Chapter 3 Hogwarts Teacher (Stella's POV)
Dear Miss Potter,
Hogwarts is looking for a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. I am offering the position to you first. Please reply with in the current fortnight.
Esteemly,
Albus Dumbledore
"A Hogwarts teacher?" I asked myself. "Well what have I got to loose?" I began to write Dumbledore.
Professor Dumbledore,
I would be thrilled to take the offered position. Just inform me of the particulars and I would be more than happy to comply.
Sincerely yours,
Stella Potter
Stella,
You shall need to arrive the week before new term starts. I also should tell you that your nephew, Harry, will be starting his sixth year this term. It would be a safe guess to say that he will pepper you with questions. I shall look forward to seeing you.
Esteemly,
Albus Dumbledore
That Friday I arrived at Hogwarts. I found myself in the doorway being greeted by Professor McGonagall, whom now insisted that I call her Minerva.
"Well, here is your class room and your private chambers and office are through that door. Also Professor Dumbledore would like to see you in his office, the password is Blood Lollypop." And with a smile and a glance over the frames of her glasses, she left.
I hadn't been in this classroom for nearly fifteen years; except I was a student then. I finally left to go find Dumbledore's office.
"Come in Miss Potter." I heard a voice call as I neared the door to his office.
How the bloody hell does he do that? I asked myself as I entered his office.
"Have a seat, dear." He smiled warmly. I sat down and waited for him to say something.
"I fear that there is a detail about working here that I neglected to tell you."