Safe Haven

This is the re-make of the 'My DADA teacher is my son' but with a better title and a much, much better plot.

If you would like to read the other plot go to Dishonorable

Okay, so your probably wondering what'll happen. Well for starters, Harry is not teaching.

But Guess who I have put as the teacher?

You'll have to read and find out.

Chapter one: Are you mad… err… Madder?

Harry sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as a head ach formed. It was very loud in the common room, with laughter and of course, Ron and Hermione's bickering which grew louder and louder every second.

"Ronald, you should've thought of that before!" Hermione snapped, her eyes narrowed with a glow of anger to her cheeks.

"I WAS BUSY!" Ron managed to up the loud factor by about three points.

Great, Harry thought as his head ach increased, just what I need. Gathering his things, Harry slipped out of the common room and into a more quiet place.

Where to go? Harry asked himself as he shouldered his bag, with a grimace as it hit one of his uncles 'birthday present' to him. It still hadn't faded and he was worried his room mates might notice it. Of course, they were still drooling over other girls, (Ron tried, last week, to animate Seamus's picture of his sister. Ron had almost gotten a broken nose for that one.), to notice. Not that he didn't like girls but he had a bigger mission in his life right now…

Grimacing at his thoughts, he managed to find himself in front of the room of requirements.

I need somewhere quiet, safe, Harry thought while pacing in thought.

Oddly enough, it became a cupboard door, to which he stared at for a moment before almost crying over the irony.

That cupboard was still his safe haven.

Opening the door, he glanced around to make sure there was no one, which there wasn't, and he got in and closed the door.

It was all there, down to the door on the back of the door saying, in childish blue marker, Harry's room.

Harry touched it with a flush of happiness. How he had been so simple when he had been younger, only worrying over his grades escaping his uncle and cousin and then leaving the Dursleys forever.

Now it was death, Voldemort, his friends, grades, girls and Dumbledore. Yes, he worried over Dumbledore, wondering when Dumbledore realized Harry was nothing special, he wasn't anything he needed to care about and when he would dump him in an orphanage.

Shaking his head, Harry smiled at his silliness. Dumbledore had more things to care about then Harry, many more important things.

Getting out his potions essay, he found himself wandering into his thoughts once again.

Snape had been particularly nasty to him this year. The reason was Occlumency lesson but not even he was teaching them. Professor Dumbledore was, though when Dumbledore had learned of Snapes teaching method he had been 'talked' to and after Harry thought Snape would kill him, the way he looked at Harry, his hands twitching as if he wanted to strangle him.

Again, Harry found himself having a flashback (he had been having many since he started to organize his mind.)

Shivering on the floor after Dumbledore had pulled out of his mind, Harry tried to stem the flow of his bleeding scar, his breath coming out in short gasped as pain racked him body sending him into his state.

"Harry," Professor Dumbledore said softly, breaking the haze of pain. Harry managed to raise his head and squint to find him standing near him, his blue eyes concerned.

"Have you not learned how to make a block?" A what, Harry thought in confusion. All he had learned last year was to 'clear his mind' whatever that meant.

"No, sir," Harry said softly, trying to raise himself. Professor Dumbledore came over and helped his student up. Harry found himself staring at his Headmaster.

His hair was white and long, his blue eyes were… concerned? Harry wanted to tell his inner dreams to shut it. Professor Dumbledore didn't care for Harry, not even if he was concerned. Never had an adult (except Sirius, oh his godfather, how he missed him!) cared for him.

"Did Severus ever give you a book on Occlumency?" Harry shook his head and Professor Dumbledore handed him a handkerchief. Harry took his hand off his scar to take the handkerchief but Professor Dumbledore wiped the drying blood off his head.

Having never been touched like this, Harry sat still, trying to fight back his first reaction to flinch. Once Professor Dumbledore pulled back he looked straight into Harry's eyes.

Harry felt no probing and almost felt a relief. Professor Dumbledore trusted him enough not to search him mind for answers.

He turned his eyes to the fireplace and flooed someone. Harry sat stiff and waited for whatever his fate was while pondering the fact there was other methods to teach Occlumency.

Then, his worst nightmare stepped out of the fireplace. Harry's only thought was, okay defiantly not Santa.

