Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, I don't make a profit besides that of reviews. They belong to JK Rowling and she is über cool for letting me dip into my imagination and play with her characters and world.

Summary: What if the Marauders and Lily Potter were Hogwarts teachers? Read on to find out.

Timeline: None, this is an complete Alternate Universe fiction. There is no curse on the Defense Against the Dark Arts position, and Voldemort is at large and after the Potters and the Order.

Author's Notes: While I don't hate the teachers currently working at Hogwarts, this idea won't let me be; the more I think about it the more fun it sounds. Also JK Rowling has stated that Godric's Hollow is a village, but here I am transferring that name to that of the Potter Residence. I am sure that there will be other abuses for the Potter purists to point out, but for the rest of you I have only one word: eNJOY!

Teachers, Parents, and Wizards.

Chapter One. The End of Summer.


Harry Potter was laying on his side in the old tree house flipping idly though a History of Magic textbook. His father, godfather, and he had built the tree house together when Harry was nine. It rested in a willow tree that stood at the edge of the Godric's Hollow plot near a small steady moving stream. It was painted to match the tree bark and, unless you knew it was already there, it blended in like an oversized rectangular branch as it changed color throughout the seasons. It has a sun roof, but the low hanging branches kept the harsh sunlight out letting a softer green light filter through. It is a quiet place with the gentle chirping of birds that inhabited the tree and the relaxing babble of the stream made it Harry's favorite place at home. He favorite feature of the house was the tree branch Sirius had bewitched to bend from the rear entrance to the ground, making it easier to use then the ladder the spirals around the trunk, it was like a slide.

Harry closed his eyes, took off his glasses and ran a hand over his face and unkempt hair trying to will his stomach to quiet down with not much success. He hadn't eaten since breakfast and he was hungrily envisioning large piles of cauldron cakes and Mrs. Weasley's apple pies. Though his mother was no slouch when it came to baking sweets, it was hard not to wish for the Weasley matriarch's cooking. His stomach moaned and he moved so that he lay on his back and sighed.

The end of July was warm and dreamlike. The sky was blue and bedecked with white clouds that like look freshly scooped vanilla ice cream as they floated passed. Harry's stomach gave another moan at his thoughts of the frozen treat and hoped his mother would let him have seconds at dessert. He knew it was doubtful since his birthday was coming in two days; she would make him wait until his birthday before she allowed him to binge on sweets.

He couldn't believe that the Summer Holidays were going by so fast. He often mused to his best friend, Ronald Weasley, in Godric's Hollow it was hard to tell when he was in class with his teachers or at home with his parents, since his father, James, a tall, handsome wizard with untidy black hair and round glasses, taught Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. His mother Lily, a pretty witch with long red hair and bright green eyes taught Charms. Though she hadn't taught since Harry was born. This be her first term back teaching

Harry had pretty much grew up within the walls of Hogwarts Castle. His mother had refused to stop teaching when she was seven months pregnant and had gone into labor-like pains in the middle of a third year Ravenclaw lesson. He still hears people whispering about it in the corridors between classes.

But even more discussed was the terrible event that happened to him when he was a one year old baby. An event that left him with a scar in the middle of his forehead in the shape of a lightening bolt. Harry had been told that he had been involved in a car crash and that was how he acquired the scar, but as he grew older he learned the truth.

Lord Voldemort, the most feared Dark wizard, had come to Godric's Hollow to kill Harry and his parents. Someone, who has yet to be identified, told He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named how to find his family. It wasn't until recently that he learned even more gruesome details.

James had magically sealed the door to Harry's nursery but it wasn't enough to stop the dark lord.

"Lily, take Harry and run!" he shouted hurriedly at his wife.

"No, I'm not leaving you," she said stubbornly.

Voldemort burst through the room. "Stand aside from the boy Potter and you may live, for the moment," he sneered.

When they refused, Voldemort pointed his wand at his father's heart.

James spread his arms out wide protectively to hide his wife and son a look of pure defiance in face. Lily protected her son as he cried loudly from the noise and being crushed at his mother's chest.

The couple stood back to back as Lord Voldemort hit James with the killing curse. But it had backfired, something had gone wrong. The green light ricocheted off James and a bright, white light enveloped them filling the room. There was a scream of pain and then nothing.

It was his mother who came to first, she heard Harry whining slightly, he was still in Lily's arms gnawing on her shirt in hunger. She noticed that Harry now had a red mark in the middle of his forehead. She looked around wildly for James and saw her husband laying prostate on the ground just behind her. Unconscious but alive.

There was no sign of Voldemort. But there was plenty evidence of his visit. The entire room looked as through it had been in the middle of a war zone. Every piece of furniture: Harry's crib, dresser, the changing desk, and the rocking maple chair were nothing but splinters. A strong burnt smell hung heavily in the room, though there was no smoke; and the walls were darkened by a black substance that looked like scorch marks.

She hadn't want to think about the state of the room; she was more concerned about what had happened. She knew that none of them should have survived. She heard his deadly cold voice spit out the curse. But there they were laying around broken wood relatively unharmed. It had taken the better half of a year to rebuild and place stronger wards around the house.

"Master Harry, it's almost time for dinner," a cheery voice called just below his elbow. It was Ruby the House elf.

"Yeah, all right," Harry answered getting to his feet. He slid down the branch and headed toward the house. Ruby followed at a respected pace at his heels. She is aptly named for she had large red eyes that went a light pink when she was happy and a dangerous scarlet when threatened or angered. Right now they were a dark pink as she walked behind Harry.

Being what the Wizarding World called pureblood, the Potters have a small family of house elves who worked and lived in Godric's Hollow. Ward was an old elf with tough leathery skin; is right eye was slightly blind from old age, but his left was clear and black. He had been passed down from Harry's grandfather to James. Ward's wife, Pearl had practically raised James since he was a babe and she had also played a large role in nursing Harry. Their daughter, Ruby had been born a few days after Harry, the house elf had become one of Harry's closest friends and confidant.

For his eleventh birthday, his parents had prepared the best celebration to date. Ron is coming over to spend the weekend at Godric's Hollow since his birthday landed on a Saturday.

It was a special year for him, because he would be receiving an official Hogwarts letter welcoming him as a first year student. Harry had been glad that the homework his parents assigned him over the summer would actually count for something at the start of the term. It was usually their attempt to ingrain the importance of studying in their only son at an early stage as well as to keep him busy.

Harry knew the school work had made him into a better student than he would have been other wise, but that didn't mean he couldn't groan about the work he did for nothing.

Ruby edged her way in front of Harry so she could open the door for her master.

"Thank you Ruby," Harry said kindly as he entered the house.

He passed Lily on the way to the kitchen, a salad bowl in her hands.

"Harry, you've been cooped up in the tree house again haven't you? Go wash up. Dinner will be ready shortly." She didn't wait for her son's response, instead she turned to face the house elf and handed her the bowl. "Ruby, give this to your mother she's expecting it."

Ruby headed off into the Lily faced her son still standing in the hallway. "Well, get to it then."

"Yes mother," With a loving shove from his mother Harry stalked off into the lavatory.

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