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Chapter 4: Something I've never felt before...

Later that night Harry could hardly breathe. He was just thinking of everything that had happened that day. It was his first night in the Gryffindor dorm. Oh! Harry suddenly remembered his diary. He pulled out his wand and unlocked the book opening it to it's old, yet fresh, smelling pages. He took out his quill and started writing.

Dear Diary, Today was such a big day. I don't know if I mentioned, but I am teaching this year at Hogwarts. It is the first time that a student has taught ever, in all the history of wizardry. I am always the first to do things. Today for the sorting ceremony I sat with all the teachers while all my friends just glared at me. They glared at me with these eyes that seemed to say, "Why is he so special. So arrogant." It made me feel as if I were being unfair. As if I didn't deserve to be there. I didn't know what to do. I never would have thought I would have felt guilty for doing this. I never would have thought.
Harry dozed off and awoke the next morning remembering he had a load of first years that had to be taught. He pulled on his robes, grabbed his books and headed over to his classroom. "Defense against the dark arts. Professor Potter" This made Harry very nervous. His first class ever! He walked in to see a load of first years just staring at him with familiar faces of either disgust or curiosity.

"H-Hi, I'm H- um, Professor Potter." Harry really didn't like the sound of that.
"Y-You can call me, uh, Harry if you would like." There, he was making a personal connection. He felt very proud of this.
"I will be your defense against the dark arts teacher for this year. I would like to get to know your names and a little bit about you. Let's just start with the names for now, um, how about you start." Harry pointed to a little girl in the first row who was wearing, well, her robes and looked just like everyone else.
"My name is Miriam Starkney, is there anything else I am supposed to say?" Harry just said, "No, no just the name will be fine." Harry also quickly remembered Miriam Starkney by her face and her robes. She was in Ravenclaw.
The whole class stated there names and then Harry told them a little bit about what they would be doing that year. That was what he learned he would be doing the first class.
He hurried to breakfast and then to his next class in the half-hour that everyone else got for break time and time to prepare their work for the next class.
He was teaching some third years and did basically the same thing as the firsts', but in more detail. He just sort of knew what he was supposed to do. He went to normal classes for the morning, he wasn't doing divination anymore though, because he was teaching some fifth years. Ginny was in that class so she was very helpful and had told everyone just to listen. He was very thankful for that and awarded her 5 points for Gryffindor. He felt almost regretful to be placing points in his own house. He felt almost overwhelmed with power. After lunch he was teaching some sixth years. He felt so relieved to be teaching a class where the majority knew him, as more then just an arrogant jerk. But he didn't know everyone. There was Moonlas Starkney, Miriam's brother. Heather Brooksten, and Eva McDade. Eva McDade must have been the most beautiful girl that Harry had ever seen. Even more beautiful than Cho. Although Harry had never seen of heard of this Eva McDade, she certainly knew him. She knew him well, and according to Hermione, (she spoke to him after the class to report and criticize) she hadn't stopped speaking ever so highly of him since her third year. Hermione had never mentioned this because he never thought he would care. But he did, Harry cared. She was interesting, and by her discussion brought up by class, she wasn't a jerk, or an idiot. Harry had never felt this way before.