Time Warp
By:JamesPotterIsMine
Chapter 2
Harry smiled as he followed Dumbledore into his all too familiar office, remembering the many times he had stepped into the room. Everything was exactly the same as before, his huge oak wood desk was placed in front of a beautiful stained glass window which formed the school's emblem, a shield and each houses animal, from Gryffindor's lion to Slytherin's snake. On the far right wall were the numerous snoring paintings of famous witches and wizards, leaning against their frames or snuggled up in their high back red cushioned chairs. Fawkes the ruby colored Phoenix swooped down onto Harry's shoulder, surprising Dumbledore greatly.
"He doesn't normally like to be around new people, thinks that they're untrustworthy. Curious..." Dumbledore murmured, taking a seat in his own high back crimson as Fawkes crooned happily into Harry's ear.
"Take a seat Mr. Port." Harry moved towards the chair that was placed in front of Dumbledore's desk, the garnet bird swaying on his shoulder. As Harry took his respected seat before Dumbledore, he truly noticed what he was getting into. 'Why did I ask about a teaching position?' Harry thought frantically. 'See, this is exactly what Sirius what talking about. Think before you speak! I don't even know how to teach let alone figuring out where I am!' and as these angry thoughts buzzed around his head, Professor Dumbledore began to pull a stack of form papers out from a metal filing cabinet that Harry hadn't noticed, being so caught up in his own thoughts.
"So," Dumbledore said loudly, snapping Harry out of his own thoughts. "Mr. Port, what is your first name?"
"Harry, sir." Harry said truthfully. Dumbledore smiled as he dipped his quill in a small bottle of dark plum ink and in curling letters began to fill in the form.
"How old are you?"
"Just turned eighteen, sir." There was no point in lying about this either, he didn't look that much older then the seventh year students. Dumbledore raised his eyebrows to this, but noted it all the same.
"How much experience do you have when it comes to teaching, especially in the Defense Against the Dark Arts area?" Harry paused for a moment before replying.
"To be completely honest, I'm not that much of a teacher. Unless you count the time that I taught twenty or so students from all ages during my fifth year, it was an illegal Defense Against the Dark Arts Club. As for how much I know about the Defense area, these scars speak for themselves!"
Dumbledore chuckled before passing the scroll and quill to Harry and saying good heartedly,
"Please sign this Mr. Port, it will allow you to take the application test to see if you know the subject well enough." Harry grinned as he quickly scribbled his signature.
"Thank you," Dumbledore beamed, retrieving the paper and exchanging it for three or four two foot scrolls.
"These are the teacher tests for the Defense position, you have an hour to complete this little quiz. Any questions?"
"Yes, one. What is your definition of 'little quiz'?" Harry mumbled, unfurling one of the scrolls and glancing at some of the questions. Dumbledore chuckled as he stood up and passed Harry a quill and dark ivy ink.
"You have an uncanny resemblance of one of my students, James Potter is his name. Looks and talks just like you!"
"J-James Potter you say?" Harry stuttered, 'No, I couldn't possibly-'
"Why yes! Leader of a group that I believe call themselves the Marauders. Quite the trouble makers!" 'Traveled back in time!' Harry forced a smile, finally noticing what had happened to him.
"Well, I shall not delay you any longer!" And with a toothy grin and a swish of a robe, he strode out of the room and down the winding spiral staircase. Harry stared at the highly polished oak door, deep in thought. And shock. 'My dad is alive! I must have traveled back to when my parents were at Hogwarts. I wonder what year they're in...' Harry absentmindedly dipped the phoenix quill Dumbledore had given him into the emerald green ink and read the first roll of parchment.
Defense Against The Dark Arts
Teachers Quiz
Name the disarming spell:
Name the three unforgivable curses:
What is the name most feared shape shifting creature known?
4) What is...
Harry smiled as he jotted the answers down quickly, memories flooding back from his own years at Hogwarts, pushing the thoughts of his parents to the back of his head. Leaning back in the chair, Harry scribbled down the answer to the last question, curled up the scroll and pulled the second one towards him. 'If teaching is as easy as this, I'll have no problems at all!' Harry thought happily, his quill scratching on the tan parchment.
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Everyone in the Order of the Phoenix Headquarters were dead silent, unsure what to do. Sirius was quietly standing in the corner of the kitchen, his head bowed and a pained expression on his face. Ginny and Hermione were leaning against each other, crying silent tears together.