Severus Snape scowled when he caught sight of Harry and Harry, having been having various flashbacks of the Dursleys looked down as if he were the one in trouble.

"So what has Potter done now?" He spat Potter as if it were a nauseating disease. Harry sighed and got control of his childish instincts to flinch and beg for forgiveness when he realized he had done noting wrong, maybe not learn Occlumency but now he hadn't done anything wrong.

Except get Sirius killed, whispered that sly voice he liked to call Tom.

Shut up, you ego maniac! He snapped then realized he was talking to himself.

Damn voice, Harry thought as Professor Dumbledore questioned Severus.

"Have you not told Harry about shields, organizing his mind or even given him a book?"

Snape seemed almost lack for words then he spat, "He could have gotten the book himself." Dumbledore seemed almost amused by Severus's attempt to cover himself before disappointment clouded his face.

"The book is in the restricted section for a reason and if he were to ask another teacher- besides his instructor- rumors would start on why Harry Potter was practicing such a dark art!" Of course, Dumbledore hadn't even started but he took one look at Harry's weary form and said more gently, "Get some rest, child," he said, before opening the door for Harry. Harry remembered smiling at him, happy to have someone who cared before the door had shut and the fierce whispers had started from the other side.

Many weeks later, Harry was still organizing his thoughts into balls, like prophecy balls, only to be touched by who made them, like the balls in the Department of Mysteries.

Many memories had come up and the back rows, in locked doors were his memories with the Dursleys. In a door, Professor Dumbledore had described as the door only he could open, was his memories of love. Sirius, Mrs. Weasley and vague memories of his parents were in there and a little of Professor Dumbledore (to which he had immediately made sure were under lock and key so it didn't lead to an embarrassing conversation.) There were many other doors, with friendship, Voldemort and many large shelves with balls piled high.

As sleep itched at his mind, he put his blank essay away and curled up on his cot, a blanket on his body and he fell into an undisturbed sleep.

"Harry? What are you doing in here?" Harry moaned slightly and wanted to tell the person, whoever it was disturbing his sleep, to leave or he'd hex them.

However, the person shook his shoulder and he was forced to open his eyes. It was Ron, holding the map. Harry frowned. As much as he cared for his friends, he didn't like them ruffling around with his stuff. As selfish as that sounded, it was his only things and he'd like that to stay that way.

Ron must have caught on to why he was frowning, so when Harry sat up on the bed, Ron sat next to him and said, "The map was in you drawer." Harry nodded and said, "What time is it?"

"Seven. Mione and I were worried about you." Harry felt a slight pang of guilt.

"I'm sorry." Ron waved him off.

"I thought you could use some time to think without us yelling," Ron said. Harry smiled at his friend, he's gotten the underlining message. Ron was smart, even if Hermione didn't think so.

After Harry had changed and reassured Hermione he hadn't gone off the grounds, they made their way down to Breakfast in the Great Hall. Many first years ate awkwardly in groups but the Trio sat down in their usual spot.

A Daily Prophet owl swooped in and gave Harry him his newspaper. Many students gave Harry an odd look.

"Harry," Hermione said reluctantly, "I thought you didn't like to read the Daily Prophet." Many staff members leaned in to hear Harry's answer and the students didn't even make it secretive they were listening.

Harry opened his Daily Prophet and looked at the crossword puzzle while saying, "I don't. I like the crossword puzzles, Oh, look, 9 across, evil, insane, maniacal." He scribbled in Tom Riddle. "Well, I'll be dammed it fits." Ron read over his shoulder and said aloud, "Tom Riddle?" Hermione blinked before bursting out laughing. Harry laughed softly and the students went back to their conversations while the staff (manly Professor McGonagall. Flickwick and Dumbledore) snickered.

As Harry finished his breakfast, he decided since today was Saturday, he would go flying. It would clear his head.

Soaring in the sky, he sighed with relief. It was like being free of everything, no responsibilities, no Dursleys, no Voldemort. Taking it into a steep dive, he let the air whip past his face then as he saw the ground approaching soon, he pulled up and brushed his hand against the grass.

"HARRY!" Harry looked up towards the stands. Hermione sat in the Gryffindor section, her eyes wide and face paling. He flew up to her and sat next to her.

"Yes," he said mildly.

