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"As you wish, Headmaster."

"Professor Morrow, I will take you to your living quarter, I hope that you are well prepared to teach the students of Lord Voldemort this year as well as the Unforgivables?"

"I'm always ready to pass my experience to the student, Professor."

Dumbledore lead Harry to his living quarters and said, "So Harry, how are you these fifteen years?"

"Bad! Very bad. Imagine that one has go through listening to the last moment of one's parents being killed by Lord Voldemort for fifteen straight years or remembering one's worst moment of life for a long time. It was a wonder that both me and Sirius have survived," said Harry in the same raspy voice. After a minute of silence, Harry spoke up, "Albus, can I trust you to help me retrieve my stuffs from Gringotts?"

"That shouldn't be much of a problem, James," said Dumbledore as he stroked his long silvery beard thoughtfully. "You have entrusted me with the key before your imprisonment and I was waiting for you to return to Hogwarts to remove the threat of Lord Voldemort."

But Harry interrupted sharply, "How's Ron and Hermione?"

"They are very well, James. And they are now married to each other," said Dumbledore with a smile. Harry almost laughed out loud.

"It's high time that the two of them get together! Those two love each other but refuse to believe it," grinned Harry as the Headmaster. The Headmaster just smile and look at Harry. Then he stood up and walked towards the fireplace. He thrust his hand into picture on top of it and pulled out a wand, eleven inches to be precise, holly wood that encased a single phoenix tail feather. Harry stared at Dumbledore with mixed look of surprise, shock stun, and happiness.

"My wand..." croaked Harry as he looked at his old friend, his wand, a longing, a desire which burnt his heart as he walked and retrieve from his Headmaster. Harry immediately felt the sudden warmth in his hand, which he missed those fifteen years in the Azkaban. Harry examines the wand closely and found not even a scratch or fingerprint on it. A shower of golden red sparks jumped out from the wand and danced around the room. Dumbledore noticed the sparks and tried to put them out with his wand but failed. He turned to look at Harry only to find the boy to be totally immense in his wand. Dumbledore then clear his throat loudly and with an amused look on his face, watched as Harry jerked back to reality.

"Sorry Professor," mumbled Harry sheepishly. "But Professor how did you managed to get my wand. I thought it was snapped into two by the Ministry."

"Ah...I had one made by Mr Ollivander who is a close family friend of mine, no questions asked," smile Dumbledore as he watched Harry with amusement.

After a minute of silence, Harry said, "Thanks for everything Professor Dumbledore."

"I can understand," said Dumbledore with a twinkle that shone brightly. "Well, I better be off."

"Then goodbye," said Harry and he turned back to the room. Dumbledore watched as Harry remove the sparks with a quick swept of his wand.

"Diagon Alley!" said the Headmaster calmly as he threw the Floo powder, which he drew out from his pocket, into the fire.

"He is indeed more powerful than I'm," said Dumbledore to himself as he stepped into the fireplace and he disappeared with a 'pop!'

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Harry watched as the students filed into the Great Hall. Dumbledore had introduced Harry to the rest of the staff earlier on. Harry was slightly surprised to learn that his previous Divination teacher, Professor Trelawney, had retired and had been taken over by an old friend of his, Lavender Brown. Other then that there is not much changes. Hermione is acting as the assistance teacher of Professor Flitwick who is showing her the reins so that she can take over after he retires at the end of this year. Cho is taking lessons from Madam Hooch so that she will become the new flight instructor of Hogwarts.

Harry turned his attention back to the students have already seated down. Harry could easily recognize the bunch of redheads who are sitting at the Gryffindor Table. He then turned to Professor Dumbledore.

"Professor, do ALL the Weasley have their students educated here in Hogwarts?"

"Yes, James," replied the Headmaster. "I believe that Molly and Arthur have over ten grandchildren in Hogwarts presently. It believe that four more will join them later after the Sorting Ceremony."

"I believe that Hogwarts will be overwhelmed by the Weasleys after ten years," commented Harry dryly.

"Shh! The Sorting is about to begin!" hissed a familiar voice on his left. Harry turned and smiled at Hermione.

"Sorry, Professor Weasley," smile Harry charmingly. Hermione threw a disgusted look at Harry and muttered under her breath, "Another Lockhart."

