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"Hello Headmaster." Said Professor Leta. This snapped Harry back to his senses. Harry was thinking of his childhood, his adolescence, and his defeat of Voldemort, which happened almost ninety years prior, in the legendary battle of Hogwarts. Harry was now a hundred and seven, and had been the headmaster of Hogwarts for nearly forty years, taking the title from Minerva McGonagal, the longest lasting headmaster ever. Of course Harry was far from the oldest wizard alive, Aberforth Dumbledore was nearly a hundred years older and still alive.

"Hi Plovoric." Harry responded. She was one of the last people alive born before Voldemort's death, and was pretty knowledgable.

"Did you hear the new news about the new dark wizard on the rise, who apparently murdered another unspeakable?" She asked gravely.

"Yes, I did, it is sad, it reminds me of when Voldemort was in power."

"How was it when Voldemort was in power? I was only born a few days before his death." She asked curiously.

"Terrible, every day you hear more news about deaths, and more loved ones dying, and you worry that you yourself will get captured and killed by the death eaters, and I was captured once and nearly captured many times. It was followed by the calamity, which you must remember. 'She shuddered. 'But it was far worse than the calamity."

"H-How is that possible?"

"It just is." Harry said sadly. They both gazed off into the sky for a few seconds before Harry broke the silence.

"Can you send an owl Teddy Lupin for me?" Harry asked. "I'm going to ask him to come here, and I offer him the post of Defense against the dark arts." He finished.

"Sure, just need ten minutes to get my lunch."

"Well off you go then. Bye, see you in fifty for the teachers meeting." Harry watched as she opened the door and walked off. Harry then thought of Teddy, him orphaned at the age of a few months when both his parents were killed in the battle of Hogwarts, 'Just to protect me.' Harry thought bitterly. 'No don't think like that.' Another voice in his head said. Harry then did some paperwork and went to the kitchens, where he met Winky the house elf, and he took some food back to his office and started eating when there was a knock on the door.

"Password's T M Riddle." Harry grunted. He heard the familiar voice say it and the door opened.

"Hello Teddy." Harry said. He noticed how Teddy seemed to suddenly have lots of scars on his left cheek. Teddy caught him staring.

"Oh don't stare." Teddy snapped. Harry chuckled.

"Ok."

"So why is your password T M Riddle, your mortal enemy?" He asked.

"I was just thinking of the old times, and the person who I'm connected to the most, and the answer is Tom Marvolo Riddle, namely Lord Voldemort, or as I like to call him, Lard Voldefart. Teddy laughed a hollow laugh.

"What happened on your cheek?" Harry asked curiously. A dark look fell upon Teddy's face.

"Confringo, the blasting curse, Antonin attacked me."

"Aren't you a metamorphagus?"

"Yes, but some scars caused by dark magic can never be hidden or go away, like yours." Teddy explained. Harry nodded

"And also is Antonin Antonin Dolohov?"

"Yes."

"I thought he died years and years ago." Harry stated.

"He took an idea from Peter, faking his death."

"Well I think its time to start testing your abilities, can you show me the patronus charm, the engorgement charm, the blasting curse, the jelly-legs jinx, and the imperious curse, the Riddikulus charm and can you transfigure yourself into a chair and back?" Teddy did all of those things perfectly, except for the imperious curse which didn't manage to lock on to Harry, who was trying his best not to resist.

"Well that seems pretty good, but just one thing." Harry said, and then Harry conjured a magical fire which only people loyal to him could pass through, he had taken this idea from Grindelwald, who used it in 1938, though Harry's was much weaker, being far less skilled in transfiguration. Teddy walked through with no issue.

"Good job, I except you to show up on the first, and your room will be right behind the Defense against the dark arts classroom. Bye." Harry said. Teddy waved his hand and walked off while Harry was watching him. 'Now I just need to get a new charms part-time teacher, old Flitwick will only be teaching two days a week now.' Harry thought. Harry then went to the great hall, and sat with the rest of the teachers who were discussing about their losses this summer.

"I just can't believe we lost Horace." Weeped the arithmancy teacher.

"Now now at least he's still alive, just in captivity." Harry consoled him, while images in his mind appeared off him being tortured; Harry briefly thought of a rescue mission but then remembered how that went in his fifth year, with Sirius dying. 'But it's different, nobody is showing you visions here.' One voice said, but Harry shook his head and decided not to. Harry slowly started getting depressed thinking about it.

"Instead of wallowing in sorrow we should honor the memory of the four teachers we lost this year and the one who is currently being tortured." Harry said, with all his will. The rest of the teachers nodded.