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Question: have any of you ever watched avpm/s/sy?
The next morning was that of Harry's first lesson. He got up and transfigured his old shabby clothes into smart robes. He then walked down to the Great Hall and took his place at the long table that was reserved for the Professors. Harry took a long gulp of Pumpkin juice and had some toast, only glancing over the days Daily Prophet before getting up again and seeking out Dumbledore.
The resentment he felt for this old man made him very guarded around him, he always kept his wand within reach and his Occlumency shields up. He knew that Dumbledore was strong enough to knock down his walls any day but he hoped that he could at least hold him off long enough to knock him on his ass. Harry could easily tell that Dumbledore would manipulate anything and everything around him to get to what he wanted and he would stop at nothing, including harming a mysterious new teacher that would in future kill the darkest Wizard in hundreds of years.
Harry also knew the meaning behind 'The Greater Good', the passage of Rita Skeeters book not far from the front of his mind. 'yes we have been given power, and yes, that power gives us the right to rule, but it also gives us responsibilities over the ruled. We must stress this point; it will be the foundation stone upon which we build. Where we are opposed, as we surely will be, this will be the basis of all our counter-arguments. We must seize control FOR THE GREATER GOOD' Harry remembered it like it was the scar on the back of his hand. He remembered how let down he had felt that Dumbledore was working against Muggles and with a man that was almost as dark as Voldemort himself.
Yes, Harry had not forgotten about Voldemort, in fact, being in the past perhaps made him wearier than he was during those dreaded months he spent in a tent hiding from him. But of course, Voldemort had no idea about Harry and the threat that he would pose to him in the future, and as Harry thought more about it, he remembered that the prophecy had not even been made yet and even some of the Horcruxes would not have been made. 'This may make it even harder' thought Harry, because if some of the Horcruxes had not been made then some of them would not be in the places that Harry had found them in the future. This meant that he was almost starting from scratch with killing Voldemort; of course it may be easier to knock off some of the Horcruxes now, before Dumbles finds out. Harry decided to plan it later, when he had some free time.
Dumbledore walked up to Harry and tapped him swiftly, effectively waking him from his thoughts. As soon as he came within a metre range of Harry, he felt a probe start to try and force its way into his mind. Harry was ready for this however and shoved him back out again. Dumbledore stumbled backwards and gave Harry an appraised look.
'So Sir, can I please have my timetable now' said Harry, Dumbledore, who still looked more than a little confused replied;
'Yes my dear boy, but may I enquire as to your stupendous mind skills?'
'No, you may not, good day Sir.'
Harry briskly took his timetable and brushed past Dumbledore and out of the Great Hall. He then made his way up to the Defence against the Dark Arts Classroom and took his place behind the desk. He waited for the class of second years to arrive for their first lesson. After a few minutes the second years started to pour in and take their seats. All of them took a while to stop staring at Harry and quieten down. They then looked at Harry expectantly and he started the lesson.
'Alright, today I will be teaching you all about Cornish Pixies and how to properly get rid of them, but first are there any questions about me?'
'Um Sir, Professor Thomas, how old are you?' Piped a girl at the back of the class who was wearing Hufflepuff robes.
'First things first, call me Harry, I don't like being called by my surname, and second I have just turned 18.'
'Mr… Harry, why do you have that scar?'
'Good question Mr …'
'Finnegan sir.'
'Yes, I was hit with a very dark curse when I was a baby and it created this scar, it has been there ever since.'
Harry then started the lesson and thankfully, it was not as disastrous as the one in his second year, and he actually managed to teach the children something other than how to hit a Cornish Pixie with a book.
The rest of the day passed without fault and Harry settled down to bed, the usual thoughts plagued him on how people in the future were and what they thought had happened to him. Yet, he managed to go to sleep.
'Ron, where do you think that Harry is?' Hermione asked.
'I don't have a bloody clue, now shut up.'
Hermione turned away to hide her tears. 'The boy-who-lived gone for good?' Shone out at her from the Daily Prophet on the bed next to her.
'Don't bother about him Hermione, you have me, and he is probably biding his time trying to get more attention by staying away.'
'Don't say that Ron, you and I both know that Harry doesn't like the spotlight.'
'Doesn't like the spotlight.' Guffawed Ron, 'yeah right.'
Wednesday was Harry's first lesson with the seventh years and he was excited yet scared, would his parents recognise him? Of course they wouldn't he reasoned with himself, they don't even know that they are going to have a child yet. He couldn't stop himself hoping that they would know that he was their son though. He walked into the classroom with purpose and sat behind his desk looking out over the class which held his Mother, Father, Sirius, Peter and Remus. As he did with all of his lessons, he introduced himself, but this time he added an extra bit on;
'For any of you that should need it, you know where my office is, I am always free to talk and offer advice for you, I know how you feel and can help you get through this year.'
Several of the students nodded and the rest mainly looked confused as to why he was making them this offer. As usual, after that, Harry asked if they had any questions for him.
'Harry, may I ask if you have a middle name?'
'Yes Miss Smith, it is James.' Harry then smiled sadly to himself.
'Do you like pranks?'
'Yes Mr Black I do, what about you?' Harry asked although he knew the answer. Sirius and the other Marauders just chuckled and shared dark glances between them. Lily then threw up her hand, reminding Harry of Hermione in their first ever potions lesson all those years ago.
'Miss Evans?'
'Do you know anything about Vo..Voldemort?' Ripples of shock passed through the classroom, but Harry gave his mother a proud look and answered;
'Yes, I do. I know all about the havoc he has caused, the people he has killed and the families he has wrecked. Due to this bravery displayed today by Miss Evans, our first activity is to say Voldemort's name with no fear, remember, fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself. Now everybody… Voldemort.'
Slowly the class joined in, and after a good twenty minutes, most of the class were saying Voldemort with no fear whatsoever, the few that couldn't included Peter Pettigrew, a Hufflepuff and Daisy Parkinson who refused to say 'the Dark Lords name.' For homework Harry told them all to say it 25 times, he also told them that the password to his office would be Voldemort for the next week if they needed him.
He went to the great hall that night expecting to have a normal dinner and to gorge himself on treacle tart. However, halfway through his meal there was another prod at his defences, this time coming from the Slytherin table, he looked over to see Severus Snape looking in his direction. He was amazed by the force of the attack and had to cast a sneaky transfiguration spell under the table at Snape to stop it. After Snape's robes had turned orange and his hair pink, there was much commotion in the hall and thankfully Snape immediately ceased. McGonagall summoned the Marauders out into the Entrance Hall; Harry followed her out and insisted that he deal with them. Reluctantly, McGonagall left him to it and returned to deal with Snape.
'Right, I know you didn't do it so you are free to go back to your dorms, if McGonagall asks though, I told you off ok?'
'Ok, wait, Harry how do you know we didn't do it? Who was it?'
'Me, off you go.'
After receiving some strange looks, the Marauders and Harry peacefully went to bed. Harry looked at the picture of him and Hermione before the first task that he had next to his bed and wished that she was there with him.
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