A.N: Hey, I know I sound like a broken record but thanks for all of the reviews, favourite's and follows, they really do keep me writing! This is more of a filler chapter but I hope that you enjoy it!
Warning: Stronger language than the past 2 chapter but not that bad :D
The next few days passed in a flash for Harry as he was settling into his new job. He found it refreshing that he was teaching and protecting the people who had died before, and he was giving them more chance to save themselves from Voldemort and the Death Eaters. He particularly liked teaching his Mum, Dad, Sirius and Remus. They were all a lot better than he had thought they would be, James had already mastered the Patronous and Lily was very close; Harry was finding it quite un-nerving that he was now starting to think of his parents by their first names. This, he supposed was because they weren't parents to him at all, for they were a lot more immature than him. In fact, Harry found it almost infuriating because he had always had an immaculate vision of his parents that they were definitely not living up to. This was only because they were constantly worrying about petty things instead of him and he was indescribably jealous.
He did not know what he was expecting when he signed up for the post, but it was very different from what he was experiencing. The whole student body were very much ignorant to the news of Voldemort and the effect that he would most probably have on their family in the near future. It frustrated Harry to no end that his efforts to educate them to the danger that Voldemort no doubt posed upon them were unsuccessful, and most of the students positively refused to believe that the man that would murder their friends and family was an immediate threat. Also that learning to defend themselves was their best hope at keeping their lives, but unfortunately even some of the teachers were choosing to ignore the threat. Harry was astounded.
Despite all of this resistance to his teaching, Harry was enjoying his post and would not have traded it for anything 'except Hermione' Harry thought to himself. Every night, he was still looking at the picture of the two of them and wishing with all of his might that she would come to him. He knew now that she must have realised that Ron was a git that would only hurt her and that he, Harry, would never down-grade her for her knowledge and eagerness to learn. He would have taken it as a nice change, to put in more effort to learn about his predicament for he was constantly in the dark.
He still didn't have the slightest clue on how long he would have to stay in the past. He could just imagine himself being a middle aged teacher when the future him came to Hogwarts, he saw no Quirrel and no Lockhart. However that was not going to happen because of the curse on the… 'SHIT' Harry thought- if he was stuck here for more than a year then what was he supposed to do? 'Cross that bridge when you come to it' popped in his head and he shook his head and carried on to his classroom. He had finally gotten round to properly decorating. He got rid of the huge blinds that were always drawn in his 5th and 6th years. He then expanded the windows so that he could clearly see the Quidditch Pitch and put some posters up around the wall. These posters, unlike the grotesque ones that Snape had put up, showed how to recognise certain Dark Spells.
Harry still remembered Hermione giving some like these to him in their 5th year to look at over the summer. He had never got around to them after the untimely death of Sirius and they had joined the junk at the bottom of his trunk. These newer posters didn't have the numerous scratches and rips that Harry's undoubtedly did, and they showed more spells and details on how to protect ones-self from these lethal curses. He felt that the students could learn a lot off of these, and most of his lessons were going around the room, looking at and learning various counter-curses to some of the Death Eater's favourites. These included Serpentsorpia and Sectumsempra, which were frequently used in Harry's time and resorted in some serious injuries, including the loss of George Weasley's ear.
Soon enough, Harry decided that his least favourite part of teaching was definitely the marking. This gave him even more reason for not giving long essays out, for it all just came back around to give him more work. This was another reason why he was so many students best teacher, because the usual homework now was research that they could use in the next lesson.
Two weeks into the school term, Harry got a surprise. There was a knock on his office door. He opened it to see one of his seventh year Hufflepuff girls, sobs wracking her body. He helped her in and sat her down on one of his largest and most comfortable armchairs. He pulled up another chair opposite her and looked her straight in the eye.
'Susanna, what's wrong?' This seemed to be the wrong thing to say, as the girl just started sobbing harder. Seeing no other option Harry bought her into his arms and held her tight until her sobs had died down and she was snivelling into his chest. He then sat her back down and asked the question again, this time receiving an answer;
'Can I tell you the whole story please Harry?'
'Of course, I have nothing better to do, start from the very beginning.'
'Well, you know that Robert Wood and I have been going out for a while now?' Harry nodded and encouraged Susanna to continue, 'one night we…' she paused.
'Don't need the details, I understand' Harry intervened to save un-needed awkwardness.
'I don't know what happened but I started throwing up yesterday and I think I am p-p-pregnant.' At this Susanna again broke down into sobs, and again, Harry comforted her until she pulled herself together.
'The only thing I can think to ask you is: Have you told Robert?'
'N-no' Susanna sniffed and Harry passed her a tissue.
'The best plan of action is to tell him and to see what he has to say about it. He is of course the father so he will have to deal with the consequences of his actions. Listen to me, you need to see this as a challenge that you will overcome and you need to see the positives of this.'
'Th-thanks Harry, I am going to go and tell Rob n-now' It was obvious that she had not completely recovered from her crying fit as she had tear streaks down her face and red eyes and nose. However, seeing that it was the best course of action, Harry gave her one last hug and sent her on her way.
He sighed and thought about how much easier that would have been with Hermione there, he didn't know how girls needed to be comforted about something like that, but he did know that she would have done better. 'Oh Hermione, if you can hear this, I wish you were here. I Love You.'
'God Ron, why do you have to be so stupid?'
'Just because I am not a bloody know-it-all doesn't mean that I am stupid, maybe you should…'
'Shhhhhhhh'
'Don't shhhhhhhh me…'
'Ron' Hermione whispered;
'Yeah? What?' Hermione didn't reply. In her head she heard:
'If you can hear this, I wish you were here.' It was unmistakably Harry's voice, yet there was something whispered at the end that Hermione didn't catch. How did Harry do that?
'Hermione, what's happening?'
'What?'
'Hermione, you're frickin' glowing.'
'Oh yeah' Hermione said absent-mindedly. She was half in the sitting room in the Burrow and half in the Great Hall at Hogwarts.
'Hermione? HERMIONE!' Ron started to yell and swipe at Hermione as she flickered into non-existence by a white light.
The next morning Harry wondered down to the Great Hall, still worrying about Susanna and the baby. He took his seat at the long table and just as he was about to take a fried egg and place it in his mouth, there was a flickering of white light in the middle of the room and there appeared Hermione.
'HERMIONE!' He shouted, but regretted it as she looked furious with him. She got up, dusted herself off and strode towards him with a look that could have Mrs Weasley running for the hills screaming.
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