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Chapter two of the redone series!!! Please review!!!!!!!!!!
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Harry James Potter always had a reputation for being the student in the hospital wing the most. He'd manage to almost get himself killed so many times he needs another hand to count. Harry had nightmares that could scare Albus Dumbledore. He faced the Dark Lord without breaking a sweat.
But time travel is a new one. Harry thought as he stared at the white room around him. Merlin, 1973 and they still had the same paint color?!
Eviyara swooped down from the rafters to his shoulder and pressed her smooth beak against his cheek. You need to rest little one. She thought to him, Whether we're in 1973 or 2006 you need some sleep, badly.
Her warm motherly tone caught him by surprise and he stroked her silk feathers for comfort. Eviyara, I need some answers... He thought in obvious emotional distress. The 'time difference' from 2006 to 1973 was rather large, and there's no way a time turner could do it. So who sent him back?
Answers later Harry, sleep now. Eviyara lept onto the bed frame and gave the go-to-sleep-now glare. She stayed with him until he fell asleep, but then she had a job to do. The phoenix flew over to Madam Pomfrey's quill and parchment and started to write:
Professor Dumbledore,
Hello, my name is Harry J. Rettop and I would like to apply for the Defense Against the Dark Arts teaching position...
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Harry watched as a body laid eagle spread out in a foggy meadow. The air was so quiet and still as he moved toward the crumpled figure. The young wizard soon felt an incredible urge to help the person when he suddenly started to sprint.
The pathetic body continued to lay there sprawled out and unmoving. Harry was about a year away when he tripped over something and fell to the ground.
The wizard caught his breath and stood up again saw that he had stumbled over a tombstone that read:
Not currently avalible
Harry shook his head and turned back to the body. It's chest was rising and falling, but when he took a closer look, the person had no face.
"AHHH!" That's when the Boy Who Lived woke with a start to find a very familiar old wizard with twinkling blue eyes and a long beard watching over him. "Good morning Harry. I believe you sent me this letter last night by your phoenix about applying for the Defense teaching post."
Sorry Harry I forgot to tell you. Eviyara said, landing on her favorite shoulder. Just say yes.
Harry scowled mentally at his companion and turned back to Dumbledore. "Err... Yes sir, I was hopeing to apply here."
The old headmaster's eyes twinkled and he said, "Wonderful! We have needed a new professor in that room for a very long time, however, I do need to interview you. These are Dark times after all."
Harry nodded and kept stroking Eviyara to keep himself from getting more nervous. "Well then, I guess we will have to get started then." Dumbledore said while reaching into his pocket and pulled out a pool stick sized 'wand'.
"When you touch this 'wand'," He said happily, "it will shoot out your level of experience in teaching and defense from 1 to 10, and it will have a check mark next to the numbers if you are trustworthy."
Harry eyed it warily and grabbed the wand polietly from his mentor. Green sparks shot out the end of the 'wand'. A few minutes passed before two numbers appeared next to a check mark. There was a 10 for teaching and a 10+ for defense skills.
Dumbledore's eyes widened in shock for a brief moment before he exclaimed, "Congradulations! You've been accepted into the staff of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. However, Harry I must ask you, we have no head of house for Gryffindor this year since Minerva's declined again. Would you like to be considered?"
This time it was Harry's turn to be shocked. A grin lit up his face and he nodded vigorously. Dumbledore returned the smile and replied, "Now, if I can get you out of Poppy's clutches then I can let you be chosen for that via Sorting Hat. Poppy!"
Dumbledore walked camly over to Madam Pomfrey and asked permission for the new teacher to leave. She replied, "Fine, but try not to land yourself here anymore." And with that the two exited the hospital with Eviyara flying behind and a few minutes later climbed the stairs of the gargoyle.
Harry sat down in his usual chair and looked guiltily around the room, remembering the last time he was in here. He must've smashed at least a quarter of Dumbledore's little inventions...
"Lemon drop?" The headmaster offered and when he had also sat down. Harry grinned and took one from his hand, astonishing the professor. "I think you are the only other person in this school besides myself that actually tried one of these, Harry."
"But, that's beside the point. For you to become head of house, you need to be accepted by the Soeting Hat, very simple. Now Harry, if you will."
The hat slid onto his head and started to search his memories and the rest of his mind. "Well, if it isn't Harry Potter again. Yes, yes, a time traveler... Your head is very, intricate. Use it wisely." The Sorting Hat considered something for a moment before he yelled, "ACCEPTED!"
The grin never left the Chosen One's face as his mentor instructed him on his duties and gave him his schedules for hallway patrol and his classes. Then as Harry and his phoenix left Albus Dumbledore couldn't help thinking he was taking a liking to the new member of the staff.
This was going to be an interesting term...
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tbc
kirby