teachers of the teachers.

"Do none of these students have table manners Severus?" Asked Malfoy with a sneer on his face, as he surveyed the students eating.

"I've noticed that any manners at all seem to be in short supply, let alone table manners," Replied scowling at the student body at large, his eyes coming to rest on one table in particular. "Especially they are lacking in Gryffindor's."

"Now Severus lets not let rivalries influence us," admonished Malfoy, as he turned has gaze on the table in question. "Though you do seem to have a point. Tell me, are the old social graces not taught and practiced anymore? From your earlier statement, however, I am not optimistic."

"The purebloods are taught by their families, but do not put their knowledge to use. The same is true for most of the half-blood," Snape turned to face Malfoy, his scowl still in place. "The mood bloods know nothing, nor are they taught by the school. Some of the half-bloods are the same. Most notably the famous Mr Potter." The last sentence was spat out, his lip curling with distaste.

"Really," Said Malfoy narrowing his eyes and looking at the Gryffindor table with renewed interest.

"What's going on in that head of yours Lucius?" Asked Snape suspiciously. "I know that look, and it always means trouble for someone."

"Nothing you need to worry about Severus." Replied Malfoy with a smirk. "Let's speak of more pleasant things, shall we?"