Disclaimer - Hey, Lawyers, do you really want to sue me? My Daddys Lord Voldemort, Now do you want to sue me? Thought not. And if I'm Voldyshorts kid, why would I want to own Harry Potter anyway? So no,I don't.

Chapter 4

When Harold finally woke up, it took him a while to work out where he was. The last day was a blur, within reason as he had slept through most of it. He looked around him, registering the stone floor that was so different to his carpet. He then noticed a pile of paper on the mahogany chest of draws. He reached over and took it. After unfolding it he noticed that one bit was an envelope containing details of the Kwikspell course, and one was in a curly, ornate handwriting that he did not recognise. He decided to open this first. Upon the light, crackly paper there was a hurried biro message.

To Harold,
As you already know, you have been appointed as an assistant Defence Against the Dark Arts professor. It would be wise not to let others know your 'furry problem.' It can be controlled with the Wolfsbane potion. We are currently in the midst of the Christmas holidays but term will begin again in a week's time. I suggest you meet with the teachers and find your way around the castle during that week. Enclosed is a copy of the famous 'Marauders Map.' I hope you find it to your advantage.

Professor McGonagall

Harold had always thought that the magical community had written on parchment with quills and ink, but it had to be admitted that biro and normal paper was a lot easier. He had also thought that the people at Hogwarts slept in four-poster beds, but then, like muggle schools, they had a budget to stick to. Harold then took out the Kwikspell course and was soon fully engrossed in it. He found it so amazingly intriguing he barely noticed a knock on the door.
It was no other than Professor Flitwick come to ask him if he was coming down to lunch. He had brought a large stack of toast that Harold readily accepted – He was starving. After assuring Flitwick that he would be down in time for lunch, Harold pulled himself away from the Kwikspell course, showered, changed and set off for lunch, aided by his Marauders Map.
His way to lunch took a lot longer than was strictly necessary. He had no problem in the finding his way around side of things but he was very distracted. He stopped many times to observe, open mouthed the way the portraits moved and he even saw Sir Cadogan clanking around. The result of this was that he arrived nearly twenty minuets later than he had planned, but as the other teachers didn't seem to have been there a particularly long time he did not feel too bad. On the contrary, he was feeling elated at seeing the many teachers that he did not think had even existed. He could see Hagrid, as broad and as hairy as his imagination had allowed him, and Flitwick, who he had seen earlier, only 4 feet tall, but still with his personality radiating from his midget frame. He could see Slughorn, in his customary velvet purple jacket. But there was one character that alarmed him to be there.
"Hello." The character said. "You must be Harold. I am the current Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher."

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