Longing
This one is a quickie because I could not get the idea out of my mind.
PS: JKR is the queen while i am but a simple jester! (yup, a jester!)
Staring at the sky, I fail to notice the noise and confusion of my present day life. It's hard to even notice from the way I act or speak but I wish for more.
But what else could I get? I am a death eater turned spy, an unpleasant man, and most of all I am suppose to be dead.
Also, I am a licensed potion Master, an experienced teacher, a past headmaster of Hogwarts and a powerful wizard. I am, probably, more but right now, I wish for nothing less than a better life.
The noise behind me reaches a new height but I realize what I listed was all in the past. Slowly I turn around to face the present and distractedly observe the students leading noise and chaos to new heights. Nothing is wrong with being a dead man, nothing is wrong with being stuck in the muggle world and nothing is wrong with being an A class chemistry professor.
"Silence!" I hissed. My voice significantly softer than the squealing high schoolers around me still manages to restore order. "Take out your chemistry text and turn to page three hundred and ninety four," the noise breaks put as the class scrambles to accomplish their task. "You will find the reactants on the benches on top your tables. Begin!"