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Back Chapters Story Index 1. After the Battle 2. A Return to the Burrow 3. The Road Already Travelled 4. Nightmares and Happiness 5. A Sacrifice For Love 6. The Boy Who Lives 7. Freds Final Farewell 8. The Difference a Day Makes 9. Dinners and Decisions 10. An Ideal Summer 11. The Hallowed Halls 12. The Student and the Teacher 13. Lessons to be Learnt 14. A Testing Situation 15. Warnings and Weekends 16. Halloween 17. Trials and Tribulations 18. Practice Makes Perfect 19. The Calm Before... 20. The Station 21. Aftermath 22. A Happy Holiday... Sort Of 23. Christmas at the Burrow 24. Fire and Water 25. From London to Hogwarts 26. Winter's End 27. The Sins of the Father 28. Fight or Flight 29. Fallout and Freedom 30. The Last Train Ride 31. A New Day Dawns Next
Harry Potter and the Wrath of the Fallen by sjg74
Chapter 12 : The Student and the Teacher
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The sun streamed in through the window, making the stone walls and floor appear to glow. While Harry knew it was only an illusion of sunlight, the effect was remarkable. He gently shook Ginny's shoulder as she lay beside him. It was the first day of their last year at Hogwarts, and for reasons Harry couldn't fathom, he was bubbling with excitement.
Ginny grunted as she rolled over and faced Harry. "What time is it?" she asked wearily.
"I don't know, Gin, but it is morning."
Harry sat up, taking the covers with him, revealing a naked Ginny lying in the bed beside him. Wow, thought Harry, as his desire to get up and start the day took a large dip. Sleeping in a bed together without fear of Molly Weasley entering the room certainly had its advantages.
Ginny smiled as she pulled the covers back over herself, noticing Harry's wide eyes and lingering stare.
"Perhaps a cold shower would be a good idea," suggested Ginny.
Harry grinned as he leant over and gave Ginny a good morning kiss. Harry swung his legs out of bed and stood up, realising he too was naked. Harry looked around but couldn't spot any clothes on the floor.
"Where are our clothes, Ginny?" asked Harry as he turned to face her.
Ginny took the sight in, noting how much better Harry looked after three months recovery. He still bore several scars that would stay with him for life, but he looked fit and healthy. Ginny hadn't noticed how much he had physically recovered until now.
Ginny shook her head, "They're around here somewhere," she said, suddenly feeling very much awake as she slid across the bed and stood up next to Harry, putting her arm around his waist.
"I think I'll join you for that cold shower."
Harry chuckled as he stepped across the room and picked up Ginny's gold watch, which had been lying on the desk. After checking the time he walked back to Ginny and put an arm around her shoulders, leading her towards the bathroom.
"It's only seven o'clock," Harry told Ginny, "so you can choose to have a cold shower, or hot if you'd prefer."
Ginny looked at Harry and thought she saw the telltale sign of glowing eyes, even in the bright sun lit room. She felt her pulse quicken and wondered if she would ever find a way to resist those green eyes.
Harry and Ginny entered the Great Hall for breakfast. Before they had left their room, Harry had suggested that Kreacher would be able to bring them breakfast in their room, but Ginny reminded Harry that she was a Prefect and it was expected that she would attend most meals with the other students. After all, they had to be able to come to her if they had a problem.
Harry had known Ginny was right, so he had dressed in his school robes and packed his bag with the books he and Ginny would need for their morning lessons.
He now sat down at the Gryffindor table and helped himself to a plate of bacon and eggs. As Harry and Ginny sat discussing the upcoming day, they were joined by Seamus Finnigan and Neville Longbottom.
"Morning you two," said Seamus, his Irish accent more pronounced than usual after spending the last few months back in the country of his birth. "Did you see the schedule for the muggle class, Harry?"
Harry nodded, "Yeah, we only have an introduction today after lunch. They're doing some sort of orientation around the castle in the morning."
Neville leaned forward as he looked at Harry. "Do you know who is going to teach which lessons yet?"
Harry had been thinking about that for some time, and while he thought he had sorted out most of the schedule, one problem still remained.
"I'll be teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts and Potions," said Harry. "Neville, you've got Herbology."
Neville nodded and looked relieved. While he had been a good leader at Hogwarts last year, he knew he was not an expert in any subject except Herbology. Now he knew he would only be teaching a subject he could happily talk for hours about, he felt much better.
"Seamus, you get Transfiguration, while we will share Flying Lessons."
Seamus grinned at Harry as he contemplated the fun he was going to have teaching the muggle borns to fly.
"Cho will teach Charms, and as the Astronomy class is only for three hours one night a week, our class will join the regular first year class."
Harry saw that Neville and Seamus were pleased, but he still had a dilemma to sort out before the lessons began properly tomorrow.
"I don't know who is going to teach History of Magic though. I'll need to speak to Professor McGonagall about it, because I didn't exactly excel in the subject." Harry looked at Neville and Seamus. "I don't suppose either of you know anything about History of Magic?"
Their laughter told Harry all he needed to know as Ron and Hermione joined the group at the table. Harry looked at the Ravenclaw table and saw Cho was looking towards the sound of the laughter beside him. He waved for her to come over.
Cho arrived at the table and sat down opposite Harry. "What's all the laughter about then, boys?" she asked with a smile.
Harry grinned. "We were just discussing the lessons for our muggle class. You'll be teaching Charms," Harry informed Cho, who smiled at him, "but we need to find a teacher for History of Magic. How did you go in that subject?"
Cho laughed. "The word 'Poor' was used repeatedly to describe my performance in that exam."
"Harry," interrupted Hermione, "I could teach History of Magic for you."
Harry looked at Hermione as he considered her offer for a moment. "Thanks, Hermione, but I think you're going to be a bit busy with your N.E.W.T. studies this year."
Hermione looked momentarily downcast before she brightened again. "It's only two lessons a week. I'm sure I could fit it in."
"How many subjects are you already taking this year?" asked Harry.
Hermione looked down at the table. "Seven," she said quietly.
The others around the table exchanged glances. None of them were taking more than four subjects except Ginny, who was taking five. Hermione was taking seven subjects and also fulfilling her duties as Head Girl. Harry reached out and patted Hermione's hand.
