"Welcome back," Harry greeted the class as they all stood before him after lunch. "Yesterday we reviewed the mental aspect of being a shinobi and this morning we focused on the more physical side as part of your evaluation. This afternoon will be a focus on the combination of the two. The first rule to fighting is that there will always be someone that is better than you. Whether they will be stronger, faster, smarter, whatever, someone will always be able to beat you in a straight fight. This is why the first tenant of being a Konoha shinobi is so vital: Teamwork. Other nations rely on one's own strength and only coming together if the situation demands it. That is why Konoha has withstood three wars and come out on top in each one.

"But, what are you to do if you are without teammates and know that you are about to face a stronger opponent. There is no shame in running away and living to fight another day of course, but that is not always an option. So, if you have a chance, prepare your battlefield. All sorts of traps can be made with a minimum amount of time and effort, and while it is not likely that you will catch your opponent in any trap you make, a distraction is sometimes all anybody needs. This will be our first point in this afternoon's discussion. Of course, we can't cover everything about traps in a day, so I will be coming back to this. That means, pay attention."

"But Sensei, aren't traps dishonorable? Why would we use something like that?"

Harry snorted, but didn't immediately brush off his student's concerns. It wasn't so long ago that he had been arguing with Remus about using something more dangerous than simple disarming spells. "If you want to live a life full of honor and integrity, then you need to speak with a samurai. You have chosen to become a shinobi and while outside of missions you can be whatever you want to be, when it comes down to it, you need to be able to do things that wouldn't sit well with normal people. You are their shield against the darkness and sometimes you must fight fire with fire."

Harry sighed as once again the class was left contemplative. He hadn't meant to make the kids think so much in his first few days, but they asked questions and he wasn't going to simply brush them off. He was a teacher for Merlin's sake.

"Naruto get up here," Harry called and the entire class was surprised that Naruto was actually called upon by the teacher. "Naruto here seems to have a knack for the basic traps and so he will demonstrate the construction while I explain."

As Harry led the class and pointed out just how Naruto made his traps, and helped him get rid of excess materials, he felt that the young boy was the embodiment of the true Marauder's spirit. There was the fun loving child that could only be Sirius Black, as the man that Harry had come to look at as a father figure had never outgrown his love for fun. The way his pranks were set up in such a way that only his targets were actually hit was pure Remus. Sirius had admitted before his death that they had crossed the line a few times and it was only because of Remus that they hadn't hurt someone they weren't targeting. The charisma that Naruto displayed at such a young age reminded Harry of the stories of his father. He had no doubt that when Naruto grew out of his immaturity, people would look at him for many things.

The class was surprised when Harry released them all for the day as they had been so engrossed in the lecture, more Naruto's skill than Harry's explanation. He didn't blame them though as he too was surprised with Naruto's knowledge of traps and his skill at combining them to cover the weaknesses. Harry had expected a half hour lecture for the first day, an hour tops, but Naruto kept coming with different traps and he was not about to stop the boy. If Naruto could apply the same tenacity to all his lessons, there was no stopping him.

Harry nodded to the parents that had come to pick up their kids and even exchanged polite smiles with the friendlier of the clan heads. The civilian parents were quick to pick up their child and leave, not used to even remotely interacting with the shinobi. Harry felt that this wasn't the best thing to happen as a population divided from their military was never any good. The people in Konoha were only lucky that they had had idealists for their Hokage so far. After all, no matter how you dressed it up, the Hidden Villages were a military dictatorship and he was just happy that he had ended up in Konoha.

Harry walked back into his room to jot down the remaining notes that needed to be taken today. Being trained since the age of five to become child soldiers he had expected them to be much farther along. The child soldier bit was something that he was still uncomfortable with as it reminded him too much of his childhood, but was placated by the fact that they at least had the choice and would be trained properly. Just as he set to write, Harry felt a presence behind him and before he could do anything, a pair of slim hands covered his eyes.

"Guess who?" The feminine voice asked, and Harry sighed in fond exasperation. He knew that he wouldn't get away with this big of an event for long, but he simply hadn't wanted to spread the news until it was too late for them to complain. They liked their traditions and the 33% was something they enjoyed scaring the genin hopeful with.

"Well let's see, I don't feel threatened in anyway so you aren't Anko or Kurenai. It wasn't delivered in a flirty tone so I doubt it's Hana. So I have to guess that it is Yugao and she's trying to get some on the side without Hayate knowing once again." For his efforts, the hands were removed and one connected to the back of his head with a small huff and chuckle.

Yugao moved from behind Harry and plopped herself on his desk, just avoiding the papers that he had been organizing. Yugao was the second individual that Harry had officially met when he arrived as Hiruzen had assigned her to be his guide for the first few weeks he was in the village. It wasn't hard for the two to get along and that was made even easier when Harry had come up with a cure for Hayate's chronic cough thanks to him arriving to Konoha with all of his magical books. Through Yugao, he was introduced to the other Ice Queens of the village and was now one of the few males that got along relatively well with all of them. Anko was a little too close to snakes for him to be entirely comfortable with.

"Why didn't you tell us you got selected Harry?" She pouted at her friend. As soon as she said this however, she chuckled sheepishly, "Oh yeah, forget I said something." Kurenai would be all over the place with Harry's new position. She wanted to be a teacher badly, but since her brief attempt with Yakumo had shaken her badly. The ravenette would most likely split her time between encouraging Harry and trying to help, to breaking down and worrying for Harry's sanity.

