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Chapter 4 - Professor Potter

Ten years after the death of Voldemort, Dumbledore finally met his vanquisher.

"So, you came back to kill Voldemort, and then planned to return to your own time?" asked Professor Dumbledore.

"Yes, that was the plan," said the Boy-Who-Lived-Twice, "But I accidentally destroyed the time turner. It was a one of a kind thing, with a charm that would take us back a lot further, before returning us to our own time. Don't ask me to explain it, but the Unspeakables knew how it all worked. They offered it to us, because I was the one prophesied to defeat Voldemort, but they weren't sure what would happen on the return trip.

"Voldemort and his followers murdered so many of the wizarding population, and Merlin knows how many muggles. Even with all the risk involved, we felt we had to try anything to change that."

"You mean you had to," huffed Ginny, "I had to come and make sure you didn't get yourself killed...or stuck in the past!"

Ignoring Ginny's comment, Dumbledore continued on, "So, with no idea what would happen to you, you risked it all to save the lives of others. That is a remarkably heroic and selfless act, Mr. Potter, and far more than it would take for me to define a great wizard." With a twinkle in his eyes, he smiled at the young couple before him, "Now, since I'm sure you didn't come simply for a lemon sherbet and to tell a tale to this old wizard, how can I help you with your predicament?"

"I knew you would help," replied the Boy-Who-Lived-Twice with a grin. "I don't need much, really, just that Defence position that's open.

"Isn't that dangerous with your younger selves around?"

"We have to keep an eye on little Harry," said Ginny, "Even if he's twice as lucky as last time, we're still in for mayhem, destruction, regular hospital visits and at least one plan for world domination.

Dumbledore chuckled, "Sounds like we'll need you around, Professor Potter. Although, I do hope that two of you around won't compound that bad luck. Miss Weasley will have to stay around and keep an eye on you both then, I believe."

"Oh thank you, Professor Dumbledore!" Ginny exclaimed, "I was worried I'd have to stay in Hogsmeade...who knows what trouble they'd get up to."

"Let's give a warm welcome to Professor Potter!" announced Albus Dumbledore.

As the other students applauded, Harry stared in dumb shock.

"Po-Potter? Did he say Potter?"

"What's wrong, Harry?" asked Daphne, "Do you know him?"

"My last name is Potter...and Dad said we're the only magical Potters in Britain, I don't have any cousins or uncles...so who is that?" asked Harry, pointing to the professor.

"I suppose you could ask him, Hermione suggested, "When we have a class with him."

"Yeah, I guess so," replied Harry distractedly, as Dumbledore motioned for the feast to begin. "What a start...sorted into Slytherin, complete change of friends, and a Potter for a professor," by the end he was smirking mischievously, "This could be a good year to make some trouble!"

"I'm certain he wouldn't give you special treatment just because of your last name, Harry. Teachers can't be biased, that would be unprofessional!"

Every Slytherin in hearing range burst into laughter. "Welcome to Hogwarts," said one of the nearby students, "Where everything's made up, and the points don't matter," and with that they were a part of the group. Other first years introduced themselves: "Pansy Parkinson," "Blaise," "Nott, Theodore, but you can call me Theo," and some older students, "Flint, Marcus". Lastly was the greeting of a blond fellow first year.

"Hello, Potter. The name's Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. It's good to see that you were sorted into a house that befits your blood. I do hope that we can become...friends," drawled the boy. Harry shook the proffered hand, mumbling some diplomatic reply. When the boy had turned away, he rolled his eyes at Hermione.

The rest of the dinner passed with students talking and getting to know one another. For all the pomp in Draco's introduction, he was a friendly boy, if a bit stuck up. When the dinner was over, the plates disappeared and the headmaster stood once more.

"I trust you had a delightful meal, and got to know your new housemates. Now it's time for rest, ready for that exciting first day of classes. Prefects, if you would be so kind as to show the first years to their dorms. Thank you, good night, and don't let the flobberworms bite."

"What a strange man," commented Daphne as they were led in the opposite direction to the other houses. The first year Slytherins followed their prefects down into the dungeons, which were colder and darker than the rest of the castle.

"The Slytherin dungeons are well hidden down here," explained one of the prefects, who had introduced herself as Donna Fairweather, "Because Salazar Slytherin wanted his students to be free of distractions from the idiots in the other houses, and more easily achieve greatness."

The first years were led through twisting and turning corridors; it was easy to see they could get lost along the way without a guide. Eventually stopping at a corner beside a disturbing statue of a man standing atop the backs of two prostrated others, they had apparently reached their destination.

"Here we are," remarked the other prefect, Gregory Bonham, "The password is Glory." When he said the last word, the standing statue became animated and stepped aside. A section of the wall behind the statue began to open. The opening was the right size for two to walk abreast, but was set slightly off the ground, so that the Slytherin students would have to step on the prostrated statues' backs to enter.

"Come on up, but mind the step!" laughed Gregory. The students filtered through the entrance, most gingerly stepping on the backs. Malfoy, it seemed, had to make a statement. He casually stepped up, turning atop the statues to face the stragglers. "I could get used to this treatment. Come on, they won't bite!" As he said the last part, the two statues moved in opposite directions, making him fall in a heap. He quickly got up and, trying to save himself further humiliation, scrambled up when the statues returned.

The last of the students filed in, making sure not to linger on the statues. Donna the prefect asked the first years, "Is that everyone?"

THUMP came a sound from behind them. The last person to enter, Harry had leapt over the statues and into the common room, only to land face first on the floor. Draco laughed at Harry's antics, conveniently forgetting his earlier mishap.

"I can just tell those two are going to be good friends," remarked Hermione, "Either that, or mortal enemies."

Harry got to his feet with a sheepish grin on his face, ignoring the laughter from Draco, and now Hermione and Daphne.

"Oops..."

"These two boys have just proved why we have these," he pointed to a golden plaque mounted by the entrance. "These are quotes by Salazar Slytherin, to guide you in how to act as a proper Slytherin."

The students gathered around the plaque to see what it said. Inscribed on the plaque was a simple message:

Arrogance is the biggest obstacle to greatness,

But do not be humble either.

"You'll find more of these around the common room and dorms. They're good advice for the most part," commented Gregory, "Now, boys, follow me to your dorms; girls, Donna's your guide."

Harry, after saying goodbye to Hermione and Daphne, followed with the rest of the boys. On the way through, he took a look around the common rooms. It was a dark but comfortable place, lit by small green fires and populated with many chairs, couches and desks.

The dorms were even further underground than the common rooms. A set of stairs led to the right for the boys, and left for the girls. The boys passed by six doors, before reaching theirs at the bottom. Inside was a room that had a simple green-themed bed, chair and desk for each of them.

"It's a bit plain, isn't it?" asked Draco snobbishly.

"You can make it as comfortable or extravagant as you'd like," said Gregory, "How you do it is up to you."

"We can? Sounds like a challenge," grinned Harry.

"I'll have my space looking much better than yours, Potter," sniffed Draco, "In less than a week, even."

"You're on!" Harry replied, offering his hand, "We'll see who has the better stuff in a week." Malfoy shook his hand with an arrogant smirk.

The Slytherin boys bid each other good night, and retired to their beds. Most fell asleep as soon as head touched pillow, but two boys lay awake for a time, each silently plotting against the other.