"You just worry about your own classes, Hermione," said Harry kindly, "I'll get Professor McGonagall to sort something out for us. I've got her for Transfiguration this morning anyway."
Hermione shook her head. "I don't know, Harry. Usually the Head of the school doesn't teach any subjects."
Harry was left reeling by this thought. He realised Hermione was right; Dumbledore had never taught a subject after he became Headmaster. He would have to worry about it later because he had a lesson to get to. He stood and took Ginny's hand as she joined him.
"I'll see you all later," Harry said, "Ginny and I have got a charms lesson now."
Everyone else stood from the table and grinned at Harry and Ginny. Hermione spoke for the group.
"So do the rest of us, Harry," she sighed.
The group all laughed as they made their way from the Great Hall, not noticing the looks of awe they received as they passed the younger students.
"All right, calm down you lot," called Professor Flitwick, as he tried to restore order to his classroom.
Harry and Ginny sat together talking with two other Dumbledore's Army members, Terry Boot and Anthony Goldstein, while Ron and Hermione were talking with Michael Corner and Lavender Brown. Following a year of war and separation, Ron and Lavender were both surprised to find they were no longer uncomfortable around each other. Seamus, Neville, and Cho all sat together discussing the muggle class they were going to teach this year.
The classroom was feeling a bit crowded as it also contained a handful of seventh year students who had endured their sixth year at Hogwarts with Ginny last year, and Harry saw that the Slytherin students, including Pansy Parkinson, sat very quietly at the back of the room, as if they were hoping nobody would notice them.
Professor Flitwick was just about to lose his temper when the door at the far end of his classroom opened and Gawain Robards entered the room. The noisy classroom fell silent as the Auror walked to the front of the room and had a quiet word with Professor Flitwick, before he took a seat at the front corner of the room.
"Right, class," began Professor Flitwick, "we will be having a guest with us for our first lesson. This is Mr Gawain Robards, Head of the Auror Office." Gawain inclined his head towards the students. "He is here to observe the performance of those of you who have expressed a desire to join the Auror training program next year." Professor Flitwick gave a small smile at his students. "So, I would suggest a little less socialising and a little more learning would be a good idea."
Harry smiled as he saw the look of triumph on Professor Flitwick's face. It was only the Professors first lesson of the year and he had found a way to control a group of rowdy teenagers.
"For Mr Robards benefit, could you please raise your hand if you are looking to continue with Auror training next year," said Professor Flitwick.
Harry raised his hand as he saw Gawain sit up in his chair at the front of the room. Harry looked around and was shocked by the number of raised hands. Seamus, Ron, and Cho had all raised their hands, but Harry had expected this. He was happy to see Terry Boot, Michael Corner, and Anthony Goldstein had also raised their hands, but he was surprised to see that Lavender Brown had also raised her hand.
Meanwhile, Gawain felt a little giddy as he counted the hands raised in the air and saw the determined looks on the faces of the students. The Minister had informed him during their meeting with Harry that at least five students had nominated the Auror field as their career path. He was now faced with eight potential Aurors. It was Christmas morning as far as Gawain was concerned; but as he looked at the class, another hand rose.
"Um… Mr Robards," said Ginny, biting her bottom lip as she raised her hand, "I'm still trying to decide what to do next year, so I was hoping I could talk to you about the Auror program. You see, I also wanted to be a Healer."
Gawain considered this for a moment. He recalled the Minister's comments about Ginny and the possibility she may wish to join the Auror program, but he did not want to force her into a decision that she was not yet ready to make.
"Both are noble professions, Ginny. While an Auror protects the wizarding community from the scourge of the dark arts, Healers provide great comfort and care to those who are suffering."
Ginny's brow furrowed. "I don't want to treat victims, Mr Robards. Not when I could stop the people who are causing the pain."
Ah, so that's the issue, thought Gawain. Ginny had seen so much suffering last year that she now wanted to ensure it didn't happen to others. He wondered if Ginny was letting her heart rule her head at the moment.
"Tell me, Ginny," began Gawain softly, "if you chose the path of an Auror, would you be doing so because it was your desire to ensure the safety of our world, or would you be motivated by a more personal desire for revenge?"
Ginny was startled by the question and Harry could see she was upset. He took her hand under the table.
Gawain continued, "I don't mean to upset you, Ginny, but if your desire to become an Auror has only begun recently, you may need to ask yourself what your true motivations are. If you have always wished to be a Healer, what has weakened your resolve?"
Ginny's blinked back sudden tears while the class sat in silence as they listened to Gawain. Ginny was not the only student who had only recently begun considering the Auror path.
"I had to treat so many kids last year," rasped Ginny, her throat burning as she recalled the horrible injuries suffered by her friends and herself at the hands of Death Eaters and fellow students. "I hated feeling so weak and helpless all the time, when all I wanted to do was fight back."
Gawain noticed the hard looks in the eyes of the other students now, and he was alarmed by some of the looks the Slytherin students received from the others. He had read the reports on the treatment these kids had received at Hogwarts last year, but now he saw their anger and sorrow up close, and he was startled. They had been forced to grow up so fast as victims, and now they were determined not to let it happen again. Gawain didn't think this was a conversation to be having in a classroom.
"Ginny, why don't you come and see me in the Great Hall after classes today, and we can talk about the life of an Auror, okay?"
Ginny nodded and Gawain noticed the downcast looks on the faces of several of the other students.
"How about I extend that invitation to any of you who would like to know more about being an Auror, before you make a final decision?" offered Gawain.
He received a number of curt nods. He knew he may lose a couple of potential Auror's doing this, but it was better to have the right people, instead of just lots of people.
Professor Flitwick stood at the head of the class again, having listened to the exchange between Ginny and Gawain with interest. He thought something a little more uplifting was in order for the remainder of his lesson.
"Well, students, why don't we give Mr Robards a demonstration of your skill?"
He saw the class brighten immediately as they pulled their text books out and looked at him expectantly.
Harry put his arm around Ginny and whispered in her ear. "Are you okay, Gin?"
Ginny wiped her eyes and gave Harry a small smile. "I'll be okay."