"You-you," she managed to squeak out. Harry could understand her fright of the air. The freedom sometimes wasn't for everyone. He sighed and said, "Come with me." She shook her head in fright and clutched her book.

"C'mon, Mione, I won't let anything hurt you." She reluctantly eyed the broom and slowly got on behind him and clutched his waist. Harry took off gently and her grip tightened until he laughed.

He took he up more and she squeaked out, "Please not too high!" Harry nodded and slowly took them down until they were the Goal posts height. He flew them around the pitch, basking in the freedom of flight. Hermione's arms slowly un- tightened. Harry speed up and they touched the ground.

"How about we go to the library?" He asked her, putting an arm around her shaking shoulders. She nodded briefly and off then went.

Dinner time rolled on, but Harry wasn't satisfied with his potions essay just yet but Hermione had insisted they go.

As they walked towards the Great Hall they chatted about their classes, but right before entering a voice called out, "Potter!" Harry turned and Snape was standing near the doors of the Dungeons.

"Yes, sir," he asked. Snape scowled and said, "The Headmaster wishes to see you." Harry nodded to him and Hermione before making his way to the Headmaster's office with Snape.

It was an awkward silence, as they walked to his gargoyle, as Harry's thoughts raced.

What does he want with me? Did I do something wrong?

"Mars Bars." Harry's head shot up and he felt a soft smile come to his lips. He knew things would be fine.

Or not.

"You are mad… err... Madder!" snapped Snape, as Harry sat still trying to think over the information.

He was going into the past. SO was Snape. Snape was going to teach Defense against the Dark Arts. He was going to be a sixth year student.

Voldemort was trying to kill his sixteen year old parents.

"I will not-," sputtered Snape. Dumbledore sat amused as Harry almost laugh at Snape's face color. It gave Uncle Vernon's red a run for his money.

"Severus," he said, "it'll give you a chance to teach Defense-," he was cut off.

"-to those arrogant brats!" Snape snapped furious. Harry almost wanted to say, "Grudge holder."

"That's final Severus." The conversation ceased and Fawkes cooed at Harry. Harry turned his eyes toward the beautiful bird and smiled as it swooped over and landed on his thigh. He petted Fawkes happily as Dumbledore talked.

"Gather your belongings and meet me in the Great Hall at Midnight." Harry knew not to tell his friends of it so he nodded and petted Fawkes once more before moving out of the furious glare of Snape and to the Great Hall for dinner.

Harry stirred his creamy Clam Chowder with a sigh. He scooped some up and ate it as Hermione chattered on about something he had no need to know.

"Harry?" A distant voice said. He looked up. It was Luna sitting near him with Neville. Her blue-gray eyes were focused on him and he smiled at her.

"Yeah?"

"The past is merely someone's future." Harry blinked before nodding to her. She got odd looks from Neville but Harry understood her clearly.

Be careful what he did in the past.

Midnight came too quickly for Harry's liking as he had his belongings shrunken in his plain robe and as he meet Snape in the Great Hall they said nothing to each other.

Dumbledore changed both Harry's and Snape's appearances, making Harry have gray eyes and brown hair with a slightly different face. He was the same size and pale but he felt much different without the scar on his forehead (he had it placed on his back; like you could see the difference with all the other scars.) His name was Alexander Williams.

Snape had, (Harry almost laughed at it), blonde hair. His eyes deep blue and with his face changed he looked a lot like Lockhart. Harry didn't want to temp fate and suggest Gilderoy as his name. His name was Brian Levin.

"Now," Albus said, "be careful." He looked meaningfully at Harry who flashed him a grin.

"I don't get into trouble all the time," he protested. Snape snorted and Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.

Harry shrugged, "Only on alternate Wednesdays." Albus chuckled and handed them two rings. One was emerald (the one Harry was holding.) Frowning, Harry felt the inside, the inscription said, Always remember, life is not how many breaths you take, it's how many moments take your breath away.

"Whose-," Harry began but Albus cut him off.

"That is your mothers ring and that-," he pointed to Severus's ring, "-is your mothers. Wear them around you neck and it'll bring you back to the future once you are done." Both Harry and Snape nodded and they felt jerks in their naval and the flash of light and then darkness.

Severus groaned mentally and picked himself up from the gravel ground. Potter lay unconscious next to him, in his disguise, Severus could almost tolerate him. Shaking him roughly, he hissed, "Wake up Boy!"

