Return to Hogwarts
By Marmalade Fever
Chapter 1, An Unexpected Request
Disclaimer: I do not own or claim any of the Harry Potter storyline or insignia so carefully plotted out by Ms. Rowling.
It was summer. Only a month ago, Harry had spent two weeks recuperating in Mungos. He had been dismissed just in time to make it back to Hogwarts for a small graduation ceremony. He was now living in a small flat in London which he shared with his friend, Ron Weasley. Ron had recently acquired a small fortune. Apparently he had been given stocks for Weasley's Wizard Wheezes for Christmas and birthday alike the last two years in a row. It seemed quiet here. Ron was currently visiting his brother Charlie in Egypt. It hardly seemed possible to Harry that he could have defeated Lord Voldemort. It had been a great struggle of power, but in the end, the power of his heart, something Voldemort had not used in many a year, had defeated the Dark Lord and sent him into the after life.
Harry was completely alone in the flat, lying on the sofa, and he rather liked it. There was no Aunt Petunia scolding him, no Dudley hogging the food, and best of all, no Uncle Vernon forbidding him from being himself.
With a whoosh of wings something flew through the window and landed gracefully on his arm. The snowy, white owl bowed slightly before sticking out her right leg. Harry had sent Hermione a letter yesterday and was not surprised to find her reply. Strangely though, he found a second letter tied to Hedwig's left leg. This letter had Hogwarts insignia on it. Harry couldn't imagine why he would be sent such a letter, but continued to open Hermione's letter first.
Dear Harry,
I can't believe it! Right after I finished reading your letter, another arrived for me from Dumbledore. He told me that he's going to retire next year, and Professor McGonagall is going to take his place—and oh, Harry! He says that if I'm willing, McGonagall would like to train me this year as her replacement! Can you believe it? I just showed my parents the letter and they're thrilled. It's such an honor! Here I was trying to get a job as a waitress until I decided on a profession. Of course I'm going to take the job. It will be a great opportunity. I won't be seeing much of you or Ron, but—I'm sorry, it's a chance or a lifetime. Youngest professor in the history of the school! Okay, I'll let you get back to what you were doing.
Love always, Hermione Granger
Harry looked up from the letter, his head whirling. This seemed like just the thing to happen to Hermione. He only doubted for a second that she would be up to teaching 7th years. Head still spinning, Harry started when he saw his own letter from Hogwarts. He slipped his finger under the wax seal and began to read.
Dear Mr. Potter,
As you fully know, Hogwarts is in need of a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for the seventh year in a row. The current list of candidates has sunk to a meager handful. Due to your scores, proficiency, N.E.W.T.'s, O.W.L.'s, stamina, hands-on experience, and similar previous position as president of the D.A., you will not be surprised to learn that you are at the head of the aforementioned list. Hogwarts would be more than grateful to receive such an asset as yourself. Therefore, I am asking as a personal favor that you would consider returning to Hogwarts on the first of September as our ally. If you should feel an inkling in this direction, please send a return owl and you shall be sent information regarding arrival, etc.
With warm wishes, Albus Dumbledore
Harry's heart had just skipped several beats. He could not believe his good fortune. His hopes of becoming an auror had been squashed by his grades. Now though, he felt as if this were the opportunity he had been waiting for his whole life. Hogwarts was, and always would be, his home. Hastily, he grabbed a pencil and flipped over the letter from Dumbledore, before setting it down again and running off for parchment, a quill, and an inkwell.
Dear Professor Dumbledore,
I would be more than honored to return to Hogwarts as a professor. I am sorry to hear the news of your retirement. Hermione Granger has already told me that she will be taking over Professor McGonagall's postion. Thank you again.
Harry Potter
Harry tied this letter to Hedwig's leg. He then made a copy of his letter from Dumbledore, scrawled a note to Hermione on the back, and gave Hedwig two owl treats before giving her a kiss on the head and letting her fly through the window. He flopped himself on the sofa and looked at the beige stucco ceiling which seemed to him to reflect the sun and clouds just as the one in the great hall. This would be a year to remember.
