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Disclaimer: Why would I be writing fanfiction if I claimed I owned the HP characters? That's what I thought. I know I don't own. You know I don't own. So what's all the fuss? Don't mind me. I'm just rambling on. Has anybody on FF.net ever claimed ownership?

Anyway, on with the story…

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An aged man stood outside the Headmaster's door. Harry grinned and shook his hand. "Professor Dumbledore. I never thought you'd still be here after so many years."

"It hasn't been too long since you yourself have graduated. I was there then. I'm here now. I may be old, but it hasn't stopped me yet."

True. He was elderly even when Harry first entered Hogwarts. "Well," he started, "I'm here to teach now."

"True." he stopped for a breath. "I don't have the energy to show you to your room right now. A long day has just passed. There is a painting in your office that leads to it. A nice gentleman, I should say so myself. He gets to choose the password, but I'm sure it will be simple enough to remember."

"Thanks, Professor." He started off. "Have a good day!" As far as Harry could remember, a teacher's office was right by his or her classroom. He brought up a mental map of the school, and finally found his office. It was empty, but would soon be filled with his things. It he figured he would be moving in today. Seemed good to him.

Harry glanced about the room, and found a portrait of a stick-like man wearing a black tuxedo with a top hat. "Hello there, good sir! I take it you're the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher! What is your name, sir?"

"Uh… I'm Harry Potter," he responded nervously. Harry knew that the portraits talked, but he never actually conversed with one.

"Harry Potter is it? Pleased to meet you. I am Richard Danton. One of the upper-class citizens, I should say. Now, what shall your password be, Mr. Potter? Oh, I know! How about the word 'amicable'? You look amicable to me."

"Uh… sure. Amicable." Seemed reasonable. The portrait swung open, and Harry stepped into his new living quarters. A roomy place. It included a library fireplace with a mantle for his various… mantle-placing stuff, and two armchairs in front of it. There was a window where he could look out upon the lake and the beautiful scenery surrounding it. There were doors to his bedroom and bathroom. It reminded Harry of home. Of course, the only home Harry had actually liked was here at Hogwarts in his school days.

He then noticed cardboard boxes in a corner of the room. Ah, his luggage. Using his knowledge of magic, Harry unpacked. Within minutes, everything was as he wanted it. He then glanced out the window. "Well," he thought aloud, "there are still several hours of daylight left. I think I'll go walk around Diagon Alley." And with that, he grabbed his broomstick and flew away from Hogwarts. He then landed and Apparated to Diagon Alley (everyone knows that you can't Apparate to or from the school).

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