Harry peered cautiously around the corner. He was definitely at Hogwarts ... that was for sure. It seemed a little different though, some of the pictures he'd seen weren't there, and there also weren't as many suits of armor.

Harry pulled his hood on over his face; he'd probably give people nightmares if they saw him. He walked to the Great Hall. He could hear chatter from inside. It seemed that the feast had just started. No it was the sorting.

Harry opened the doors with a bang. He didn't mean to, but he startled the little first year that was sitting on the stool and it toppled over.

Silence hung over the Great Hall like a big foreboding cloud, and the little first year was still sitting on the ground, stool on top of her and the hat crooked on her head.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" Asked an obviously younger Dumbledore.

"Um. My name is Harry." Harry said.

"Are you an Auror sent by the ministry?" Dumbledore asked.

"I am an Auror, but I'm not sent by the ministry. We couldn't have a word, could we, Professor?" Harry asked. His face was clouded in shadow and he was well aware of all those people looking at him.

"Alright. Come on Minerva."

McGonagall stood up and followed Dumbledore to Harry, who walked outside the Great Hall.

"We will use the Transfiguration classroom." Dumbledore said. It looked as though he didn't trust Harry too much at the moment. In fact, Harry could sense his mistrust. He was able to read minds if the person wasn't purposely blocking him out.

They walked silently to the classroom.

Dumbledore shut the door and turned to face Harry.

"If the Ministry didn't send you, who did?" He asked.

"You did."

Dumbledore looked at the cloaked man with his eyebrows raised. "I most certainly did not."

"Oh but you did Professor Dumbledore. I am from the future, sent back here to protect the school from Death Eaters from the future." Harry said.

"What is your full name?" McGonagall asked suspiciously.

"Harry James Potter." Harry said.

"Are you James' son from the future?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yes James and Lily Potters son." Harry said.

McGonagall chuckled.

"What?"

"Who would have thought it?"

"Do take your cloak off Mr. Potter, it's rather hot. Would you like a Sherbet Lemon?" Dumbledore asked.

"I'll be fine thank you Professor." Harry said, making no move to un-hood his self. "Are you sure you want me to take off the cloak?"

"Yes please do."

Harry turned away from them and took the cloak off. He put a hand up to his eye as he heard the other two gasp from behind him. They must have caught sight of the scars on his neck and arms.

"Turn around, Harry." Dumbledore said. Harry slowly turned around.

"Good gracious! You're only a child!" McGonagall said.

Harry's hands were all scarred and his face had a few scars as well. There was the one Voldemort gave him, another jagged one going right down his jawbone, another, though they couldn't see it, covering his left eye, one going through his other eyebrow and one underneath his chin. He was wearing a turtleneck black sweater underneath, and was exceptionally glad; the teachers really didn't need to see where his Uncle had tried to cut his throat.

"Take your hand away from your eye, Harry." Dumbledore said.

"I don't think that's a good idea at all sir." Harry said uncertainly, but Dumbledore looked at him sternly and Harry gave in.

McGonagall started to sob. "Oh dear, did your parents let this happen?"

"No, they're dead." Harry said. "My Uncle did it."

Harry's eye had a scar going from just underneath the eyebrow right down through his milky white eye and halfway down his cheek.

McGonagall's eyes went wide and she started openly weeping.

"Look Miner-I mean Professor. It's alright, I'm used to it." Harry tried calming her down. Dumbledore had to end up putting a cheering charm on her.

"How old are you?"

"Sixteen."

"And you're an Auror?" Asked Dumbledore in a disbelieving voice.

"That I am."

"But how?"

"I defeated Voldemort and got special training." Harry said.

He looked down at his blue robes. They were trimmed with silver. He was the top Auror at the Ministry, even though he was still in Hogwarts.

He closed his eyes so Dumbledore and McGonagall wouldn't be forced to look at it, it was the most he could do.

"Well OK. Would you like to join sixth year classes or teach Defense, we couldn't find a teacher this year." Dumbledore said smiling at Harry.

"Alright." Harry said. "I think I'll teach, I do have some experience. I taught a dueling club last year, well, in about another 25 years from last year." Harry joked.

"Would you like to start one up again?"

"I'll think about it."

"Come on Minerva, Harry, let's go. I'll have to correct my mistake about not having Defense." He smiled at Harry who had now hooded himself again.

The three walked out, McGonagall's spell seemed to be wearing off her as she kept looking at Harry with sympathy and admiration.

Harry sat down at the staff table, well aware that many people, including Professor's, were looking at him oddly. He nervously played with his shoulder length black hair, it looked a lot like Snape's, but not greasy.

"You're going to need a different last name." Dumbledore whispered into Harry's ear.

"You can think of something." Harry smirked, knowing Dumbledore it would be some Muggle thing.

Dumbledore stood up to address the Hall once all the students were sorted. Harry didn't hear a word he said, he'd spotted his father.

~*~

Everyone was rather stunned when the Great Hall doors burst open. No one was expected to be coming, they didn't have a DADA teacher this year.

"Who do you think he is?" Sirius whispered to James.

"Must be an Auror, look at his clothes." James whispered back. The man standing in front of them had on blue robes with silver hems and a blue cloak that went with it. He was obviously high up in the Ministry because most of the Auror clothes were just a plain Navy blue.

They watched the exchange curiously, then they all left and everyone, even the teachers, started talking at once.

