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.
Chapter
7: Quidditch Games and Surprises
Ryan was giddy. He had been here for almost a week, but he
couldn't leave. Not yet anyway. He had to wait until Halloween, just because
Dumbledore told him to. He sighed. He had not talked to anyone but himself for
the time that he was in that cave and he was bored. The going out of his mind
kind of bored, the kind that drives people nuts. The only other time he had
been this bored was when he spent the 12 years confined within the walls of
that blasted prison. The only thing that had kept him from going nuts now was
the fact that he had his wand. Ryan had transfigured a rock into a ball, and
was throwing it at the cave wall, while singing '100 Bottles of Butterbeer on
the wall'. For the third time. Only two days until Saturday, the day he would
go to Hogwarts, the day that is also known as Halloween.
James was in the locker room getting ready to play
quidditch. The first game of the season was going to be a pushover since James
was the captain of the Gryffindor team. Well that and they were playing
Hufflepuff. James looked around the room and all that he could see were the
nervous faces that every team member wore. He quickly stood on a bench and cleared his throat so that everyone's
eyes were on him. He tried to smile reassuringly as he talked. "Ok everyone,
this is the first game. Not as important as the Cup, but important enough for
us to kick some Hufflepuff butt! Which of course we will do, right?" the team
cheered and James continued, "Well if we're all ready let's go out and do what
we trained to do—win!"
The team walked out and got into position. The game was ready
to begin and begin it did. Up in the stands Harry was sitting next to
Dumbledore. Dumbledore looked at the young man sitting next to him. That man so
like James but with such a different look in his eyes. The look of one who was
an adult, but Dumbledore was unwilling to believe that he could have that look.
Why he was still young! He couldn't have been through enough ordeals to do that
to him. Harry's eyes glazed over in happiness as he watched the game unfold.
Dumbledore nudged him with his elbow and asked, "Do you play? You really seem
to love the game."
Harry turned his attention from the game to the old man
sitting next to him. He gave a heartwarming smile as he answered, "Yes, I do
play. People tell me I'm quite good in fact. I've only lost one game."
Dumbledore just sighed and thought, 'Is there anything this
boy can't do?' Before he asked, "Really? What position do you play?"
"Seeker."
Dumbledore nodded and replied with just an, "Oh."
"I really miss it though. It was always a sense of freedom for
me—a way to escape my troubles. Wow," Harry said as James scored a goal, making
the score 50-10, "James is really good. The whole Gryffindor team is good."
"Yes, they are. They have won the Inter-House Quidditch Cup
for the last few years running," Dumbledore responded while thinking, 'What
troubles could he possibly have?'
"I could imagine. Who is the captain?"
"James Potter. He seems to have a real knack for quidditch,
he's always been good at it."
"Oh really? How long has he been on the team?"
Dumbledore snuck another look at Harry before replying, "Since
his second year."
Harry nodded and turned his attention back to the game. He
mumbled, "The snitch is in front your damn face, go get it."
Dumbledore heard him say something and said, "What did you
say? I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention."
Harry didn't turn his face from the game when he replied.
Harry gestured to the far right of the Gryffindor seeker and said, "The snitch
is right in front of her and she doesn't even notice—wait, I think the she saw
it…yes she did…and the snitch is caught! Gryffindor wins!" Harry cheered with
the other Gyffindors.
Dumbledore laughed at the childish expression on Harry's face
and thought, 'So there is a kid in there somewhere. Can't say I blame him. I
always did like Gryffindor to win.'
Harry turned to look for Taylor, but she wasn't there. He
nudged Dumbledore to get his attention and asked, "Have you seen Taylor?"
Dumbledore looked around and said, "No, last time I saw her
she was going back into the castle. She said something about Slytherin never
having a chance at the cup if the Gryffindor team keeps that up. She's probably
in the castle."
Harry nodded distractedly and said, "You're probably right,
but something doesn't seem quite right. It doesn't feel quite right. I think I
am going to go find her."
Dumbledore nodded and Harry started walking down towards the
quidditch field. He didn't make it very far before something happened. That
something being Lily. She had ran into him as she was rushing to get
Dumbledore. Harry grabbed her by the shoulders making her face him, his face
grew concerned grew concerned at the panicked expression on her face. "Lily,"
he asked searching her green eyes with his own, "What's wrong? Why were you
running like that?"
