A/n: Yay at last I've updated dis story!! God it's taken a while! And, the character that dies in OotP is NOT going to die in both of mine. He is too good!! Okay on with da story!
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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Harry raised his eyebrows. "A first year? In danger? At that age! Whoa!"
Sirius snorted." Can you remember when you were eleven, Harry? You were in danger as well."
McGonagall cleared her throat loudly, glaring at Sirius who shifted slightly in his seat. "We need to stay on track Mr Black, though, you do have a point. As I was saying," she continued, sitting straighter in her seat. "Yes, a first year is in danger, and her name is Delicia Addison. Her real last name is Malfoy."
Harry nearly fell out of his seat, but caught himself just in time. "A Malfoy! Why is her name changed, I am sure that no one would go after a Slytherin!"
McGonagall stared at him, soberly. "As she is not a Slytherin, Mr Potter. Delicia Addison is a Gryffindor."
Harry actually fell off his seat that time.
"As for her name, when she came she privately asked me to change her last name," McGonagall said sharply, her eyes on Harry. "Which was a good idea as many Gryffindors would hate her because of her last name."
"How do you know she is in terrible danger, as you put it, Professor," Harry asked curiously, settling back down in his seat. "I read the Prophet, they haven't mentioned anymore Dark Lords."
"That is because we got a personal visit. After the sorting and when everyone had gone to bed, none other that Draco Malfoy waltzed into the staffroom," Sirius explained bitterly. "He insulted Delicia, which is his sister, and told us that she was going to die for becoming a Gryffindor."
"His sister?" Harry said, surprised. "That poor girl, Malfoy as a brother. I am guessing she was disowned by the Malfoys, without a second thought on the matter."
Hermione nodded, dabbing her eyes with a tissue she conjured earlier. "The poor girl. At least she has decent friends not like those goons her brother had."
"Brainless gits I would say," Ron muttered to himself loudly.
"Now, now Ron," Remus said, humour showing in his voice. "You are not going to go that low in insulting them are you?"
Harry rolled his eyes at the group he was apart of. "And, professor, what would I be doing whilst waiting for this.. git to kill Delicia?"
"I was getting to that," McGonagall impatiently answered, glaring at Ron dangerously. "Until someone said something un-appropriate."
"I thought it was appropriate," Ron grumbled, looking at his feet, his ears going red.
"As I was saying," McGonagall said loudly. "You will be our new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor."
Harry gaped at her, flabbergasted. "Me? I don't know how to teach a class? What do I teach?"
"What you have learnt would be a good start, Harry," Remus suggested, his brown eyes looking into his green, pleadingly. "Delicia will die without you here. And, you might as well do something useful."
"Thanks for the support Remus," Harry said sarcastically.
"Will you teach then?" McGonagall glared at him through her square green glasses.
"Of course I would!" Harry exclaimed, grinning. "Why wouldn't I? I can have fun, and kick Malfoys ass at the same time! As long as I can fly though."
McGonagall laughed. "Yes, you may fly, and, if you want, give peoples pointers. Mostly Gryffindors though."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "And I thought professors can't take sides."
McGonagall winked at Harry, her tight lips in a smile. "I can take sides sometimes, Harry, or should I say Professor Potter."
Harry wrinkled up his nose in disgust whilst every one laughed at the absurd name. "I am letting every one call me Harry alright. I don't care what any one says, but I'm Harry."
Sirius chuckled, slapping his godson on the back. "Professor Potter, how stupid is that."
"Shut up Sirius," Harry muttered, pushing him off the couch. "Professor Black, I mean."
Sirius stood up and growled doggishly at Harry. "I'll get you. Never push a Maraunder off of his seat."
Harry pretended to be shocked, and laid a hand on his forehead. "Oh no," he said in a high-pitched girls voice. "The Maraunder is going to get me. Help, help, someone help me from this monster!"
Remus stood up as well and said in a manly voice, "I'll save you! Have no fear, I am hear."
"Puh-lease," tutted Hermione, nudging Ron in the ribs sharply. "All of you please grow up! This is very important."
"Awwww," complained Sirius, sitting down once again. "But even McGonagall smiled there!"