Professor Flitwick meanwhile, told his class to put the books away and draw their wands.
"Mr Potter," said Professor Flitwick, startling Harry, "would you please join me at the front of the class?"
"Uh… sure," replied Harry, as he stood and made his way forward.
"Right, let's see how much knowledge you have lost following your year away from school." Professor Flitwick conjured a glass. "Fill this with water please."
Harry pointed his wand at the glass and thought the word Aguamenti, shooting a small jet of water from the tip of his wand, into the glass. Professor Flitwick was momentarily put out by the use of a non-verbal spell as he hadn't realised Harry could perform them so well.
Ginny now sat up to watch with interest. She knew Harry could now do all sorts of magic with ease, and she wondered if Professor Flitwick may be able to tell Harry why, after he saw the magic Harry could perform. She cast a glance at Hermione and noticed she too had sat forward and was regarding Harry with a quizzical expression.
"Very good, Mr Potter. Now, what else can you do?" asked Professor Flitwick, holding the glass of water at arms length.
Harry grinned as he moved into a duelling stance. He thought for a moment before he raised his wand and began to cast a series of charms on the glass in rapid succession, all non-verbally. As the class watched, the glass first increased dramatically in size; then it disappeared completely as Harry used a disillusionment charm.
The glass reappeared seconds later, before an exact copy appeared in the air beside Professor Flitwick's hand. The duplicate glass began to fall until Harry cast a hovering charm on it and floated it upwards until it hovered next to the original glass.
The second glass exploded as Harry used an obliteration charm. The original glass left Professor Flitwick's hand as Harry used Accio to summon it. As it reached him, he froze the water in the glass, and then sent the glass flying back towards an astonished Professor Flitwick's still outstretched hand.
Gawain Robards was watching this display and was stunned. He couldn't help himself as he stood up and cast a stunning spell in Harry's direction, aiming to startle him, not hit him.
Harry sensed the movement and heard the Stupefy spell in his head. He bent his wrist towards Gawain Robards as he produced a shield charm using Protego. The stunning spell was deflected back towards Gawain and the Auror had to duck to avoid being hit, while Harry spun to face this unexpected threat. When Gawain looked at Harry again he was startled to find a wand pointed squarely at his face, with a pair of glowing eyes watching him intently from behind the wand.
Gawain lowered his wand and put it back beneath his robes. It had been many years since he had found himself in a position of having to submit to anyone. He raised his hands in acknowledgement of his defeat and grinned at Harry.
Harry grinned back as the glow in his eyes faded and he lowered his wand. He turned to see the faces of his class mates looking at him with bewildered expressions. The whole display had taken less than twenty seconds and Harry had never uttered a word.
Ginny smiled at Ron and Hermione as they both looked around the classroom at the other students. She had felt a small thrill as she watched Harry, and she knew he was doing things he had not been able to do before.
Professor Flitwick put the glass down on the table and faced Harry.
"Mr Potter, where did you learn all those spells from?" he asked weakly.
Harry shrugged his shoulders. "From you, Professor…and Hermione of course."
Professor Flitwick looked at a now blushing Hermione, before returning his attention to Harry.
"But you did them all non-verbally. I don't recall teaching you that, Mr Potter," said Professor Flitwick, slightly exasperated by what he just seen. "When did you learn that?"
Harry shrugged again. "Um… I could just sort of do it… you know… after Voldemort was dead."
Professor Flitwick was intrigued. He did not know the nature of the connection between Harry Potter and Voldemort, but he knew enough to know they had been bound to each other. Now that Voldemort was dead, Harry had appeared to become far more skilled and powerful. He decided he would inform Professor McGonagall of the development straight after this morning's lesson; but first, another few tests were in order.
Professor Flitwick stepped back from Harry and raised his wand. "Silencio," he uttered.
Harry felt a sensation like treacle in his mouth and he realised he couldn't speak. He thought for a moment about how to counteract the charm. Nothing came to mind, so he flourished his wand in front of his face, thinking that he wanted speak again. He immediately found his mouth was unlocked and he grinned at his Professor.
"Sorry, Professor, you'll have to do better than that," said Harry to a stunned Professor Flitwick.
"Potter, how am I supposed to test your non-verbal skills if I can't keep your mouth shut?" asked a flustered Professor Flitwick.
Harry laughed. "What would you like me to do, Professor?"
"Pretend a Dementor is behind you."
Harry held up his wand and regarded it with interest as his Patronus burst from the end, taking the shape of a stag. Harry spun on the spot and pointed his wand at the window behind him. The stag instantly charged through the window and disappeared into the sunlit grounds outside.
Gawain Robards drew a sharp breath as he sat back down. He had just seen an eighteen year old kid produce a full bodied Patronus non-verbally. The power behind such a spell was beyond many wizards, and he had never heard of someone doing it non-verbally before.
"Would anybody else like to show us their skills," asked an astounded Professor Flitwick.
The members of Dumbledore's Army looked around the room at each other grinning. They all stood and started casting their own Patronus charms, although they were not able to produce it non-verbally. The room was soon full of the silvery animals.
Ginny's horse tried to nuzzle Harry's ear but its head passed right through him, sending a shiver down his spine. Ron's dog padded around the room, silver slobber dripping from its mouth, while Hermione's otter appeared to be swimming under water as it passed by the other students at head height.
The other students who had not been members of Dumbledore's Army watched on for a minute before drawing their own wands. However, none of them were able to produce more than a wispy silver vapour.
Gawain's mind raced as he watched. It was an incredible display of power, and these kids had done it as if it were just a bit of fun. He could no longer contain himself.
"Where did you all learn how to do that?" he asked the class in general.
Neville grinned as his Patronus disappeared. "Harry taught us when we were in Dumbledore's Army over two years ago."
"Two years ago!" Gawain was startled. "Harry, who taught you how to perform that spell?"
"Remus Lupin," said Harry a little sadly. "He taught me in my third year when the Dementor's were stationed at Hogwarts looking for Sirius Black."
Ginny stepped to Harry and put her arm around his waist. He looked at her and placed his forehead against hers for a moment, before he smiled at her. Ginny gave Harry a small sad smile in return before she walked across the classroom and joined Hermione.
Gawain had watched the silent exchange between Harry and Ginny with wonder. He didn't know what it meant to them, but he knew that whatever it was, it was very deep. He shook his head as he replayed Harry's words in his head.
"Did you say in your third year, Harry?" asked Gawain.
Harry nodded at the Auror.
"Merlin's beard."
Gawain and Professor Flitwick could not remove the stunned expressions off their faces for the rest of the lesson, as each student came forward and demonstrated their skills. While nobody else had the ability of Harry, all the members of Dumbledore's Army had developed far more advanced skills than the other students, leaving Gawain wondering what he had done right to be given such a prodigious group to look after.
Harry enjoyed the rest of his first lesson, watching the first people he had ever taught, as they impressed their Professor and a visiting Auror. As they left the class amid an excited babble, Harry leaned over and whispered a thank you to Hermione for all her help over the years. Hermione had blushed slightly as she told Harry that they would talk about his performance later.
The Transfiguration lesson had been conducted in much the same way as Charms had been. Harry was relieved to find Professor McGonagall was taking the class, but she informed them this was only temporary, until the new Transfiguration teacher arrived.
Minerva McGonagall had called Harry to the front of the class and asked him to demonstrate some of his skills, just as Professor Flitwick had done. She had done so after Professor Flitwick and Gawain Robards had joined her in her classroom prior to the start of this lesson. They had both been breathless as they had evidently run from the Charms room.
The two men had proceeded to inform her of what they had just witnessed, and had asked if she could also test the students for Gawains benefit, as he would be observing this class as well.
Professor McGonagall had her own hunch as to what had caused the sudden increase in skill and power in Harry, as she was far more familiar with the connection between her student and Voldemort, but she did not pass this information on to Gawain Robards or Professor Flitwick.
Professor McGonagall had been astonished as she tested Harry, and found he could turn any object into just about anything else. She had felt a moments triumph as Harry had been stumped by the Animagus technique, but she been left speechless after his display of creating a portkey.
She had handed Harry a flower pot and asked him to create a portkey that would take her to the staff table within the Great Hall. Harry had held up the flower pot and closed his eyes as he whispered 'Portus' and the flower pot had briefly glowed blue before returning to its usual colour.
Harry had handed her the portkey and she had suddenly found herself standing next to the Headmistresses chair within the Great Hall. She had placed the flower pot down on the staff table as she saw the startled expressions of the few students who were spending their free lesson in the hall, before she grabbed the flower pot again and was transported back to her classroom.
Professor McGonagall had decided to have a word with Kingsley and the portrait of Albus Dumbledore regarding these developments. While many students could create a portkey, Harry had done it without using a wand, and didn't appear to notice that anything was odd about that. She consoled herself that at least Hermione Granger was just as surprised as she was by Harry's performance, so Harry appeared to be an isolated case.
As the lesson ended, Harry had approached Professor McGonagall and informed her of his problem with the History of Magic subject for his muggle born class. She had asked him to attend her office tonight following dinner, and they would try to make some arrangements.
The Great Hall was a hive of activity as students came in for lunch. Harry and Ginny sat with Ron and Hermione, while Hermione questioned Harry about his new found abilities.
"I don't know where it came from, Hermione," said an exasperated Harry. "Ginny asked me last night and I've told you what I told her. I haven't had to say a spell out loud since the duel with Voldemort, but I didn't really notice because I haven't done much magic in the last few months."
Hermione looked at Harry with curiosity, as if he were a new subject for her to study. She was fascinated by this change in Harry's power, and a little jealous if she was honest with herself, but mainly she just wanted to know what had happened to cause it.
"You should talk to McGonagall, Harry. She might be able to explain it," said Hermione.
Harry nodded as he picked at his plate. "I'll ask her tonight, I've got a meeting with her after dinner anyway."
Ginny stood and picked up her books. "Good luck with the muggle born class, Harry."
She leaned down and gave Harry a quick kiss. The noise in the hall suddenly rose and Harry and Ginny realised they were being watched by many of the other students, particularly the younger ones. Ginny knew she would just have to get used to it, as Harry had done. She grinned at Harry and gave him a longer kiss.
"I've got a Herbology lesson with Neville," said Ginny, "I'll meet you in our room after that, okay Harry."
"Sure, Gin. Have fun."
He watched as she walked away and realised this was their first time apart from each other for a long time. As he stared at her long red hair, she looked back over her shoulder and blew him a kiss. Harry grinned as he wondered how she had known he was watching her.
As he finished his lunch, Harry was joined by Seamus and Cho. They would be meeting their class in a few minutes. Neville would meet them tomorrow at their first Herbology lesson, but Harry would join him so he didn't have to meet them all alone.
"You ready, Harry?" asked Seamus.
Harry nodded and stood from the table.
"Good luck, mate," said Ron.
"Thanks, Ron. I'll see you down here for dinner."
With that, Harry, Seamus, and Cho headed out of the Great Hall, none of them noticing Professor McGonagall seated at the staff table, watching them leave as she silently wished them the best of luck.
The classroom was located on the ground floor of the castle, and it had a view out over the grounds towards the greenhouses. The room was small and comfortable, with a number of desks and chairs arranged to face a blackboard at the front of the room, behind the teacher's desk which Harry now leant against.
Harry could feel his own nervousness as he looked into the eyes of the five children who sat before him. They looked at him with wide eyes, as they had all been told about their famous teacher by their housemates last night.
To Harry's surprise, the two kids who had been sorted into Slytherin House last night were in his class. He wondered how they would fare as muggle borns in Slytherin House.
"Good afternoon class," said Harry formally, "my name is Harry Potter and I will be one of your teachers for this year."
As he started speaking Harry felt himself loosen up.
"I will be instructing you in the subjects of Defence Against the Dark Arts and Potions, and I will be one of the two teachers instructing you during Flying Lessons." Harry saw the kids faces light up at the mention of flying.
"You other flying instructor will be Seamus Finnigan, the short scruffy one over there," said Harry as he indicated Seamus standing at the side of the classroom.
Seamus waved and grinned at the students as Harry continued.
"Seamus will also be teaching you Transfiguration," Harry told them.
