Harry Potter & the Return to Honeychurch Institute of Magic
By Darkmoore
Everyone chuckled as Fitzy said, "Yeah, your Harry's kid alright."
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Chapter Sixteen: The Children Have Returned
Harry sat there at the table calmly eating breakfast and watched as it once again happened to him.
"HARRY JAMES POTTER, WHO BLOOOD TRAITOR ABOMINATION SON OF A WHORE!" screeched the voice of Narcissa Malfoy. "HOW DARE YOU KEEP MY FAMILY"S WEALTH FROM ME! I DEMAND THAT YOU RETURN FULL CONTROL OF THE MY FAMILY'S VAULTS TO ME IMMEDIATELY! YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO RIGHT TO KEEP ME FROM IT! I AWAIT YOUR RETURN OWL WITH THE MASTER KEY THIS VERY MORNING!"
Then the howler exploded into a shower of ash and smoke, leaving Harry to once again dig into his kippers and toast. "Good morning to you to Narcissa," he said after he had swallowed his food.
The other teachers who were sitting at the table having breakfast all turned to look at Harry. "How ever does one get used to daily howlers?" asked the young teacher, Tepthilda Konkle.
"Actually," Fitzy answered, "after a while, you start to miss them when you're not eating breakfast with Harry every morning."
The other teachers shook with laughter.
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Looking up from his desk where he was making lesson plans, Harry says, "Good morning kiddo," as a blurry eyed Tommy stumbled into his office.
"Morning," he pajama clad boy whispers, still not yet awake.
Harry smiles affectionately at him and asks, "What are you doing out in the castle this morning, you look like you should still be in bed?"
"You weren't there and I wanted to see where you were," he replied, though still very tired from the traveling and excitement of yesterday.
"Well, I'm here working on my lesson plans and getting my classroom and office organized for the upcoming year, which starts tomorrow. Why don't you go back up and find Nanny and see if you can't get into something other than your pajamas," Harry said to him and then called for "Dobby."
Moments later the elf popped into the room and said, "Yes, Harry Potter, is you's needing something?"
"Yeah Dobby, would you help Tommy here back to his room, into some clothes and help him find some breakfast?"
"Of course, I is doing it right away," squeaked the elf happily.
"Tommy," Harry began, but the boy had curled up into the couch in the corner of his office and started to drift off to sleep once more. Harry and Dobby both smiled, as he shook the boy and said, "After I'm done here, we can go down to the pitch together and ride our brooms and I'll teach you Quidditch."
Tommy's eyed shot open in anticipation. It didn't matter if he had once been the darkest wizard in centuries to walk the Earth or not, Quidditch was still Quidditch, and every little boy loves Quidditch.
"Really?" he asked, getting very excited.
"Uh huh," Harry replied, "but first you have to get dressed and eat something. You can't play on an empty stomach you know?"
Now wide awake, Tommy grabs Dobby's hand and together they go scurrying through the castle back to tower where the staff live, leaving Harry behind laughing.
"Well what was that?" asked a bewildered Fitzy as she passed in the corridor.
"That, my dear Maude Fitzhugh," Harry said in an amused voice, "Was a six year old boy about to have his very first Quidditch lesson out on our very own pitch."
Fitzy rolled her eyes at him, "Why don't you have children of your own? You'd make a great father."
Harry looked pensive for a moment and replied, "Maybe someday."
"No, not someday, you should do it now, while your young and can enjoy it the most," the plump Charms teacher replied, but then thought about it. "No, I somehow think that even if you're a hundred years old, you'd still try to get on a broom and play seeker."
"And I'd catch it too," said Harry with a smirk.
Fitzy scoffed and said, "Why is it all men think that their penis is … oh wait, I forgot, yours is that big." Then she turned and walked down to her office leaving Harry slightly red faced.
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A short time later, after Harry is finished setting up his lesson plans for his Defense Against the Dark Arts classes, he returns to his quarters to find Tommy and to retrieve his Firebolt.
