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Chapter 1
The Boy-Who-Lived
1970. A year that would live on in infamy. It was during this year that the Dark Lord Voldemort ,who was believed to be the Heir of Slytherin declared war on Magical Britain.
The Dark Wizard as well as his loyal followers which were dubbed 'Death Eaters' apparated into the middle of Diagon Alley and began to kill anyone they could.
The token Auror Force stationed in the Alley were unprepared for an attack were quickly decimated, as anti-apparition and anti-portkey wards were erected over the area the moment they arrive, it was very accurate and well planned assault.
Hundreds died in the attack, muggleborns, half-bloods, as well as a few Purebloods, but all of them known as being aligned to the 'Light'.
The Diagon Alley Massacre marked the first public appearance of Voldemort as well as the beginning of the first Blood War.
The bloodshed escalated from there as Voldemort left the shadows and engaged in open warfare against the Magical Community. Massacre after massacre, Death Eater forces even began to terrorize the Muggle World. The number of casualties began to rival Grindelwald's own reign, and unlike during the previous war they only had a token Auror Force and none of the international support to wage a long drawn out campaign.
Worse, the Dark Lord himself proved not only to be more vicious and crueler than his predecessor, but far stronger. His ability to control a person's mind became so infamous, after he had a father choke his own daughter to death while declaring how much he loved her. His ability to turn loved ones against each other caused paranoia to run rampant in the community.
As his reign of terror grew, so did his number of supporters. Each of them were anonymous under heavily enchanted robes and masks, and this anonymity gave them power. It was impossible to tell if your neighbor was a Death Eater or not, leading to even more paranoia and the lynching of innocent people.
Every day the paper read the same. Deaths. Disappearances. Torture.
All the evils and cruelties capable of being imagined by the most depraved mind were unleashed on the populace. Even toned down, some of the description were enough to make reader's vomit in disgust.
The Ministry of Magic itself was in disarray as they didn't know how to handle the ongoing war while at the same time keep everything hidden from the Muggle Prime Minister who was demanding answers on why their affairs were spilling into Muggle World.
All throughout this there was a sense of hopelessness, as people began to realize that it was futile to resist. Terror reigned, and every time a spell was cast the populace would immediately dive for cover. Others simply accepted their fate and were cut down rather than live in such a hopeless world.
As the war progressed Voldemort's power grew stronger and stronger. His army increased as he recruited giants, werewolves, inferi and other dark creatures. There were even rumors that he had tamed a dragon in preparation for a final assault.
Just as the Darkness was about to eclipse the light, came Albus Dumbledore. The Defeater of Grindelwald faced the Dark Lord himself during one of the assaults on Hogsmeade Village
Their battle was magnificent; something that people would never forget in their lives and would be written down in the history books. Ancient and powerful magics were unleashed against each other, vying for supremacy.
After a long and grueling battle, Albus Dumbledore managed to beat back the Dark Lord Voldemort, forcing him and all his forces to retreat. To the Defeater of Grindelwald it was a tremendous loss as the battle had been too destructive resulting in the village being nothing more than scraps of burning wood. However to the people it was the victory that they needed to rekindle the fires of hope.
Two Titans of Magic had clashed. Dark and Light. And in the final result the Light had managed to drive away the Darkness.
The most feared Dark Lord in British history, capable of defeating dozens of Aurors without a problem. He who had forced Giants to bend their knees and dragons to bow in in respect had his advance stymied by a single wizard.
To the people of Magical Britain Albus Dumbledore was like an Angel sent to save them.
However, defeating the Dark Lord once, caused something even worse to be unleashed, as the heir of Slytherin sought to prove his power and solidify his grip. Dozens of simultaneous assaults rocked the country as the Dark Lord inflicted crueler and more depraved acts than any before.
However a large clash like during Hogsmeade Battle never happened again as the Dark Lord with his vast intelligence and cunning always kept forces in reserve to either flank the Light Force or reinforce his own lines. Flanking maneuvers forced Dumbledore to aid his failing sides, drawing him away from direct conflict with the Dark Lord, and by reinforcing his own lines he forced Dumbledore to retreat lest he be overwhelmed by sheer numbers.
It was a nightmare.
No other word was capable of describing the current situation. Not a single day passed without death or victims of torture being broadcast on the Wizarding Wireless.
Until October 31, 1981 happened.
The Dark Lord himself left the frontlines of the war to strike at one of the Pureblood Families that supported Dumbledore, the Potters. No one save a few knew what caused the Heir of Slytherin to target the family, but to the public who knew that he was not only outrageously powerful but also intelligent, knew he had to have some motive. But actually none will be surprised if the dark wizard come just to do some killing other 'Blood Traitor'
That was why it shocked the entire world when the following day the Headline read that the Dark Lord had been killed by the toddler who he himself set out to kill the night before.
