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A young man of his late 20's walked the empty hallways of Hogwarts. He had a handsome face and figure, his dark rustled hair falling into his almond shaped green eyes. His lips lit a hint of a smile which mischievousness had touched. His pale skin glistened in his dark robe, and trousers. The most unusual was his lightning shaped scar on his forehead. It was colored blood red, instead of the dried blood most scars occupied. He walked till he met the spiral staircase of the headmistress' office.
"Sour powder" The young man said. The staircase unraveled to a stair to the office. As he walked, the quietness of the office became more and more obvious. He approached the desk filled with papers and miscellaneous objects, the black leather chair began to turn.
"Well, well. Hello, Harry." A woman of her 60s greeted. She had sharp brown eyes, surrounded with wrinkles. Her salt and pepper hair was in a tight bun under a pointy witch hat.
"Hello, Professor McGonagall." Harry said, as he quietly sat on a cushioned wood chair in front of the desk.
"Please, have a toffee and a tea if you like. And please, call me Minerva. You are not a student anymore. So, what do you need Harry?" Minerva asked, as she magically whisked her wand and brought a glass container of toffee and tea cups, filled already.
"Thank you, Minerva." Harry said as he drank the cup of tea. "I heard you were again short of a Defense against the Dark Arts teacher. I was wondering if I could have that teaching post." Harry requested in such sincerity. He knew this was one of the only jobs he was willing to do, because he didn't want to do anything with the ministry.
"Hmm. You seem fit for the post. I remember your O.W.L. scores very well. But not to be noisy, but Harry weren't you hunting for-" Minerva began to say.
"Yes. But this summer I finished that quest. As you know, Voldomort's body died 10 years ago. But I finally tracked the two cups and destroyed them. At last I finished Dumbledore's quest. But, as well you know I will not work for the ministry. So, that slashes half of the jobs, and I'm out of work. I can't always rely on my friends for financial support. And I always loved Defense against the Dark Arts. I will teach all my students how to protect themselves. I will pass my knowledge to all of them. Please, Minerva. Please give me this chance." Harry quietly said. He thought a lot about this, and if Minerva didn't understand, he would just have to work at Fred and George's.
"Well, sure Harry. You could work in our faculties. I'll see you at September 2. Begone!" Minerva simply said.
Harry took his head down and said, "Thank you Minerva. Thank you."