The Broken Auror
``I want you all to read chapter sixteen and write an essay about Werewolfs, their habits and features. How to recognise a werewolf, how to react in situations in which you are confronted with them and your personal opinion on how to improve their current status in the wizarding world without disregarding that they can be very dangerous.
I want the essays on my desk next Friday if you submit yours late make sure you have a good excuse."
Draco Malfoy watched his students leave the classroom, hurrying to get to the Great Hall for lunch. He hadn`t expected to love teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts as much as he did and in moments like this he couldn`t help but look back at his own time as a student sitting in this exact same room, listening to their various DADA teachers. He could still see Snape standing in the front telling them about werewolfs, desperate for someone to really listen and to find out about Professor Lupin.
Merlin, that was almost fifteen years ago. Who would have thought that he would come back to Hogwarts. He had spent most of his time here repeating the things he had heard his father say about Dumledoor being a confused old man. About this not being a proper education. About being ashamed to go to the same school as mudbloods. It made him sad to think about who he had been back then but he could not help smiling at the irony of it all.
He was teaching children how to protect themselves against dark magic, how to fight for what was right. Even though he had clearly been on the wrong side of history.
The students thought of him as fair, treating everyone the same and they came to him to talk about problems that they had. Granted, most of those students were Slytherins so it made sense that they would talk to the Head of their House but there were a few Hufflepuffs that liked to come to him and talk and Juno Boyne, prefect of house Rawenclaw habitually asked him for advice about potions, Quidditch, helping first-years that were homesick or whatever was troubling her at the moment.
It meant more to him than his students could ever suspect.
``Professor Malfoy", he heard and saw a Griffindor fifth-year standing before him, looking at him with his bag over his shoulder, obviously wanting to talk to him.
`` Mr. Jewell, wha can I do for you?`` Draco asked, packing his bag.
´´Well, I was just wondering", he said, `` When is Harry Potter here?"
``Harry Potter?``, Draco asked, not quite believing his ears. What was the boy talking about? Why would Potter come to Hogwarts? `` I´m not sure, I know what you are talking about."
`` Madame Weasley told us he´s coming to lecture us as a guest professor in Defence Against the Dark Arts.``
That was something he had never heard before nor would have ever expected it. The Griffindor stared at him, expecting an answer Draco couldn`t possibliy give him.
``Well, Mr. Jewell, it seems that i know even less about this visit from Mr. Potter than you do. I will talk to Madame Weasley and get back to you``, he managed to say before he quickly left the classroom with the burning desire to find Madame Weasley this instant.