Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Basically: It's her sandbox, I'm just playing in it for a little bit.

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CHAPTER ONE - The Beginning

Harry walked into his apartment with Hogwarts. He had enjoyed the newest part of his training exercises that he was doing. He had gotten the idea from a dojo that he had attended the summer before his seventh year. He had pushed himself today, almost beyond his physical limit and it was only as being the heir of Gryffindor and being able to call upon Hogwarts to give him strength that he was able to get back to his rooms.

Now he was the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor in 1976 while his parents were still in Hogwarts. He recognized the signs of James unconsciously calling upon Hogwarts, although he doubted that his father knew what he was doing.

He got to his bedroom and almost collapsed on the bed.

ARE YOU ALL RIGHT, MY CHILD? Hogwarts asked him.

'I'll be better if I can actually sleep," he muttered quietly, grateful that he no longer had a piece of Voldemort's soul within him so he could actually sleep without getting nightmares. Once he returned to his own time, which he had left a month before, the time of Harry the boy-who-lived-to-defeat-the dark-lord would come into play; a time that he wasn't looking forward to in the least. Now, he was trying not to dread the fact that tomorrow was September 1 and officially begin his tenure as Professor Gryffin Grigori Michaels, a name he took in honor of his heritage and his lost love.

The pain of losing Ted had seemed relentless and forever until Sky had pulled him out of his depression. Sky had showed him how to move on, and that even though he could never forget Ted, he couldn't just stop living.

He awoke the next morning and went to the Great Hall. Almost all of the teachers, even Slughorn, he knew and his story was that he had been privately tutored due to his dangerous abilities. He was now graduated a year early and had applied and gotten the DADA position. The son of the Marauders, teaching the Marauders... seemed hypocritical.

"Good morning Filius." he said to Flitwick as he sat down at his spot between him and McGonagall.

"Good morning Gryffin." Filius returned as Gryffin poured himself a cup of black coffee, which surprised him, as he was one of a few who actually drank it.

"The students are to arrive tonight, right?"

"All except Black, we need someone to pick him up." Minerva asked.

"Why? He couldn't have missed the train. It can't be six-thirty yet!"

"Black requested we send someone to get him. He ran away and is concerned about his safety on the train.

"I'll do it then, I told Filius and Amanda that I'd pick up the things they ordered. Besides, I've got to get some new robes," he said commenting how he only had two sets of robes besides the outfit he wore to exercise.

"Are you sure, Gryffin?" Minerva asked.

"Sure, what could be so dangerous about picking up a sixteen year old from a pub?" he asked easily as he finished his coffee, "I'll go now so I can still do my morning run later." he said before he went over to the fireplace and flooed to the Leaky Cauldron.

Oh, and YES the chapters will be longer but this was the first one and it was way too tempting to stop here.

Now, this story will have Lime in it. Do you understand that I might be working up to the Lemon that 80... uh, maybe 90% of you were complaining about that DIDN't happen in APLR

Any requests for when he meets Sirius Black - age 16?