Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter franchise, nor am I making or seeking profit from this work Harry Potter and the Return to Hogwarts

Chapter 5 – Lessons, Lessons, Lesssons

"So when do the students arrive?" Harry asked Hermione as he lay in bed.

"Today, sleepyhead" She replied as she walked all over the apartment.

"So soon, it feels like we just got here"

"This whole experience has been an eye opener Harry. Snape and Dumbledore controlled this school with an iron fist, you on the other hand, can barely get out of bed."

"you don't have to sit there with Snape portrait. Mocking me all day. Making snide comments, he's like…himself!"

"Has he commented on your lack of organization?"

"don't you start" Harry said as he got up. "Dumbledore never chides me…although, I think he was just as unorganized"

"Yes, well he was brilliant" Hermione said as she sipped her tea

"And what am I? A dunce with a scar"

"I love it when you are poetic Harry"

Harry ran into Maxime on his way to the kitchens and told him to go meet the first years. He was anxious to begin classes. It had been a while since he was a teacher and while he wouldn't be teaching at all, he had the difficult task of checking on the professors and making sure all the students are ready for their OWLs and NEWTs. While he didn't like Snape, Harry couldn't help but admire the records that he left. Each professor was extensively profiled from biographical sketches to the NEWTs and OWLs Results of their students. Head Boys and Girls and Perfects also had extensive records and Snape was in the process of building an extensive network to help the students with career choices.

Harry spent most of the day looking at these records. He also spent half an hour with each professor before the evening ceremony. Finally, he got the Sorting hat ready.

"Any words of wisdom?" he asked.

"I'm not the one to ask you know, the one's before you know so." The hat said

"So, any advice guys?"

"First, Mister Potter," Snape bellowed, "don't be lenient with the students, give them a yard, and they will take a mile and the sec…"

The portrait of Dumbledore raised his hand and Snape stopped talking. "Harry, the best advice any of us can give is to be yourself. That is one skill that we all have admired in you." All the portraits nodded in agreement, even Snape managed a nod or two.

Harry left his office feeling well. He had a good feeling about this year.

In another part of England, a cloaked couple entered a bar.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" the woman said.

"What other way is there?"

"Ron, Harry and Hermione wouldn't approve" Luna said as she looked around the bar.

"They've never approved. Well, Hermione anyway."

"You cannot blame her, I'd do the same Ron, if I were married to Harry…not that I want to" Luna quickly said.

Ron looked at her suspiciously. He then turned to the rest of the bar. "Out contact is over there." Ron went to sit down as Luna got a seat at the Bar. "You Farrel?"

"You must be Hector's friend"

"yes, now what do have for me"

"Just a name" Farrel said. He started to get jittery.

"Just a name?"

"last name"

"what is it?" Ron said as he looked.

"MacArthur" Farrel said in a whisper

"MacArthur?" Ron said.

A bang came from the Bar. Ron stood up to check to see if luna was ok. She also shot up from the bar to make sure Ron was ok. She ran to him with her hand on her wand. And she shrieked as she got close to Ron. Ron turned around and found Farrel to be dead, an arrow had done the job.

Ron saw the door close and just ran. He ran to the door and out on to the street. The dark street was abandoned. It started to rain. Luna came running out.

"What do we do Ron?"

"We leave and find Harry. He needs to know"

"this isn't good news for Hermione" Luna said.

"this isn't good news for any of us, Luna"