"Could you feel the power around him?" Peter asked them. "I definitely don't want to get on his bad side."

"I agree Wormy." Sirius said.

Five minutes later, the sorting was finished and Dumbledore, the mysterious guy, and McGonagall all came back in.

The looks on the two teachers faces were enough to quiet everyone. They looked at Harry with respect and admiration, mixed with horror and disbelief. No one could see the look on Harry's face though.

The three of them sat down, Dumbledore whispered something to Harry, then he stood up again.

The Marauders all noticed the way Harry looked over their way, and James saw a flash of milky white where one of his eyes were.

"This is Professor Harry. He will be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts and is an Australian Auror." He motioned to Harry, but everyone saw where Harry was looking, it was the Gryffindor table.

Dumbledore moved over to Harry and waved a hand in front of his face. "Hello?"

"Yes?" Harry asked innocently. "Sorry, just day dreaming." Harry said, his accent had gone from previously British to Australian. How very odd.

~*~

Harry stayed up most of the night drawing up a lesson plan for the students. He had a group of first years first period, fourth years second, sixth years third. Each lesson went for two hours with a fifteen-minute break in between the first two, and an hour break in the second.

(*)

"Come in everyone and sit down." Harry said from behind his desk. He knew his voice wasn't very Australian, but he tried his hardest. He was, in a way, lucky that he had been through so much, it made him sound a lot older.

"Ok. Today is, obviously, your first Defense lesson of the year." A few people chuckled nervously. "I was thinking, we'll spend the first hour getting to know each other, then I'll give you a little background information."

Harry called the roll. He was a little disappointed to have the Slytherin's and Gryffindor's together. It wasn't that he didn't like Slytherin's, Draco was one of his best friends, it's just that they didn't get on too well together.

"Ok my names Harry. You know that right." There were a few scattered 'yes's'. "Good. I don't want you to call me Professor, because I'm not a Professor, I'm an Auror and my name is just Harry. Got it?"

"Yes." The class chorused.

"OK. Would someone like to start by telling everyone a little bit about themselves?" Harry asked.

No one raised their hand.

"Anyone?" Nothing. "OK, I'll pick someone."

Harry closed his eyes and ran his hand down the roll. He stopped on Carmen Lyalla.

"Carmen Lyalla?"

Carmen stood up. She was a girl with dark brown hair and blue eyes. "My name is Carmen Natalie Lyalla. I'm a pureblood. I like playing Quidditch, and I'm a Slytherin." She sat down again.

"Thank you Miss Lyalla. Anyone else volunteer?"

This time a boy stood up. He had blonde hair and dark blue eyes.

"My name is Martin Lewis Harrington. I am a Gryffindor. My mum is a Muggle and my dad is a Wizard. I like the Chudley Cannons but I don't play Quidditch."

And so they went on. Then it was finally Harry's turn.

"Alright. I have a lot of things I COULD tell you about me, so instead I'll let you ask questions, one each."

"Do you play Quidditch?" It was Carmen.

"Yes I do. I play Seeker."

"What's your full name?" Asked a boy names Liam Watt.

"I don't have one. It's just Harry." Harry smiled. Dumbledore wasn't able to think of something so they were just going to say he was an orphan that had no name.

"Why not?" Asked a girl with black hair and brown eyes. Katrina Lavender.

"Because my parents died when I was one and the people who adopted me didn't know their names."

"What happened to your hands?"

Harry looked down at his scarred hands. He really didn't feel like saying that he had been kept prisoner by Voldemort because he wouldn't tell them how to get out of the prison himself, he was even willing to die there.

"I just get into trouble all the time. They are from climbing trees and dog's and stuff." Harry lied.

A few questions later.

"How old are you?"

"Sixteen."

There were gasps.

"But that means you only five years older than us, not even finished school yet! How could you become an Auror?" Asked a girl that reminded Harry strongly of Hermione. Harry smiled again.

"That's for me to know and you to NOT find out." He chuckled. The lesson so far had gone better than planned, he just hoped no one asked him to.

"Can you take off your cloak?"

"I can, but I'm not going to." Harry said.

"Why?"

"Because you'll probably have nightmares for the rest of your life."

(*)

After that, no more questions were asked and everyone seemed to enjoy the lesson, they learnt all about the 'expelliarmus' charm.

At lunch after the fourth years, Harry noticed that word sure got around quickly. As he walked to the table he could hear people whispering about him being only sixteen and that he refused to take off his hood for fear that they would get nightmares.

Harry had to laugh at one of the rumors he heard.

"I heard that he's really You-Know-Who. And he doesn't take the cloak off because then we'll all know."

"Listen to that lot." Harry chuckled once he got to the head table and sat next to Dumbledore.

"What're they saying?" Dumbledore asked.

"Well, they're going on about how I'm really Voldemort and that's why I wont take the hood off. They even liked the lesson, even though it was with 'you-know-who'." Harry laughed again and shook his head. He couldn't wait till the next lesson. He would get to meet his parents, it was Slytherin and Gryffindor fifth years. Harry had decided that he should be able to show them, after all they were his age and could hopefully cope with it.

Dumbledore chuckled. "I wouldn't worry about it. They seemed to love your lessons." McGonagall said from beside Dumbledore.

"Thank you Professor." Harry said.

"It's Minerva to you." McGonagall said with fake sternness, Harry smiled, again.

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