Everyone has Secrets: Part One
By kozumikku tenshi
Summary: OK, this is pretty short. I have more, but I'm going to do it in parts. Harry's all grown up, and teaching at Hogwarts! R/R, but all flames will be used to make toast.
Spoilers: Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter series belongs to J.K. Rowling, and a few of the characters belong to me (They come in later). All the animals (they come in later too) belong to God.
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Harry looked over the rim of his black-rimmed spectacles at the chubby, red-faced boy standing in the doorway.
"Yes, Robert, what is it?" Harry asked patiently.
The boy gave a sheepish look and stammered "My-my quill, sir. I think I left it in here."
"Well, hurry and find it, or you'll be late for your next class." Harry smiled at the boy, remembering the days when he had been rushing to class. It seemed like yesterday. In truth, it had been almost 15 years since he'd left Hogwarts and he and his friends had gone their separate ways.
His life had seemed almost boring since that time. For four or five years, he'd wandered, taking jobs wherever he could. He'd occasionally take jobs at the Ministry of Magic office. Finding jobs was no problem for Harry, with him being so famous and all.
That was until the Headmaster of Hogwarts, good ol' Albus Dumbledore, offered him a job as the Defence against Dark Arts teacher. Harry currently held that position longer than anyone to date.
As Robert clutched his quill triumphantly, Harry had already begun to reminisce about all the things that had happened to him and his friends, all those years ago . . .
The time they had crept into the chamber of secrets to rescue Ginny Weasley, the time Harry had used a Patronus on Malfoy and his friends, thinking them to be Dementors (this memory made Harry smile), the day that Cedric died . . .
Harry blocked out this thought. It still almost made him cry, 15 years later, when he thought of the look on Cedric's mums face . . . If only he'd just taken the Triwizard cup, Cedric would've been alive today . . .
No, stop, Harry thought. It wasn't your fault.
Harry got up with a sigh. He didn't have any classes next, so he decided to head down to the Teachers lounge and have a Butterbeer. They had just installed a Butterbeer machine, and Harry regularly caught students trying to sneak onto the lounge to get a mug.
He reached the picture of the Princess, and muttered the password, Discipline, and the pictue swung open.
Harry had just settled into a chair with his mug and today's edition of The Daily Prophet, when a round, red-faced man came stomping in.
"That outrageous little . . .thinks he can boss me around . . . " he muttered, pacing beside the fire.
Harry blinked in suprise and said "What's wrong, Neville?!"
Neville Longbottom, Harry's old schoolmate (and now a fellow teacher as well), snorted. "Draco Malfoy! He's the new Potions teacher!!! Can you believe it?!"
"Somehow, I can, Neville." Harry sighed. "What'd he do to make you so upset?"
"Upset?! I'm furious! He thought I was the school care taker, and told me to clean his office!! But I gave him the what-for, told him I was teaching Herbology. Oh, imagine his face when he finds out you're teaching here. He'll be positively livid!!!"
"Neville, Malfoy is just trying to push your buttons!" Harry laughed. " Don't let him get to you! Besides, I doubt he even remembers me." Harry leaned closer to Neville and whispered, though there was no one else there, "I heard he took a nasty spill on a very tall staircase, and couldn't remember a thing, save his enormous ego."
Neville laughed. "I suppose you're right. You're always right . . . "
Harry grinned thoughtfully. "No one person can be right all the time . . . ."
Just then, the door bursted open, and a greasy silvery-blonde haired man with close set eyes and pale skin sauntered in, his eyes narrowing at Harry. "You," he growled.
Harry turned to Neville and said, "You see? I was wrong. He does remember me!"
"Of course I remember you.' Malfoy said coldly. "Looks like we'll be working together. I'm looking . . . foward to it."
"Oh, whoopee," Neville sighed. Malfoy tried to silence him with a very evil glare, but Neville just puffed himself up indignantly and strode over to him.
"Now you look here. We're not school boys anymore, and you can't boss me around! You got that?!"
Malfoy, who was slightly taken aback by Neville's new-found confidence, wheeled on his heel, and walked out.
Harry stared after him in amazement, then stood up and applauded. "Bravo, Neville! Nicely said! I never thought you had it in you!"
Neville was even more red than before. "Neither did I!"
"Well, Neville, I have a class soon, so I must be going. See you later!" Harry gave him a pat on the back, then disappeared out the door.
