What happens when your dad is the Boy Who Lived, your mom is a famous Auror, and you have so many cousins, and close family friends' children that you don't even remember which ones are your brothers and sisters? Follow Julie Potter into her fourth year at Hogwarts as she encounters friends, enemies, Hogsmeade visits, and preparing for OWLs. BTW: I suck at summaries so just read to find out. Post-Hogwarts
A/N: Sorry for the lack of updates in a while! School was taking a toll for a while, but now things are settling down again. I guess that's what being a Freshman is all about.
It was Tuesday morning and I awoke with a smile. Everything was as it should be: I was the first one up and would be for at least 20 minutes. Andrea rolled over in bed and muttered something about spiders roller skating. I laughed to myself and climbed out of bed.
"Fourth Year Schedules," said Rob, handing them to me.
"Ugh, Double Potions with the Slytherins first," I groaned.
"Why's that a bad thing?" asked Brittany.
"Beatrice Malfoy is a Slytherin," I answered, glancing over at the Slytherin table.
"Julie," said Andrea, "is that Uncle Harry?"
"Huh?" I asked.
"Up at the Staff table taking to Professor McGonagall," she said.
I squinted. I would recognize those glasses anywhere. "Why is he here?" I said, "Shouldn't he be killing Death Eaters or something?"
At that precise moment, Professor McGonagall got up to make an announcement. "As a few of you have noticed," she began, "Professor Shacklebolt was not at the Feast last night. He has decided to return to the Auror Office at the Ministry, and will be replaced by non other than Mr. Harry Potter. I trust you will all make him feel welcome once more. Thank you."
"When do we have Defense?" I asked.
"This afternoon," said Diana.
"We should be heading to the dungeons. C'mon Julie," said Guinn.
"I'll meet you there," I said, "I need to have a word with Professor Potter."
He saw me before I even got there.
"Hullo, Miss Potter," he said.
"Dad," I blurted, "why are you here?"
"Professor McGonagall just told you," he answered, gathering his things.
"I know, but shouldn't you be killing Death Eaters or something?" I asked.
"For the last time, I don't kill Death Eaters for a living, and to answer your question, Kingsley (Professor Shacklebolt to you) is an old friend of mine, and he asked if I wouldn't mind filling in for him."
"But why you? Why not Mum or Uncle Ron or somebody?" I asked.
"Julie, you're going to be late. I'll see you this afternoon," he said as if he couldn't hear me.
"You do know that Malfoy is going to rag on me for the rest of my life," I said before turning my back and leaving
"What'd he say?" Andrea asked across our table in potions.
"Apparently Professor Shacklebolt is an old friend of his and asked if he would fill in for him," I said angrily.
"Hey Potter!" Beatrice yelled for the whole class to hear, "that was your dad, wasn't it?"
"Yes, but at least he has a job," I called back, "Your dad is just rich."
"You say that like it's a bad thing," she said, fingering the sterling silver clasp of her robes.
I shook my head and continued mashing my beetle eyes.
"Now, now, Students," said Professor Slughorn (I couldn't think of anything original!), "let's try for some of that House Unity, huh?"
"You'd never catch me getting matey with the Slytherins," I whispered. Everyone snickered.
The rest of the class went by with nothing but snide remarks from the Slytherins. I was grateful when the bell rang.
Next was Care of Magical Creatures with Hagrid and the Ravenclaws. That went pretty smoothly. Now we were heading to lunch.
"Today's been interesting, huh Julie?" said Guinn.
"Yeah," I said, "it has."
We seated ourselves at the Gryffindor table and talked about what we thought Dad was going to teach us.
"D'ya think he'll tell us how he defeated Voldemort?" asked Diana.
"Doubtful," I said, "he doesn't even talk about it to his own children let alone other people's."
"All he said about it is that a lot of innocent people died and it's his job to teach us how to defend ourselves properly," Rob commented.
"You had his class already???" I said.
"Yeah, last period," he said, before taking a bite out of a biscuit.
"Speaking of which…," I said, as I pointed towards my dad walking down the aisle to, what I supposed, prepare for our class.
"Good lesson, Professor," said Rob as he passed.
"Thanks, Rob," he said, "and we're out of the classroom so you can call me Uncle Harry again." He smiled as he said this.
"Are we allowed to call you Dad?" I asked on behalf of Brittany and myself.
"Well, I suppose…" he said, grinning, "See you in a bit."
"By, Professor!" I called.
A/N: Well, what do you think? It has a plot now! Yay for stories with plots! Anyway, R&R!!!
A/N on edit: Hehe, I forgot I made Harry the DADA teacher. In Chapter 6 I wrote him as the Headmaster. I'm a smart one!!! Oh well, now off to more editing :D!