AUTHORS NOTE: This is my very first story, so I know I'm not JK. Also, I'm Dutch (I'm writing this story in English because I read all 7 HP books in English, so I kinda feel weird if I write this in Dutch), so that means there will be spelling and grammatical mistakes in the story. I don't know how much, but you can still read it like you read any story. You just don't have to point out all of the mistakes, because I know they're there. If there really is a big mistake, so big that it changes the story, please do tell me, because then I'll fix it.

Chapter 1: Leaving Azkaban

Harry Potter is now 40 years old. It's been 23 years since the battle of hogwarts ended, and thereby also 23 years since he was locked up in Azkaban. Because of all the people fighting during the battle, it was very hard to see who your friends, and who your enemies were.

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Flashback

Harry was running around looking for Ron and Hermione. Then he saw Lucius Malfoy. He couldn't help it and attacked him.

''Expelliarmus!'' Harry yelled.

He was ready to kill him. He just couldn't spare him, not after he saw Lucius killing Ginny.

''Avada kedavra!'' cried Harry.

But just before the curse hit him, Draco Malfoy jumped in front of his father and took the curse.

''No!'' said Harry.

Draco had just walked over to the good side, and now he's dead. And Harry killed him.

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After the war everything became way more serious. There was a new minister for magic. She was the only one left at the ministry, and therefore Dolores Umbridge became minster for magic.

Because Draco had just walked over to the good side, he was sentenced a lifetime in azkaban. He managed not to go crazy, by thinking of the people he loved. By thinking of Ginny, of Hermione, Ron, and the many people he lost in the war.

He just lay on his bed when he suddenly felt a difference. It had always been cold, and he felt no real happiness, because the dementors were always around. But now it seemed a little warmer, and felt a little more emotion. A little more happiness. More hope. He jumped of his bed to see if the dementors where still there. Then, he saw something on the floor. A little package. Strange, there aren't supposed to be any packages or letters. He also saw no dementors flying outside. He picked up the package and opened it. In it was a box, and a letter. He decided to read the letter first.

Dear Harry

There is war again. Voldemort is alive. Several death eaters travelled back in time and resurrected him. We don't know where exactly in time they made sure Voldemort didn't die, but it can't be earlier than you first year, because if they made sure Voldemort didn't kill your parents, you wouldn't be alive now. We want you to travel back to your first year, and take the DADA post before Quirrel does. There you can not only teach us, you can keep an eye on yourself. Since you were the one who killed Voldemort, the death eaters will want to kill you before you do so. We also want you to break the curse on the DADA post, so you can stay all 7 years. We know that will make big changes in the timeline, but we have no choice. And besides, it can't get worse than it is now, right?

Loves, Ron and Hermione.

P.S. You only have you spin the turner 1 time, we made sure it would bring you back to the summer before your first year. Oh, and you will be brought to Hogsmeade, because Dumbledore will be there speaking to Quirrel for the DADA post.

He read the letter several times. It had been 23 years since he last spoke to his best friends, and now he got a letter from them! He opened the box and saw the time turner. It was Harry's first time in 23 years he had been really happy again. He was not only getting out of azkaban, he was also going to see Ginny and his friends again! And himself.. he must be carefull not to give himself away. Harry grabbed the time turner and put it around his neck. He spun it once, like Ron and Hermione mentioned in the letter. Then everything started to spin around him, and he blacked out.

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When Harry woke up and opened his eyes he saw he was laying on the ground. A man was standing next to him. He recognised the face. It was Albus Dumbledore.

''Are you okay?'' Dumbledore asked.

Harry stood up and wiped himself clean. He was still wearing his dirty cloathes and realised he must look very strange now. He was so happy to see Dumbledore again, that he almost hugged the man who, he remembered, did not know him yet.

''Yeah uhm, I was on an auror mission. I went to the giants in the mountains, didn't go well, only just managed to apparate here in time,'' Harry lied. ''It was my last mission though, I'm a bit tired of constantly being in danger.''

''Well, I might have a job for you you are interested in. My name is Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts. Do you know Hogwarts?'' asked Dumbledore.

''Yes, used to go to school there myself,'' answered Harry. ''You were the transfiguration teacher, am I right?''

''Yes, I was,'' replied Dumbledore. ''Well, as you may know, Hogwarts had always had a rather 'difficulty' with finding a DADA professor. The last teacher didn't want the job anymore, so we have to find a new one. This year only one man wanted the job, but I don't think he will fit the job.''

Harry frowned. Ofcourse he already knew who Dumbledore was talking about.

''Since you are, or well, were an auror, my question to you was if you want to take the DADA post.''

Harry really didn't thought it was going to be that easy. Dumbledore must be really desperate for a better teacher than Quirrel if he just asked some stranger to take the job. Harry guessed it was just Dumbledore's great trust he always had.

''Actually I would love to take the job. DADA had always been my favorite subject, and as a teacher I can do something I like without the danger I was always in while being on auror missions.''

He noticed Dumbledore's eyes were twinkling. ''Good. I excpect I'll see you on the 1st of september, then,'' said Dumbledore. ''Oh, before we seperate, what did you say your name was again?''

''I didn't, but my name is Harry Po- Packwood. I'll see you on the 1st of september, then, professor.''

''Please, call me Albus.'', he said with a smile, and a huge twinkling in his eyes. Harry saw Albus dissaparating. I did it, he thought.

AUTHORS NOTE: I hope you liked it, because as I already said it is my very first story. I know this chapter is a bit short, but it is only because it is the first one. The other chapters will be longer. I will write the next chapter as soon as possible, but do know that I still have to go to school, so I won't have all the time in the world. However, in 6 or 7 weeks the summer holidays start, so I'll be able to write a lot then I think. Loves, Fleur.