It was inconceivable! Many of them could not believe such a thing could happen, but there was a good reason for this as the idea of such a feared Dark Lord dying at the hands of a two year old baby was ridiculous beyond measure.
The people refused to believe it, but as time passed and no more massacres or mass disappearances were recorded in the paper they began to believe. There were no more signs of the Dark Lord who often make appearance to install fear and terror on people heart, and so the people began to believe.
Harry James Potter, son of James Potter and Lily Potter born July 1979, was the one responsible for Voldemort's demise and the only person to have survived the infamous Killing Curse launched by one of the most powerful Dark Lords, Voldemort.
And for that, he became known as the Boy Who Lived.
A Few Months Before September 1, 1992
"So, Albus." Minerva began as she stared at the aging Wizard. "Why have you called us for this meeting?"
Many professors were also curious, as they just had their staff meeting a few days ago, but now they had been called again.
The Headmaster smiled at his staff, blue eyes twinkling merrily.
"As you all can see, this year, once again we have new professor for DADA." He started pointedly ignoring Snape's snort. "I must say what happened to Quirell was a tragedy that no one could have expected." He said somberly, eyes filled with genuine sadness for moment. "I have taken another look at the curse and managed to weaken it to the point that such things won't happen again."
A few of the professors let out sighs of relief, before nodding back to him. "Sadly though the curse still remains, as it was enacted during the height of the Dark Lord's power." He said with grim look 'Thankfully no one but a few trusted individuals know the real reason why the curse happened. It wouldn't be good to for people to learn the truth of the matter.' Albus added in his mind before continuing
"While I believe Gilderoy is not a bad person, I had believed the same of the Quirrell, and we all know how that ended." Albus continued grimly tone, his eyes lingering on the staff. Judging by their reaction they appear to agree with him, Quirrell's possession and death had come as a complete shock to them all. "And for that, I decided to make a…small…alteration in the Hogwarts charter as well as how the Defense Against the Dark Arts position is handled."
That immediately got everyone's attention as the Hogwarts Charter hadn't been amended in decades. "This year I will divide the DADA, we will have two professors, one to teach First to Third year while the other teaches Fourth to Seventh year."
The staff began to murmur and whisper to each other, all except for Minerva and Severus who only quirked their eyebrows in a curious manner.
"Mr. Lockhart will teach the upper year students while the new professor will teach the lower years. I did this because the introductory professor is quite…likable to children." He said while smiling in amusement at the image of Harry being swarmed by his fans.
"And who is this professor Albus?" Minerva asked, eyes narrowed.
"Someone I know. I asked for his help, and he has my complete faith and trust just like you my dear." Albus answered. "He is one of my students, and is a prodigy not only in intellect but also skill level when it comes to Defensive Magics, despite his appearance." He then cast a wandless tempus allowing him to see the time "Ah, yes. He should be arriving…now."
The door to the staff room opened, drawing everyone's attention as they turned their gaze to the new professor. When they saw the person, their jaws dropped in disbelief as each wore a gobsmacked expression as if they had been slapped by a fish.
The figure was clad in an elegant dark robe trimmed with gold, and underneath he wore a close fitted cream colored suit with a white shirt and a red paisley cravat. A matching handkerchief was neatly tucked into the pocket of his blazers, as his black brogue shoes clicked on the stone floor with his every step.
Gripped in his right hand that covered in black leather glove was a steel staff, taller than he was, topped by a large sapphire like gem. On his left shoulder a large raven stood sentinel, watching everyone through its black eyes, however what got everyone's attention was the scar on his forehead. The scar that became legendary, the distinguishing feature of the only survivor of the Killing Curse, a scar that resemble lightning bolt
"Everyone, I'd like you to meet our new teacher for Defense Against the Dark Arts, Professor Harry James Potter." Albus introduced, amusement clear in his voice as he smiled, eyes twinkling with a greater light than any had seen before.
"Good afternoon everyone." Harry greeted politely, as he bowed slightly in a sign of respect. "My name Harry Potter, and I look forward to working with you all, please take care of me."
Jaws opened and closed comically, and as usual it was Minerva who exploded first. "Albus! What is the meaning of this?!" She demanded hotly.
"Headmaster, is this some kind of joke?!" Severus sneered, eyes filled with disdain the moment he saw Potter's spawn.
The other staff also voiced their reactions, each one yelling louder and louder to form a cacophony of voices that drowned out their coworkers. Albus noticed that no one's opinion was as negative as Severus', and inwardly sighed.