Lily was still panting from running but she managed to get out
the importance of the message. "Dark…Mark," she gasped.
Harry's eyes grew dark as he squeezed her shoulders
reassuringly. "Where?" he asked as kindly as he could.
Lily was still a little out of breath but she cold talk
normally now. She took a deep breath before answering, "Between Hagrid's hut
and the castle. James told me to get Professor Dumbledore while he checked it
out."
Harry smiled and said, "Well why don't you tell him now? I
think I'm going to go check it out," he let go of her shoulders as he turned
and started walking.
"Harry," he heard Lily call.
Harry turned to face her, "What?" he called back.
Lily frowned as if what she was going to say puzzled her, "Be
careful."
Harry smiled and started walking backwards. "Oh I will," he
said as he turned as started running down to where she had said the Dark Mark
had been.
Lily quickly made her way over to the confused mage. She
quickly filled him in on the whereabouts of the Dark Mark. Dumbledore rushed to
the spot she had described with Lily following close behind. A circle of people
had formed around the mark and Harry. The people were scared, whether it be
from the Dark Mark or the person who Harry was kneeling next to. Harry rose and
turned to face Dumbledore as he and Lily approached. Lily was afraid of Harry
at that moment. He seemed to just radiate power. She ran over to James and he
held her tightly with his chin resting on the top of her head. His eyes held a
grim determination similar to that in Harry's eyes and stature. Harry walked up
to Dumbledore and stood looking him right in the eyes as he started to speak.
"Taylor, sir," he said answering the unspoken question, "The killing curse.
Probably administered by one of Voldemort's Death Eaters. There is no way in
hell that Tom," he spat the name, the cold look still in his eyes, "would come
here."
He turned to face the now dead Taylor before he continued. "I
would have to say she's been dead 20 minutes—tops. Damn it, I hate that man,"
He said shaking his head.
Dumbledore's face was grim. "That poor woman," he paused as he
processed Harry's last comment, "You aren't afraid of him, are you?"
Harry turned to face Dumbledore before admitting a harsh
laugh. "Who? Old Moldywarts? No, I am not afraid of him. Hate, yes. Fear, no."
Dumbledore looked at him in disbelief. "Why?" he asked, "If
you don't fear him, what do you fear?"
Harry looked the man straight in the eyes without blinking.
Dumbledore shivered. "Fear in it's self, is what I fear. You are not afraid of
him either, so why is it so odd for me not to fear him also? I am not afraid of
dieing, for I know if I do it was the sake of something good. I am not afraid
of torture, for it is only pain. And if you take those two things away from
him, I know, there is nothing else to fear."
Dumbledore smiled. "Such wise words from such a young man."
Harry smiled in response, "Wisdom comes not only from age but
from experience. You should know that. If you will excuse me I will be in my
room. I'll see you later," and with that he walked off.
Dumbledore just sighed as Harry walked off and faced the
student that had surrounded him. During the time he and Harry had been talking
all their eyes had been on the two of them. Dumbledore then spoke. "A tragic
thing has accorded, a person has been murdered. I will not hide the cause, as
most of you already know it. It was because of Voldemort. Well rather
Voldemort's supporters. I beg of you to be careful of where you are and what you
do whether you are at school or at your home, just be careful. I know I cannot
make decisions for you but I can tell you this: the good always prevails over
evil, so never doubt the good. Now Professor Taylor Vin was a wonderful person
and a miraculous professor. Always remember her. She is not the first to die at
the hands of Voldemort nor will she be the last but that is not a reason to let
her death go by unnoticed. Remember all that is good and all that life is worth
and never let that go," and with that Dumbledore walked toward the school.
(Otherwise known as Halloween)
The sun was already out and in full force before Ryan woke up
with a start the next morning. His first thought when he popped up from his bed
was, 'I get to see Harry! I get to see Harry!' and that was enough to get
anyone to hurry. He was dressed to kill in muggle style clothing. A black form
fitting t-shirt and black leather pants. (A/n: I'm sorry but come on! He has to
make a 'killer' impression! LOL. I know horrible aren't I?) His face was
freshly shaved and his hair was neatly cut. The only thing his style seemed to
be missing was a motorcycle, and, well, we all know he had one of those. Of
course he wasn't going to use it today. He wanted to make a good impression;
well as good as he got any way. He even polished his wand in order to do that!