"Tommy?" he says as he enters his sitting room.
"He's in his room getting dressed, Dobby fed him enough food, you may have trouble getting him off the ground today," said the painting of Sirius Black.
Harry smiled, "Good morning Sirius."
"So are you going to ever tell me what's going on with the boy or are you going to make me waste valuable time playing a guessing game?"
"Depends on how good you are at guessing?" Harry said with a devilish grin.
Sirius huffed and said, "Don't make me climb out of this painting and spank you."
"I'd like to see you try," Harry said defiantly, but knew in his heart he would have to have this conversation sooner or later. "Remember yesterday, when you commented in Tommy's name?"
Sirius nodded wanting his godson to continue.
"You see there is a reason that his name is Tommy Riddle, that's because he is Tom Riddle."
Sirius looked confused for a moment, "Harry you've been hanging around Albus Dumbledore too much, you're beginning to talk in riddles like he does."
Harry sighed and tried again, "No Sirius, I mean that Tommy, the boy who is my legal ward, is the rejuvenated form of Voldemort. When he and I dueled at the end of my seventh year, I thought I had killed him, but instead it seems that I used the Charms of Making to return him to an infant and cleanse him of the evil that is Voldemort."
"WHAT?!?" bellowed Sirius. "You mean to tell me that you've taken in the very person who murdered your parents and damned you to years of suffering? Why in the name of Merlin would you do such a thing?"
"If I hadn't taken him in, they would have killed him and besides Dumbledore talked me into it," Harry began. "It doesn't matter Sirius, he needs me and since I did this to him, it's my responsibility to look after him now to see that he doesn't grow up to become a monster once again." Harry was soon becoming weary, he had this argument too many times now and he was tired of having it repeatedly.
"Dumbledore did this to you?" growled Sirius. "Well, I think I need to have a little talk with that old man." Then Sirius walked out of his painting and not into any of the others that were hanging in the room.
'Where did he go?' Harry thought to himself and then he remembered that if there was more than one painting of Sirius, then he could move in between them freely. 'Dumbledore must have one of Sirius also, he meant for Sirius to spy on me for him. He probably planned on me taking Tommy in even when he gave me this painting way back then.'
"Manipulative old son of a …" Harry began but stopped when he saw Tommy walk out of his room carrying his junior broom. Harry pushed his anger down for the moment and said, "Ready to go flying?"
"Yeah," Tommy grinned with anticipation.
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Down on the pitch, Tommy helped Harry look over the Cleansweeps to make sure they were still in good working order and then the two of them walked out to the middle of the pitch with their brooms.
Harry set his broom on the ground and indicated for Tommy to do the same, "Now, I don't know if this is going to work or not, as you might be too young still. I've never taught anyone under the age of eleven to use a broom before, so let's see if this works. Now stand on the left side of your broom, raise your right hand over it and say 'up.'"
Tommy did as he was told, but the broom didn't move and he looked crestfallen, as if he had failed.
Harry smiled and said, "Don't worry, you may be too young as I said, or maybe …" thinking about it Harry had an idea. "Tommy, try with my broom, it may be that junior brooms won't do this trick."
So the boy walked over and tried it again with Harry's Firebolt. The broom didn't jump up into his hand, but instead lazily floated up to his hand. Tommy beamed.
"It's probably the junior broom, but that was brilliant," praised Harry, as he handed the boy his junior broom back and together they mounted their brooms and took off. Tommy's broom didn't raise very high, just high enough his toes to scrape the ground and Harry flew just as low so they would be together.
If anyone had been watching who didn't know them, they would have sworn they were watching a touching father/son moment as Harry taught Tommy how to maneuver his broom around the pitch. However, the only people watching were Professor Taryn Whitlock, who was tending to the animals he would be teaching about in the first week of classes and Professor Tepthilda Konkle, who was standing in the archway of the main entrance.
After an hour of flying together, Harry stopped Tommy and they set down.
