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
8: Secrets and Snooping
"Did you hear that?" a disgruntled James asked
gesturing to two of the teachers at the head table.
"Unfortunately I think I did," replied Sirius frowning. "I
believe I heard the new professor say that 'you-know-who' sent him."
"That wasn't what I meant when I said that! I think that
that's Harry's godfather!" he said with an excited look in his eyes.
"I kind of figured that," he said looking at James in
disbelief. "Would you mind filling me in on why the new guy saying that
'you-know-who' sent him, not to mention the fact the guy also sent Harry, is
not a big deal?"
James looked at Sirius in surprise. "You don't get it do you?"
Sirius shook his head no, "I don't think they meant You-Know-Who as in
Voldemort, I think they meant you-know-who as in Harry's mentor!"
Sirius rolled his eyes. "And why would you think that?"
"Because," said James getting exasperated, "Have you every
once, during the whole time we have known Harry, heard him call Voldemort
You-Know-who?"
"Well, no," he admitted.
"See, we have nothing to worry about. Now can we get to the
important thing about him?"
Sirius laughed, realizing that James was right and putting it
behind him. "And what is that?"
"He's cool! And he doesn't like Slytherins," he said eyes
lighting up, "and he is the head of Slytherin. Can you imagine how that could
work in our favor?"
Sirius started to grin, eyes also lighting up. "I can only
imagine the possibilities. So do we pull—"
"What are you two going to do to the new professor?" Lily
interrupted from the other side of James.
Sirius faked an innocent look and asked, "Why would you even
think such a thing? I mean when have we ever played a prank on a professor?"
Lily opened her mouth to speak but James cut in. "So, Lils,
what do you think of the new professor Ryan White?"
Lily giggled and gave a
mischievous smile. "Well he is hot. I mean Harry is hotter but the new guy is
still really cute. Did you see his pants? I mean just by seeing those half the
girls in the school got a crush on him. The other half has a crush on Harry, in
case you wanted to know."
James looked outraged. "Lily!" he cried in disbelief.
Sirius and Lily burst out laughing at the look on James face.
She made amends. "Well I love you. Not Harry or Ryan. Though I do admit that I
think Harry and Professor White are cute…"
Sirius stopped laughing and stared at Lily along with James.
"What did you say Lily Evans?" they said at the same time.
Lily started laughing so hard she was doubled in half and
clutching her sides. "I just couldn't help
it," she gasped.
James and Sirius looked at each other. They just sighed and
said, in the same depleted tone, "Girls," while shaking their heads.
What they didn't know was that during that time Harry and Ryan
had made plans to meet in Harry's room.
"Harry, I just can't believe that they are alive. And
right in front of my eyes!" Ryan practically shouted from a large red recliner.
He and Harry had just recently met in Harry's room and were discussing James
and Lily, and everyone else.
"I know what you mean. Though I do have one thing to ask you,"
said Harry slyly from another large red recliner.
Ryan frowned at him. "What is that?" he replied suspiciously.
Harry smiled and said, "Were you always that hard to teach?"
and he started laughing.
Ryan just stared at Harry for a moment before he replied.
"Yes," he stated and burst out laughing.
"Man," Ryan shook his head in disbelief, "I can't believe they
are right in front of my eyes. I mean I still remember the pranks we did using
the map…"
Harry stopped laughing and frowned. "What did you say about
the map?"
"Nothing really. I just said I remembered the pranks we played
and how we used the map. Why do you ask?"
Harry sat silently for a few moments before he replied
quietly. "Sirius, we have a bit of a problem." Harry quickly got up and walked
over to his dresser. He rummaged silently until he pulled out a small wooden
box.
Ryan looked at the box curiously and asked, feeling more and
more confused, "What's that? And what's our problem?"
Harry didn't answer. He just sat back down and opened the box
in his lap. He looked at Ryan for a moment and pulled out an old piece of
parchment. Harry handed it to him and put the box on the floor next to him.
"That, my dear godfather, is our problem."
Ryan just looked blankly at the parchment before realizing
what it was. He smiled and looked back up at Harry. "What did you just say?"
Harry just frowned and said, "Just say the password and look
at the map."
Ryan did as Harry had asked but didn't see anything
unusual. "Harry," he asked confused,
"What about the map?"
"Sirius," Harry said exasperated, "look for us on the map. It
doesn't say Harry Larson and Ryan White. It says Harry Potter and Sirius Black!
