Prophecy's Ending By: GhostlyShadow

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Summary: Harry has seen the horrors of war and comes back to Hogwarts to teach DADA a changed man. He balances helping the next generation of students learn how to survive and fight and trying to find the sixth and final Horcrux. And maybe seducing his old Potions Master.

Warning! This is going to be slash (eventually). If you don't like slash then just please leave.

Chapter One

Proposal

A huddled young man walked through a foot of snow in front of a glittering castle, plowing furrows with every step. His black hair waved in the wind, trapping pure white snow flakes inside its tangled mass. His body stopped shaking as he entered a brilliantly lit stone hall, the sound of the door closing echoing through merrily decorated but empty halls. The children must be at dinner. He thought to himself as he climbed a staircase. He hopped over a step in the middle of the staircase. Amazing how memory even keeps the little things.

He found his way to a stone gargoyle. What did she say it was? He furrowed his brow. Oh yea.

"Canary Creams." The gargoyle jumped aside. Looks like she kept the traditional password criteria. He thought as he made his way up a spiral staircase and knocked on the door at the top.

"Come in." He entered the room and sat down at a chair in front of a paper-strewn mahogany desk, behind which a tall witch with slightly graying hair sat, looking sternly over a set of spectacles. "Ah, welcome Harry. I'm glad you could make it at such short notice." He nodded.

"No problem at all Minerva." He said to the Headmistress.

"I understand that you destroyed the fifth piece of Voldemort's soul last week. I'm told that it was encased in Godric Gryffindors personal suit of armor."

"That's right. Unfortunately, two good people died taking it. Dana Quentin and Greg O'Connor."

"The war against Voldemort takes its toll everywhere. Turning to the business at hand, I bet you're wondering why you're here."

"Well, it was a surprise, yeah."

"I want you to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts here at Hogwarts Harry." He looked startled.

"Why me? I don't have any teaching experience!"

"But you have the most combat experience. And remember Dumbledore's Army." The both saddened at the mention of his name, remembering the loss the side of Light had so recently suffered. "I know you're only eighteen Harry, but you have used any means necessary to defeat Voldemort's troops and to kill him. You're wearing the evidence right now." She pointed at the .44 revolver in a holster on his leg and a knife sheathed on his wrist. "You have studied many forms of Muggle hand to hand fighting and weapon courses. You can help these children survive. Your year and a half of constant fighting taught you what you needed to know and what they now need. And you might even find some friends among the staff." Her eyes twinkled, reminding him of Albus once again.

"I'll do it." He finally let out.

"Great! You start next year. Over the next half year you will make a syllabus of what you'll teach to the students. The staff meets here on the 24th of August in order to have a full week to prepare for the coming year. I will owl you on the 20th just in case. Until then, do what you want." He stood up.

"Thank you Minerva. I'll be there on the 24th." He walked out the door and down the staircase. As he left Minerva leant back in her chair. She mourned the loss of the optimistic young boy that had needed to be moved aside in order to let the tougher 'whatever-it-takes' fighter out. It had to happen. She thought. I just hope that it wasn't in vain.

Authors Note: This is the first chapter in what I hope to be many. Please Read and Review. I think I should update at about one chapter a week. They willdefinitlybelonger than this one. Sorry for the short chapter this time.Thanks! Oh, and if anyone can Beta for me, I would be eternally grateful.

GhostlyShadow