"Thank you for speaking about me right in front of my face, Sirius Black," McGonagall said, staring at Sirius accusingly. "And, we have finished this conversation, and I'm sure all of you would like to show Harry where he will stay, and catch up. You know what time dinner starts, I will announce you then." "
"Be on time," she added sharply as they all practically ran out the door. With the exception of Hermione and Ron (Hermione was pulling him back, much to his distaste).
"Phew," Harry said, glancing back at the gargoyle. "Thank god that is over, She is too strict for my liking. And, now, I am a teacher! Wow!"
Remus patted Harry on the back sympathetically. "It is not as good as you think. I mean, I had to put up with you in your third year."
"Hey," Harry said, swatting Remus playfully. "I wasn't that bad."
"Yeah," Ron agreed, glaring at Remus. "We weren't that bad."
"I wouldn't count on it, Weasley," a slimy voice answered. "Or you Potter, you were a lot worse."
"Thanks for you comment, Snape," Harry muttered, turning to look at the slimy professor for the second time that day. "I'm sure we would never live that down."
Snape's eyes narrowed. "You are lucky you are not at school, boy. Otherwise, you would be kicked out before you even got here."
"Thank you very much for you lovely insult," Harry answered cheerfully, holding Ron back from killing his old professor. "We will be seeing you then, bye!"
"Why didn't you let me," Ron growled, glaring at his best friend, who calmly followed Sirius and Remus to the second floor. "I could have punched him in."
Hermione tutted loudly. "He may not be your professor now, Ron, but he is still the Potions master. You cannot kill him, or do anything as brutal as punching him."
"No fair," Ron complained, poking his tongue at his wife.
"Here we are," Sirius announced, stopping outside a portrait of a 17-year-old Harry Potter. "Defence Against the Dark Arts bedroom. Do you like the picture, Harry?"
"Oh yes, " Harry said sarcastically, rolling his eyes as the portrait waved to him. "Lovely, couldn't have picked a better picture."
Remus chuckled. "Knew you would feel that way. Tom Marvalo Riddle."
"Absolutely," Harry, the portrait said cheerfully, before opening to leave a small passage way. "Bye Harry!"
"Was I always that cheerful?" Harry curiously asked, looking around as they entered. "If I was, I feel so sorry to you four."
Sirius laughed and messed up Harry's hair. "You weren't that bad. I think that he has had too many butterbeers."
Remus nodded, and grinned at Harry's attempt to flatten his hair. "I think he has been visiting Sir Cadogan regularly."
Harry glared at Sirius for messing his hair up, and looked around once again. He was in a rather large bedroom, with a four-poster bed in the corner, and a door leading towards a fancy bathroom. There was a window looking out to the grounds of Hogwarts, including the Quidditch Pitch, appearing empty in the middle of the green grass.
"This is nice," Harry commented, sitting down in one of the over stuffed chairs in the middle of the room. "Imagine me, a teacher."
Ron grinned at Harry. "The poor, poor students. They need to put up with Harry Potter, defeater of You-Know-Who, seeker for the Chudley Cannons."
Everyone laughed, including Harry.
"Ah well," Harry answered, grinning widely, laying back in his chair. "Hopefully no one will ask me for my autograph. If any one does, I'm doomed. I hate being famous."
"Yes, Harry," Sirius said, nodding his head. "We have been told, though you cannot help it."
Harry sighed, and looked at his friends, and out the window where it was growing darker every minute. "So, are we going to catch up, as McGonagall puts it?"
All four friends talked about life for hours on end.
This all ended when Harry asked Hermione the time. His watches just kept breaking.
Hermione looked at her watch and gasped. "Dinners going to start soon!"
"Thanks for telling us," Ron said as they dashed out into the student crowded corridor.
"There's too many students," Harry said, pointing out the obvious. "McGonagall's going to kill me."
Sirius laughed and patted Harry on the back sympathetically. "There, there Harry, think positive. Can I have your broom when you die?"
"Hey! I've already bagsed that! Harry, can I tell the Cannons that you died?" Ron asked excitedly, his eyes alight.
"But you've already met them, Ron!" Harry pointed out, chortling slightly. "Do you really like them that much?"
