Chapter Ten-Houston, we have a problem.

Shit.

He was late.

Harry cursed all that was holy when he ran down the familiar Hogwarts corridors. He passed the Great Hall and the paintings, frantically trying to remember what class he had. Great. Bloody fantastic.

After several almost-fell-on-my-face falls he finally saw it: the familiar brown door. And his steps faltered. He took a few deep breaths and his hands were trying to smooth his messy dark hair. I can do this. It's Hogwarts, it's home. No one will eat me. He looked down at his robes. He wore simple black jeans, a white shirt and black robes. But now, instead of the roaring lion, his robes displayed the Hogwarts crest.

His long fingers reached for the door knob, he took a deep breath and opened the door. He stepped in the room and time froze.

Well, it sure looked like it. Everyone stopped their activities and stared at the man standing at the door.

Harry walked to his desk and faced the class. A soft murmur ran through the room. Harry collected all his Gryffindor courage and said in a strong and controlled voice: "Good afternoon, class. My name is Harry Potter."

Silence… And then,

"You owe me two Galleons, McGallen. Told you it was him." The buff guy in front of Harry said, opening his hands. "Well?"

The short guy next to him glared and reluctantly handed him the money. By then half of the students were shouting, pointing at him or excitedly talking to each other. Harry's eyes widened. Now what, Potter?

Suddenly an Indian guy stood up. "Hey, Hey. HEY! SHUT UP!"

Everyone clicked their mouths shut. Harry shot the Indian boy a grateful look. He grinned and sat down.

"Yeah, um. Right. What class is this?" He asked. A hand rose. "Yes?"

"Seventh year, sir. Gryffindor and Slytherin." A Gryffindor girl said softly.

"Okay. Before we begin, I apologize for being late. I don't know where you stopped last year so I made my own plans for this year." Another hand rose.

"Ehm, sir. Can I ask a question?"

Go ahead, Miss-" Harry stopped and looked at the Slytherin.

"Hersley, Ashley Hersley."

"Go ahead, Miss Hersley." Harry smiled.

"I was wondering about your relationship with-"

"Hermione Granger!" The Indian boy shouted suddenly. "Yes. I heard she is working here too. Is she going to teach us too?" Harry seemed puzzled by his reaction but answered nonetheless.

"Yes, she works here. I don't think Hermione is going to teach. Why?"

"Ahh, I just assumed, you know. She played a big role in the war too and she is smart and all that." He said, scratching his right eyebrow in a nervous gesture.

"No, Mr.. What's your name?" Harry asked. The boy's eyes widened. "Jay." he answered.

"Right, Jay. Hermione will be working in the infirmary. Madam Pompfrey has retired." Harry said. "But before we go on I'll have to remember all your names so I asked the Headmaster for a list…"

Harry walked to the brown desk and opened the drawer. He rummaged through the stuff. "It has to be somewhere. Got it!" He said triumphantly. "I'll be taking attendances. I'll remember your names quicker that way."

a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a- a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a- a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a- a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a- a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a- a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a

Oh crap. Samira thought. This wasn't going to turn out great. She sunk even deepen in her seat when he began to read out the names and asking them to stand. What substitute takes attendances?
Harry Potter, obviously.

This must be what Jay was trying to say. Merlin if only she had listened…

"Andrew Ames" His beautiful voice said. Wait, beautiful? Great now I'm going mad!

What should I do? What should I do? Run? No, too obvious. Apparate? You can't Apparate in Hogwarts, stupid. What about-I'm talking to myself..I'm talking to myself! I have absolutely lost it! I'm talking to myself. You already said that, idiot. Why am I scolding myself? God this is so wrong.

"Emily Grane." Emily stood up. The knots in her stomach tightened. "Ashley Hersley"

"Jay Kahn." O Merlin's fluffy undies. He frowned. Did he know? Jay sat down. Samira paled.

"Samira..Kahn" He said her name as if he thought the piece of paper in front of him was lying.

She stood up. Her new Professor's head shot up and their eyes met. She was, again, lost in those emerald eyes. Someone cleared their throat and she blinked. The spell was broken. She noticed the whole class staring and felt her face grow hot as she sat down. She didn't dare to look up and was staring at her nails. Suddenly a buzzing sound ran through the quiet classroom.

Saved by the bell. She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding and stood up to leave but froze when she heard his voice.

"Next time I'll continue the list. Make sure you all wear comfortable clothes next time. We'll be working up some sweat." The students walked out of the classroom. "Miss Kahn. Can I talk to you, please?" Samira nodded without looking up. She looked at Jay, who shot her an apologetic smile and walked out of the room. Cassie softly said 'Good luck' before walking out and closing the door with a soft click.

She finally dared to look up and saw him approaching.

Houston, we have a problem.

A/N: I'm glad you liked Chapter Nine and I hope you like Ten too. It's a little short but I promise Eleven will be longer!

Reviews are very much appreciated!

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