The kids laughed as Seamus gave them a small bow.
"The lovely lady beside Seamus is Cho Chang. Cho will be teaching you your Charms lessons," said Harry, as Cho smiled at her students.
"For your Astronomy lessons, you will be joining the regular year one class on Friday nights, and Neville Longbottom, who you will meet tomorrow, will be teaching this class for the subject of Herbology. History of Magic lessons will be sorted out later," said Harry. "Now, before we all get to know each other a little better, are there any questions?"
A small boy with long, sandy blonde hair raised his hand. "Sir, when do we start flying lessons?"
Harry noticed all the kids looking very attentively at him while he tried to come to terms with being called 'sir'.
"Please, everybody call me Harry, okay. Now, what is your name young man?" Harry asked the blonde boy.
"Alexander Price, sir... I mean Harry, but everyone calls me Alex." answered the boy.
Harry noted that Alex was wearing the Ravenclaw emblem on his new school robes, as he picked up his schedule off the desk he was resting against and quickly scanned it.
"Your first lesson in flying will be on Friday," said Harry, seeing the faces fall on his young students. "Don't worry, kids, it will be Friday soon enough. Tomorrow you can ask Neville about his first flying lesson, he had a very interesting trip that day," said Harry grinning.
Seamus snorted in the corner. "Poor Neville."
"Right," said Harry, "any other questions?"
The students had none, so Harry set about learning a little about each of them.
Alex Price's parents were accountants who had struggled to pay for expensive doctors for years, in an effort to cure the odd behaviour of their only son. Alex told everyone how glad his parents had been after discovering he was a wizard.
Another young boy from Hufflepuff told everyone his name was Jackson Jacobs, and he had spent years correcting people when they called him 'Jacob Jackson'. Harry proposed he just be called Jack, to which the boy readily agreed, telling the class how his parents had always insisted his name was Jackson, not Jack. Jack was the tallest of Harry's new students, with short dark hair and striking black eyes and eyebrows, which reminded Harry of Severus Snape.
A pretty girl from Gryffindor introduced herself as Victoria-Anne Bennington. She shared a meaningful look with Jack as she also had parents who insisted her name should be used in full. To her delight, Harry rechristened her Vicky. Vicky explained that her parents referred to themselves as business people, but she wasn't entirely sure what they did for a living. Vicky had long auburn hair which she wore in a pony tail, which bobbed up and down as she always seemed to be in motion.
Harry looked at the two remaining children, who wore Slytherin emblems on their robes.
"Are you two twins or cousins?" Harry asked.
The two kids faced each other before turning back to Harry and giving him identical sly smiles.
"We're twins," said the kids in unison.
The twins were called Max and Mary Dearborn, and quickly told Harry they didn't need their names shortened any further. Harry laughed as he was struck by how alike they looked, even though they were a boy and girl. Thankfully Marry had long hair, while Max's hair was short.
Harry looked at the twins with a serious expression for a second, wondering if he should even brooch this subject. He decided the welfare of these kids was his responsibility, so he should find out how they were going.
"Are you being treated well by the other Slytherins?"
The twins both nodded in tandem. "Yes, Harry," said Max, "Professor Slughorn has been very kind to us, and of course the other muggle borns have been showing us where everything is."
Other muggle borns, thought a bewildered Harry. He didn't think he should ask any more questions here, but he saw the same confused looks on Seamus and Cho's faces as he glanced at them. Seamus shrugged his shoulders and gave Harry a lopsided grin. Harry decided he would leave it for now and check with Professor McGonagall tonight. Something weird was definitely going on.
The rest of the lesson was an enjoyable time for everyone as Harry, Seamus, and Cho explained what sort of magic they would be teaching the kids over the next few months. Seamus and Cho also told the kids about themselves and what they had been doing during the war. When Harry's turn came he suddenly found Seamus and Cho had sat with the children to listen to his story.
He told them about his parents and how he had grown up as an orphan in the muggle world until he was eleven. The kids were delighted to learn that Harry hadn't known any magic before he had started school either. Their teacher had been just like them.
Harry then told the class about his unusual experiences at school over the years, until he reached the last year. He didn't want to frighten the kids so he gave them a very brief version of the events that climaxed with the battle three months ago. Alex had looked mildly disappointed with Harry's version of events as he reached into the bag at his feet and pulled out a copy of the Ministry statement regarding Voldemort and the war.
After recovering from his initial shock, Harry had revised his story for the kids to match the one in the statement. They had looked at him with wide eyed wonder as he showed them the scars on his forehead and chest. Even Seamus and Cho had leaned forward to get a better look at the scar on his chest.
"Bloody hell, Harry," remarked Seamus, "you really let that evil bugger kill you just to save us?"
Harry nodded, hoping this wasn't too much for his students.
Seamus sat back and faced the students. "Well, kids, I think you are going to be learning from a great wizard this year, and if you listen to him, he can teach you everything you will ever need to know."
Harry cringed, as he thought Seamus was laying it on a bit thick.
"Alright, Seamus," said Harry.
"Seamus is right, kids," said Cho, "He taught me so much as part of Dumbledore's Army. Now you get a whole year with him. All the other first and second year students will be so jealous."
Harry was now blushing as his students grimed at each other. Harry found their excitement infectious though, and he was looking forward to a fun year with these kids.
As the lesson ended and the kids left the classroom, Harry, Seamus, and Cho stood around the desk.
"They're lovely kids," said Cho, who had felt her own confidence grow as she had watched the way Harry had treated their students. He had been kind and open and honest with them, and they had responded eagerly to him. She imagined they were having a very animated discussion about their first lesson right now, as they walked through the corridors.
"Yeah, Cho," agreed Seamus. "It should be fun teaching them."
Harry smiled as he looked at his old friends. They had all grown up so much in the last year, and he was glad they had survived to enjoy their victory. Harry looked at Cho and saw she was biting her bottom lip.
"Everything okay, Cho?" asked Harry, concern in his voice.
To Harry's surprise Cho threw her arms around him and embraced him tightly for a moment, before stepping back.
"I just wanted to thank you for everything you did, Harry. You trained us, and fought for us... you even died for us." Cho looked on the verge of tears. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to say thank you."
