"Minerva, I just don't know what I'm going to do. If I call the ministry and ask them to send over someone, they'll think Hogwarts is weakening. And, you never know who they'll send."
"Albus, we've been through this a dozen times before, someone will show up, they always do."
"I certainly hope you're right."
It was just then that there was a knock on the door.
"Enter."
Dumbledore figured it was one of the other teachers with a question about the new school year, but in walked a young man with shoulder length blonde hair, startling green eyes, and a curious scar on his forehead. He was about average height, and even though he looked young, his eyes held a look of someone who had seen and been through too much.
"I had heard that you were looking for a defense against the dark arts teacher, am I correct?"
"Well, yes we are, but may I ask, aren't you a bit young to be teaching?"
The boy sighed, "Well I suppose I am, but I've had lots of experience." He reached into his robes and pulled out a piece of parchment and handed it to Dumbledore.
"Harry Daniel Jameson, born July 31, 1958. You had six years of wizard schooling. May I ask where?"
"I was home schooled…by a friends parents."
"I see. Only six years? Wizarding school is usually seven."
"Well you see, with the war and all, there were several reasons I quit learning formally. I think however, that I learned more in that one year than I could have ever possibly learned that year in school."
Dumbledore merely nodded and continued reading the paper.
"Previous experience… a troll, three headed dog, acramantela, a basilisk, dementors, werewolf, bogarts, dragon, merpeople, death eaters, a giant, thestral, more death eaters, inferi, death eaters again, snake lady, fiery serpent, and death eaters several more times. Wow I must say that this is the most impressive resume I've ever seen. There are however, a few things that must be discussed."
He walked over to a cupboard and pulled out a small bottle of clear liquid.
"I hope you aren't opposed to a bit of precaution, but with the war and all one can never be too careful." Harry nodded and Dumbledore poured a few drops into a small glass and handed it to Harry who drank it. Immediately his eyes got all foggy and his face fell expressionless.
"Are you in any way working for Lord Voldemort?"
"No."
"Have you ever had any connection with him?"
"Yes."
Dumbledore looked a bit surprised and asked, "In what way?"
"He was in my mind sir."
Dumbledore didn't press the issue assuming eh meant the imperius curse.
"Have you or would you ever consider working for him?"
"No."
The potion was starting to wear off. "That is all."
"Now Harry I must make sure, even though your resume is excellent, that you are qualified to teach defense against the dark arts. I must ask you to pass just a few minor tests. The first is the aurors test. You do not have to qualify to be an auror, I would like to see how well you do."
He handed Harry the stack of parchment and a quill.
About half an hour later Harry handed it back to Dumbledore.
He looked over it then back up at Harry.
"I think this in itself qualifies you for the position. You did better than any auror I've ever met. Minerva will take you and show you to your rooms. Classes begin on Monday, so you only have two days to prepare. I will see you this evening in the teachers lounge for a small meeting."
Harry followed Minerva through the hallways of Hogwarts to the defense room.
"This is the classroom," she said pointing to the first door, "and this is your rooms."
Harry thanked her and went into his rooms. They were slightly different than when he had been in here with Professor Lupin, but he figured he could make a few changes.
He opened his trunk and started to unpack his belongings. The first thing he took out was the picture of his parents dancing. He placed that on his nightstand.
Then he found the picture book that Hagrid had made him. He had added pictures to it since then. Harry sat down on the bed and began to flip through the book. There were pictures of him as a baby with his parents and Remus and Sirius. There was the old picture of the Order and the newer one. He felt tears start to well up in his eyes and had to close the book.
Harry started to regret this idea of coming here to get away form it all. True, he did want to get away from being the "Boy who Lived" and "The Chosen One", but he didn't know if he could handle seeing his parents or Sirius or even Peter again.
He pushed these thoughts out of his mind. If he was going to stay here, he would have to stop living in the past. Or was it the future?
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As Harry left the headmaster's office, Dumbledore leaned back in his chair to think. There was something odd about this Harry. How could someone that young have faced death eaters that many times?
What was the lightning bolt scar on his forehead?
Why was Voldemort in his mind and was he still there?
Dumbledore remembered his eyes. They had looked, haunted. He also remembered the way he had looked at him. It was a mixture of joy and sorrow and almost anger.
Fawkes flew over and landed on his shoulder. She what do you think of this new teacher? Fawkes cooed lightly and flew off. Dumbledore sighed and went back to his work, but he made a vow to find out more about this Harry Jameson.
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Before going down to the meeting, Harry finished unpacking. He took all his books and placed them on the shelves.
His robes he put into the wardrobe in the corner of his bedroom. His broom, he decided, went into the corner of the small sitting area. He took note that there was floo powder by the fireplace.
Going back to his trunk, Harry removed a small wooden box. On top of it was inscribed HJP with a Gryffindor lion on one side and the Slytherin snake on the other. In it, he had sealed the elder wand, the resurrection stone, the locket, the Marauders map, the snitch, the deluminator and Snape's memories. He placed Gryffindor's sword behind the box on the mantle. The invisibility cloak went into his wardrobe with his clothes.
Remembering the mischief and mayhem caused by the Marauders, Harry decided it was going to be an interesting year.