He took a path from the cave to the town down below—he was going to walk into
Hogwarts in a non-frightening way. Meaning he wasn't going to go to the school
from the Forbidden Forest. It didn't take him long to get to the school and sit
by the lake. That was where he had told Harry to meet him. The note had said
meet him by the lake at 2:30, but Harry wasn't there. Ryan sat down on a rock
and waited… and waited… and waited. Sirius checked his watch. It read 2:45…
3:30…4:00… 4:05. "That's it," Ryan growled, "I am going in. He obviously
doesn't read his mail. I'll have to talk to him about that," his growl turned
to worry, "I hope that Harry will catch on quickly once I do go in."
Ryan marched up to the gigantic doors and knocked. No one
came. He knocked again and someone opened the door. The woman looked Ryan over
and pursed her lips at what she saw. Ryan glanced at the strict woman standing
in the door and opened his mouth to speak but she got to it first. "Are you
here for the open teaching position?" she snapped, not at all like this man's
presence. He looked familiar though.
"Yes I am here for the position. I'm sorry but could you
refresh my memory and tell me what subject it is? I am a bit forgetful," he
said smiling charmingly at her.
She didn't responded to the charm that Ryan had laid on and
she showed that by snapping. "Potions. If you will follow me Mr. …I'm sorry I
don't think I caught your name."
"Nope that's not it,"
he said trying to make the situation a little lighter, "My name is Ryan White
not 'I'm sorry I don't think I caught your name'. Okay," he said half to
himself after seeing her glare at him, "that obviously didn't work," and he started
following her.
He grinned at the students that looked at him in the hall and
realized that McGonagall was talking to him. "Hmmm," he asked, "What did you
say?"
"I said my name is Minerva McGonagall and I am the transfiguration
professor here, I should hope you remember that. Here we are. Chunky Monkey,"
she snapped at the gargoyle and she quickly walked in as Ryan chuckled and
followed. "Albus? You have a person here for the position of Potions Master.
His name is Ryan White."
The old mage looked up from where he had been reading a
letter. He glanced at Ryan as Ryan casually plopped himself down in a chair. He
looked at McGonagall. "Thank you Minerva. I think I can handle it from here,"
he continued to look at the middle age man sitting in front of him as she left
the room. "Now Mr. White—"
"Ryan," he interrupted, "My name is Ryan."
"Yes, Ryan, as I was saying before, or as I was going to say,
you will need to answer a few questions of mine and take a test before you will
get the position. Does that sound alright with you?" The man nodded with a
cocky smile on his face. That brought an unwelcome thought to the old man's
mind, one that he had been having often, 'Why does that seem so familiar?"
"Well then let's start the questions. Have you taught before?"
"Yes, I have."
"Really? Where at?"
"In Ireland sir. The school was destroyed by Voldemort last
year."
"Do you know a Harry Larson?"
Ryan nodded, faking a confused look, "Yes I do, very well in
fact. Why do you ask?"
"You do? Do you know that is the DADA teacher here for this
year?"
Ryan eyes grew wide, "He is? Wow, he never told me where he
was going, and I run into him here of all places."
"What do you mean he never told you where he was going? Why
would he tell you that?"
"Well you see, sir, I am his godfather. He is almost like a
son to me, so I would think he would mention where he was going."
"Oh, I see. I take it your records were destroyed with the
school then?" Ryan nodded, "Very well let's have you take the test. If you'll
excuse me while I go get it?"
Ryan just sat there looking around the office thinking two
things. One being, 'Things never change around here,' and the other being, 'Oh
god I hope I can pass this test.' He didn't have time to dwell on those
thoughts because Dumbledore soon came back into the room. He gave the test and
a quill to Ryan and said, "You may begin," and begin Ryan did.
The first few pages were relatively easy, in Ryan's opinion,
but got harder and harder as he got further into the test. This test wasn't a
hundred pages like Harry's was—it was only fifty. And Ryan was very thankful
for small promises like that. He was able to finish before the clock stuck five.
He handed the completed test to Dumbledore and started pacing as he corrected
it. Dumbledore looked up at him with an amused expression on his face after he
had finished correcting it. "Ryan, would you mind sitting down? We need to
discuss something," he said to the pacing man with a smile on his face. Ryan
looked at him and sat down faster than you could blink. He stared at the old
man. Dumbledore laughed at this and said, "Congratulations, you have the job.
You will be announced during the Halloween feast, which is in about a half
hour, so we better get you settled. Do you have any belongings with you?"
