Just a short story based on an idea I had while reading The Order of the Phoenix for the seventh time. It's the first time I've wrote Harry Potter but I have plans for more (longer ones) once I've finished some other stuff. I hope you like it. Please remember to review.
I took a seat at the front of the class, pulled my textbook from my bag and placed it carefully on the table before me. Then I fell to waiting silently for the teacher to arrive. My new classmates were conversing in hushed, excited voices behind me. I caught words like "curse" and "Auror". It was true that our teacher was an Auror. It had been front page news in the Daily Prophet over the summer when he had been appointed as a Hogwarts professor and my dad had said, "Make sure he really is who he says he is," and then laughed heartily, while my mother simply sat there, the same usual dreamy expression on her face. I had given a small chuckle although I didn't quite understand the joke.
"Hey Longbottom," a girl on my right said. I turned to her, fighting down the urge to ask her not to call me by my surname. "Your dad told me in Herbology that he used to share a dormitory with him when they were at school here."
"Yeah, he did," I answered.
"Is it true he helped defeat...You Know Who?"
"Yeah he did," I answered again, glowing with quiet pride. "My mother fought against him too."
"Wow," the girl whispered with awe.
Just then the door opened and complete and utter silence descended upon the class like a thick blanket as a man entered.
"Books away, wands out," he said as he strode up to the front desk. "And stand up."
There was brief excited murmur as the class complied. Our teacher reached the front of the room and turned to face us. He was much shorter than I had imagined. Short and very thin. He had startling, enticingly bright green eyes behind round spectacles and uncontrollable-looking jet black hair that stuck up at different angles and did a bad job of hiding the lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead. He waved his wand and all the tables flew to the side of the classroom, leaving the centre of the room bare.
He grinned.
"Hello, I'm Harry Potter. Welcome to your first Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson."