Summery: What would happen if Harry Potter went
back in time? Not to be a student but to teach? This story is going to be about Harry, at 19, going
back in time to his parents 7th year and teaching Defense Against
the Dark Arts (DADA). What
secrets would be found out? Find out all this and more.
The charm went through with relative ease. Neither of the two
men had any trouble performing it, except for the fact that they felt slightly
guilty. Let's just say that the charm, especially on a Time Turner, is slightly
illegal. Well maybe Sirius wasn't feeling all that guilty, but you catch my
drift. Now both Sirius and Dumbledore
were sitting down going over the last minute details…
"What is your name, again?"
"Ryan White, sir!"
"Do you know Harry Larson?"
"Yes sir."
"Where from?"
"I taught at his school before it was destroyed by
You-Know-Who. He was a great student and was almost like a son to me."
"Good, Good. I think you are ready to go," Dumbledore paused
as Sirius mumbled 'finally' and then continued, "Now you ne—"
"I know. I know," Sirius interrupted.
"I can't change the past, I can't change into Padfoot, I
can't do this, and I can't do that. I got it down. Can I go now?" he pleaded.
"Not quite yet," he smiled at the disappointed look on
Sirius' face, "You really, and I mean really, need to send a letter to Harry
and tell him that you are coming within a certain number of days. I would recommend
you stay in the cave by Hogsmeade for a week or so," Sirius was about to object
but Dumbledore silenced him with a raised hand, "Just hear me out. If you stay
for a week or so you can make a big impact on Halloween. That and it would give
Harry some time to figure out an excuse. If for some—" he looked hard at
Sirius, "—reason that may or may not concern you, Harry should not receive your
letter. Improvise. Harry is a smart man; he will catch on. Well I think you
know everything you need to know in order to go on this trip. Do you have
everything you think you will need?"
"Of course. I've even shrunk it and put it in my pocket, so
I'll be less conspicuous. Now can I go? I know everything I need to know. Can I
go, so I can see my godson?" he said, once again jumping up and down in his
seat like a five-year-old.
Dumbledore smiled at that and said, "Of course. I'm not
stopping you, so why are you still here?"
"I'm not. I'll see you when I get back!" and with that Sirius
was no longer standing in front of Dumbledore.
Dumbledore smiled and shook his head sadly. He mumbled
something before turning to the papers on his desk. It sounded something like,
"I hope he'll listen to me for once."
(well to 'Ryan' anyway)
(quick a/n: The older Sirius will now be referred
to as Ryan White and nothing else. Remember that. :))
Ryan appeared standing in Dumbledore's office, the exact same
spot that he was standing a few moments ago. Luckily no one was in the room and
he was able to get to the Forbidden Forest with relative ease. 'I wonder why…'
he thought. While he was within the Forbidden Forest, he did something
Dumbledore had told him not to do. He changed into Padfoot. He ran through the
forest, not once getting lost, and made it to the cave behind Hogsmeade in less
than a quarter of an hour. He changed
back into his human form and muttered "safe" as he searched his pocket for his
belongings. He smiled as he found the suitcase that was the size of a quarter,
and made it it's normal size. He
quietly wrote the letter to Harry 'Larson', getting more and more depressed
with each word. When he finished Ryan
had a frown on his face.
"Man, I didn't want to do that," he said to himself, "Now all
I have to do is send it, but how? I didn't exactly bring my owl with me… Maybe
Hedwig will come…"
The oddest thing happened then, Hedwig came. Ryan looked
shocked. How had that bird known he was here, let alone that he had needed him?
Ryan smiled at the bird and muttered, "You always were smarter than average,
Hedwig."
Hedwig just hooted in reply. Ryan quickly stroked Hedwig and
gave her the letter. The only thing that could be heard as Hedwig started out
was, "Just hurry and get that to Harry, you hear me?"
"So that's the story of Hedwig," finished Harry, all
thoughts of the letter that Hedwig had delivered gone.
James was amazed, and curious. "So, you're telling me that
Hedwig, that owl you have on your arm, was your first birthday gift."
"Well, that I remember anyway," said Harry laughing, "I
probably had some before my parents were killed."
Sirius' eyes opened wide at that, "Your parents were killed?"
"Yes, murdered actually. But I found the guy who did it, and,"
Harry's face took on a hard edge, "let's just say that he paid me back for the
damage he did," the boys looked shocked at what he said, but after a long
pause, Harry smiled and continued, "Well don't the two of you have a quidditch
match to practice for or something? You know, something better than to visit
with me?"
The two boys just nodded their heads and walked out of the
room without saying a word to Harry. They were halfway to the common room
before either of them said a word to one another. They just looked at each
other and James was the first to speak, "Now do you believe me when I
say that he is different? That he is hiding something from us? From
Dumbledore?"
Sirius just shook his head, he was still in shock, and said,
"I can't believe that I doubted you before, but I still trust the man."
James looked miserable, "I know, I do too. There is just
something around him that demands trust, and no matter how many lose ends I
find out about him, that trust remains."
Sirius suddenly grinned a marauder's grin. James looked at him
and asked, "What? What are you so happy about? Come on tell me!"
Sirius still had that stupid grin on his face as he answered,
"I say we snoop."
James eyes widened and the grin turned to his face.
"Brilliant," he muttered, "Bloody brilliant, Padfoot."
"I know, Prongs," he answered smugly as they walked to the
common room to start making plans, "but let's include Moony in our plans, I
don't want him to feel left out."
"Right, right," answered James distractedly.
Just then Lily ran past them crying. She was going in the
direction of the DADA room. James looked up and started running after her
yelling, "Lily? Lily, wait up! Sirius, just go to the common room without me,
I'll be there in a bit! Lily, what's wrong? I can't help you if you don't stop
running away from me!" But no matter what he said she didn't stop and was
getting closer and closer to Harry's room. But coming the opposite direction
from the blinded Lily was Snape. And she ran right into him and fell down,
still crying hard. Snape snickered, "Awe, the pretty, little Mudblood is
crying. Whatever could be wrong?"
James had caught up to Lily by then and was helping her up. He
just turned to Snape, and, with a disgusted look on his face, said, "For once
in your pitiful life, would you just shut up!"
Snape just snickered more, "If it isn't Potty standing up for
his girlfriend! His mudblood
girlfriend. Is that the best you can do Potty?"
James had a murderous gleam in his eyes as he said, "If you
don't shut up now, I will make you."
Snape just rolled his eyes and said, "No you aren't."
"Want to try me?"
"Whatever…Potty and the mudblood."
"You really must think up a new nickname, those ones are way
too old, " said a new voice, "Now is anyone going to tell me what is going on
here or am I going to have to assume?"
The two enemies looked up and into the green eyes of Harry. No
one said anything. Harry just sighed and said, "Well I guess I am going to have
to tell both of you what I heard. I heard Mr. Snape call Miss Evans a mudblood
and Mr. Potter 'Potty'. So I guess that
will be 40 points from Slytherin and a detention for Mr. Snape. Considering he
was the only one that was provoking a fight and was saying vulgar language.
Taylor will handle your detention. You may go now Mr. Snape," he waited until
Snape had ran down the hall before he continued. Harry smiled kindly at Lily
and James and said, "James you had better go to the common room. I will send
Lily there after a bit, ok?"
There was something in Harry's tone of voice that made James
listen to Harry the first time around. James quickly mumbled ok and headed off
toward the common room once again. Only this time without any thoughts of snooping.
Harry turned to face Lily. "Why don't we go into my office and talk over a cup
of tea. You look like you need to get some things off you chest."
Lily just nodded and followed Harry silently for the few
seconds it took to get to his office. Harry gestured for her to sit down as he
busied himself with making the tea. He handed her a cup and sat down on the
other side of his desk nursing his own. He just looked at her for a few moments
and took a sip of tea before he started talking. "Do you want to tell me what's
wrong? Maybe I can help. I've been through more than you think I have."
Lily looked at Harry and tried to decide whether or not she
could tell him, she decided she could. She took a sip of tea and looked Harry straight
in the eye and said, "That son of a bitch Voldemort—" she spat the name out
like it tasted bad "—killed my parents. And it is all my fault," and with that
she started crying.
"Why do you say that?" asked Harry with concern affecting his
voice.
"Because I'm a witch. And for some reason he has decided to
make me miserable. He killed my parents and left Petunia."
Harry couldn't help snorting when he heard that, but then he
said, "Sorry about that, you said that he left Petunia as though it was a bad
thing. Surely you didn't want her to die?"
"Of course not. It's just, it's just, we don't exactly get
along, in fact she hates me. She probably blames me. I don't doubt that. I
blame myself."
"Stop that," snapped Harry, "you didn't do anything wrong.
Voldemort is a bastard that gets his kicks from killing innocent people. Never
blame yourself."
Lily started crying again, and she yelled, "You don't
understand what it's like! I should have died, not them! Never them!"
Harry smiled gravely, "I understand better than you think."
She looked up at him, "What do you mean?" her voice held a
mean edge to it, "Your parents never died to You-Know-Who. I bet that HE has
never influenced your life!"
"My parents did die to Voldemort. He also attacked my school,
killing friends of mine, hurting others. He came after me and I survived—I
bloody lived! He is going to hurt every single person in this world until he
has what he wants. And unfortunately he wants muggles to die. Like I said, I
know what it is like, I understand, so believe me when I say that one day he
will get what has been coming to him. And you will have a huge part in it."
Lily was shocked. She didn't know what she could possibly say
but "Sorry, I overreacted. I do that sometimes."
Harry smiled at her, "I know you didn't mean it, your parents
were just killed. Hell, I'd be mad too. Now why don't you go back to your
common room and let James know that you're going to be fine. Just remember that
you can always come and talk to me if you need to."
Lily nodded and started to walk out. She paused in the doorway
and said, "You are a mysterious person Harry Larson. But I still trust you. I
don't know why when you talk in circles, but I do. Thank you for talking to
me."
Harry smiled, "Thank you Lily. And you can talk to me about
anything, this I am saying as a friend not as a professor. I don't mind
listening," and with that Lily walked out the door.
Harry was pacing.
Something that he normally didn't do, but today he was beyond nervous. He
hadn't even felt this way when he had dueled Voldemort for the last time. No,
today he was a teacher and today he was going to teach from the heart and not
the book. Something few teachers do for it is harder to teach what we feel than
what we know, mainly so because not many people feel the same as you. Harry
took a few deep calming breathes, didn't work but it was worth the shot, and
marched into his already full room of 7th year Gryffindor and
Slytherin with a look of determination on his face. He rested on the edge of
his desk and looked at everyone in the room. From Lily's empty spot to the
twins from Slytherin in the back. From James' and Sirius' marauder's grins to
Snape's smirk and to everyone's open books. Harry finally spoke, "Please put
away your books. We're going to do things a little different today. I want you
to tell me what you think of a certain, how do I put this, creature. Mr. Snape,
would you please come and join me at the front of the room, James, why don't
you come up too," They both walked slowly up to Harry and stood at either side
of him. Harry continued, "I want you both to win me over to your point of view.
Make me think how you think. Now I would like Snape to go first. I want you to
tell me what you think of…of werewolves," the class gasped and Remus slid
deeper into his seat, "Well are you going to tell me Snape? Or am I going to
have to ask James to go first?"
Snape's face went into a scowl before he started talking,
"Werewolves are pitiful creatures. They come after human beings," Snape glared
at Remus, "and attack them. They are a disgrace to the Wizard Community."
Harry spoke up, "What do you think of them the rest of the time?
Surely you don't think that when there is not a full moon. Do you?"
Snape looked disgusted at Harry, "They are a disgrace, when
they are human or otherwise. They are not to be trusted when they are human or
otherwise."
Harry then did something unexpected, he questioned. "Why do
you think that? Do you personally know a werewolf, as to make that
assumption?"
Snape looked a little put out about his questions and said,
rather dejectedly, "Well, no I don't know a werewolf personally, why would you
want to? I don't know why I think that, doesn't everyone? I mean you don't have
to know a werewolf in order to know that they are untrustworthy."
Harry smiled at Snape and said, "Thank you for giving your
thoughts on the matter. You may go sit down now."
Harry shifted position a bit so that he was facing James and he
gave James a lopsided grin. "So James, you know what I am going to ask. Win me
over."
James thought for a moment and, after a pause, replied, "They
may go after humans, but they can't help it. They have PMS," some of the class
giggled, and Harry laughed, "You know, post moon syndrome. They can't help how
they act; it's natural for them. I think it is ok to fear them. But only when
there is a full moon. Other times, when they are human, they are just like you
and me. There is no difference. I may or may not know a werewolf but my opinion
will never change. I never deem a person untrustworthy unless I know them
personally to be so. Do you have any questions for me Harry?"