"Now, now please calm down." Albus said calmingly, as he raised one hand. "I assure you Severus that this is not a joke." He answered before turning to his Deputy. "And as for you, Minerva, Mr. Potter will be the one teaching DADA for the lower years." He repeated with voice containing mirth
"I know what you said!" Minerva snapped, her nostril flaring. "But what I'm asking is not that! Albus, Mr. Potter here is only what?! Twelve?!"
"I'm just turned to 13 actually." Harry corrected while smiling politely but no one pay attention to him for now as they all still focus to Albus.
"For once I find myself in agreement with Minerva, Headmaster." Snape added, his face showing his distaste. If it weren't a serious situation they were in at least one of the teacher's would've run to the window to make sure that the sky wasn't falling or turned on the radio to check to see if Merlin had returned from the grave. "The brat probably just entered puberty, how do you expect him to teach when his hormones will interfere with his every thought."
"Minerva, Severus don't be rude. Mr. Potter is standing over there." Albus chided, his eyes observing Harry who only smiled politely. "Harry, my boy, it's been a while hasn't it? Look at you, you've grown taller!"
"One year, twenty-two days and three hours precisely Professor Dumbledore." Harry answered with a nod, youthful emerald eyes meeting old cerulean ones. "And your beard also seems to have gotten longer since we last met."
"Really? That long, and thank you Harry, I shaved it a bit though. It wouldn't be good to have too long a beard. Who know there might even be someone who tries to kill me with my own beard." Albus chuckled, a few professors snorted or snickered and Severus thought about the times he had almost carried out the deed.
"Have you thought about oiling it so that they can't get a good grip to strangle you? Oil should also fix up the dry split ended look." Harry quipped, tilting his head slightly.
"Thank you for your suggestion Harry and it's nice to see you again Morrigan. It seems not only your master has grown." He said as eyeing the raven on Harry shoulder over his half-moon spectacles.
The raven let out a caw before flaring out her wings and puffing herself up, as if showing the Headmaster how much she had grown since they last met.
"Yes, you have grown very well Morrigan." Albus nodded, as Harry stroked his companion's feathers. "So Harry, how was France?"
"Well, I met the Delacour family who thankfully helped me contact the local Veela Matriarch. Apparently Sebastian, Head of the Delacour family is the consort of a Veela." Harry's lower lip twitched, as his face scrunched up in thought. "And my meeting with the Vampires came shortly after meeting the Veela Matriarch. Thankfully this one proved to be not as bad as the ones I had previously had dealings with." He said grimacing as he reminisced about his previous encounters with the Children of the Night.
Albus also blanched slightly, seems understand Harry problem "Does something bad happen?"
"No, not really. In fact the meeting went better than I expected, it's just…" He ran his hand through his hair, his face betraying him, showing his annoyance. "There was an Aristocrat there, and you know how they behave. Admittedly this one was civil."
Albus eyes widened a small margin upon hearing that, his face a mix of solemnity and surprise. "An Aristocrat? There's one in France? If I recall the Vampires there were only Common and Lesser ones."
"She just moved there five years ago, originally she was from Romania." He said with small sigh as he rubbed his temple. "She left Romania due to a small problem with her companion."
"Any reason why she choose to come to France? Aristocrats rarely choose to interfere with mundane problems, preferring isolation in their manors and lairs."
"Well, France is one place that they only have a small number at least in comparison to some of the larger countries, and most of them are Lessers controlled by the Commons. She said she wanted to build a small coven there and that was her only focus at the time. She said it much more elegantly than I will but the meaning was clear, 'you cause no trouble for me and I'll cause no trouble for you'. After that I convinced her to put a ward and runic seal on her followers that would bind them should they break any of the rules we set."
One of Albus' eyebrows rose. "You know that Aristocrats can break most rune seals and wards that we use today correct? Magic powerful enough to bind such powerful creatures has mostly been forgotten except to those who had lived to see them commonly used."
"I used the one she taught me." Harry answered slyly.
"Ah, I see, I see. Then it would need another Aristocrat to break it, not to mention it would take time to break and any attempt would alert you should she try to remove it."
"Yes, I already set Apparition points next to and a few meters away from the ward stone, so in case something happens I can get there immediately."
"A well thought out plan my Boy, I'm glad that your skills haven't dulled since we last met."
"Ehem!"
Both of them turned and see Minerva glaring at them, face set into strict expression as she tapped her fingers against the table impatiently.
"Albus, you can have your conversation with Mr. Potter later. Right now would you kindly explain to us how you know him? As far I recall didn't you place him with Lily's Muggle relatives?"