"Why can't I fly anymore?" whined Tommy, but Harry ignored him and picked him up and set him on the Firebolt with him. Then they shot three hundred feet straight up into the air causing Tommy to scream with delight. Smirking Harry kicked the Firebolt into action and they began to race around the pitch as fast the old broom would go making scream even loader.
"THIS IS SO COOL!"
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As Harry and Tommy were walking through the entrance hall of the castle, they passed Edwina's office and Harry overheard what was the unmistakable gruff voice of Botolf Proctor.
"Edwina, be reasonable. You can at least tell us who is in the running to be the deputy head of the school."
Harry was rather keen to know the answer to that as well.
"Tommy," Harry said politely, "I just remembered I need to see the Headmistress before the celebration tonight, would you mind running along to our quarters alone?"
Tommy smiled and began to run through the castle whooping at the freedom he was just given as Harry looked around to make sure he was alone before transforming into his second animagus form of a cat and began to poke around.
Entering the office Harry heard the conversation in progress.
"Botolf, I assure you, no one will be installed into the position before everyone who is interested in it will have a chance to apply for it," Edwina stated plainly.
"Yes, you've said that before, but I wanted to know who you and Angus have in mind for the position," Proctor replied. "I can guess that Angus will want Terentia because of her age, she is the senior member of staff outside of the two of you. I would gather that you are probably rather have Potter as your right hand man, as you practically drool on him ever since he saved the school."
Edwina looked somewhat annoyed with the transfiguration teacher but let it slip by as she knew he wanted the position and was afraid of being over looked. "Botolf, I have told you before, Angus and I have been thinking about it and we have four different people in mind and you are indeed one of them. However, who the other four are will have to wait until we have time to think about it further. After the school year is underway, we will be talking to all four of you to discover who truly wants the position."
Proctor huffed about it for a minute and then left the office.
Sitting in the corner as small black cat was watching the scene and was thinking, 'Damn.'
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Later that evening, after Harry had taken a shower and put on a fresh set of dress robes for the occasion, he heard Tommy come into his bedroom and sit on the bed.
"Harry, why can't I come to the feast tonight?"
Harry sat down beside him and explained, "Because you're too young, we'll be up past your bedtime and it's for the students who are enrolled in the school. You can come down tomorrow and meet everyone, I promise."
"But I want to come down tonight."
"Tommy," Harry said in a warning tone, "I know you want to come, but you know you can't. You're going to have a nice supper up here with Nanny and Dobby and then you're going to bed on time tonight. Tomorrow you are going to start school work just like everyone else in the castle and I want you rested for it and that's that."
Together they got up from the bed and Harry took his ward to Nanny Talmadge's quarters next door to his own and left Tommy with her before proceeding down to the main floor of the castle to wait for the students to arrive.
"So what do we do now?" Harry asked Vesta when he arrived in the entry.
"Not much until the carriages return with the students in them," she replied as he snaked his arm around her waist. "Stop that," she admonished, "We're not back in Grimmauld Place and you really shouldn't be acting this way in front of the students."
Fitzy snorted behind them, "Get a room you two."
"What a great idea," Harry said and began to nibble on curve of Vesta's neck.
"Harry James Potter, you stop that at once. I will not be the laughing stock of this school," Vesta said to him sternly and he ignored her as he began to suck on one of her earlobes.
"I don't think he's listening to you Vesta," laughed Fitzy.
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Harry stopped what he was doing after a few minutes and a threat from Vesta about the use of shrinking potions in his morning coffee and they began to greet students as the carriages arrived through the golden gates.
"Professor!" bellowed Will Beagle when he saw Harry standing in the entrance hall.
"Will, Xander," Harry called out them and patted each on the back when they got to him. "How was your summer?"
"It was great sir," said Will.
"Yeah, it was great, if you like watching your brother having a baby and cooing over his boyfriend," replied Xander sarcastically.
"Xander, don't be so glum. Some day you'll fall in love and want to make a family too and it doesn't mean you'll do it like your brother at all," Harry said, trying to be supportive of his student.
"I hope so."
