"Welcome back to another year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry" the headmaster exclaimed to the tables of students before him. Some students, eyes wide with excitement, hearing this speech for the first time; others hardly paying attention as they heard it for the sixth, or even seventh time. Of course, I myself have heard this speech many times, as both student and teacher. As Albus Dumbledore completed his speech, he finished by welcoming teachers "I would like to thank our very own Professor Quirinus Quirrell for taking up the post of Defence Against the Dark Arts." At these words, I felt my heart sink. Ever since I first applied here, ever since I swore to become a double agent for Dumbledore, have I longed to hold this position, but of course, I was rejected. Now I am just the dreadful, disrespected Potions Master.
It was then time for the sorting ceremony/ As the first years formed a line, I caught a glimpse at a pair of eyes. His eyes. James Potter's eyes. The eyes that used to look at me and attack me and call me awful names. But even when I filled with dread looking at the eyes that changed me as a person, I softened as I saw the face they belonged to. It had to be her. She even had the same smile, the smile that could light up a room. A scar that marked her as The Dark Lord's equal to be seen upon her forehead. I know it's her. Now the memories are coming ba-
"Potter, Harriet" McGonagall called, and the red-haired girl marched her way to the front. The hat was placed upon her head. "Slytherin, please Slytherin, Please please Slytherin." I muttered under my breath, in the hopes that the young girl would remind me of my beloved Lily. "Gryffindor!" The hat roared, students bearing red and gold uniforms cheered excitedly as "the girl who lived" became a member of her house. My heart sank. My only chance to perhaps reconnect with her, maybe, just maybe she would see me through her daughter's eyes. But alas, I would only be the dreaded potions professor.