Severus, hearing that grimaced. The boy lived with Petunia? Surely Albus was not that naïve? She hated Magic with a passion! Anyone that knew about her knew how jealous she was of Lily, not only in Magic but in looks as well! If the boy lived with her...
"I'm sorry Minerva." Albus sounded sheepish as he responded. "But it has been a while since I met Harry face to face, we only talk through floo." He then smiled kindly. "You are right Minerva, that was my original plan, however it seems your judgement was sadly, true. Lily's sister is…one of Muggles that dislike Magic. I believe you so eloquently put it 'one of the worst you've every seen.'" He said bitterly. All the professors' eyes widened save for Severus who only scoffed; growing up with Petunia he could've told anyone that. "Alas, I couldn't risk young Harry living with them, as I was afraid they would abuse or neglect him so I decided to give him to someone else."
"And who is this 'someone else' Headmaster?" Severus asked.
"That is confidential Severus, I didn't distrust anyone here, however this person wished for his/her existence unknown." Albus answered in a tone of finality.
The matter was dropped as they realized that the Headmaster would brook no further questions. Though some had displeased expressions, but held their tongues.
"Now..." Albus drawled as he looked at his staff once more. "Why don't you all get acquainted with Mr. Potter? After all you'll be spending the next 10 months together so I wouldn't want there to be any friction between us. Also if you have any doubts about his teaching ability why don't you ask him?"
"What will you teach the First years, boy?" Snape instantly asked as his eyes glaring at him.
"Ah yes... First Year eh?" Harry turned to him, still smiling politely. "But first before I answer may I know to whom I am speaking to?"
"Severus Snape..." He answered with a grunt.
Harry's eyes widened slightly, he recognized the person in front of him. "THE Severus Snape? The youngest Potion Master?" Harry asked, voice held awe and respect before he smiled brightly and bowed. "It's an honor to meet you sir! Your dissertation on the Creation of the Wolfsbane Potion, as well as your critique on Moste Potente Potion, is one of my favorites!"
Snape blinked, obviously taken back by the sudden praise. To think James Potter's son would praise him like this was… unexpected.
"Ehem. As for your question." Harry cleared his throat to regain his composure. "For the First and Second Years, I will teach them about the dark creature commonly found in Britain first in our immediate vicinity followed by surrounding areas. With this I will also teach them what they might rarely find living here as a last resort due to our climate. Afterwards I was going to teach them a few hexes and jinxes that are capable of repelling such creatures, followed by a brief introduction into common spells and their uses in dueling. Take Tarantallegra for example, if you cast it on an Acromantula it would make them twist their own legs, making them vulnerable, and unable to move. "
Snape's eyebrow quirked, truthfully he never thought to use a joke jinx like that and now that he thought about it, it would be quite effective. The spell normally used to over immobilize dangerous creatures was lengthy and required broad and exaggerated wand movements unlike the simple point cast of Tarantallegra.
"Why teach them only the common creatures found in our country? How about the ones in the East and in other places?" Minerva asked.
"One must first know their own territory before meddling with others." Harry answered. "You can't expect them to know about someone else's home without knowing their own first. The First and the Second years are still beginners, and while it is true the ones from Magical family may have been taught by their parents, the ones coming from the Muggle World don't know any better."
Minerva nodded at that, face set in a small satisfactory smile despite her internal surprise. The boy seemed capable of teaching; hopefully he wasn't all talk and would be able to teach properly once he was in front of a group of students.
"And Third Year?" Flitwick asked in squeaky voice.
"I will introduce them to international culture, such as Eastern Youkai, as well as teaching them how to deal with foreign wizards. Of course, I'm still going to focus on our own culture. Third Year is just the beginning after all. I will teach them how to counter commonly used curses, as well as dueling spells such as the Horn tongue hex. This can be used to make their enemy unable to cast spells verbally due to have their tongue turned into a horn, and is capable of harming them if they are not careful. Personally I think that it's much more effective than a Tongue-Tying Curse or the easily dispelled silencing charms."
Harry paused, his eyes taking on a serious glint. "I'm teaching them how to defend themselves, not to attack someone. This is a school after all, not a military academy where you train for war. Beside a First to Third year student is not supposed to know high damage spells such as Bombarda or Confringo, not when a Reducto can solve most situations perfectly."
The Professors and staffs began to murmur to each other or share looks, most of them filled with approval, as they eyed Harry in a new light.
"And how do we know that you are proficient enough in the Dark Arts to teach defenses against them?" Snape asked.
"Harry," Albus called, interjecting before Harry could answer. "Perhaps, a demonstration would be better?" He asked with twinkling eyes "Why don't we go to the Great Hall? My old bones could do with some exercise."
