Chapter 2
Harry drove steadily all night, without stopping for gas, (the car never ran out of gas) and the entire time, thinking about the war between himself and Lord Voldemort. How it started, the causalities, his newfound powers, and Dumbeldore's secret that he never told Harry. Over the years that Voldemort had risen, Harry had developed new skills, such as Magik (wandless magic), Anamagenis (can transform into any animal), necromancy, telethapy, and telekinesis. He had mastered these skills and they had saved his lives many uh times.
Harry arrived at the Leaky Cauldron around 9:00 AM the next day, in a sudden downpour of rain. He ambled in and asked Tom if he'd seen Hermione; he said to meet at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor. Harry thanked the toothless in keeper, and set out into the courtyard. He tapped the correct brick to reveal the gateway into his world. Harry set out immediately to the parlor.
Hermione was sitting outside under an umbrella, eating a strawberry sundae, when he walked over. When she saw him, she leapt up, ran over, and jumped into his arms, planting a well-placed kiss right on his mouth.
" Hey Herm, how are you doing?" asked Harry, staring into those deep brown eyes.
She looked at him and replied, "Now I'm great."
Harry led her, hand in hand, out to his new car.
"Wow, Harry where'd you get this?" Hermione asked.
" Ron gave it to me as a birthday present." He replied.
Harry walked over to the other side of the car, Hermione trailing, and opened the door for her.
Harry climbed in the other side, whispered," Ready?" to Hermione.
"Ready!" exclaimed Hermione, "Lets open her up!"
Harry turned the key in the ignition, and the engine roared to life. He flipped a little switch on top of the stick shift, pressed the little red button that was squeaking,
"Don't press me!" and when he did, it said, "AW here we go!"
The black car shot of into the gloom faster than you could say Hermione's name correctly (HAHA)!
Professor Dumbledore was sitting in his office, when the young couple walked in.
"Harry, Hermione, how nice to see you again! How are you doing?" Dumbledore inquired, the familiar twinkle in his eye.
"Not bad, how about yourself?" asked Harry, a hint of concern in his voice.
" Well I'm still puttering around," laughed he old man.
"Now as I understand, you two would like teaching positions, correct?" asked Dumbledore.
They both nodded their heads.
"Okay then, what would you like to teach this year?" Dumbledore asked.
"This year? We still have a year left!" exclaimed Hermione.
"You mean the owls didn't get there?" exclaimed Dumbledore, with mock surprise, "Well, with all your 'adventures' in the past six years, you, Harry, and Ron, have surpassed all of the N.E.W.T.s, and secretly graduated last year, secretly even to you!"
"Really? Awesome! Ron won't believe it!" burst Harry, with a stupid grin on his face.
"So back to the subject at hand, weird word choice, what would you like to teach?" repeated the wizened old professor.
"I," replied Hermione, "would like to teach Charms, but what about Professor Flitwick?"
"Well, Flitwick was killed by Death Eaters, terrible, terrible… but I guess you've got the job." Dumbledore said, " What about you, Harry?"
"I think D.A.D.A would be a good choice, seeing as I've had enough experience in that already." said Harry.
" You've got a point there," mused Dumbledore, "and I guess seeing as the job is 'jinxed', you've got it."
" Now for official business, you two need to be here three days before term, and by the way, would you like a dual or separate dorm?" asked Dumbledore, as they rose from their seats.
"Together," they replied in unison.
"Well that settles it," said Dumbledore, as they were walking out the door, "Good bye, and drive carefully!"
They waved goodbye to their new employer, and set off to the "New Burrow".