Anko most likely wouldn't care, though if she heard about his idea to bring in specialist from around the village there was no doubt that she would volunteer. There would be no greater pleasure for her than the chance to scare little children. Hana would just see it as another chance to flirt with Harry and as it was only slightly serious on both sides, she would use it to scare Kiba. Yugao herself was simply glad her friend had found something to do that he looked that he truly enjoyed.

"Anyways, why are you here Yugao?" Harry asked. "It's not like you don't know where I live, so you could have simply dropped by later."

"Well there's two reasons actually. One, I'm on rotation tonight so I don't have that much time and two, all the girls found out thanks to Hana. I was the representative picked to drag you to our regular meeting place. So, hop to it!" She laughed and frog marched the male with rolling eyes out of his office.

Harry was led to the small little teashop that was a very popular stop for the shinobi population. It helped that they prepared all of the consumables in an open kitchen in the middle of the store that allowed the paranoid shinobi to watch their food and drinks prepared. The rest of the Ice Queens were in their regular booth with the unlucky chunins having to fill the closest tables to the lady. None of the girls were liable to bite someone's head off, but the label had been applied during many of their girl's nights out and it kept most away from them so they didn't discourage the rumors. Though their personalities did take a hit when they saw Harry.

"So when were you going to tell us Harry?" Hana asked after he had ordered.

"Probably this weekend," He shrugged unconcerned with their pouts and slight glares. "I wanted to at least establish where the class was before I was questioned by all who knew me." Here he acted like the mature adult he was and stuck his tongue out at the women who grudgingly had to acknowledge his point. Kurenai especially as she was applying once again to be a jonin teacher.

"Fine," Kurenai relented, "How are your students?"

"I'm not impressed," Harry sighed as his tea was placed in front of him. "Granted, I've never gone through the progressions that all of you have gone through and the only interactions with the genin squads were when I moved in, but I expected them to be farther. Hardly anybody could hit the target with kunai and shuriken from five yards away and none of the girls could sink their weapons in more than half an inch. They actually have taken up dieting," He whispered and then cringed backwards.

The four women in front of him were some of the most noticeable kunochi and of the shinobi, they were some of the best. Unfortunately, they were women in a man's profession so they had to train twice as hard and twice as long to gain the recognition that they had. Something that harmed their reputation like fangirls or dieting while training was sure to get them hot. It was a calculated risk and he may come under fire as well, but those four would probably be his strongest allies in breaking that damaging habit. Plus, he planned on running the girls to the ground. If the two fronts didn't break them of dieting, then there would be no hope for the girls and he would drop them from the program.

"And what about the boys?" Yugao managed to ask once tempers cooled a little.

"They aren't much better," Harry stated with slight sadness. "Sasuke is the best, as was expected, but his personality and way of thinking is so off putting that I wouldn't feel confident in giving him a shinobi license. There is potential, but at the moment they are just playing at being shinobi. I don't mind that, but I certainly wouldn't want them to be actual shinobi."

Harry sighed as he closed his door behind him later that night. The meeting with his friends had extended until Yugao had been required to leave and by then, Harry had not been willing to cook. Of course, a night out with shinobi wasn't complete without a few drinks however and while he had the same constitution as those that used chakra daily, he had probably indulged a little too much. For a moment he allowed his eyes to wander the paintings he had made in the two years he had been in Konoha. While he didn't regret coming to live in Konoha, there were times and people that Harry truly missed. He couldn't help but to sigh as to just how he had arrived in the village.

- Sensei Potter -

Harry looked around the dreary house once more, making sure that the last of the truly dark objects were gone. It wasn't a bad house after the removal of the horrifyingly cursed objects that the Blacks had accumulated over the year. With a bit of effort, the house might actually become nice, but that was for the new owners, the Malfoy's. He had wanted to just demolish the house, but as one of the two remaining Blacks, Narcissa had been afforded the opportunity to buy it from Harry. After he had offered it to Andromeda of course.

A knock on the door attracted Harry's attention and he was rather confused about the interruption. All of his friends knew that he was moving out today and Narcissa was not supposed to arrive until tomorrow. Cautiously he opened the door and was greeted with the sight of two very drunk individuals. Draco Malfoy and Ron Weasley were leaning heavily on one another and idly he noticed that they seemed to have far steadier aims inebriated rather than sober.

"What can I do for you?" Harry asked, fingering the chain on his neck that held most of his possessions and ready to apparate immediately.

"You ruined our lives Potter," Weasley slurred hatefully.

"Yeah Potter," Malfoy agreed. "I was supposed to be rich!"

"Rich!" Ron chimed in.

"Right then," Harry sighed, taking a step back. "You two are so obviously drunk it isn't funny. Ron, Hermione is going to kill you when she hears you were out drinking once again. Draco, I don't even want to know what your mother would do to you. I'm leaving now."

With that said, Harry spun on the spot with the intent to apparate and leave the two idiots to fend for themselves, but his Potter luck came into effect once more. Just as he was turning, Draco and Ron were able to send off their spells. That unique combination of magic had some rather unforeseen side effects, and the rest as they say is history.

A/N: So I didn't want to focus completely on classwork, so I added this chapter. I'm not entirely sure how Harry will interact with the rest of Konoha, but seeing as how these four women were pretty much the only ones mentioned that would currently be in Konoha, I felt Harry should be familiar with the ladies. Once again, any lesson suggestions are welcome and if you want to see a specific interaction with someone in the village, let me know.

Also, I am not trying to make the Konoha 9 appear weak as I have mentioned that some points have them more advance than Harry expected. They'll be at the level of the chunin exams once they graduate most likely and that's when everybody seemed to pick up anyways.