Harry knocked on the door to Dumbledore's office. "Come in!" Dumbledore called, and Harry entered. "It's good to see you, Harry," Dumbledore said, getting up and shaking the young man's hand. Harry had changed since the end of school. He was now more muscular, and more tanned. His career as an Auror took him all over England.
"Here is the report you wanted," Harry said, handing Dumbledore a scroll. Dumbledore read it.
"It seems that Voldemort grows ever stronger, and plans to attack Hogwarts," Dumbledore said, calmly.
"We can't let him!" Harry cried.
"Exactly. Harry, how would you like a teaching position at Hogwarts?" Dumbledore asked.
"Why? What position?" Harry looked dumbfounded.
"Defence against the Dark Arts, of course. It will do us good to have another order member teaching here." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled merrily.
"Of course I'll accept, Headmaster," Harry said.
"Good. Be here on August 28." Dumbledore smiled at Harry. "And you might want to bring that son of yours," He said, handing a Hogwarts letter to Harry.
"I will. I guess I better go get James's school supplies." Harry turned to leave the office.
"Harry,"
"Yes Headmaster?" Harry asked, turning back to Dumbledore.
"Be careful with your son. He is not all that you expect." Dumbledore had lost the sparkle in his eyes.
"I will, Headmaster," Harry said, and left the office, thoroughly confused.