Gasps and shock filled the room as they couldn't believe what they just heard. Did Albus Dumbledore, the Greatest Wizard in Britain just ask someone to duel? And that someone is a boy of only 13!
Harry was also surprised for a moment before his face once more showed a polite smile. "Don't you think facing someone of your caliber is too much Professor? I'm not that good."
"No need to be modest Harry. I am also looking forward to see how you have grown this past year." Albus chuckled, eyes twinkling mischievously.
"Albus you can't be serious! While I believe that Mr. Potter would be a decent professor, putting him against you is a different story!" Minerva exclaimed. "Perhaps myself or one of the younger professors would make a better opponent for him."
"Nonsense Minerva, I'm sure Harry will be good enough to face me. Right Harry?"
Harry adopted a thinking pose, chin resting against his left fist as his other arm lay across his body underneath his elbow. Truthfully he didn't want to face someone at Albus' level, and while he was good he was nowhere near skilled enough to face a living legend. The number of wizards and witches that could put up a decent fight against Albus could be counted on a single hand with fingers to spare.
'Then again…if I faced him and show what I am capable of the professors would no longer be able to doubt my abilities.' He thought, a wide smile appearing as he realized the benefits of the plan. "Very well Professor, I accept."
Albus appear to be pleased at the reply while all other professors show shocked expression the boy accepting it "Then let us head to the Great Hall?"
Present
Hermione closed the book she had been reading. The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts, the definitive history documenting the rise and fall of You-Know-Who.
She couldn't believe it. Despite how many books and tales she read, she still couldn't believe that a boy who only a few months older than her was now her Professor!
There wasn't a lot of information about the Boy-Who-Lived actually. After banishing You-Know-Who, Harry Potter pretty much disappeared from the public. Many people searched for him high and low some trying to adopt him in fact, others seeking vengeance for their Dark Master, but none of them had been able to find the elusive Boy-Who-Lived.
At first, people thought he had been spirited away and hidden in order to protect him from the Death Eaters still at large, but as time passed and Death Eaters were shipped off to Azkaban the boy still did not reappear.
Rumor began to arise that the boy has ascended becoming some sort of Demigod or that he was really an Angel who had returned to the Heaven after banishing He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Some claimed that he died that night, his pure soul becoming the sacrifice to counter the Dark Lord's wicked soul and in the end they killed each other.
Despite the many stories and fictions about the Boy-Who-Lived and many claiming to have seen him, the boy never made an appearance in public, not even a single picture existed. Most depictions are actually drawings that used pictures of his father as a model. The only hard fact that they had was a single lightning bolt scar on the forehead.
To be honest Hermione enjoying reading the books about Harry Potter. She actually enjoying reading a lot of books to begin with, as they were filled with tales and eloquent words that depict vivid scenes she could dive into. However, she was not that stupid, she knew most of them were only fiction despite the information.
I mean, who would believe a boy at the age of eight could bring down a group of mountain trolls?! She had seen one of them in the previous year! Face to face in fact, and definitely not one of her best experiences, so the idea of some boy able to bring such giant creature down was…ridiculous.
Then again, this was the same boy who killed a Dark Lord when he was still in his nappies, something that even Albus Dumbledore dubbed the Greatest Wizard of their Age was incapable of doing. So perhaps there was some truth to the myths. Maybe he was born with something that made him even more unique than any of his peers. Something that she hadn't read before! Every time she thought she knew something the Magical World would throw her a curve ball and she'd be dumbstruck. Not that she would ever admit it.
"Oh my God! Did you see his face?!"
"Awww he's so cute! The way he smile! Kyaa! I feel my heart beat harder just being in his presence!"
"I can't believe we're going to be taught by the Boy-Who-Lived! Kyaa! Wait until my parents hear about this! Does anyone have any parchment? I need to write this down while I bask in his presence so I can word it just write."
"Professor Lockhart and now Harry Potter! Oooohhh! This will be the best year ever!"
"Do you think he's single?"
"I don't know, there was a book that said he had rescued some princess from a small country so..."
"But he's not living with her now, right?! I mean we'll have 10 months alone with him, so it means he's single! Kyaa! I can't wait for his class!"
"Oh please! He won't look at you! He'll be looking at me!"
Despite knowing how ridiculous the conversation is, Hermione couldn't help but giggle a bit. She, like them couldn't wait for class, the idea of someone only a few months older than her teaching was amazing! He must've been some sort of genius to attain his credentials so young. Her giddiness had absolutely nothing to do with his charming smile or roguish looks. Absolutely not!