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As the dining hall quieted down and everyone had taken their seats, Professor Morgan and Professor Konkle came into the hall with twelve eleven year olds and marched them up to the staff table. Harry watched as the students were lined up facing them and then he looked over and saw that Madame Klump was looking down her nose at them pretending to size them up to make sure they were worthy to study magic in her school. Harry remembered her doing this to him last year.
Then Professor Morgan made her announcement as was his part of the ritual, "Madame Klump, esteemed teachers, I would like to humbly present these new students for inspection."
Unknown to the frightened looking first year students, but the two witches standing behind them were making faces at the headmistress trying to make her laugh, which was also part of the tradition of the school. Trying to make the headmistress and staff laugh so their students would be accepted more readily was an old and treasured tradition among the staff.
Soon the two Professor Thorne's were cracking smiles and Fitzy was laughing out right as the two class sponsors performed a confundance charm on the first years and began to dance for the staff. Harry noticed that the entire staff, with the exception of himself, Professor Proctor and his beloved Professor Sangeorge, was the only ones not shaking with laughter as Celeste Morgan; a witch in her early fifties was doing a Muggle style fan dance.
Harry was trying his level headed best not to break out laughing, but felt if it didn't end soon he would break, especially as Professor Konkle a large blue clown's wig and placed it on her head. He was strong and he convinced himself that he would not break; it wasn't until he looked over at Vesta that he met his undoing. As he looked at her, he saw she was going through the same thing he was and when their eyes met, they both burst out laughing.
Finally, however, Madame Klump gave in and stopped the show that was going on before them and directed the students to their appropriate tables and explained the tradition to yet another generation of students.
After calming down and wiping away the tears from her eyes, Madame Klump rose from her seat cleared her throat in order for any lingering students attention and to find their proper places at their tables so that she may begin her start-of-term speech to begin the new school year.
"Good evening students, once again we start a brand new school year saying goodbye to old friends and saying hello to the new. Last year we said goodbye to our graduating class and this year we've just met a wonderful group of young people and I am pleased to announce we have a new member of staff this year. Professor Tepthilda Konkle will be taking over the teaching of Arithmancy as Professor Evanston has regretfully decided to retire from teaching."
The sounds of polite applause filled the hall for a few moments
Madame Klump then continued and began her annual speech covering Honeychurch's history. "The Honeychurch Institute of Magic was founded in 1527 by the Honeychurch family which, unfortunately, has long ago died out." As he had the year before Harry zoned out during the speech and began thinking about other things, flying on his broom, what they were going to talk about in his first class tomorrow, but mostly he thought about what Vesta would look like laying naked on his bed as he licked and tipped at her creamy smooth skin. His mind wondered to the thought of his head between her breasts licking her breast bone and then moving over to take in one of her erect nipples into his mouth and the moans he would entice her to make for him. However, he was brought out of his thoughts when he heard the Headmistress say, "…and let the New Year Celebration begin."
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Once the New Year Celebration was over and all the plates were magically cleaned, Madame Klump dismissed the student body and the sleepy pupils made their way to their dormitories.
"Harry?" Professor Morgan asked.
"Yeah?"
"I hate to ask, but could you walk the boys to Brutus Tower? Both Tepthilda and I are going to take the girls to Desdrilla Tower and I don't know the password to get in."
"Of course, I'd be happy to take them for you. I think I even know two little helpers for me also," said Harry with a smile as he looked over at Will Beagle and Xander Malfoy.
"Have fun then," she said and walked over to the table to collect the first year girls.
Harry walks over to his two wayward boys and taps them on the shoulder. "Gentlemen, I have a task for you, if you feel up to it."
Will nodded his head and looked guilty about something, while Xander looked suspicious.
Harry continued, "I have been asked to show the first year boys to their dormitory and I was hoping you would walk with us and help show them around the tower. However, before we go anywhere would the two of like to tell me why you're sitting here looking like I just caught you red handed doing something wrong?"
Xander looked to Will, who answered, "Because you're paranoid sir."