A. N. Read and review, perdy please! I'll try and get a second chapter up when I can.
By Marmalade Fever
Chapter 1, An Unexpected Request
Disclaimer: I do not own or claim any of the Harry Potter storyline or insignia so carefully plotted out by Ms. Rowling.
It was summer. Only a month ago, Harry had spent two weeks recuperating in Mungos. He had been dismissed just in time to make it back to Hogwarts for a small graduation ceremony. He was now living in a small flat in London which he shared with his friend, Ron Weasley. Ron had recently acquired a small fortune. Apparently he had been given stocks for Weasley's Wizard Wheezes for Christmas and birthday alike the last two years in a row. It seemed quiet here. Ron was currently visiting his brother Charlie in Egypt. It hardly seemed possible to Harry that he could have defeated Lord Voldemort. It had been a great struggle of power, but in the end, the power of his heart, something Voldemort had not used in many a year, had defeated the Dark Lord and sent him into the after life.
Harry was completely alone in the flat, lying on the sofa, and he rather liked it. There was no Aunt Petunia scolding him, no Dudley hogging the food, and best of all, no Uncle Vernon forbidding him from being himself.
With a whoosh of wings something flew through the window and landed gracefully on his arm. The snowy, white owl bowed slightly before sticking out her right leg. Harry had sent Hermione a letter yesterday and was not surprised to find her reply. Strangely though, he found a second letter tied to Hedwig's left leg. This letter had Hogwarts insignia on it. Harry couldn't imagine why he would be sent such a letter, but continued to open Hermione's letter first.
Dear Harry,
I can't believe it! Right after I finished reading your letter, another arrived for me from Dumbledore. He told me that he's going to retire next year, and Professor McGonagall is going to take his place—and oh, Harry! He says that if I'm willing, McGonagall would like to train me this year as her replacement! Can you believe it? I just showed my parents the letter and they're thrilled. It's such an honor! Here I was trying to get a job as a waitress until I decided on a profession. Of course I'm going to take the job. It will be a great opportunity. I won't be seeing much of you or Ron, but—I'm sorry, it's a chance or a lifetime. Youngest professor in the history of the school! Okay, I'll let you get back to what you were doing.
Love always, Hermione Granger
Harry looked up from the letter, his head whirling. This seemed like just the thing to happen to Hermione. He only doubted for a second that she would be up to teaching 7th years. Head still spinning, Harry started when he saw his own letter from Hogwarts. He slipped his finger under the wax seal and began to read.
Dear Mr. Potter,
As you fully know, Hogwarts is in need of a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for the seventh year in a row. The current list of candidates has sunk to a meager handful. Due to your scores, proficiency, N.E.W.T.'s, O.W.L.'s, stamina, hands-on experience, and similar previous position as president of the D.A., you will not be surprised to learn that you are at the head of the aforementioned list. Hogwarts would be more than grateful to receive such an asset as yourself. Therefore, I am asking as a personal favor that you would consider returning to Hogwarts on the first of September as our ally. If you should feel an inkling in this direction, please send a return owl and you shall be sent information regarding arrival, etc.
With warm wishes, Albus Dumbledore
Harry's heart had just skipped several beats. He could not believe his good fortune. His hopes of becoming an auror had been squashed by his grades. Now though, he felt as if this were the opportunity he had been waiting for his whole life. Hogwarts was, and always would be, his home. Hastily, he grabbed a pencil and flipped over the letter from Dumbledore, before setting it down again and running off for parchment, a quill, and an inkwell.
Dear Professor Dumbledore,
I would be more than honored to return to Hogwarts as a professor. I am sorry to hear the news of your retirement. Hermione Granger has already told me that she will be taking over Professor McGonagall's postion. Thank you again.
Harry Potter
Harry tied this letter to Hedwig's leg. He then made a copy of his letter from Dumbledore, scrawled a note to Hermione on the back, and gave Hedwig two owl treats before giving her a kiss on the head and letting her fly through the window. He flopped himself on the sofa and looked at the beige stucco ceiling which seemed to him to reflect the sun and clouds just as the one in the great hall. This would be a year to remember.
A. N. Read and review, perdy please! I'll try and get a second chapter up when I can.