Trio Teachings
After the Second Wizarding War, the Golden Trio is sent back in time in a time dust incident. Hogwarts has a teaching post open: Defence Against the Dark Arts. Harry applies, with Ron and Hermione as his co-workers. They must survive until Ginny, Neville and Luna come to take them back home. Can they keep their secret safe?
A/N: Had this story on my mind a while before typing it up. Speaking of which, I used six pages in Microsoft Word! That is a lot for me; I'm usually one to write short chapters.
Disclamer: If I owned Harry Potter, I would be writing the seven book series of the life of Albus Severus Potter, not an adult's book. To put it straight, I'm not a literacy queen/J.K. Rowling. Don't rub it in my face, because it burns.
Chapter 1- Timely Errors
To be truthful, it was all Ron's fault. It was Ron who accidentally apparated the three of them into the Department of Mysteries. It was Ron who jumped on the glass jar containing the bird egg. Then again, it was Hermione who had shrieked at her boyfriend and caused him to jump on the brightly coloured object. In retrospect, Harry was the only one who didn't play a part in their most recent event, which was ironic as it was almost always his fault. When it usually was, Harry's friends told him that it was not his fault. When it wasn't, Hermione was yelling at him for allowing Ron to (try to) apparate them to the Atrium of the Ministry. Go figure.
Anyways, there they were, three eighteen- year- olds standing in Hogwarts' Great Hall. The only thing was that they didn't seem to know anyone. That was until his head swivelled around towards the Gryffindor table. Sitting there looking absolutely dumbstruck were the Marauders and Lily Evans. Harry quickly glanced at Ron and Hermione. All three expressions read one thing: Go to Dumbledore.
Just before they were about to run up to their beloved headmaster, Dumbledore spoke.
"Ah. You must be our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teachers. It would be better to discuss this in my office. If you would..."
The trio nodded and Dumbledore got up, indicating that they should follow the long strides that were covered beneath the billowing robes.
They took the last right before stopping at Dumbledore's office. He said the password (Sherbet Lemons) pleasantly and strolled into the familiar room. Harry stared through the arched window, at the golden goal baskets of the Quidditch Pitch glinting in the murky orange light of Dusk.
"You want to be the Defence teachers, I take it? But there is only one position..."
"We can work with Harry; we've been doing it since we were eleven." Ron said, making Harry blush.
"Of course, but I need to see your results from your OWL's and NEWT's."
"The thing is, Professor, we're from the future. Ron here stepped on an egg that was in the Department of Mysteries. We got transported here. We are from the year 2000."
"Ah. Then it would be better if you didn't tell anyone your parentage."
"I'm Muggle-born, so it doesn't matter, but Ron is the son of Molly and Arthur Weasley. Harry is the son of-"
"Lily Evans and James Potter, I do believe?" Dumbledore asked. Taking their surprise for a yes, he explained his theory.
"He looks exactly like Mr Potter, but has Lily's eyes,"
"Yeah, I get that a lot." Harry laughed humourlessly.
"Anyway, we don't have NEWT's because we were on the run to kill Voldemort in our last year of school. But Harry has experience in teaching children and we were always behind him to help."
"I just need to check." The Professor murmured. Harry nodded and stepped forward, allowing his mind to be penetrated. He pushed all memories of the DA (except the 'Christmas present' he got from Cho) and the battles to be pushed to the front of his mind. Dumbledore left his mind and nodded.
"This all seems to be in order." The aged man said with a smile.
"Thank you, Sir," Harry said.
"I am your colleague, you must call me Albus. Now all you need are new last names."
"As I said, I'm Muggle-born, so I can keep my name." Hermione said.
"I'll be Ron um... West," he suggested.
"And I'll be Harry... Park, then." Harry sighed.
The three followed their (should be) deceased head master back to the Great Hall. Harry took the seat of DADA Professor and the Headmaster conjured two more chairs beside him for Hermione and Ron.
"May I introduce you to Professors Park, West and Granger- your new Defence Against the Dark Arts teachers."
The students applauded politely before being sent off to their dorms by Dumbledore.
Just as the trio were about to leave the Hall, Dumbledore swept beside them.
"About your residence, I-" he began, but Harry interrupted him.
"I know a place that can be split up into dorms. We can stay there."
"Good." The Professor said, turning away.
"Wait! Prof- er- Albus!" called Hermione. "Could you find a way to get us back?" She said when he turned around. Taking his smile and nod for a yes, the four parted ways for the night.
Lily Evans was completely and utterly confused. She had spent 24 whole hours in the Prefect's Coach with none other than James Potter, and not once did he ask her out. And he was acting mature! Who in Merlin's name knew that Potter could act mature? And was he reading a book?