"No questions, you answered yourself well. You may go sit down
now James," Harry turned to face the class as James walked back to his seat. He
then continued, "There you go, two completely different opinions on the same
matter—one with backing and one without. Now five points to both houses for
answering my question. (A/N:I can't believe I just gave points to Snape! Spare
me now! LOL.) I know a werewolf, in fact he is a good friend of mine. In that
frame of thought I would have to side with James. There is no good reason to
believe that werewolves are any different than the rest of us. I am not saying
that werewolves are not dangerous when there is a full moon, quite the
opposite, but when they are humans they are harmless. Unless, of course, they
are a wizard gone bad," that got a few weak chuckles out of a few of them, "Now
there are a few things you can do to defend yourself against a werewolf during
a full moon…"
That lesson was the best yet. For the students didn't just
learn how to defend themselves from werewolves, they also learned a lesson in
morality. And that is the greatest of them all. Of course, morality won't help
during a full moon. After class a few people stayed behind. Well three of the
marauders did. Harry was sitting behind his desk looking at some papers when
James, Sirius, and Remus came up to him. Harry looked up when they stood a few
feet away from him. He smiled, "Is there something I can do for you?"
Remus, who had began to look him in the eye after Harry had
told the class that he was friends with a werewolf, was the first to speak, "I
want to thank you for what you said in the lesson. You know about werewolves
not being any different than anyone else when there isn't a full moon. That was
really nice of you."
James and Sirius nodded
their heads in agreement and Harry looked sadly at them. "Would the two of you
please leave the room? I would like to talk to Remus for a moment. Alone."
The two of them left without a word but as soon as they were
in the hall they expressed their curiosity. James looked at Sirius and
whispered, "See I told you. He has more secrets than anyone. I have a feeling
he knows more about us than he is letting on. I swear I will find out his
secret."
Back in the room Harry motioned for Remus to have a seat in
front of him. Remus was confused as to why Harry wanted to speak to him. And he
stated so.
"Well," replied Harry, "You looked a little nervous in class
today. Any particular reason why?"
Remus started to stutter, "M-me? N-nervous? W-w-why would
y-you th-think th-that?"
Harry just smiled and said, "I know why you were nervous. I
figured it out a while ago."
Remus just looked at Harry and barely got out, "You do?"
"Yes, you my dear friend are a werewolf. But I don't care."
Remus was shocked. He didn't care that he was a werewolf. Why
did Harry say that? Everyone cares. "Sir," he finally asked, "may I ask why you
don't care?"
"Well you asked didn't you? I don't care because you are a
friend and why should it matter to me if once a month you turn into a monster?
You're human the rest of the time, aren't you? And that's all that matters to
me."
Remus finally stuttered out a thank you and Harry replied,
"Why are you thanking me? I only said what I thought. And I think you better go
catch up to James and Sirius now. You don't want to keep them waiting any
longer," and with that Harry went back to reading those papers, as he was doing
before the three boys came up to him. Remus, still a little dazed, walked out
into the hall, just to face a questioning James and Sirius. Remus just quietly
said, "That is a great man," and started walking to the common room with James
and Sirius following.
A/N: I know it took me a
long time to get this done. Please forgive me. Thank you to all my wonderful
reviews--you people are the best. You guys are giving me a lot of ideas. I
still honestly can't believe you people like my story. I will try to get the next part up within a
week, but I don't want to jinx that. Before I forget, it will be some time
before the older Sirius will major come into the story. Sorry!
Sorry to Krazy Kris, because
I didn't let her read it first. And thanks to her for making me write.
*Important* I want you to know three things that you need to
know about my story. One: I have realized I have been spelling Professor
McGonnagal wrong. It is spelled McGonagall. Please overlook this. I will try to
change it later. Two: I know I have errors in here. Once again please
try to overlook this. And Three: I have found it will be too hard to
have both Sirius' names be Sirius. So for now on the older Sirius will be
referred to as Ryan. Try to remember that.
Once again, I want to thank all my reviewers. You people are awesome. And you are the only thing that keeps me writing!
Well that and Krazy Kris would kill me if I didn't write. LOL.
TTFN,
someone2