Author's Note: I don't own Harry Potter. JK Rowling does.
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Werewolf
Severus stormed into Dumbledore's office. "You're making a mockery of this school."
Dumbledore's eyes were twinkling when he looked at the younger man. "What did I do now?"
"How can you let a boy with a first-year education teach? You're making a mockery of all the other professors working here, myself included. You ask me to tutor him and you think I wouldn't know."
"He's been reading over the summer. Hermione has been teaching him how to use a wand."
"Another first year. The blind leading the blind."
"Quirinus is in Hogwarts where he can get an education and I can keep him safe. He's a smart boy and the fact that he went down to the dungeon with Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger means he knows how to ask for help."
"He didn't sound very willing to take help. He practically bit my head off."
"I hired Remus Lupin to teach the higher-level classes. Quirinus will have enough on his plate, teaching one to five."
"The werewolf?" Severus couldn't believe the old man would let a werewolf into Hogwarts.
"He can teach the six and seven years their advance studies and he can help Quirinus with his classes. It's a good fit."
"Everything is fun and games until he eats one of our charges."
"He's only teaching advanced levels. I would have had Remus tutor Quirinus, but Remus insists on taking the train. Severus, helping Quirinus settle in shouldn't be that much of a burden."
"The boy is rude. He thinks because he was magically given an adult body I should respect him. He is still the same obnoxious boy that was the bane of my existence last year."
"The poor boy had a fatal heart attack this summer." It sounded odd hearing Dumbledore say fatal, instead of near fatal. However, the heart attack did kill the original owner of that body. "He's talking to Poppy right now. He'll be lucky to reach thirty-five. I tried to return him to his own body and failed. I wanted him to return as a student. Fudge insisted that he resume Quirinus Quirrell's life. Don't tell me how to do my job."
"Someone should." Severus wasn't a child that needed to be coddled. "I learn from that child that the Dark Lord is running free, pretending to be a student. After everything we've been through, don't you think I should have been told?"
"I decided that it was need to know." Dumbledore sat back on his seat. "I can't be telling everyone. Do you want aurors and dementors all over the school? I won't have Hogwarts turned into a carnival. If you want to keep an eye on Potter, please, do, but you shan't let on to him that you know he's Voldemort."
"I'm the epitome of discretion"
Dumbledore smiled at him. "That remains to be seen."
"Who knows?"
"Poppy, Hagrid and myself. Quirinus may have told Ronald Weasley and Miss Granger, but those two can keep a secret. They proved that during the Philosopher's Stone business. You shan't speak to anyone about this. The walls have ears."
Severus turned toward the door. "Understood."
"Now that is over. I'd like to return to my nap."
Severus stormed out of the office as abruptly as he entered it.
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Harry remembered to see Poppy Pomfrey for his examination. She took his weight, height and checked his heart. He asked, "Stethoscope?"
"Wizards haven't come up with anything better," said Poppy. "Sounds good. Quirinus, you still have that murmur. You can listen. Lub-dub, whish."
Harry listened hard but he couldn't hear the leak. He recalled Mrs. Quirrell saying Quirinus was a miracle baby. The medi-wizards gave him a year and he lasted twenty-seven. After Mrs. Quirrell had confided to Harry about her son's condition, Harry understood the deceased man a bit better. Quirrell knew he was living on borrowed time. The unicorn blood might have been keeping Quirrell alive as well as Voldemort.
Poppy removed the stethoscope from Harry's ears. "I think the whish much softer than last year. What do you think?"
"I have amnesia." Harry looked at his lap.
Poppy put up a privacy screen. "Harry, I forgot."
"Poppy, you know? Does the whole school know?"
"Sorry. I won't call you Harry, again. How is your health?"
"Good. No complaints."
"The leak is smaller; you appear to be healing your congenital defects. You ready for another year?"
"As ready as I'll ever be."
"I've never seen your cheeks so rosy." Poppy smiled. "Did you have a good summer?"
"Yes, I visited with Rubeus. Minister Fudge gave Hermione special permission to practice underage magic. I think I have attention deficient disorder. Last year I could follow a snitch all over a field. Now I can't even stay on the same subject."
"You have different brain chemistry now and there is always the possibility of brain damage. No one knows how long you were dead before I restarted your heart. Your general health seems much better than Quirinus's was last July. Your magic appears affecting your body in more ways than just that thick mane of black hair."
Harry knew that was the last time Poppy examined Quirrell. He wouldn't have let Poppy near him once Voldemort had taken residence in his body. "Poppy, how often do you want to check my heart?"
"After winter break will be fine unless you have any problems. You can get dressed now. I think you should have taken the year off to study," said Poppy. "But I'm only the school nurse, no one listens to me."
"Professor Flitwick, as a former duelling champion, is the most qualified to teach me how to handle a wand in combat situations." Harry put on his shirt, waistcoat and jacket since he had kept his vest on when she checked his heart. "However, since Severus recognized my wand, my former Charms professor certainly will."
"Your vocabulary has improved," said Poppy.
"Hermione said my vocabulary would give me away quicker than my lack of proficiency with a wand." Harry put on his robe, but kept it open. "She made me learn twenty new words a day and she tested me on them. Proficiency was one of them. Back to Filius."
"You can't avoid him forever." Poppy put down the privacy screen.
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Harry spent most of the fortnight before school opening revising. The day before the welcoming feast, Harry got the courage to ask Flitwick to help him learn defensive magic. He knocked on the door of the man's study and was invited in. Who in his right mind decorated with live fairies? Each his own.
"As you know, I have amnesia do to my previous possession by You-Know-Who," said Harry. "All my knowledge of magic is gone. Filius, you're the most qualified to tutor me in defensive magic. I've been told I haven't been the most outgoing man to work with, but could you make room in your schedule for weekly lessons?"
"Every Sunday for two hours." Flitwick appeared honoured by the request. He even gave him a short lesson on stance. He had to have recognized Harry's wand, but being a polite gentleman, made no comment. "You can also help with the duelling club."
"I'll watch at first."
The small man gave Harry a knowing smile. Afterwards, Harry sent Severus an owl to say he had found another tutor and wouldn't need his services. Harry felt bad about sending the owl, but a letter was easier on his nerves than seeing Severus face to face.
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A/N: I can't see Lockhart mentoring anyone, especially not a very needy Harry Potter. Mentoring Harry would get Remus out of his depression and would be good for Harry. :) I moved the DADA list up one year. It is my AU. I can do that.