Remus Lupin was exhausted. In the previous week, there had been a full moon, and his friends had left most of the chocolate in the Hogwarts Express. There was nothing that could pacify him! And was he reading a book?
Sirius Black was thinking. The Sirius Black, most ignorant person in Hogwarts, was thinking outside of pranking. Why was James not asking Lily out? And why was Lily staring at James? And why did those teachers just pop into the school? And was Prongs actually reading a book?
James Potter was smug. He noticed Evans staring at him from across the Common Room, and refused to catch her eye, instead pretending to read the charms book in his hand. He had a plan in mind- a plan to make Lily Evans fall for him. Lily was always telling him to grow up every time he and the rest of the Marauders pulled a prank, so in his last year his goal was to be responsible, and the badge that came with his usual Hogwarts letter that read Head Boy in gold letters on a background of scarlet just gave him a (much needed) boost!
Peter Pettigrew was hungry. He had eaten half the food on the Gryffindor table, but his stomach was still emitting loud rumbles. Having bottomless pits for stomachs ran in his family, he supposed.
"Guys, I'm going to bed." Lily finally sighed, "Alice, are you coming?" Alice, who had almost fallen asleep in an armchair, jerked awake and followed her up the stairs. The Marauders followed a while later, stifling yawns beneath their hand as they trudged up to their dormitories.
"So, what do you think about the new Defence teachers?" James asked. They were all lying down on their beds, having the traditional first Marauder Meeting of the year. Every year, the four would have a Meeting after the Welcoming Feast.
"The one with the bushy hair was pretty," Sirius said, examining his fingernails.
"They'd better be good; this is our NEWT year." Remus said seriously.
"We'll see tomorrow, after lunch. But aren't they a bit young to be teaching?" Sirius pondered
"They look around our age- seventeen or eighteen." Peter said unsurely.
"But did you see their expressions?" James said, caught in the memory.
"Especially the one with the green eyes. You know the one who looked like Prongs."
"There's a war going on; a lot of people have been forced to grow up quickly. They may be victims of loosing parents or the likes." Remus explained his theory thoughtfully.
"There were tonnes of girls swooning over your twin, Prongsie." Sirius teased.
"He's only-what? Eighteen? If they're seventh years, they still stand a chance." James theorised.
"Unless he already has a girlfriend, back from wherever he's from," Peter added.
"New plan for Evans then, Prongs?" Sirius asked, changing the subject effectively.
"She's always telling me to grow up, yes?"
There was a chorus of yes coming from the other three boys in the Dorm.
"I'm not gonna ask her. But all I need are spies."
"Peter?" Remus asked, sighing.
"She doesn't suspect you as much. Please! Please, please, please, PLEASE!" James begged, his voice lathered with desperation. Feeling sorry for his love struck friend, he reluctantly agreed.
"But Lily cannot know, understood?" James said, excited to win Lily over.
"Sure." Remus reassured him.
"Goodnight, Marauders," Sirius called.
"Sleep tight, mates," James replied.
"Don't let the bed bugs bite, you lot!" Remus added.
Peter just let out his usual snore. Sniggering, the other three fell asleep too.
"What do you think of the new DADA teachers?" Lily asked Alice.
"The green- eyed one is handsome," Alice replied, scanning an old copy of Witch Weekly.
"Aren't you dating Frank?" Lily asked confusedly.
"Doesn't mean I can't appreciate other people with good looks, now does it?" She sighed exasperatedly.
"Anyway, back to the subject of teachers: don't they seem a bit... I dunno... young to be teaching?"
"It's more about their experience. You know the guy who looks like James? He has this expression in his eyes... like he's been through a lot. And the red- headed boy and the bushy- haired girl? Not as much as James' twin, but almost as much."
"Whatever, they just have to help us pass the NEWT's. I don't want to fail any lessons. You have to have top grades to become a part of the Order of the Phoenix!"
"We'll see tomorrow- we have our first lesson after lunch."
"Goodnight then, Alice."
"Night, Lily."
The trio had set everything up in the Room of Requirement, and were about to go to bed.
"It feels so weird, seeing your dead parents a year younger than you." Harry muttered.
"At least you get to know them, right?" Hermione suggested helpfully.
"I suppose." Harry replied half- heartedly.
"I don't know about you, but I'm well bushed." Ron sighed, stretching his long limbs. "Goodnight, all."
"See you tomorrow morning, Ronald, Harry."
"Night Ron, Her-mio-ne." But he had fallen asleep before finishing her name.
A/N: How was it? Rushed? Slow? Boring? Or fine? Tell me how you think by clicking the magical button underneath and giving me constructive criticism in a REVIEW!
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