To Be Continued…
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By Darkmoore
Everyone chuckled as Fitzy said, "Yeah, your Harry's kid alright."
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Chapter Sixteen: The Children Have Returned
Harry sat there at the table calmly eating breakfast and watched as it once again happened to him.
"HARRY JAMES POTTER, WHO BLOOOD TRAITOR ABOMINATION SON OF A WHORE!" screeched the voice of Narcissa Malfoy. "HOW DARE YOU KEEP MY FAMILY"S WEALTH FROM ME! I DEMAND THAT YOU RETURN FULL CONTROL OF THE MY FAMILY'S VAULTS TO ME IMMEDIATELY! YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO RIGHT TO KEEP ME FROM IT! I AWAIT YOUR RETURN OWL WITH THE MASTER KEY THIS VERY MORNING!"
Then the howler exploded into a shower of ash and smoke, leaving Harry to once again dig into his kippers and toast. "Good morning to you to Narcissa," he said after he had swallowed his food.
The other teachers who were sitting at the table having breakfast all turned to look at Harry. "How ever does one get used to daily howlers?" asked the young teacher, Tepthilda Konkle.
"Actually," Fitzy answered, "after a while, you start to miss them when you're not eating breakfast with Harry every morning."
The other teachers shook with laughter.
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Looking up from his desk where he was making lesson plans, Harry says, "Good morning kiddo," as a blurry eyed Tommy stumbled into his office.
"Morning," he pajama clad boy whispers, still not yet awake.
Harry smiles affectionately at him and asks, "What are you doing out in the castle this morning, you look like you should still be in bed?"
"You weren't there and I wanted to see where you were," he replied, though still very tired from the traveling and excitement of yesterday.
"Well, I'm here working on my lesson plans and getting my classroom and office organized for the upcoming year, which starts tomorrow. Why don't you go back up and find Nanny and see if you can't get into something other than your pajamas," Harry said to him and then called for "Dobby."
Moments later the elf popped into the room and said, "Yes, Harry Potter, is you's needing something?"
"Yeah Dobby, would you help Tommy here back to his room, into some clothes and help him find some breakfast?"
"Of course, I is doing it right away," squeaked the elf happily.
"Tommy," Harry began, but the boy had curled up into the couch in the corner of his office and started to drift off to sleep once more. Harry and Dobby both smiled, as he shook the boy and said, "After I'm done here, we can go down to the pitch together and ride our brooms and I'll teach you Quidditch."
Tommy's eyed shot open in anticipation. It didn't matter if he had once been the darkest wizard in centuries to walk the Earth or not, Quidditch was still Quidditch, and every little boy loves Quidditch.
"Really?" he asked, getting very excited.
"Uh huh," Harry replied, "but first you have to get dressed and eat something. You can't play on an empty stomach you know?"
Now wide awake, Tommy grabs Dobby's hand and together they go scurrying through the castle back to tower where the staff live, leaving Harry behind laughing.
"Well what was that?" asked a bewildered Fitzy as she passed in the corridor.
"That, my dear Maude Fitzhugh," Harry said in an amused voice, "Was a six year old boy about to have his very first Quidditch lesson out on our very own pitch."
Fitzy rolled her eyes at him, "Why don't you have children of your own? You'd make a great father."
Harry looked pensive for a moment and replied, "Maybe someday."
"No, not someday, you should do it now, while your young and can enjoy it the most," the plump Charms teacher replied, but then thought about it. "No, I somehow think that even if you're a hundred years old, you'd still try to get on a broom and play seeker."
"And I'd catch it too," said Harry with a smirk.
Fitzy scoffed and said, "Why is it all men think that their penis is … oh wait, I forgot, yours is that big." Then she turned and walked down to her office leaving Harry slightly red faced.
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A short time later, after Harry is finished setting up his lesson plans for his Defense Against the Dark Arts classes, he returns to his quarters to find Tommy and to retrieve his Firebolt.
"Tommy?" he says as he enters his sitting room.