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That's it for now. The rest will be up soon. Email with compliments ot flames (though I will print the flames out and literally burn them) at lapislazuli100@hotmail.com
By kozumikku tenshi
Summary: OK, this is pretty short. I have more, but I'm going to do it in parts. Harry's all grown up, and teaching at Hogwarts! R/R, but all flames will be used to make toast.
Spoilers: Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter series belongs to J.K. Rowling, and a few of the characters belong to me (They come in later). All the animals (they come in later too) belong to God.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Harry looked over the rim of his black-rimmed spectacles at the chubby, red-faced boy standing in the doorway.
"Yes, Robert, what is it?" Harry asked patiently.
The boy gave a sheepish look and stammered "My-my quill, sir. I think I left it in here."
"Well, hurry and find it, or you'll be late for your next class." Harry smiled at the boy, remembering the days when he had been rushing to class. It seemed like yesterday. In truth, it had been almost 15 years since he'd left Hogwarts and he and his friends had gone their separate ways.
His life had seemed almost boring since that time. For four or five years, he'd wandered, taking jobs wherever he could. He'd occasionally take jobs at the Ministry of Magic office. Finding jobs was no problem for Harry, with him being so famous and all.
That was until the Headmaster of Hogwarts, good ol' Albus Dumbledore, offered him a job as the Defence against Dark Arts teacher. Harry currently held that position longer than anyone to date.
As Robert clutched his quill triumphantly, Harry had already begun to reminisce about all the things that had happened to him and his friends, all those years ago . . .
The time they had crept into the chamber of secrets to rescue Ginny Weasley, the time Harry had used a Patronus on Malfoy and his friends, thinking them to be Dementors (this memory made Harry smile), the day that Cedric died . . .
Harry blocked out this thought. It still almost made him cry, 15 years later, when he thought of the look on Cedric's mums face . . . If only he'd just taken the Triwizard cup, Cedric would've been alive today . . .
No, stop, Harry thought. It wasn't your fault.
Harry got up with a sigh. He didn't have any classes next, so he decided to head down to the Teachers lounge and have a Butterbeer. They had just installed a Butterbeer machine, and Harry regularly caught students trying to sneak onto the lounge to get a mug.
He reached the picture of the Princess, and muttered the password, Discipline, and the pictue swung open.
Harry had just settled into a chair with his mug and today's edition of The Daily Prophet, when a round, red-faced man came stomping in.
"That outrageous little . . .thinks he can boss me around . . . " he muttered, pacing beside the fire.
Harry blinked in suprise and said "What's wrong, Neville?!"
Neville Longbottom, Harry's old schoolmate (and now a fellow teacher as well), snorted. "Draco Malfoy! He's the new Potions teacher!!! Can you believe it?!"
"Somehow, I can, Neville." Harry sighed. "What'd he do to make you so upset?"
"Upset?! I'm furious! He thought I was the school care taker, and told me to clean his office!! But I gave him the what-for, told him I was teaching Herbology. Oh, imagine his face when he finds out you're teaching here. He'll be positively livid!!!"
"Neville, Malfoy is just trying to push your buttons!" Harry laughed. " Don't let him get to you! Besides, I doubt he even remembers me." Harry leaned closer to Neville and whispered, though there was no one else there, "I heard he took a nasty spill on a very tall staircase, and couldn't remember a thing, save his enormous ego."
Neville laughed. "I suppose you're right. You're always right . . . "
Harry grinned thoughtfully. "No one person can be right all the time . . . ."
Just then, the door bursted open, and a greasy silvery-blonde haired man with close set eyes and pale skin sauntered in, his eyes narrowing at Harry. "You," he growled.
Harry turned to Neville and said, "You see? I was wrong. He does remember me!"
"Of course I remember you.' Malfoy said coldly. "Looks like we'll be working together. I'm looking . . . foward to it."
"Oh, whoopee," Neville sighed. Malfoy tried to silence him with a very evil glare, but Neville just puffed himself up indignantly and strode over to him.
"Now you look here. We're not school boys anymore, and you can't boss me around! You got that?!"
Malfoy, who was slightly taken aback by Neville's new-found confidence, wheeled on his heel, and walked out.
Harry stared after him in amazement, then stood up and applauded. "Bravo, Neville! Nicely said! I never thought you had it in you!"
Neville was even more red than before. "Neither did I!"
"Well, Neville, I have a class soon, so I must be going. See you later!" Harry gave him a pat on the back, then disappeared out the door.
*~*~*~*~*~*
That's it for now. The rest will be up soon. Email with compliments ot flames (though I will print the flames out and literally burn them) at lapislazuli100@hotmail.com