Ryan pulled a shrunk trunk and suitcase from one of his
pockets. He gave a cheeky grin and said, "I find it best to always be
prepared."
"Well if you are all set let's show you to your rooms," and
with that they started walking down towards the dungeons. They got there fairly
quickly and Dumbledore gestured to the door to his right, "That is the Potions
classroom and your office is attached to it inside," he took a few steps
forward and gestured to the paneled wall to his left, "and this is your room.
The password is 'always remember'. I'll let you take a look around and," he
looked at Ryan's outfit, "get changed if you want. And then we have to head
over to the Great Hall for the feast. Okay?"
Ryan just nodded and stepped inside his room. He nearly gagged
when he saw it. It was completely in Slytherin colors. The only thing in the
room that wasn't was the large oak desk that was sitting in one of the corners.
The large four-poster bed was the main feature in the room; it was covered in
the Slytherin colors. And I mean covered. Ryan turned around to face Dumbledore
after he set his belongings down and had enlarged them. Dumbledore took a look
around the room quick and remembered something. "Oh! Before I forget Ryan, you
are the head of Slytherin. It is a part of the Potions job."
Ryan's frown turned slowly into a grin as he thought about
that. It was at a full-fledged smile by the time he replied. "Of course it is,
I wouldn't have it any other way. Shall we go down to the Great Hall now?"
Dumbledore smiled and nodded. "As for lesson plans Taylor, the
old potions teacher, has a record of what to do for the rest of the year. You
can use that or you can change it. Whichever thing you see fit. Let's go."
The two men walked silently down to the Great Hall and they
walked in that way also. Everyone grew silent as the saw Dumbledore and the new
person. Well everyone except Harry that is. He hadn't even noticed. Dumbledore
walked up to the head table and said, "Happy Halloween everyone! I hope you
will enjoy the feast that has been made for tonight, but before we begin I must
introduce someone. Ryan, please stand up. This is your new potions master and
head of Slytherin, Professor Ryan White. Please give him a warm welcome," Harry
had realized that Dumbledore was talking by now and that there was someone new
here. But Harry couldn't see the person, the headmaster blocked him from view.
Dumbledore continued to talk, "Well now that we know who everyone is let's
start with the feast," and with that Dumbledore sat down.
Harry had a complete view of the person known as Ryan White
and when he saw who it was, he groaned. "Oh god not him. Please let it be
anyone but him!" he cried and dropped his head onto the table.
Ryan grinned when he heard that and went to sit down next to
him. He said, "Harry, Harry, Harry. Is that any way to treat your godfather?"
Harry looked up. "When it's you? Of course. Do you think I
would treat you any other way? Now are you going to tell me," he looked around
and whispered, "how the hell you got here?"
"Oh, you know who," Ryan said cockily.
"He didn't! Why would he! I mean, it's you!"
Ryan glared at Harry. "So it's okay for him to help you but
it's not okay for him to help me?"
Harry burst out laughing and nodded.
"Hey! That hurts! I mean who can resist the puppy eyes?" he saw
that Harry was going to answer and said, "No don't answer that. Come on! You
can't tell me that you aren't a little happy to see me. After all that trouble
I went through just so I could see you!"
"Of course I am happy to see you. I haven't seen you in
months! Ryan, how are Ron and Hermione?"
"They are worried about you. Terrible so. That excuse you gave
was not satisfactory. I mean why would you hide from Death Eater's when you
didn't even hide from Voldemort."
Harry winced. "It was, well, you know who's idea. So where's
your room?"
"It's by the potions classroom. Do you want to know the worst
thing about it?" he groaned, "The whole room is in Slytherin colors! And I have
to be nice to the Slytherins now that I'm the head of their house!"
Harry burst out laughing at that picture and said, "How did
that happen?"
"It came with the job," he grumbled.
No one really seemed to notice this friendly banter except for
two people. Sirius and James. They had been watching the two men talk for the
whole conversation and had heard the whole thing.
A/N: The end…for now. Sorry
this wasn't up within a week but it was still up pretty fast. Well for my
standards anyway. I don't own anything that you've seen in the books. Before I
forget, I have to thank the people who told me about the map, you gave me the
most awesome idea for a part.
Also, thank you to all the
people who reviewed. You are amazing!! I am still shocked about the response
this story has been getting and you people keep on amazing me with every review
I read.
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