If I am not mistaken, they still have the map! We need to get it out of their
hands before they see our names."
Ryan's eyes grew wide and the color drained out of his face.
"This could end up being a problem," he admitted.
Harry rolled his eyes. "You have a knack for stating the
obvious don't you?"
"Well it has always been my specialty. Now back to the point.
How do we get the map?"
"We?" Harry said in disbelief, "I can't get on their bad side!
You will have to get it."
"Why me?"
"Well you do know where the map is and you are a marauder—"
"Fine, I'll do it," he interrupted, "I'll go into the dorm
tonight when they are asleep and take the map. Ok?"
Harry smiled triumphantly and said, "Fine with me. Except for
one thing…"
"And what is that?"
"What are you going to do with the map once you get it?"
"I don't know… keep it? No, that wouldn't work… Oh! I got it!
I'll give it to Filch!"
Harry nodded in approval. "Good idea. By the way, I pity you."
"Why," Ryan asked felling confused.
"You have to be civil to Snape."
"Oh just shut up."
"No thank you."
(and I mean *really*early)
'Why did I let Harry talk me into this?' Ryan thought as he
quietly snuck into the seventh year boy's dorms. He quickly located James' bed,
the one closest to the window. He went over there and opened James' trunk.
There was a secret compartment that only the marauders knew about, and that was
where the map was. He grabbed the map and didn't waste any time getting out of
the Gryffindor common room. He wouldn't breath properly until the map was out
of his hands and into Filch's. Ryan started walking fast to get to Filch's
office but didn't make it all the way before he saw something. Mrs. Norris to
be exact. Ryan grinned evilly and walked up to the old cat. He gave it a swift
kick and the cat sprung off like a rocket. A few moments later Filch appeared,
out of breath, around the corner. Ryan quickly faked a disgusted look and
turned to face the man. "I saw some brat kick your poor cat, Mr. Filch," Ryan
said with a fake sneer, "The kid got away but he dropped this parchment." Ryan
held out the map for him to take. "It looks pretty normal to me but I wouldn't
put it past these infernal kids to do something to it. I'll give it to you for
safekeeping. Good night," and without letting Filch even get one word in, Ryan
turned around and went to his room.
"Sirius," called James while looking in his trunk, "Have you
seen the map lately?"
"No," came the reply.
"How about you, Remus? Peter?"
"No," they both answered.
"Then the question is," James said looking up at the rest of
the marauders, "where is it?"
A few weeks later…
"And that, my dear Gryffindors and Slytherins, is how you make
a permanent color changing potion. It will change your skin the color of the
brewer's choice. One thing that is interesting about it is that it should
usually last a week or two no matter what. There is no reverse to it," said
Ryan during one of his seventh year classes.
James sat twirling his quill absentmindedly. He just could
not place where the map had gone. Well that and he was thinking about Harry and
the now elusive Professor White. Both were the most well like teachers in the
school, save Dumbledore. But there was something odd about them. It just seemed
as though there was a huge secret that both of them were hiding and James was
no closer to figuring it out. And it was making him mad. It had never taken
that long for him to find out someone's secret. Another thing about them that
he was thinking about was his trust in them. He didn't understand why he
trusted them but he knew deep down in his heart that he could put his life in
their hands. He didn't like the way that he just openly trusted them, but there
was just something around them that said that he had known them all his life.
And he had learned to trust his gut on these matters—it seemed to be the only
thing that told the truth, no matter what.
"James?" a voice broke him out of his thinking. He looked up
into the eyes of Ryan. "Are you going to go to lunch now or are you planning on
staying here the whole day?"
James laughed and almost missed the look of sadness that
passed on Ryan's face. "I think I'll go to lunch now."
"Good, I wouldn't want to be the reason why you missed out on
your last year of school. Because I know how wonderful I am and how people
never want to leave my presence," Ryan said, eyes crinkling with laughter.
James laughed even harder as he walked toward the doors. "Man
Professor White, do you know you remind me of someone?"
"I do?" he asked faking a shocked look, "Who do I remind you
of?"
James shook his head and stepped in the doorway. He turned
around and looked at the professor. "I don't know. It's like with Harry. Every
time I think I figure something out there always seems to be one more thing
before I find the answer."
"Harry isn't someone you are going to get an answer from. He
has more secrets than the Egyptian pyramids."
"What do you mean sir?" James asked stepping back into the
room to stand by Ryan.