Of course, there was a large uproar after dinner as people bum rushed the Owlery in an attempt to send messages to their parents. After the declaration that Harry Potter would be teaching the lower years DADA, just about everyone who had been disappointed in not getting Lockhart became excited.
She still remembered that many students began to stand and mobbed their new professor, but anyone that got too close found an invisible wall between them and the young professor.
It was an amazing spell! To able to create invisible wall like that, with no incantation or wand movement from him, she had no idea how he had done it. Any doubts that Harry Potter wouldn't be good teacher evaporated the moment the first fangirl ran headlong into the invisible wall.
And what was wrapped on his back? A sword? An artifact? Her curiosity drove her mad as she thought about the profile of the item against those she had seen in books. While the girls were talking about his looks, the boys were mostly talking about his raven and the thing wrapped on his back wondering if he had gotten it on one of his adventures.
There were tales that said he had wrestled troll, tamed a dragon, and found a new race. After seeing what he had done so easily, she wouldn't be surprised if some of the stories were actually right.
Hermione giggled a bit, perhaps this year wouldn't be so bad after all. Seeing that he was a genius and smart like her surely he would understand her situation and could help her right?
Harry Potter hummed as he sat in his office. Tomorrow would be the first day he taught, and the class was scheduled for the morning period right before lunch with the Second Year Students. After lunch it would be First Years, and finally a class of Third Years before dinner. All in all his day was going to be packed.
To be honest, he actually did not want to be here. When Dumbledore had contacted him he had been in the middle of Paris and about to meet one of only a few Aristocrat Vampires in existence.
Really, the old man couldn't have picked a better time? If he had been late any chance for peace would've flown out the window as the Aristocrat would've taken it as an insult.
Then again, after the old man's explanation, it was no wonder he called him.
If Voldemort was on the move once more after10 years of peace, then it meant that the man had a plan to return to a physical body. Just off the top of his head he could name a dozen or so books that listed rituals capable of returning a spirit to corporeal form, albeit only temporary. Those were some of the truly darkest pieces of magic he had ever read, but for someone as amoral as Voldemort he'd have no problems gathering the necessary components. All the spirit needed to do was pick the right ritual and boom…a Physical Dark Lord once more.
He had spent years forcing himself through the most grueling training imaginable all for the sake of stopping the madman, and now it seemed the peace was slowly starting to unravel. He had heard rumors of dark creatures beginning to stir once more, and wondered how the vampires might respond now that there was an Aristocrat so close to keep an eye on them.
"What do you think Morrigan?" He asked, turning to his familiar.
The raven that was standing on her perch titled her head to her master, before she let out a small caw in response.
"Yeah, I guess it will be a while until we return to the mainland again. Shame too, I was beginning to enjoy the beaches of France." Harry nodded. "With Voldemort beginning to move it is only a matter of time before his Death Eaters begin to prepare themselves for the return of their master. Supplies will need to be acquired and alliance made in order for the Dark Army to return to full strength. We need to take this time to prepare our own forces." He muttered
"Caw. Caw."
"You're right, I can use a portkey or a portal linked to their residence, but making one won't be easy. Add the fact that it would also be risky, if I were our enemies I would set up a trap where we apparate in." Harry said with a small sigh. "So, how is it? Have you met Fawkes?"
In response, the raven let out a rather loud and long caw, she flapped her wings few times while tapping her talon.
"Oh geez, no need to be that angry. Really Morrigan, Fawkes is not that bad." Harry said rolling his eyes in exasperation. "One might say you have a crush on him by the way you act."
That actually was the wrong thing to say as Morrigan cawed loudly like woman shrieking and gripped her water bowl before flinging it towards Harry.
He ducked just in time to cast a small non-verbal spell making it float rather than hitting the ground. He already made enough noise for the night, and didn't want to draw anyone's attention.
"I'm joking." Harry chuckled at Morrigan's antics as the bird turned her back on him and let out a brooding caw. "Anyway," He started, his voice serious. "Have you taken a look at the Forbidden Forest?"
The raven let out several caws as if reporting and Harry rubbed his chin in thought after she finished.
"Interesting..." He muttered "Are you sure?" At the raven nods his brows furrowed as his face showed his displeasure. "It seems like I need to talk with Hagrid once again soon..."
Yes, a second meeting with Hagrid is in order, perhaps this weekend. For now, he needed to prepare his material for the Second Years. Truthfully, he really didn't look forward to it seeing it would mean being buried under piles of paperwork. Maybe he shouldn't assign homework.
He then pulled a paper that had been buried beneath a pack of folders, and making sure that it was his schedule began to read it.