"He's in his room getting dressed, Dobby fed him enough food, you may have trouble getting him off the ground today," said the painting of Sirius Black.
Harry smiled, "Good morning Sirius."
"So are you going to ever tell me what's going on with the boy or are you going to make me waste valuable time playing a guessing game?"
"Depends on how good you are at guessing?" Harry said with a devilish grin.
Sirius huffed and said, "Don't make me climb out of this painting and spank you."
"I'd like to see you try," Harry said defiantly, but knew in his heart he would have to have this conversation sooner or later. "Remember yesterday, when you commented in Tommy's name?"
Sirius nodded wanting his godson to continue.
"You see there is a reason that his name is Tommy Riddle, that's because he is Tom Riddle."
Sirius looked confused for a moment, "Harry you've been hanging around Albus Dumbledore too much, you're beginning to talk in riddles like he does."
Harry sighed and tried again, "No Sirius, I mean that Tommy, the boy who is my legal ward, is the rejuvenated form of Voldemort. When he and I dueled at the end of my seventh year, I thought I had killed him, but instead it seems that I used the Charms of Making to return him to an infant and cleanse him of the evil that is Voldemort."
"WHAT?!?" bellowed Sirius. "You mean to tell me that you've taken in the very person who murdered your parents and damned you to years of suffering? Why in the name of Merlin would you do such a thing?"
"If I hadn't taken him in, they would have killed him and besides Dumbledore talked me into it," Harry began. "It doesn't matter Sirius, he needs me and since I did this to him, it's my responsibility to look after him now to see that he doesn't grow up to become a monster once again." Harry was soon becoming weary, he had this argument too many times now and he was tired of having it repeatedly.
"Dumbledore did this to you?" growled Sirius. "Well, I think I need to have a little talk with that old man." Then Sirius walked out of his painting and not into any of the others that were hanging in the room.
'Where did he go?' Harry thought to himself and then he remembered that if there was more than one painting of Sirius, then he could move in between them freely. 'Dumbledore must have one of Sirius also, he meant for Sirius to spy on me for him. He probably planned on me taking Tommy in even when he gave me this painting way back then.'
"Manipulative old son of a …" Harry began but stopped when he saw Tommy walk out of his room carrying his junior broom. Harry pushed his anger down for the moment and said, "Ready to go flying?"
"Yeah," Tommy grinned with anticipation.
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Down on the pitch, Tommy helped Harry look over the Cleansweeps to make sure they were still in good working order and then the two of them walked out to the middle of the pitch with their brooms.
Harry set his broom on the ground and indicated for Tommy to do the same, "Now, I don't know if this is going to work or not, as you might be too young still. I've never taught anyone under the age of eleven to use a broom before, so let's see if this works. Now stand on the left side of your broom, raise your right hand over it and say 'up.'"
Tommy did as he was told, but the broom didn't move and he looked crestfallen, as if he had failed.
Harry smiled and said, "Don't worry, you may be too young as I said, or maybe …" thinking about it Harry had an idea. "Tommy, try with my broom, it may be that junior brooms won't do this trick."
So the boy walked over and tried it again with Harry's Firebolt. The broom didn't jump up into his hand, but instead lazily floated up to his hand. Tommy beamed.
"It's probably the junior broom, but that was brilliant," praised Harry, as he handed the boy his junior broom back and together they mounted their brooms and took off. Tommy's broom didn't raise very high, just high enough his toes to scrape the ground and Harry flew just as low so they would be together.
If anyone had been watching who didn't know them, they would have sworn they were watching a touching father/son moment as Harry taught Tommy how to maneuver his broom around the pitch. However, the only people watching were Professor Taryn Whitlock, who was tending to the animals he would be teaching about in the first week of classes and Professor Tepthilda Konkle, who was standing in the archway of the main entrance.
After an hour of flying together, Harry stopped Tommy and they set down.