Harry didn't know what to say as Seamus grinned at him.
"Yeah mate, thanks for everything."
Seamus shook Harry's hand.
"Come on, let's go to the Great Hall; some of the others will probably be up there by now." suggested Seamus.
Harry started heading for the door. "I'll meet you there soon. I've got to pick up Ginny first."
With that the three friends left the classroom and made their way to the main staircase, a feeling of relief and achievement sweeping over them.
Ginny was sitting at her desk as she finished writing a letter to her mother. She had thought her mother was up to something when she had asked her to write to her yesterday at the station, and Ginny guessed now that her mother had already known about the room she and Harry would be sharing. Ginny was almost annoyed that her mother had let her think she would have to be separated from Harry, but her annoyance was tempered as she suspected she would not be sharing a room with Harry if her mother hadn't given her permission.
Ginny's letter listed all the highlights of the quarters she now shared with Harry. She also asked her mother if she had any advice for her on which career path she should choose; the Charms lesson today with Gawain had left her more confused than ever. She had thought Gawain would try to talk her into joining the Auror program; instead, he had asked her to question herself and her reasons for wanting to be an Auror instead of a Healer.
During the lesson she had been upset by Gawains questions, but now she realised they were the questions she needed to find an answer to. Like Harry, her respect for Gawain Robards was growing at a rapid rate.
"Hey, gorgeous girl," said Harry from behind her, causing her to jump in her seat. "Sorry, Gin. I didn't mean to scare you."
Ginny turned and grinned at Harry. "It's fine, I was just deep in thought, that's all."
Harry gave Ginny a kiss. "What's on your mind?"
Ginny shrugged. "Auror or Healer," she sighed.
"Are you going to meet with Gawain? He should be in the Great Hall very soon."
"I think I should," said Ginny. "He really got me thinking today."
"Okay, let's go," said Harry, "I'll walk down with you. I told Seamus and Cho I'd meet them down there anyway."
Ginny gasped. "Oh Harry, I'm sorry, I forgot. How did your first lesson as a teacher go?"
Harry grinned as he told Ginny about his students and the discussions they had been having all afternoon. He told her of his plans for the first lessons starting tomorrow, and how eager they had all been; and his amazement at their knowledge about the war and their fascination with his scars.
Ginny smiled as she listened to Harry, sensing the excitement he felt. "You showed your scars to them?" she asked, surprised by this.
Harry nodded. "Yeah, it doesn't bother me anymore, and it didn't bother them."
"Maybe I don't want you flashing your chest at all the girls in the school," said Ginny as she started to laugh.
Harry grabbed Ginny's hand and held it against his chest. "They can look, only you can touch, my Ginny."
Ginny stood and put her arms around Harry's neck.
"Say the last two words again," said Ginny, looking into Harry's eyes.
"My Ginny," whispered Harry.
Ginny felt her heart melt. "I love you, Harry."
Harry's eyes glowed. "I love you too, Gin."
Ginny leaned in and kissed Harry. She broke apart from him and grabbed the letter for her mother off the desk.
"Let's go and send this before we go to the hall," said Ginny.
"As you wish, my Ginny."
"Can I use your owl, Harry?" asked Ginny.
"Of course," said Harry, smiling.
"You know, you really need to give that bird a name soon," said Ginny.
Harry sighed. "I know."
With that they left their quarters and headed to the schools owlery to post the letter.
The candles hovered over the house tables in the Great Hall as dinner was served. Harry and Ron sat talking at the end of the table near the entrance to the hall; while beside them, Hermione already had her head buried in books after just the first day of lessons.
Harry could see Ginny talking quietly with Gawain at the end of the hall, discussing the Auror life and whether or not it was a career Ginny really wanted to pursue. Harry had to admit to himself that he was rather curious about being an Auror himself, but he had decided to let Ginny work out her decision by herself; he could talk to Gawain later.
At the end of the Hufflepuff table, Harry was surprised to see his five students all seated together, oblivious to the fact that most of them were sitting at the wrong table. Harry gave them a wave as they all looked at him. They waved back smiling, before returning to their huddled conversation.
Neville and Seamus strode towards the three friends and sat down with them. Seamus flashed a quick grin at Harry.
"Good lesson today, Harry. I think I'm really going to enjoy teaching those kids," said Seamus, obviously delighted with the outcome of the first lesson.
Neville looked at Harry. "So, what was it like, Harry?" he asked, looking a little nervous.
"Don't worry, Neville," said Harry, assuring his friend, "They're good kids, and there's only five of them. I'll be with you when you meet them tomorrow for Herbology, but just be ready for a lot of excitement," warned Harry.
Neville looked relieved as he received a tap on the shoulder from behind him. He turned around to see a small boy with long sandy hair, clutching a copy of the Daily Prophet in his hands.
"Uh... hello," said Neville.
The little boy swallowed before speaking. "Are you Neville Longbottom?"
Neville looked around at Harry and found him grinning at him. He turned back to the boy standing behind him.
"Yes, I am," said Neville warily.
The little boys eyes widened and his face broke into a huge smile. "Wow."
Harry was almost laughing as he decided to rescue Neville. "Neville, this is Alex Price. He is one the students in our muggle born class. Alex, this is indeed the famous Neville Longbottom."
Neville turned bright red as he looked from Harry to Alex. Alex was bouncing up and down on the spot now. He turned away from Neville and shouted at his classmates two tables over.
"It's really him," yelled Alex as he held up his copy of the Daily Prophet, "look."
Harry recognised the edition of the Daily Prophet which had contained the Ministry statement. Alex was waving the article which had the story about Neville, along with Neville's picture, at his friends.
The four other students from Harry's class came running over to join Alex, babbling excitedly as they met Neville. Neville was shocked; he had never been the centre of attention before.
"Alright kids, settle down," said Harry. "Neville, this is our class. We have the twins, Max and Mary, Vicky, Jack, and of course, Alex. Kids, this is Neville Longbottom, and he will be your Herbology teacher this year."
"Um... hi kids," said Neville shyly.
That was all the invitation the kids needed. Neville was suddenly subjected to a barrage of excited questions about his part in the final battle.
"Did you really kill that big snake like it says in the paper?" asked Vicky.
