PP: Professor Potter

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54, eclipse: Defence against dark arts.

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Rowan-write a story set in Defence Against the Dark arts

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Defence Against the Dark Arts had always been thought of as a bit of a flop with the students of Hogwarts. Either the teachers were hopeless, or because the teacher changed every year the students struggled with getting used to the new teacher every year; so, they couldn't excel. People never thought getting used to a new teacher was a problem, it never occurred to them: but trust me, it is a serious problem.

Harry Potter didn't find this though: he had never trusted or liked teachers really, so it never bothered him about how the teachers kept changing; they just were not important to him. Yes, he noticed and agreed some were terrible (Quirrell and Lockhart) and he was sad when Lupin left, but as a general rule, he didn't care. Which was why he excelled in this class: he was not bothered about the changing teacher.

Considering all this, it seemed almost fitting that thirteen years after he left school Harry was standing at the top of the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom about to teach his first class as a Professor. Apart from him, everyone else was yet to arrive – for which he was glad, as he needed some alone time before he had to make his mask for the class. He could let go afterwards, but for the class; he couldn't let them know, not for a first class.

A few minutes later, the door opened and his students piled in. When all the students had arrived, Professor McGonagall came in and shut the door; she was wearing a signature stern glare. Then she sat at the back and observed.

"Ummm, hi. I am Harry Potter, and I am your Professor for Defence Against the Dark Arts – or DADA for short. As you know, I have had a lot of experience in this field from fighting in war and defeating Voldemort. I will teach you everything I know so if you ever end up in my position, you will be fine," Harry said after taking a nervous breath.

All the students looked up at him eagerly. Harry felt even more nervous: but at least they seemed impressed by his speech. Harry had come up with about twenty speeches, but this was the one that seemed the best and stuck.

"So, we will start with some theory as everything has theory and if you know and understand it, the spell will come much easier and quicker. If there's time at the end, we will try to learn how to defend ourselves from basic spells," Harry said. Then he reached for his notes and sat down as he started to go over theory.

At the end of the class, all the students thanked Harry before leaving. As they left they talked cheerily which made Harry hopeful he did an alright job.

"You did well, Harry," McGonagall said, standing up and going up to Harry to talk to him.

"Thank you – and you really think I did a good job with teaching them?" Harry asked.

"Yes, you did. Good luck with your next class: I have faith in you that you'll be fine. May I come back at the end of the week and see how your doing?" the Headmistress asked.

"Alright, sure. Thank you, Professor," Harry said smiling. He felt much more relaxed after talking to her about how he had taught.

"Minerva," his follower Professor corrected. Then she said, "Well, see you at dinner."
"See you then, Pr—ah, Minerva," Harry said. Then Minerva left.

Harry sat down in his chair and sighed: his next class would be much easier! One thing's for sure though: now that he'd taken this job, he was not regretting it. He would have to write to Ginny this evening to tell her how it was all going.