Monday
Gryffindor/Slytherin (Second Years) 09:00 - 10:30
Ravenclaw/Hufflepuff (First Year) 10:30 - 12:00
LUNCH BREAK 12:00 - 14:00
Gryffindor/Slytherin (Third Years) 14:00 - 15:30
Ravenclaw/Hufflepuff (Second Years) 15:30 - 17:00
Tuesday
Ravenclaw/Hufflepuff (Third Year) 09:00 - 10:30
Gryffindor/Slytherin (First Years) 10:30 - 12:00
LUNCH BREAK 12:00 - 14:00
Ravenclaw/Hufflepuff (First Year) 14:00 - 15:30
*empty*
Wednesday
Ravenclaw/Hufflepuff (Second Year) 09:00 - 10:30
Gryffindor/Slytherin (Third Year) 10:30 - 12:00
LUNCH BREAK
Ravenclaw/Hufflepuff (First Year) 14:00 - 15:30
Gryffindor/Slytherin (First Year) 15:30 - 17:00
Thursday
Gryffindor/Slytherin (First Year) 09:00 - 10:30
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LUNCH BREAK
Gryffindor/Slytherin (Second Year) 14:00 - 15:30
Ravenclaw/Hufflepuff (Third Year) 15:30 - 17:00
Friday
Gryffindor/Slytherin (Second Year) 09:00 - 10:30
*empty*
LUNCH BREAK
Ravenclaw/Hufflepuff (Second Year) 14:00 - 15:30
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"This is going to be a pain in the ass isn't it?" Harry muttered aloud as he read the schedule once more. Two classes before lunch and two afterwards except for certain days where he was free and would use the time to catch up on paperwork or train. "Wonder what I should start with? This term I'm probably going to teach first years about basic hexes and jinxes. As for Second year, how to use those spells in the proper manner. For Third Year I will-"
As Harry began to planning about the material he going to teach, he couldn't help but inwardly think that this was going to be a veeeeerrrrryyyy long year.
He didn't know how right he was going to be…
Hogwarts Headmaster's Office 1981
Albus Dumbledore is many things. Savior of the World, Leader of the Light, supposed Strongest Wizard since Merlin, lover, grandfather, and maybe Demigod to a few people. However above all those grand titles, he was a man, an old one in fact.
He stared at the baby he held, he looked so small in his hands. So peaceful. So innocent. So fragile. The thought of this baby having ended Tom Riddle was ridiculous on so many levels.
And yet, he did…
Perhaps it had not been the boy, but Lily's doing. The young witch had been brilliant; she must've cast some sort of charm or powerful shield to protect her child, no doubt it must've been an experimental one she had been designing. Albus thought it was a magnificent if not costly one since it was able to repel the Killing Curse. He was sure for it to work, one life must be sacrificed and Lily had given her life for him. It was too bad that any notes that she might've had on the spell were sure to be safely hidden away.
'It's so sad... I was wishing to see how far she would go... A Muggleborn Witch like her was sure to rock Britain's Magical System.' He thought forlornly.
"Albus... What are we going to do with him?" Minerva who was standing beside him asked. The Transfiguration Mistress looked sad as well, eyes red and puffy, no doubt she had been crying over the deaths of two of her favorite students.
Indeed... What should he do?
He had no doubt that Tom would return someday in the future. Right now he was only a spirit, weak and near impossible to trace due to losing his body after being hit by his own Killing Curse.
His eyes locked on to the scar left on Harry's forehead. There was dark magic there, for someone like him, sensing it wasn't hard, and it was very advanced. Whatever it is, it must be ancient seeing as even he didn't know what kind of curse left that residue.
He however had his theories, and by God he hoped he was wrong. Harry had already lost his parents, one murdered in front of him in fact. To think such a thing would happen…
Now back to Minerva's question, what should he do?
Tom would return, and Harry would be one of his first targets. Even if Harry wasn't part of the Magical World the Dark Lord would not go unavenged, and would hunt the boy to the ends of the world.
The boy needed protection, but not just protection, he needed to be trained. To be told what kind of monster was after him. The Magical World needed their savior to be prepared to face the oncoming darkness.
For the hundredth time Albus cursed the prophecy, and yet, at same time he couln't hate it for telling him what would happen.
It was a sign of new generation…Tom was powerful, and despite being much younger had the knowledge to back up his power. He remembered his fight with the Dark Lord, their spells leveling large swaths of the village, and though he had been able to repel Tom, not even his battle against Grindelwald had drained him so much. He was getting old.
They never had a second battle like that; true they had clashed again and again in the field but only for a moment before one of them retreated. As they clashed Albus felt Tom was growing stronger and stronger with each encounter, and it would only be a short time before he found himself overwhelmed.
