Disclaimer: I'm not JK Rowling; I'm never going to be her; these characters don't belong to me

A/N: This is my first Harry Potter fanfiction – I normally write Star Trek: Voyager instead! (And I can't imagine a crossover between them – yet!!) This was based on a very, very strange dream I had and maybe one day the title will make sense. (And if it doesn't I'll have to change it!)

Please read and review.... pretty please?

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"What was all that about?" Bethany asked as they headed in the direction that they hoped Defence Against the Dark Arts was in.

"Nothing much – I was just holding my wand awkwardly," Lily replied. "Professor Granger just wanted to show me a better way to hold it."

"Professor Granger can show me a better way to hold my wand any day," Tom announced.

Lily just looked at him, worried. "Please tell me you're saying that because she's a good teacher."

"Hell, no. She is hot," Tom declared.

"Who's hot?" A new voice cut in. Lily looked to see Peter Doyle, another Gryffindor come up to next to them, along with Darren Mulchaey and Alexia Holmes.

"Professor Granger," Tom replied.

"Oh yeah," Darren agreed. "Charms is so far my favourite lesson."

"It's been your only lesson so far," Lily reminded the boys.

"Slight technicality," Peter shrugged. "Still, it's nice to know that we can always look forward to Tuesday and Thursday mornings."

"I'm looking forward to tomorrow morning," Lily declared. "It's our first flying lesson,"

"Yeah, but we have to use the schools brooms though," Tom reminded her. "They're all Firebolts or Nimbus 2001s. Pretty bad."

"Mmm," Lily thought of her White Star broom, safe in her parent's room in the staff quarters. "I better not end up with one of the Nimbus' – they've got a slight list to the tail end, and most of them developed a drag after a few years. The Firebolts are still okay for learning to fly on though. They're just not the in same class they were when they were first brought out."

The rest of the group just looked at Lily, who just shrugged her shoulders. "What?" she exclaimed. "My dad's godfather works in broomsticks."

The six Gryffindors found their way to the Defence Against the Dark Arts class with a bit of help from a Ravenclaw prefect, and were just on time.

"Look at it this way," Alexia Holmes murmured to Lily and Bethany as the three slipped into seats towards the back of the classroom – the three boys in front of them still discussing the Charms lesson. "If they've got Professor Granger to drool over, then at least Professor Potter's cute!"

Lily felt like howling with laughter. Abigail was going to get a very interesting owl from her this week to say the least.

Bethany leant over towards Alexia. "I know what you mean. I mean, look at his eyes."

Lily started to get very worried, and immediately lowered her eyes down towards the desk. Ever since she was a little girl, her parent's friends had always exclaimed, "Oh, she's certainly got her father's eyes!"

"Good morning class," Harry greeted. "I'm Professor Potter, and I shall be teaching you Defence Against the Dark Arts. Although Lord Voldemort has been destroyed, there are still some of his followers out there, and there is also always a chance that another Dark Lord may rise again."

Silence greeted him; the class was clinging to his every word.

"As well as learning about curses and hexes, there are also a variety creatures we will be looking at during the year," Harry continued in the same fashion as Hermione had done, first outlining the course for the year, before starting to outline the history of Lord Voldemort. The revised history, which included all what he and his friends had found out about during their time at Hogwarts.

"Lord Voldemort was once a student here at Hogwarts," Harry began. "He was half and half. His mother was a witch, but his father was a Muggle. Tom Marvolo Riddle was born in 1932. His father, on finding out that his mother was a witch, abandoned his wife before Tom was born. His mother died just after he was born, living only long enough to name him: Tom after his father, Marvolo after his grandfather. Tom grew up in a Muggle orphanage, and had to return there in the summer holidays..."

The class was spellbound, and still silent when the bell rang for the end of the lesson. Harry paused in his tale of how Voldemort had tried to steal the Philosopher's stone from Hogwarts.

"Please sir, can you continue the tale?" A Hufflepuff girl, Jennifer Knight put up her hand and asked. "What happened after you went to see Professor McGonagall?"

Harry laughed. "That'll have to wait until next lesson," he told them. "For homework, I want you to write an essay on Voldemort and his reign of terror. I want it in two weeks from now, which gives you a chance to write to your grandparents, parents... anyone else who might have other knowledge concerning Voldemort – first hand knowledge of what it was like to come home, and find the death mark hovering over their homes. Living in fear...." Realising that he was starting again, Harry stopped. "Off you go to lunch. Miss Black – I'd like a word with you please."

Lily just rolled her eyes, and told her friends to go on without her.

As soon as the door had closed behind them, Lily jumped on her desk, and sat there, swinging her legs. "So, how's it been?" she asked, grinning.

Harry laughed. "Isn't that meant to be my question?" he replied. "It's been good – I had fifth year, so they're all working towards their OWLs."

"Well, you certainly had our class spellbound," Lily replied. "Mum was the same. One of her examples was summoning my quill!"

"Why? What were you doing?" Harry asked, grinning. "Oh, and I've heard about Xavier Malfoy being cursed on the train. Something about a full body bind."

"Oh, that."

"Yes, oh that. Wasn't that the one you were practising on Abi in the holidays?" Harry asked.

Lily blushed.

"Well, whatever you do, don't use Jelly-Legs with the Furnunculus curse, because they're not meant to mix," Harry told her.

"I'm sure you're not speaking from experience there dad," Lily replied.

"Just ask your 'friend's' father," Harry laughed. "Well done on getting into Gryffindor."

"The hat told me that I was like my namesake," Lily replied. "That I was like Lily Evans."

"Well, you do look extraordinarily like her," Harry told her, ruffling her wavy dark red hair.

"So I've been told my entire life," Lily groaned, pushing his hand away from her hair, then trying to flatten it again.

Harry smiled. "I was always told that I looked like my father, with the exception of my eyes," Harry told her. "Come on, I think it's about time we went for lunch."



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