Summary- Harry goes back to Hogwarts as a DADA teacher to protect a student 5 years after defeating Voldemort, because there's a new Dark Lord by the name of…. Read and find out!!

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Harry sighed as he walked towards his old school, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He had left many memories there, five years ago, when he finally defeated Lord Voldemort. Right now, he was 22 years old and a single Quidditch seeker for the Chudley Cannons. He was now taking time off as Professor Minerva McGonagall, the headmistress had asked to 'borrow' him for a year. Albus Dumbledore retired as headmaster four years ago, and lodged himself in an airy beach house on the coast of Spain.

Harry looked very different than he had five years ago. He had finally got his growth spurt, though still was quite short for his age. He had become more muscular over the years of Quidditch, and he eventually got contacts after his glasses repeatedly fell off during Quidditch practice. Harry's mop of messy black hair was now just long enough to tuck behind his ears, and his lightning-bolt scar was more obvious than ever.

There were memories sad and horrible, which hurt to visualise, even now, five years later after their occurance.

Argus Filch, the hated caretaker of Hogwarts had died in the attack, among many others. The Death Eaters had entered with very muddy feet, as it was a very rainy evening. Filch had then yelled at them to wipe their feet before trying to kill the pupils of the school, and had gotten killed himself. Mrs Norris died of sadness a day after her master (and the only one that loved her) died.

Colin Creevey at the time of the attack had been nominated school photographer by Ronald Weasley, as a joke, but taken seriously. Whilst trying to take pictures of Lord Voldemort himself, had gotten killed as Voldemort got angry. Harry remembered taking the pictures of his dead enemy and framing one of them in particular. This photo was of Lord Voldemort, caught by surprise, with Harry himself grinning behind him.

Everyone in Hogwarts had heard about Seamus Finnagens ability to blow things up while not meaning to. This time, in fact was as Seamus was trying to think of a rhyme to kill a Death Eater, but had accidentally blown him up, leaving a small pile of ash. Another had seen him, and yelled out the killing curse, and after a green flash, Seamus was living no more.

Neville, his fellow friend was thankfully still in the land of the living, though his tale was quite a funny one. When the attack of Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters was announced, he had instantaneously fainted, and was sent to the Hospital Wing, which was the most protected area in all of Hogwarts. So for the whole of the attack, Neville Longbottom was safe, and unconscious.

Harry chuckled as he remembered how Professor Sybil Trelawney had killed a Death Eater (and herself in the process). She was in her tower at the time, and as she saw the Death Eaters swarming in on the castle, she screeched 'I saw this coming!' After she 'un' fortunatly had a heart attack, and apparently fell out of the window, landing on an unlucky Death Eater, who was hanging around below.

Rubeus Hagrid sadly died as he was protecting the students from more intruders. A fellow 7th year, Ernie Macmillan had also died fighting for his life. Many others had also lost their lives, though Harry couldn't remember most of them.

Harry smiled as he caught sight of a Quidditch match on the Quidditch field, which he thought was between Slytherin and Gryffindor as many scarlet and green robed blobs whizzed around the field. The sound of the announcer got louder as Harry neared his favourite place in Hogwarts, apart from the secret room he found in his 6th year (which noone knew about, not even Ron or Hermione).

" And Stephanie Jackson passes the Quaffle to fellow chaser, Lakin, but intercepted by Slytherin, damn And Adams goes for the goals, come on Daniel! And scores, 60 to 90, Gryffindor," a male voice echoed across the lonely but beautiful grounds.

Harry's green eyes sparkled as he saw the whole field clearly. A quarter of the stands were filled with Slytherins, cheering on their team with their green and silver scarves. The other three-quarters were filled with Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, holding up large banners with lions on them, or flashing words (which reminded Harry of Dean Thomas who not surprisingly became a soccer coach).

Harry tried to find the teacher's stand, which was right where was always, and was easy to spot as Professor McGonagall was fighting with the announcer for the small purple microphone.