And when he returned, Albus was sure he would be stronger than in his prime. Nothing but a monster in the guise of a human.
'And only young Harry will able to stop him.'
If what the prophecy said is true then, Harry will be the Leader of the Next Generation of the Light, and my time is coming to a close. It's up to him to lead the people, and it is mine and us old timers to make sure that they are ready to bear that burden.
Protection will be needed for little Harry...
"Voldemort's subordinates will be after him. He will need protection." Albus said, eyes lingering to Harry for a moment before he turned to Minerva. "How went the task I gave you?"
Minerva sniffed, disdain clear in her face as her eyes turned to glare "It was horrible Albus! I had monitored that house for a few days and I can't believe what I saw! To think someone related with Lily would be that bad." She said darkly.
"Surely Petunia isn't that bad?" Albus eyebrow quirked slightly "I had gotten a letter from her once, saying that she wished to attend Hogwarts but I regretfully told her she was not able to." He still remembers the young girl, how she wished to attend Hogwarts and become a Witch, but sadly she proved only to be another mundane girl.
"Believe it or not Albus, I've seen the proof myself." Minerva replied simply with a small glare.
"I will go and talk with her. Good or not, she deserves to know what happened to Lily, she was her sister after all. I'll also ask if she's willing to take young Harry in."
Minerva was taken back as his desire to leave their savior there of all places. "Albus, do you really think it wise to leave him with them? I don't trust those muggles." Minerva said disapprovingly. "These people will never understand him! He'll be famous -a legend- I wouldn't be surprised if today was known as Harry Potter Day in the future, there will be books written about him, and every child in our world will know his name!"
"Exactly." Albus said, looking very serious over the top of his half-moon glasses. "It would be enough to turn any boy's head. Famous before he can walk and talk! Famous for something he won't even remember! Can't you see how much better off he'll be, growing up away from all that until he's ready to take it?"
Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, but changed her mind, swallowed and then said, "Yes. Yes, you're right, of course." She muttered, slightly abashed for overlooking such an obvious thing.
"And really Minerva? Must you speak of Muggles with such disdain? Do I need to worry you turned Dark?" Albus asked teasingly tone, a twinkle appear on his eyes.
"Shut it Albus." Minerva retorted, though there was no anger in her tone, then she sighed. "I've been watching them all day. You couldn't find two people who are less like us. And they've got this son, I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street, screaming for sweets! He's such rude boy!"
"And what can you expect, Minerva? He's only a child, not older than two. Do you expect he will speak with wisdom like us?"
Minerva once again only grumbled under her breath like a cat that just lost it favorite toy and Albus smiled a bit in amusement, it was conversations like these that kept him sharp.
"And what if those muggles prove to be… improper in raising Harry?" Minerva asked after calming a bit.
Albus paused at that. What Minerva asked is something that needed to be considered despite how he knew it close to impossible. Surely Petunia wouldn't dare to harm Harry?
Nonetheless, he will need to check just in case, for now they needed to rest, it had been a tiring time.
"I think you've already had a long night Minerva. You can rest now; I will take care of the rest." Albus said after moment of silence.
Minerva nodded, she really could use some rest after monitoring the Dursleys for a while. "And Harry?"
"I assure you Minerva; no harm will come to him as long he is under my protection." Albus reassured.
Minerva nodded again, apparently convinced. "Very well, good night Albus."
"Good night Minerva."
Albus stared at Minerva as she left his office, his eyes returning to young Harry asleep on his desk. He smiled kindly, his blue eyes gleaming with warmth.
"You will do great things in the future Harry... I know you will..." He muttered.
It had been a long night, perhaps he could use some rest as well. He would visit Petunia and her husband tomorrow morning.
Yep! Another chapter come! Sorry for the time! I actually had done it few days ago but it needed to be beta edited.
Like I said before, this universe will be different, it will be AU. The branch of the magics itself also will be many, not limited to only HPverse, there will be another magic
And the Three Unforgivable will be different, make no mistake, I found those three spells actually too overkill so a change will be make for them. How they work will be explained when Harry confront one of them of course
Vampire, I sure few of you notice it that they will be different in here. I already set which Vampire I will use for this fic.
I hope you all satisfied with how teachers and students reaction about finding Harry teaching. Next chapter will be focused on how Harry teach the class!
And please noted that just because I write from Hermione point doesn't mean I will pair her with Harry. I still not decided pairing for this story so you all can close your mouth that ready to protest and give suggestion instead
Anyway! This is it for now I guess, I hope you love this chapter! Please Favorite, Follow, and Review
Ja Ne! XD