Potterverse - not mine, but I love it like it was my own. Hey, so how's this for not waiting too long for another update? I'm on a roll! ...erm, right. Anyway, just gonna throw another disclaimer out there - I wasn't alive during the 70s so there's bound to be some inaccuracies. Cheers. But like, just go with it, yeah? Also, I'd like to take this time to thank everyone who's reviewed, read, followed, favorited and all those other shenanigans. Really, I'm glad you're here, because you're awesome. Now, here's the update. Enjoy!


Harry stood in the familiar classroom that housed the Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons. For the first time he was glad that the teaching position was cursed, it made it easy for Dumbledore to give him a job. Harry just hoped nothing too bad happened to him. He sighed though, as he wrote his new name on the chalkboard just in case any of the students had forgotten. Harry was disappointed in himself. He had thousands, probably millions of names to choose from but when the introduction in the Great Hall happened he had panicked. Badly. 'Professor Rumbleroar' was written a little sloppily but legible in big letters. Silence had greeted him when he announced his name to all the students – new and returning - and he was pretty sure it was because his fake name sounded like he played that stupid Muggle name game with Dumbledore's name to come up with his own.

It was his first day and with it his first class which consisted of fifth years from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. He had a decent first day planned, it was a standard introduction then overview of the course and then….well, he hoped to Merlin that covered the entire time they were in his class. He'd never planned a lesson before. Harry figured he'd get the hang of it by the second week.

He was sitting on his desk swinging his legs slightly as he twirled his wand around his fingers when the students walked in curiously staring at him as they picked out their seats. None of them were too sure of their new professor. Harry was playing it cool until his eyes landed on a Hufflepuff sat halfway towards the back and near the center. His fingers paused so suddenly that his wand went flying from his fingers and across the room hitting the dusty skeleton that was set up in the corner. She might've had some baby fat lingering on her and a few spots on her face but those bright apple green eyes and obvious Hufflepuff house pride socks were unmistakable. Hero Cummings was in his first class of the day. Harry's mind went blank.

And that was how the first two minutes of Harry Potter's first class he taught at Hogwarts was spent. Stunned and staring at one of his students who just smiled back because she really didn't know what else to do and he didn't really seem like that much of a creeper. Harry was pulled back to the present – or, well, past depending on how you looked at it. Mostly it just gave Harry a headache thinking about it – by an impatient Ravenclaw coughing awkwardly to get on with class. He really enjoyed learning. Harry jumped off his desk and clapped his hands together,

"Alright, welcome to Defense Against the Dark Arts!" He welcomed only to have his students stare blankly back at him. "Right, er, my name's H—Professor Rumbleroar." He pointed to the chalkboard which only earned more blank stares.

"Which is what you'll call me...unless you're feeling sassy then Cobra Commander will work just fine." Harry laughed nervously. No one else laughed. Though one student's particularly familiar apple green eyes lit up with an extra sparkle as she sat up a little straighter. It was in that moment that fifteen-year-old Hero Cummings couldn't help but think how cool her new professor was to come up with such a bad ass nickname. She was going to enjoy this class, she could tell.