"Why can't I fly anymore?" whined Tommy, but Harry ignored him and picked him up and set him on the Firebolt with him. Then they shot three hundred feet straight up into the air causing Tommy to scream with delight. Smirking Harry kicked the Firebolt into action and they began to race around the pitch as fast the old broom would go making scream even loader.
"THIS IS SO COOL!"
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As Harry and Tommy were walking through the entrance hall of the castle, they passed Edwina's office and Harry overheard what was the unmistakable gruff voice of Botolf Proctor.
"Edwina, be reasonable. You can at least tell us who is in the running to be the deputy head of the school."
Harry was rather keen to know the answer to that as well.
"Tommy," Harry said politely, "I just remembered I need to see the Headmistress before the celebration tonight, would you mind running along to our quarters alone?"
Tommy smiled and began to run through the castle whooping at the freedom he was just given as Harry looked around to make sure he was alone before transforming into his second animagus form of a cat and began to poke around.
Entering the office Harry heard the conversation in progress.
"Botolf, I assure you, no one will be installed into the position before everyone who is interested in it will have a chance to apply for it," Edwina stated plainly.
"Yes, you've said that before, but I wanted to know who you and Angus have in mind for the position," Proctor replied. "I can guess that Angus will want Terentia because of her age, she is the senior member of staff outside of the two of you. I would gather that you are probably rather have Potter as your right hand man, as you practically drool on him ever since he saved the school."
Edwina looked somewhat annoyed with the transfiguration teacher but let it slip by as she knew he wanted the position and was afraid of being over looked. "Botolf, I have told you before, Angus and I have been thinking about it and we have four different people in mind and you are indeed one of them. However, who the other four are will have to wait until we have time to think about it further. After the school year is underway, we will be talking to all four of you to discover who truly wants the position."
Proctor huffed about it for a minute and then left the office.
Sitting in the corner as small black cat was watching the scene and was thinking, 'Damn.'
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Later that evening, after Harry had taken a shower and put on a fresh set of dress robes for the occasion, he heard Tommy come into his bedroom and sit on the bed.
"Harry, why can't I come to the feast tonight?"
Harry sat down beside him and explained, "Because you're too young, we'll be up past your bedtime and it's for the students who are enrolled in the school. You can come down tomorrow and meet everyone, I promise."
"But I want to come down tonight."
"Tommy," Harry said in a warning tone, "I know you want to come, but you know you can't. You're going to have a nice supper up here with Nanny and Dobby and then you're going to bed on time tonight. Tomorrow you are going to start school work just like everyone else in the castle and I want you rested for it and that's that."
Together they got up from the bed and Harry took his ward to Nanny Talmadge's quarters next door to his own and left Tommy with her before proceeding down to the main floor of the castle to wait for the students to arrive.
"So what do we do now?" Harry asked Vesta when he arrived in the entry.
"Not much until the carriages return with the students in them," she replied as he snaked his arm around her waist. "Stop that," she admonished, "We're not back in Grimmauld Place and you really shouldn't be acting this way in front of the students."
Fitzy snorted behind them, "Get a room you two."
"What a great idea," Harry said and began to nibble on curve of Vesta's neck.
"Harry James Potter, you stop that at once. I will not be the laughing stock of this school," Vesta said to him sternly and he ignored her as he began to suck on one of her earlobes.
"I don't think he's listening to you Vesta," laughed Fitzy.
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Harry stopped what he was doing after a few minutes and a threat from Vesta about the use of shrinking potions in his morning coffee and they began to greet students as the carriages arrived through the golden gates.
"Professor!" bellowed Will Beagle when he saw Harry standing in the entrance hall.
"Will, Xander," Harry called out them and patted each on the back when they got to him. "How was your summer?"
"It was great sir," said Will.
"Yeah, it was great, if you like watching your brother having a baby and cooing over his boyfriend," replied Xander sarcastically.
"Xander, don't be so glum. Some day you'll fall in love and want to make a family too and it doesn't mean you'll do it like your brother at all," Harry said, trying to be supportive of his student.
"I hope so."