" Marcus Jordan, would you please hand me that microphone," McGonagall's voice was cut off.

" Sorry Professor, it will never happen again, I promise," the boy answered, and Harry was sure he saw a slight grin on the boys face.

Harry walked towards the towering stand, which was where the teachers were sitting at that moment, his green robes fluttering in the wind. He started up the dull stairs going upwards in the direction of a small hole right up the top. The four 'walls' were Hogwarts banners, one for every house in the school.

" Gryffindor in possession as Mitchell Rodd races towards the goals, passes to Stephanie, who nearly gets hit by a bludger, watch it Slytherins! Stephanie passes to Lakin, who scores 10 points! 90 to 100, Gryffindor," Marcus yelled out from the stands.

After what seemed like forever, Harry reached the top. He walked through the small hole in the wall, and found himself at the back of all the teachers stand. He could see many people he recognized (all of them actually), but the first professor to see him was the worst of the whole lot.

Different than before, Harry noted, as the man's coal black eyes locked with green. Harry made the first move.

" Hello Professor Snape," Harry said cheerfully, breaking eye contact and grinning stupidly." Still teaching Potions?"

" Potter what are you doing here," Snape narrowed his eyes, hair looking greasier than ever (now long enough to tie back).

Harry kept grinning. " Professor McGonagall wanted to speak to me, which is none of your concern."

"Harry, you're here!"

Harry turned around to face the speaker and was embraced by a bushy haired figure, followed by a lanky red head.

Harry grinned once again. " Hello Ron, Hermione. Enjoying the match?"

" Not as much as we used too. Only because we had the youngest seeker in a century," Ron said, ruffling Harry's hair. " How is the Cannons going?"

" Oh my god! We have a celebrity in the teacher's stand! The one and only Harry Potter defeater of You-Know-Who, and the Chudley Cannons Seeker!!!" Marcus yelled into the microphone, voice high pitched in excitement.

Harry groaned as he tried to flatten his hair, after Ron ruined it. " I hate that! Cannons are going great, I think we have a chance for the World Cup next year." Harry observed the Gryffindor seeker. " Who is the seeker for Gryffindor?"

" Paul Mindar," a familiar voice answered. " He's a trouble-maker, if you ask me."

Harry turned and met a brown-eyed and black haired Maraunder.

" And this is coming from Padfoot, one of the mischievous Maraunders?" Harry said grinning as he hugged his godfather. " How many pranks have you done now?"

"Me?" Sirius gasped as he put a hand over his heart, brown eyes staring innocently. " Why would I, Sirius Black, AKA Padfoot play pranks?" Sirius relaxed. " 22 this year."

Harry looked at him, wide-eyed. " 22! In a week! Who helped you," he demanded.

Remus Lupin shuffled up behind Sirius, wearing the same type of grin. " I helped a bit."

" Hello Moony, nice to see you again," Harry greeted, rolling his eyes. " Any detentions yet?"

" Professors can't get detentions," Sirius announced, feeling overly proud of himself, puffing out his chest. " Nor lose points."

" Oh yeah! You're the Care of Magical Creatures professor. I forgot, because you don't act like it," Harry said, slapping his hand against his forehead.

Harry had been keeping in contact with the two Maraunders and his best friends since they left Hogwarts. Hermione had in fact became the Transfiguration professor as McGonagall became headmistress, and Ron became an Auror, which had been his life long dream. He was now taking time off to see Harry, and Hermione, who he had married when they were 20.

Remus had become the new caretaker, as most parents probably did not want to be taught by a werewolf, though all students did take a liking to him, enjoying a nice chat with Remus in the halls as they passed. He had been told that Lavender Brown, a lady the same age as him, had become the Divination professor after Trelawney fell out of the window. His other friend, Neville Longbottom had also become a professor, at his only good subject, Herbology, when Professor Sprout retired.

" Harry? Nice to see you again," Harry heard Neville from behind Ron.