"Let's go for a walk,"
James nodded in agreement and they started walking. Ryan didn't continue until
they were a good distance away from his classroom. "What I mean is that Harry
is someone special. There is a lot about him that no one knows."
"Not even you?" James asked in disbelief.
Ryan nodded and said, "Not even me. Though there is something
I can tell you," he said getting a familiar gleam in his eyes, "Harry is…"
A hand clamped over his mouth and a new voice spoke, "Right
behind you."
James looked at the new voice. "Hey Harry."
Harry turned his attention to James for a minute and said,
"Hey James," before he glared at Ryan. "Ryan, it seems that you and I need to
talk. Tonight. Come to my room later and we'll talk then. I have a class to
teach otherwise we'd talk now."
He leaned to Ryan's ear and whispered something that James
couldn't hear, but from the look on Ryan's face it wasn't good. Harry moved his
hand from Ryan's mouth to clap his shoulder. "I'll talk to you two later.
Remember what I said Ryan. Tonight we talk and there is no way you can get out
of it. See you later James," and with that he walked off.
James turned to Ryan and he asked, "So? What were you going to
say before Harry interrupted?"
Ryan, still looking a little white from Harry's comment,
turned to look at James. "I can't tell you. Harry would kill me if I did and
trust me that's the least he could do," and with that Ryan walked back towards
his office.
James looked at Ryan's retreating back in disbelief. Just when
he thought that he would find out one of Harry's secrets that happened.
An evil look came into James' eyes as a grin spread across his face. Tonight
would be the night that he and Sirius would snoop. It was no use taking Remus
because he would hear no bad about his favorite professor. And Peter. He would
just give them away. Yep, he had better just keep it to him and Sirius. He
would find out what Harry's secret was if it killed him.
Ryan slowly walked up to the stone nymph. He wasn't looking
forward to this—not at all. He had almost told their biggest secret and Harry
had caught him. Boy was he ever in for it now. Ryan couldn't even start to
imagine what Harry was going to do, let alone what he could do. He said the
password and was surprised to see Harry sitting in a chair watching his door.
Ryan hesitated when he saw that Harry was glaring at him. "Hi," Ryan said
overly cheerful. "What did you want to talk to me about?"
Harry continued to glare at Ryan. But he didn't speak.
"Um… I'll just sit down," Ryan said when the silence got to be
too much. He was starting to get nervous.
They sat in silence for a long time, with Ryan making a few
comments here and there, and Harry just silently glaring at him. Ryan was
getting more and more nervous, Harry hadn't been this mad since Voldemort and
his Death Eaters had made a come back in his fifth year. And the only time he
had been madder was when he had faced Voldemort for the last time.
Harry finally spoke in a deadly quiet tone. "Ryan…"
The 7th year boys' dormitory…
"Sirius," James said impatiently, "hurry up! I want to get
there soon!"
"I'm coming, I coming," came the muffled reply. "I just can't
find my lucky shoes! I found one of them but do you think I could find the
other?"
James looked away from Sirius, who was sprawled out under his
bed, to the doorway where a blue high top shoe was sitting innocently.
"Hey Sirius," James said fighting the urge to laugh, "is the lucky
shoe you are looking for a blue high top?"
Sirius rushed out from under the bed to look at James eagerly.
"Yes it is! Have you seen it? I've looked everywhere and I can't find it
anywhere!"
James burst out laughing. He calmed down enough to say,
"Everywhere you say? I guess everywhere doesn't include the doorway, does it?"
He looked at James confusedly and then looked at the doorway.
His eyes lit up as he saw his shoe. "Awesome," he cried as he walked over and
picked it up. He cradled the shoe in the crook of his arm and said in a baby
voice, "I thought I had lost you, yes I did, yes I did. Don't ever do that to
me again. I couldn't bear to lose you, no I couldn't…"
James rolled his eyes and interrupted. "Today Sirius."
He just gave James a sheepish grin and put on the missing
shoe. "Ready to go snoop on the elusive Professor Harry Larson and his equally
elusive godfather Professor Ryan White?" Sirius said when he was finally ready.
"As ready as one can be with an indivisibility cloak and no
Marauder's Map," replied James as they started out of the common room.
It didn't take them long to get to that stone nymph. They
quietly said the password and walked into the small hallway that led to the
door of Harry's room. They quickly snuck up to the door and were amazed to find
they could hear what was being said perfectly…
"Ryan," Harry said in that deadly tone, "What the hell do you
think you were doing?"