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As the dining hall quieted down and everyone had taken their seats, Professor Morgan and Professor Konkle came into the hall with twelve eleven year olds and marched them up to the staff table. Harry watched as the students were lined up facing them and then he looked over and saw that Madame Klump was looking down her nose at them pretending to size them up to make sure they were worthy to study magic in her school. Harry remembered her doing this to him last year.
Then Professor Morgan made her announcement as was his part of the ritual, "Madame Klump, esteemed teachers, I would like to humbly present these new students for inspection."
Unknown to the frightened looking first year students, but the two witches standing behind them were making faces at the headmistress trying to make her laugh, which was also part of the tradition of the school. Trying to make the headmistress and staff laugh so their students would be accepted more readily was an old and treasured tradition among the staff.
Soon the two Professor Thorne's were cracking smiles and Fitzy was laughing out right as the two class sponsors performed a confundance charm on the first years and began to dance for the staff. Harry noticed that the entire staff, with the exception of himself, Professor Proctor and his beloved Professor Sangeorge, was the only ones not shaking with laughter as Celeste Morgan; a witch in her early fifties was doing a Muggle style fan dance.
Harry was trying his level headed best not to break out laughing, but felt if it didn't end soon he would break, especially as Professor Konkle a large blue clown's wig and placed it on her head. He was strong and he convinced himself that he would not break; it wasn't until he looked over at Vesta that he met his undoing. As he looked at her, he saw she was going through the same thing he was and when their eyes met, they both burst out laughing.
Finally, however, Madame Klump gave in and stopped the show that was going on before them and directed the students to their appropriate tables and explained the tradition to yet another generation of students.
After calming down and wiping away the tears from her eyes, Madame Klump rose from her seat cleared her throat in order for any lingering students attention and to find their proper places at their tables so that she may begin her start-of-term speech to begin the new school year.
"Good evening students, once again we start a brand new school year saying goodbye to old friends and saying hello to the new. Last year we said goodbye to our graduating class and this year we've just met a wonderful group of young people and I am pleased to announce we have a new member of staff this year. Professor Tepthilda Konkle will be taking over the teaching of Arithmancy as Professor Evanston has regretfully decided to retire from teaching."
The sounds of polite applause filled the hall for a few moments
Madame Klump then continued and began her annual speech covering Honeychurch's history. "The Honeychurch Institute of Magic was founded in 1527 by the Honeychurch family which, unfortunately, has long ago died out." As he had the year before Harry zoned out during the speech and began thinking about other things, flying on his broom, what they were going to talk about in his first class tomorrow, but mostly he thought about what Vesta would look like laying naked on his bed as he licked and tipped at her creamy smooth skin. His mind wondered to the thought of his head between her breasts licking her breast bone and then moving over to take in one of her erect nipples into his mouth and the moans he would entice her to make for him. However, he was brought out of his thoughts when he heard the Headmistress say, "…and let the New Year Celebration begin."
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Once the New Year Celebration was over and all the plates were magically cleaned, Madame Klump dismissed the student body and the sleepy pupils made their way to their dormitories.
"Harry?" Professor Morgan asked.
"Yeah?"
"I hate to ask, but could you walk the boys to Brutus Tower? Both Tepthilda and I are going to take the girls to Desdrilla Tower and I don't know the password to get in."
"Of course, I'd be happy to take them for you. I think I even know two little helpers for me also," said Harry with a smile as he looked over at Will Beagle and Xander Malfoy.
"Have fun then," she said and walked over to the table to collect the first year girls.
Harry walks over to his two wayward boys and taps them on the shoulder. "Gentlemen, I have a task for you, if you feel up to it."
Will nodded his head and looked guilty about something, while Xander looked suspicious.
Harry continued, "I have been asked to show the first year boys to their dormitory and I was hoping you would walk with us and help show them around the tower. However, before we go anywhere would the two of like to tell me why you're sitting here looking like I just caught you red handed doing something wrong?"
Xander looked to Will, who answered, "Because you're paranoid sir."
To Be Continued…
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