Ron and Seamus laughed as Hermione raised her head from her book, wondering what all the commotion was about.
"Yes he did," said Ron, "and it was bloody amazing. Pulled the sword out of the hat and leapt into the air," Ron stood and re-enacted the event for the kids, "chopped its head off with one strike."
"Ron, you'll scare the poor children," admonished Hermione. She looked at the kids and smiled at them. "Neville was very brave and he helped to defeat Voldemort."
Ron sighed as he sat back down. "It's alright, Hermione. It's no worse than anything we saw in our first year."
The kids were awe struck as they started whispering amongst themselves. Harry could hear the names 'Ron' and 'Hermione' being uttered as they cast furtive glances at the couple. Harry was amazed as he watched the kids. They had embraced the magical world despite being shunned by it for a year, and appeared to know as much about the war as those who had fought in it. He was glad that they saw it as some sort of fantastical event, rather than the true horror it had been; but he would have to find out where they had heard it from though, and make sure they weren't learning anything they really shouldn't be told about.
Harry glanced at Ron and Hermione and saw they were now blushing, but Ron looked very pleased at the idea he was now famous for what he had done, not just for being Harry Potter's friend.
"Okay kids, why don't you finish your dinner and head off to bed. I'll meet you all here in the morning for our first lesson," Harry told them.
A series of goodbyes were exchanged and Harry watched as his students made their way back to the Hufflepuff table, watched with interest by the other young students who had also wanted to meet their heroes, but did not yet have the courage to introduce themselves.
Hermione grinned at Harry. "They seem lovely, Harry. Are you sure I can't teach them History of Magic?" she asked hopefully.
Harry sighed and shook his head. "I'll talk to Professor McGonagall about it tonight, okay, but I can't promise anything."
Hermione beamed at him and Ron grinned. Harry suspected that anything that made Hermione happy was going to benefit Ron later on.
As Harry finished his dinner, Ginny returned from her meeting with Gawain.
"How did it go, Gin?" asked Harry as she sat down beside him and put her head on his shoulder.
"Really well," said Gin, "It was very interesting, but I'm still not sure what I should do."
"What did Gawain suggest?"
"The same thing you did, Harry; that I should talk to Poppy Pomfrey about being a Healer before I make a decision."
Harry was surprised by that. He thought Gawain would be trying to lure as many candidates as he could into the Auror training program. Instead, he was making sure any future recruits really wanted to be Aurors. His respect for Gawain Robards went up another notch.
Harry stood up from the table and gave Ginny a kiss on the top of her head, as he saw Professor McGonagall leave the staff table.
"I'm sorry, Gin; I've got a meeting with McGonagall now. Can we talk about it when I get back?"
Ginny smiled up at Harry. "Of course; I'll see you in our room later."
Harry left the table and made his way towards the Great Halls doors. He turned back and saw Ginny was watching him, so he blew her a kiss.
The gargoyle that guarded the staircase which led to the Headmistresses office croaked at Harry, its voice deep and hollow.
"Password."
Harry was taken aback. "I don't know the password... but I do have an appointment with Professor McGonagall."
"Name," rasped the Gargoyle.
"Harry Potter."
As Harry watched, the gargoyle stepped aside and the spiral staircase began to spin upwards. Harry quickly jumped onto the stairs and raced up to the door which led into the Headmistresses office. Harry knocked on the door. The voice of Professor McGonagall could be heard coming from inside the room.
"Enter, Mr Potter."
Harry turned the handle and opened the door. He saw Professor McGonagall standing by the fireplace as she sipped from a large mug of what looked to be Butterbeer. She waved him over as she smiled at him.
"Come in, have a seat, Harry. Would you like a drink?" asked Minerva McGonagall.
Harry felt a little disconcerted at being addressed so informally by the sternest person he had ever met. He guessed he would just have to get used to it if he was going to be a teacher now. Harry made his way over to the fireplace and sat down on one of the sofas, shaking his head to indicate he didn't want a drink. Minerva McGonagall sat down on another sofa opposite him.
"Business first, Harry," she said, looking at him intently. "How did your first lesson with the muggle born class go?"
Harry spoke for several minutes about the first lesson and his feeling that it had been very successful.
"I agree, Harry. I saw the students approach you and your fellow teachers in the Great Hall tonight. They are obviously very comfortable with you," said Minerva McGonagall, smiling at Harry. "Just make sure you don't get too friendly with your students, they still need to respect you more than they like you."
Harry nodded his understanding. "On that point, Minerva," said Harry, not quite able to look the Headmistress in the eye as he addressed her informally, "the children seem to have acquired a lot of knowledge about the war and the roles their teachers played in it. I'm concerned they might be hearing things they are not yet ready to fully understand and deal with."
Minerva smiled as she regarded Harry for a moment. She was pleased that he would want to make sure his young charges were not being traumatised by inappropriate information.
"What do you propose to do about this situation, Harry?" she asked.
"I was going to talk to them during our first lesson tomorrow to see if I can find out where they are hearing all this information from. If the source turns out to be less than reliable, I will put a stop to it."
"Very good, Harry, but I don't think you need to worry about the source," said Minerva with a twinkle in her eye.
Harry sat forward. "Why not? Do you know who it is?"
"Of course," said a now smiling Minerva McGonagall. "It's me."
Harry was rattled by this revelation. "You! But why?"
Minerva sighed as she saw a look of concern on Harry's face. "During their orientation today, the children had asked if the stories they had heard about you, while they travelled on the train to Hogwarts, were true. I decided the truth was probably the best policy in this case, and gave little Alexander a copy of the Daily Prophet containing the Ministry statement. I thought a good dose of awe in their teachers would help them get over the fact that you are not very much older than they are."
Harry grinned at Minerva. He understood the issue with his age and had been concerned about it before his return to Hogwarts.
"Thanks Minerva, just don't tell them too much. I still need to be able to teach the class, not just answer questions about the war."
"Of course, Harry. Now, on to other matters. Are your quarters satisfactory?" asked Minerva, again smiling at Harry and wondering how he would answer this question.
Harry grinned at Minerva. "They're great. I didn't realise the Head Boy and Girl got such nice rooms."