Ron nodded, and looked up ahead. "Here we are, the Great Hall at last."
As they entered, McGonagall stood up from her seat at the teacher's table. "Where have you been? I told you 10 minutes before dinner you need to come here!"
"Ah, professor," Harry said wisely, one finger in the air. "You just said to come at dinner, and here I am!"
The students were looking curiously at Harry and McGonagall. Many students sat down at their table, whispering to each other about the stranger in the hall. Many peoples actually did get a glimpse of his scar.
The trio and the two Maraunders sat at the teacher's table, waiting for dinner to start.
"I hope she announces me after dinner," Harry muttered to them all. "You do not know how awkward it is to have people staring at you while you are eating."
"That," Ron said pointedly. "Is because we are not famous, and you are."
McGonagall stood up, watching as the hall grew silent. "Before dinner commences, I would like to make a short announcement. "
The students stared at her, curious as what she was about to say.
"I would like to announce that Harry Potter has suggested in becoming our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, but would also only go under as Harry. Please give a warm welcome to Harry." McGonagall's voice was drowned by the large cheer of all the students from Hogwarts.
"Oh great," Harry mumbled as he stood up, smiling at all the students whistling and cheering. "Now I have to teach these kids."
Remus laughed as Harry sat back down again.
"Damn werewolf hearing," Harry said, poking his tongue out at Remus. "And you don't need to laugh at me all the time."
"But it's fun," Remus whined as the food appeared in front of their eyes. "Please Harry? Can I, can I?"
Harry raised an eyebrow to Remus. "As if I can stop you. It comes to you naturally."
Remus chuckled and began eating. After the dessert, McGonagall stood up again.
" Before you go to bed, I would like to say that Mr Potter has kindly suggested teaching all years some handy hints in duelling. You may sign up in your common rooms. Goodnight," McGonagall informed the school, ignoring Harry's small protests noises.
" I didn't suggest anything to you, professor," Harry growled as they all left the Great Hall. "Since when am I teaching them duelling?"
" Since now, obviously," Sirius muttered, earning a hit from Harry and Remus. " I only said something. You don't need to beat me up."
" It's fun," they both chorused, grinning mischievously.
" Like Sirius said, since now." McGonagall answered, glaring at all three men. " They all need to learn something worthwhile from you, Harry. Goodnight."
" Oh great," Harry groaned. " To add to the classes, I have to teach duelling, which I do not know how to teach!"
" Oh well," Ron said, grinning at his best friend. " You will get over it. Eventually."
" That's nice," Harry muttered. " Goodnight you two, See you tomorrow for classes."
" Sound enthusiastic, Harry," Hermione's voice said as they both turned the corner.
" Tom Marvalo Riddle," Harry muttered to himself (literally).
Harry entered his candle lit room, and magically changed his clothes into pyjamas. Harry fell asleep before his head hit the pillow.
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" Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort yelled, his wand pointing towards Harry.
Harry ducked just in time, his hair frizzing from the power. " Sorry Tom, didn't get me. Expelliarmus."
Harry caught Voldemort unbalanced, and his wand came soaring towards him. He caught it, and immediately broke it in two.
" NO!" Voldemort screamed, running forwards, but blocked by and invisible barrier. " You stupid boy, how dare you! When I get my hands on you I will rip you to shreds!"
Harry grinned, and set the two parts on fire wandlessly, his eyes glowing with power.
" Hana des nekumatehona kuma," Harry whispered, his voice slowly getting louder, and louder. " Hana des nekumatehona kuma. HANA DES NEKUMAHONA KUMA!"
Voldemort was slowly catching on fire in front of everyone's eyes. After the end of the third recite, the Dark Lord blew up, disappearing forever.
Harry widened his eyes in shock of killing his own enemy in a language he didn't even understand.
Dumbledore appeared in front of him, smiling proudly at the Boy-Who-lived. " Congratulations my boy. I knew you could find the power within you."
" But, I," Harry stuttered, before collapsing from exhaustion.
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A/N: Well at last I finished this. Bloody hell it took me ages!!! Well, if you like it, review. If you don't like it, review. Two perfectly good choices there, use them!!!! REVIEW PEOPLE!!!!!
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