Hello everyone!! Welcome to my wonderful Harry Potter story!! Yay!! Um… will you tell me what you think of the story so far? Please? Oh well…
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Buzz, buzz, buzz.
Harry's arm flung out and hit the snooze button. His eyelids heavy with sleep, he fell out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. After waking up a bit more, he remembered something.
"Today I meet my fellow staff members!" Harry held a grin on his face throughout the next few minutes, which was all it took for him to be ready to head down to Dumbledore's.
He stood in his office, straightening his black robes. As he strolled out into the ancient hallway, Mr. Danton called out, "Good luck, Professor Potter!" He walked slowly through the network of halls, his robes billowing around him.
But once again, Harry stopped, and he immediately found the mark in the wall. He grasped his necklace as he ran his hand along the tiny scratch. Then, an epiphany overcame him. Curiously, Harry grabbed a quill and ran the sharp edge along the wall, creating a small scrape. Within a few seconds, it was gone. The wall healed itself. Well, this IS a magic school, he thought. But then something else came to him.
Why didn't the wall regenerate when Rose tore into it with her necklace? This thought bothered Harry. Then he heard the tapping of shoes growing as someone came closer to him. Harry looked over to find Hermione staring at him with a smile on her face.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing." What a lie. Harry had been thinking about Rose. About the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Rose. Curse that Poe.
Hermione smiled. "Well, shouldn't we get to the meeting?"
"Sure," he replied happily. He looked one last time at the wall before following Hermione to the Great Hall, which, in Harry's mind, was a much roomier place to have a gathering than Dumbledore's office.
They arrived to find it filled with people. At one end, there was a banquet table covered in golden plates filled with scrumptious looking food. A few of the teachers were gathered near it. Harry gave a confused look to Hermione as she gazed around the Hall as if she'd never seen it before. She then ran over to the banquet table. Harrry strolled up to Dumbledore, catching glimpses of unfamiliar faces as he walked by. "Ah," Dumbledore greeted him, "we've been waiting for you two to show up. Now, if you'll excuse me…" He walked to the front with his hands behind his back and cleared his throat.
"Welcome to another year at Hogwarts. I am the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. Of course, you all should already know that. With many of our older teachers retiring last year, we have many new additions to our faculty. I am feeling slightly ill, so I shall be quick in introducing everyone. Now, first we have our returning teachers, Professor Binns in History of Magic…"
How well Harry remembered that class. It was the one he would usually almost fall asleep in. One of the most boring classes of my life.
"Professor Snape in Potions…"
Snape? Still teaching Potions? It took all Harry's power to stifle a laugh. Severus Snape had been teaching at Hogwarts for many years, all the while wanting to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts. And here he was, an old man, still teaching Potions while Harry had the job he most desired.
"and Professor Dolittle in the Study of Ancient Runes."
I never took that class. Professor Dolittle was a pleasantly plump wizard with a balding head covered with semi-grey hairs. He seemed nice.
Dumbledore looked slightly pale as he continued. "Now, for our new additions. The first one is our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Harry Potter…"
Harry grinned nervously and waved. As he turned to face Dumbledore again, he thought he caught a glimpse of auburn hair. Harry did a double take, but he didn't see it again. For a minute, he thought he was just seeing things. But why would he be seeing auburn hair? For a couple minutes, Harry pondered over why he would witness this. Was it because he just couldn't get Rose and her gorgeous locks out of his head? Or was it real? Could the love of his life actually be there? Every once in a while Harry would hear names like "Aurélie de Lacroix," "Victor Guy," and "Hermione Granger."
Nah, Harry thought. Why would Rose Donnelly be at Hogwarts? Unless…
"And finally," concluded Dumbledore, wearily, "Rose Donnelly, who will be teaching Transfiguration."
Harry's jaw dropped to the floor. Rose Donnelly? THE Rose Donnelly? As Dumbledore exited the Great Hall, retiring to his chamber, Harry pushed his way through the mass of teachers to the one person he thought he'd never talk to again.
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Hey, I personally think that this is one of the worse chapters. I kinda felt that I had to introduce some people in this chapter. Hopefully the next one is when school starts, and we get to meet some of my wonderfully created students!!