Minerva raised an eyebrow. "It is only fair, Harry, as they are required to carry out considerable extra duties behind the scenes. If a little bit of added comfort helps to ease the burden, then it is the least we can do."
A sudden thought occurred to Harry. "Where are my students sleeping? They are not in year one or two really."
"They are sleeping in the year two dormitories, as that is the group they will join next year," explained Minerva.
Harry nodded. "There is something else as well. Max and Mary, the twins in Slytherin, said something strange today. They said all the other muggle borns in Slytherin had been very nice to them. I didn't think any muggle borns were in Slytherin House."
Minerva could understand Harry's apparent confusion. "For the last three years, since the war began, the Sorting Hat has been putting muggle born students into every house in a close to equal measure."
Harry was startled.
Minerva continued. "Evidently the Sorting Hat felt that Slytherin House was becoming too isolated from the rest of the school, and began trying to compensate for the animosity that existed between them and the other students, particularly Slytherin and Gryffindor students. You may have noticed that the younger students in Slytherin were happy to join in the celebrating at the feast last night. That is because they are a different sort of group than their older housemates. Slytherin students are no longer just the children of Death Eaters and Voldemort Supporters, they are now just like the rest of you, and in three years time, all four houses will be different in name only, as the makeup of the students in each house will be the same."
Harry could feel his eyes growing wider as Minerva explained the situation to him, but it did raise another question.
"Where are the children of the Death Eaters going to be placed now, if not in Slytherin?"
"Why, within the houses just like everybody else. To single out and isolate students because of who their parents are, merely breeds another generation identical to the previous one. Hogwarts has been quietly working to bring everyone together under a banner of tolerance for some time."
Harry considered this for a minute, stunned by the implications. While the threat of Death Eater attacks was still present at the moment, Harry could now envision a future where real peace was possible. The thought left him feeling a little giddy.
"Now, Harry," said Minerva, "we need to talk about your performance in your own classes today."
Harry suddenly felt very wary as Minerva continued.
"Professor Flitwick and Mr Robards informed me of your demonstration in your Charms lesson, while I must say; your performance in Transfiguration was nothing short of amazing."
Harry blushed slightly as he received this unexpected praise from Minerva.
"I must say, I was very pleased with your results during your sixth year in my class," continued Minerva, "but I think we both know that your abilities were not nearly as good as they are now. Would you care to explain where you learnt your new skills from, particularly the non-verbal casting and wandless magic?"
Harry squirmed as he felt Minerva's eyes bore into him, her expression becoming very stern as she waited for an answer.
"I don't really know, Professor. Ginny and I talked about it last night when she realised I hadn't said a spell out loud all summer, and I told her I would talk to Dumbledore's portrait about it on the weekend. Obviously Ron and I learnt lots of spells from Hermione while we were destroying Horcruxes, but I couldn't do them non-verbally until after Voldemort died."
Harry cocked his head to one side as he considered this.
"That's when my eyes started to glow as well, but I think that's just connected to my emotions and doesn't really do anything useful."
Minerva regarded Harry as she thought about what he had just said. "That's a very interesting development, Harry. While I have my own theories on what may have caused your increased skill and power, I think we should consult Dumbledore on this as soon as possible."
Minerva and Harry looked at Dumbledore's portrait. Harry wasn't surprised to see that it was empty.
Minerva sighed. "I shall send you a note when Albus returns. Then we shall get to the bottom of this rather intriguing matter. Is there anything else you need, Harry?"
"Actually," said Harry, finally recalling his initial reason for coming, "we still need to sort out the problem of who is going to teach History of Magic. I was hoping you could help me there."
Minerva laughed. "Very well, Harry. I will see what I can do, but I don't think we need to worry about that subject too much, do you?"
Now Harry laughed. "Not really. Hermione offered to take the class but I turned her offer down because she is already studying seven subjects herself. I didn't think she needed the extra burden."
"Quite right, Harry. Leave it with me for now," said Minerva, standing up from the sofa.
Harry could sense he was being dismissed, so he stood and thanked Minerva for her time. After he had left the room, Minerva contacted Kingsley via the floo network.
"Ah, Minerva, it's lovely to see you," said Kingsley, his head floating in the green flames.
"Likewise, Kingsley. We have an interesting development relating to Harry Potter that I think you should be aware of," said Minerva.
A look of worry passed across Kingsley's face. "Is something wrong, Minerva? I can have the Healers come to you directly."
Minerva smiled. "No, Kingsley, nothing is wrong, but Harry has been demonstrating some extraordinary abilities in his classes today, abilities he tells me, which have only been acquired since the death of Voldemort."
Kingsley's brow furrowed as he thought about what he had just been told. "That is intriguing. I think we should arrange a meeting with Harry and Dumbledore as soon as possible."
"You read my mind, Kingsley," said Minerva with a chuckle. "I'll arrange a time with Albus and let you know."
"I look forward to it. Goodnight, Minerva."
"Goodnight, Kingsley," said Minerva as the green flames faded from the fireplace. She walked back to her desk and stared at the portrait which usually contained Albus Dumbledore. She thought to herself that one day she would have to ask Albus where it was that he went when he was not within his Hogwarts portrait.
Harry arrived back at his quarters to find Ginny already lying in bed and reading through his potions book in preparation for tomorrow's lesson.
"Hi, Harry," said Ginny, as she laid the book down. "How was your meeting?"
Harry sat down on the bed with Ginny as he explained all he had learned during his meeting with Minerva McGonagall. Harry was relieved when Ginny had reacted with amazement after learning about the muggle borns in Slytherin House; at least he wasn't alone in not knowing of that development.
"So," Harry began, "what did Gawain tell you about being Auror?"
Ginny launched into an excited and highly animated recounting of her meeting with Gawain. While Gawain had told her to talk to Poppy Pomfrey before she made any decision, he had evidently made quite an impression on Ginny.
Harry thought he now knew what Ginny's decision would be, but like Gawain, he would let her come to that decision on her own.
Harry removed his clothes and discarded them onto the floor, before crawling under the covers and wrapping his arms around Ginny. He lay there stroking her hair while she continued reading, until they both dropped off to sleep after a very long day.
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