"I'm up, Aunt P'tunia," Potter slurred, batting away his hand. Severus scowled and said, "It's me, no get up so we can go register." Potter's now gray eyes opened and they alertly checked their position. He got up and winced as his back cracked.

Severus grabbed his arm roughly and dragged him toward the gates of Hogwarts. Potter squirmed and said, "Can you let go?" Severus let go and said, "Then hurry up!"

They trekked toward Hogwarts, while silence over took them once more. Severus checked his pockets for his things and he saw Potter do the same.

As they entered the halls, he saw McGonagall spot them and she waved them towards the Headmasters office. Obviously she had been awaiting them.

Potter was left to stand awkwardly near one of Albus's tables as he and Albus talked of his position. Potter spotted Fawkes, and out of the corner of his eye, Fawkes looked delighted to see him.

Stupid golden boy, he thought.

"Well, everything seems fine," Albus said, smiling and rearranging Potter's transcript and Severus's job description.

Severus nodded and we made our way out of the office, Albus leading the way to the Great Hall.

Harry flushed at all the eyes looking at him curiously. How he hated attention.

The sorting hat was placed on his head and the familiar voice of the sorting hat filled his head.

"Hello, Mr. Potter."

"Hello," Harry answered back pleasantly. "Nice year this is."

The hat chuckled and said, "Yes but from what I see the years to come aren't nice."

"I could change that," Harry answered.

"Yes, by saving them." The sorting hat said before shouting aloud to everyone, "GRYFFINDOR!"

James Potter watched the new student awkwardly sit next to Lily, who smiled softly at him and he smile shyly before turning to the Dumbledore's announcements.

James tuned them out while staring jealously at Alex (was it Alex?) as he nervously rubbed his shoulder.

"Jealous?" whispered Sirius in his ear. He jolted and shot Padfoot a glare.

"No I'm not," he hissed as the food appeared and James loaded it on.

Back with Harry, Harry was awkwardly trying to listen to Lily (his mum!! She was sitting right next to him! ALIVE!) chatter on about Hogwarts. Harry nodded and ate food she had loaded on his plate without a thought about it.

"Yes, I know isn't it brilliant, eat your vegetables," she said as Harry had pushed them aside. He looked at her funnily.

She flushed and said, "Sorry." He just laughed. Lily couldn't help but laugh too and as they calmed down, the desert was soon served.

Harry made a beeline for the brownies (something he had always craved.) and Lily also reached for them and when their hands met he felt his lips twitch with amusement.

He shared a common likeness with his mother.

"Look at him, laughing and touching her," James scoffed, chewing on a cookie. Remus just raised his eyebrows and Sirius let out a bark like laugher.

"Jealous!" He said in sing song. James eyes the large pudding cake right near him and got out his wand. Unnoticeably, he levitated it and, while Alex talked to Lily as they were both oblivious, it fell, SPLAT, on his head.

He blinked in surprise and took some from his hair and tasted it. It had gone quiet in the Great Hall until some one had yelled, "FOOD FIGHT!"

Lily and Harry walked towards the portrait, their clothes squishing awkwardly. Harry was running his hands over his pudding 'hair gel' whilst making jokes with Lily about it.

A scoff came from behind them. James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew stood near them at a statue looking Alex up and down.

"Nice hair," James scoffed. Remus blinked and stared pointing at James's mop of hair while Harry laughed.

"I feel for the kid who gets your hair," he said between snickers. Harry couldn't help but laugh at himself for his remark. Sirius snorted in laughter and James gave him a pointed glare.

Lily shot them all glares and pulled Harry toward the portrait while saying the password, "Phoenix Tears."

Harry settled his stuff in a bed between Remus and Sirius as James eyes him from his position at the doorway. Harry blinked and looked up from his book, Hogwarts A history, and said, "I know I'm not that good looking, so why are you staring at me." Remus almost spat out his water and Sirius laughed out right as James turned bright red and glared further.

James didn't answer but strode toward the bathroom and slammed the door.

So what do you think? Should I make this the usual 'Harry and James don't get long fic' or something like, 'Remus and Sirius like Harry but not James.'?

Well, we'll have Snape's fist lesson next. Tell me what you think he should teach.

Thanks for reading and please review!

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