The two boys looked at each other with identical frightened looks
on their face. Harry sounded horrible, if they had ever met Voldemort they
would say that Harry sounded worse than him. They could hear Ryan stutter and
try to talk.
"Well… I… um, that is…"
"Do you want me to answer for you?" Harry asked and
continued, not even bothering to wait for an answer. "You thought you would
tell James my biggest secret here."
Ryan seemed to regain his voice and interrupted. "It's not
even a secret where we come from."
"You moron. We can't tell and you know why! Argh! You make me
so mad. Ryan I know you don't want any of that horrible stuff that happened to
happen, I don't want it to either, but we cannot tell. Can't you see what's at
stake?"
Ryan didn't speak. And Harry continued.
"Ryan—"
"Don't call me that, you know I hate it."
"Well what else could I call you? There could be people
outside this room this very instant! I am not letting all my hard work go to
shambles!"
"I know what's at stake, by the way, it's just, don't you ever
wonder what wouldn't happen if you just killed Voldie now?"
"I wonder and my answer is that I wouldn't be here. Things
like this are so complex, we can't change it for fear we change it to the
worse. I hate that all those people died, and you know it, but didn't things
work out good in the end?"
"Yeah," Ryan grudgingly admitted in the end, "They did."
"See, I don't want to ruin what will happen just to see what
might have been. Will you promise me you won't tell anyone about us,
about who we are?"
"I promise."
"I still don't see why he even bothered letting you come. You
are such a moron."
"Why you little prick! What did I ever do to deserve this…"
They continue to talk but James and Sirius weren't listening.
They were too shocked at what they heard, or should I say what they didn't
hear. James, wide eyed, quickly signaled for Sirius to follow him to the common
room. They were so shocked that on their way back they almost ran into Filch
twice.
As they settled into the room, James shouted. "What the hell
was that about!"
Sirius just shook his head and said, "I don't really know. I
didn't understand it."
James just shook his head dejectedly, "Either did I and that's
the problem."
"What do you mean?" Sirius asked curiously.
"I have so many clues but none of them fit. They don't make
sense to me. I trust both of them with all my heart, it's just that I don't
know who they are."
Sirius nodded in agreement. "I know what you mean. But I don't
think we are going to figure out an answer. From what you told me Harry has a
lot of secrets. He isn't going to let a bunch of 7th years find them
out if he doesn't want found them out."
"I agree. I just wish that this was as easy as figuring out
that Remus was a werewolf. Those clues at least added up. I vote we forget
about it unless something big happens."
"I second that!"
And with that the two boys started planning how they were
going to get dung bombs in Snape's trunk…
I don't understand it. Both aren't afraid of Voldemort. Both
are well liked in school. And both are experts in their subject. Yet, I have a
feeling that they are different. And I don't mean the way that Ryan wears
muggle clothes or the way that Harry let's them call him Harry. I can't put my
finger on it. I can tell that James and Sirius are trying to figure it out, by
the way that they look at Harry and Ryan. But they aren't any closer than me. I
can tell Harry is trustworthy because Fawkes flew right to him. And Ryan is
Harry's godfather… Oh well, more thoughts to ponder on a rainy day. Oh no! It
is storming outside. What am I going to do now…
A/N: Ok . The long awaited
reason that this thing has been so late coming. Well two reasons anyway. I have
just moved (again) and today I was the day internet was hooked up. You guys
should be happy. I put posting this as a first priority! I haven't even read my
email yet. Now you are probably asking why the heck didn't I post this before (I
have had this thing written for weeks now and I have only been without internet
for a week.) and the reason is… I couldn't get into ff.n! The only reason I am
on now is that I changed internet providers and my new one is a hellava lot
better! (I hated the old one) I lucked out, Kris can't even get into it, poor
thing.
Please excuse any mistakes there may be on here, I kind of lost my
disk this was on. But I had had it saved
on my desktop so it worked out. Anyhow
hope you liked the chapter! You people are so nice. I really couldn't believe
what I saw when I read all of the reviews I got. You people are the best. You
really are.
Oh yeah, before I forget,
does anyone want to beta read for me? I know that there are grammatical
mistakes and I want them fixed. Please don't offer just because you want to
read this before anyone else does, I really want the story to be better. The
job goes to the first few people who email me at dynamic_duo178@hotmail.com!
Thanks!
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