Playing Games Part 2
Subaru
Harry wiggled with excitement in his seat.
"HUFFLEPUFF!" Screamed the Sorting Hat, thus sending the last first year to her new home. She joined her friends who were all giggling.
"Yuck." Draco muttered next to him as Dumbledore stood to give his speech before dinner started. Harry shot him a look, but refrained from elbowing him in the ribs. Draco had been in a fine mood the last couple of days, and Harry had steered clear.
Besides, he was going to teach come tomorrow morning and he was so nervous! He clapped with the others and wondered briefly who was going to be the next Fred and George Weasley, or who was going to be a study - freak who had already read all the books he was going to teach out of. A pang of sadness hit him and he blinked back tears. He missed their adventures so much!
"Yer dripping tears, Harry!" Hagrid leaned over on Harry's other side.
"I know. I keep remembering all the times we had!" Harry took Hagrid's full-sized handkerchief and blew his nose. He kept the handkerchief handy and didn't see much of what little he ate as his glasses fogged up.
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"Good morning, class!" Harry fairly pranced into the classroom.
"Good morning Professor Potter!" The children chorused. A hand flew into the air.
"Yes?" Harry placed his books on his desk.
"Are you the real Harry Potter, Professor Potter?" Asked a little girl with wide brown eyes.
"Yes." Harry had been preparing himself for these kinds of questions although he still couldn't believe that actual grade school textbooks reported him to be the vanquisher and survivor of Voldemort*. Harry sighed. Well, you are famous, idiot. You did kill Voldemort. Harry shuddered and decided not to think about that.
Another hand went up. Adrian Reeves, Harry looked at his roll sheet.
"Draco Malfoy is the head of Slytherin, my house. I heard that you two are bitter enemies. Are you going to kill each other?"
Harry was taken aback. What had Draco said to his children? "Of course not!"
"He said Slytherins were going to kill the Gryffindors at the first Quidditch game." Adrian continued.
"Well, Gryffindor will certainly try not to lose." Harry said. "Now! To learn a bit about each other, I want you to write your name and a few things about yourself on a piece of paper." Harry added as Adrian opened his mouth again.
There was a flurry of activity as the students complied. Harry sat back and took roll quickly. When that was finished and the sheet disappeared, Harry took the time to go over the morning's mail.
Hmm. A postcard from Maui from Ron and Hermoine. Harry smiled and flipped it over.
Aloha from the Pacific! We're having a grand time on our honeymoon! Wish you were um…nevermind. I've got to put this in the mailbox now; Hermi wants to go on a hike…
Love, Ron
And Hermoine!
Harry grinned and went through the rest. Bank statement from Gringotts. He opened this and sighed. They need another vault? Aren't they siphoning off a few knutes every other month into the Weasley's? I hope they never find out. There was also a letter from Mrs. Weasley. This Harry tore into eagerly. She congratulated him on his job choice and invited him to stay over during the summer hols, now that her children except Ginny had left home.
Attached to Mrs. Weasley's letter was a package from Fred and George. Better open that in my room.
"Professor Potter?"
Harry looked up into crystalline eyes. "Yes," Harry glanced at the diagram of the room. "Emily?"
"I'm finished." She handed him a half-filled piece of paper and went to her desk.
"When you're finished, please put them on my desk." There was a rush of children and soon Harry had their papers.
"Professor Potter?" Asked a boy right in front asked.
"Yes?"
"Can we ask you more questions?"
"Of course." Oh boy. Here we go…
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"So, Potter, how was your first day?" Draco asked, sipping his hot latte.
"I'm exhausted!" Harry collapsed into a chair in the teacher's common room.
Snape snickered from his armchair. "It's not so easy, is it Potter?" He asked.
"Heh. You didn't have bratty kids asking just how you killed someone." Harry grimaced.
"You shouldn't let them walk all over you. You should have put your foot down and told them to shut up and mind your own business." Draco left the room laughing.
"Something happen?" Snape wondered.
Harry shrugged and took out the pile of papers and began to read them.
tbc
*Let's just say this is a convenient plot-hole. Voldemort was killed by Harry and um… yeah. That's about all the impact really.