"Believe me Mrs Hermione Granger Weasley," whispered Harry as he turned his attention back to the three-legged chair that had just been brought into the Great Hall by Professor McGonagall. "I'm one of the few who never fears to speak of the Dark Lord's name, Lord Voldemort." Hermione flinched visibly. "Professor Dumbledore had entrusted me with the task to educating the youngsters to defend themselves in this Dark times which are to begin soon."

"Harry Potter must have returned to You-Know-Who," spat Hermione. Harry's face, as blank as a piece of white paper, turned and faced his old friend.

"I stoutly believe that Harry Potter is innocent of all charges!" declared Harry with a sight quiver in his voice, which suggests that he was becoming angry.

Hermione was taken back this comment, clearly.

"We, the whole wizarding world, had placed high hopes on seventeen-year-old boy to defeat a monster over seventy years old. I will be very surprised that any one will not break under the pressure," hissed Harry angrily at his old school friend. "And if you have noticed, a boy who just graduated from this school was expected to defeat one who had gotten his magical certificate for at least fifty years! Are you joking? And I had expect you as his friend to stand by him instead of believe him guilty!"

Hermione was clearly shocked by Harry's comment and she remained silent throughout the Sorting later.

Oh, you may not think that I'm pretty,

But don't judge on what you see!

A young Gryffindor once pulled a sword from within me to safe himself!

And I will eat myself if you can find

Any smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,

Your top hat sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I cap them all.

There's nothing I can't once I'm on you.

So try me one and I tell you

Where you ought to be.

Gryffindor welcomes you,

If you are brave!

For daring, nerve and chivalry,

Set Gryffindor apart;

Or Hufflepuff will suit you,

If you are willing to work.

Those Hufflepuff are just and loyal,

They are true and unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

If you've a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning.

Will find their kind;

Or perhaps the Slytherin!

You'll make real friends

Those cunning folks use any means

To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!

And don't get in a flap!

You're in safe hands though I have none!

For I'm a thinking Cap!

The Sorting Hat finished the song and bowed towards the rest of the school and became silent once again. Harry clapped politely along with other teachers. Harry's first thought, 'It was the same song but with a few alteration.'

"Andrews, Jones!"

Harry turned his attention back to the Headmaster and started to ask him, "Professor, why did the hat mentioned my second year when I pulled out Godric's sword?"

"Don't ask me, I have nothing to do with it," whispered Dumbledore back. Harry then turned his attention back towards the Sorting. Various boys and girls were sorted into houses. Then Harry heard a name that stunned him.

"Dumbledore, Adelaide!"

Harry turned and stared at Dumbledore, little do he know that all other teacher also stared at him. Harry was the first one who voice out the question that was in the mind of all.

"Your great Grand daughter?"

"Yes, James," smiled Dumbledore and clapped politely when the Hat shouted.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

After the Sorting hat has sorted all the students, Dumbledore stood up and declare, "Let the feast begin!"

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"Now that we all well fed and well watered, I have some announcement to make. The Forbidden Forest as it implies is out of bound all time! Hogsmeade is only open to students above year three, so don't you waste your time to try and enter it illegally."

Dumbledore stopped and wait for the information to sink in.

"And lastly, we have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor James Morrow!"

When Dumbledore declared his false name, Harry stood up and bowed to the student body. The Great Hall suddenly filled with silent muttering. Harry sat down and motioned towards his Headmaster.  Dumbledore turned his attention to Harry, who whispered, "Let me address them. I believe that the students believe that this place is cursed."

"Very well, James," said the Headmaster. "Professor Morrow has a few words to say. Professor, please."

"Thank you, Albus," said Harry graciously and he stood up and addressed the students. "I know that almost all of you believe that the DADA position is cursed for none of your teacher has lasted for more than a year. I will be staying here until the Dark Lord, Voldemort..." The whole Hall except Harry and Dumbledore flinched. "had been removed from the surface of the earth. Thank you!" and Harry sat down.

"Thanks for reminding me about the Dark Lord, Professor."

"My pleasure, Albus."

"Now that the Dark Lord have returned, curfew will be imposed on all students. Every one is expected to be in their Common Room by ten in the night. And any one caught wandering in grounds or anywhere in Hogwarts will have one hundred points removed from their respective houses and the teacher who caught you will speak to your head of House. Now off to bed!"

TBC...

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A note from your Author:

Yes! Another chapter! By the way, I have chapter 23 of the Harry Potter: Lord of Light typed out. Now I'm waiting for my Beta's answer. He is really slow...I also can't wait, too. *Sigh*

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