" Hi Neville, good to see you too," Harry greeted the chubby man. " Keep teaching Herbology well, Neville!"

Neville turned crimson, looking to the floor. " Thanks Harry."

" And Mindar's diving down, I think he's seen the snitch, and he pulls up, snitch in his hand. GRYFFINDOR WINS!! 260 T0 110! PARTY IN THE COMMON ROOM!!"

" Good, now may I have the microphone, Jordan?" Harry heard McGonagall snap to the delighted young boy.

The boy came over to Harry. Harry knew why Lee and Marcus were brothers, as anyone could tell, with their dreadlocks and bright blue eyes.

" Er, may I help you?" Harry asked uncomfortably, ignoring Sirius' chortle in the background. " Shut it Padfoot."

Marcus Jordan smiled innocently at him. " Are you really Harry Potter? I'm Marcus Jordan, I'm in my 7th year."

Harry ran a hand through his hair (which was still quite messy from Ron) " Nice to meet you Marcus. I'll see you around then."

Marcus nodded and turned around to run down the stairs when McGonagall's voice stopped him.

" Jordan, as Mr Potter is here, you may give the microphone to Miss Chang for her to put away. She should be putting the balls away," McGonagall instructed, handing over the purple microphone.

" So, Cho is the Quidditch referee then? I thought she wanted to be an Auror, to kill all the Death Eaters we didn't get," Harry asked his old Transfiguration professor curiously.

" She asked if she could be the referee straight after Madam Hooch retired," McGonagall explained, lips set in a tight line as she watch Marcus run down the stairs as fast as he could go. " Now, you may all follow me to my office."

McGonagall briskly walked down the stairs, not waiting for Harry or the others, whilst yelling loudly to Jordan to not run down the stairs.

She looked around to Harry, Ron. Hermione, Sirius and Remus. " Come along then, don't dawdle," She said sharply.

Harry followed McGonagall down the stair, and towards the ancient castle, and what Harry used to call home.

During the time spent walking towards the castle, Harry couldn't help but think about why he was needed at Hogwarts.

' It couldn't be too urgent,' Harry thought, walking across the lovely green grass. ' The Daily Prophet hadn't said anything.'

McGonagall walked at an alert pace into the lonely castle (all houses except Slytherin were probably celebrating, Harry thought)

"Ooooo Potty's back," an annoying voice teasingly said to the right.

Harry turned his head, and stopped. " Hi Peeves."

The poltergeist grinned wickedly, his wide mouth open. " Potty remembers me!"

" Go away Peeves," Harry growled as he ran to catch up to the group of professors and one Auror.

"With an evil cackle, Peeves whizzed in the opposite direction, singing," Potty remembers me, Potty remembers me."

" Never would have guessed," Harry muttered to Sirius as he caught up. " Even Peeves feels proud that I remember him! How could you forget when he kept following around for a whole day, whispering in your ear in your 6th year!"

Sirius snorted (like a dog) and commented," He did that to your father too. I guess its tradition in the Potter family."

Harry smiled and shook his head as he again tried to flatten his hair, which was still messy from Ron's antics. Harry stopped as McGonagall halted in front of the familiar gargoyle.

" Cat eyes," McGonagall said to the gargoyle.

The gargoyle started moving, revealing an ancient moving staircase, which everyone stepped onto, and stepped off as it reached a large oak door, which was the head master/mistress office.

McGonagall opened the large door, and beckoned everyone in. " Come on then, Mr Potter, we don't have all day!"

Harry grinned and stepped inside the circular room. It looked quite different than it had five years ago. Many of the books were still there, as was the desk and the sorting hat, though there was more comfy seats situated around the room, and Fawkes, Dumbledore's phoenix was gone. Harry sat between Sirius and Ron in a green seat, waiting to find out what was going on.

McGonagall sat down in an orange seat, and started talking. " Mr Potter, one of our new first years is in terrible danger."

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