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Part 5
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James smiled as he entered the Leaky Cauldron.
The place was quiet now because of the late hour, but there were couple of people still drinking.
The innkeeper nodded his head as he remembered his first-time guest.
"Ahh, welcome back Mr. James.... Are you going to rest?"
"No. Like I said, I went to see Headmaster Dumbledore at Hogwarts to ask for a job opening. He gave me the Defense Against the Dark Arts position, which was just what I wanted."
James smiled as he headed for the stairs.
"Are you sure? You already paid for the night."
Tom reminded.
"That's alright. I'll be leaving after I get my owl. Hope she didn't give you any trouble."
James turned back.
"No, no... precious little thing, she is. Was quiet through her whole stay."
Tom assured.
"I'm glad... I will see you again sometime, Tom."
James smiled and was about to turn until Tom interrupted.
"Your owl, ....she reminds of me of Harry Potter's owl... Have you met the young lad?"
Tom examined.
"I've heard of him. He's quite the celebrity around here, isn't he?"
James faced Tom again.
"Yes, he is. He came to stay for a while before school started you know," Tom said, somewhat proudly, "I wonder if he'll come by again this year..."
"We'll see."
James bid goodbye and headed upstairs for his room, smiling inwardly.
As he entered the room, the barking immediately began.
"I'm sorry, Hedwig. I overstayed at Albus'."
James opened the cage and the owl quickly flew out to land on his shoulder, nibbling mercilessly on his bangs.
"Alright, alright. Let's go."
James laughed and got ready to apparate back to Hogwarts, eager to get to bed.
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Hogwarts: DADA classroom.
August 18th, 2005. 2am
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"Well, welcome to your classroom, Professor Potter."
Draco expanded his arms as he entered the DADA classroom.
Harry looked around the room. It was just like he remembered. A smile crept up on him as he thought this all belonged to him.... Well, in the future anyway.
"Come and see your room, Harry."
Harry looked up to see Draco already up the stairs to his office.
It felt very odd to hear Draco calling him 'Harry'.... It didn't feel right... Harry wondered what happened between Draco and himself over the years.
"Here it is. Home sweet home. They built it bigger than before, you know."
Draco held the door for Harry.
"It's re-built?"
Harry asked as he entered.
"Well, yeah..... You know, the school got pretty old so we had to reconstruct."
Draco replied, shrugging his shoulders.
The room was definitely bigger than before. It had a separate sitting room and a bedroom, which Harry figured it was beyond the wooden door. There was a laptop on the desk, a small stereo system, and a cordless phone on the wall. It looked like a modern muggle room.
"You're the only one with electricity and phone line, you spoiled brat," Draco sat on the couch, "you have no idea all the trouble we went through to get the permission from the Ministry..."
"They allowed me to have all this?"
Harry's eyes wandered in awe.
"Well, you are the savior of the Wizarding World after all."
As soon as he said it, Draco looked as though he regretted it.
Harry stopped observing the room and turned to Draco. The man sat casually on the couch while he faced away, obviously not wanting to continue with the subject. Harry opened his mouth to ask the most important question, but couldn't find the voice to do so. Throughout the conversation with Snape he had earlier, Harry was given the impression that they were not going to discuss anything concerning Voldemort. Harry swallowed and took a breath to ask a different but another important question.
"What...... happened to your eyes?..."
Draco turned to Harry standing across the table and stared. Harry shifted uncomfortably under those silver eyes and wondered if Draco was really blind. They looked as though they were scanning through Harry's mind. Finally, after couple of seconds later, Draco turned away and sighed.
"I lost my sight during the war with Voldemort."
He said quietly.
Harry wasn't really surprised since he figured as much. He wanted to know how it happened, but before he could ask, Draco stood up and headed to the wooden door.
"You must be tired, Harry. You should rest. Tomorrow is going to be busy with the Weasleys and all."
"Ron!!? He's here??!"
Harry shouted happily, not a trace of anxiety he felt earlier.
"Well, that too," Draco smiled wickedly down at Harry, "but I was talking about Hermione."
"Hermione?? She's here too?!! Can I see her-... Wait.... you said Weasleys......"
Harry stilled, all the while Draco waited amusingly.
"..You mean...."
"Severus was right. You are not very good with innuendos, are you Harry?"
Draco giggled and kneeled to Harry's eye-level.
"Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley are happily married. Kids included."
Harry's mind went blank. He leaned back on the doorframe to avoid falling down since his knees threatened to give up on him. He stared at the smiling face in front of him.
"You need to sit down?"
Draco raised his brow.
For some unknown reason, Harry started to laugh out loud. He watched as Draco narrowed his face in confusion, which made him laugh even harder.
"Her..mione.... and… Ron..... Wow!!.. That's great!!!"
Harry gasped in between his breaths.
He had laughed so hard his stomach began to hurt. He wiped the tears away and jumped on the king size bed. He took a moment to picture the two together and felt there were no other couples in the world to rival them.
"What was that about?"
Draco crossed his arms, smiling awkwardly.
"I don't know.. I couldn't help it...," Harry smiled, "uhh.. you said Hermione is here at Hogwarts? Is she teaching Arithmancy or something?"
Harry sat up, eyes glittering with excitement.
"No, she's my assistant.. for my potions class."
Draco replied with a low voice.
"You teach potions?? But what about Snape?"
Harry asked, wondering a bit about Draco and Hermione's relationship.
"Severus is now the deputy headmaster."
Draco gave a small laugh.
"But he was in the dungeons."
"Yes, I know," Draco sighed, "he brews potions in my room because he's used to the temperature in there… That's he's excuse, anyway…."
'To keep an eye on me..' Draco thought.
".......What about Dumbledore?"
Harry asked carefully.
"He's retired, still kicking."
Harry was relieved to hear that. He wanted to ask to see him, but wondered if Draco's lack of detail on the former headmaster was any indication not to ask further questions.
"Weasleys will take you shopping tomorrow for clothes. I would like to accompany you, but I'm afraid I don't have any fashion tips with my condition."
Draco joked, but Harry did not have the courage to laugh.
"Get some rest, Harry. You're going to need it."
Draco rubbed Harry's untidy hair and got up to leave.
"Malf.. I mean Draco...."
Harry hesitated. Draco stopped and turned.
"Are you in a good relationship with Hermione and Ron?"
"...Thanks."
Draco nodded, his silver eyes seeing more than anyone could through Harry's mind.
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At the end of year two(I think), Hermione rushed to hug Harry but stopped herself from hugging Ron and just shook his hand.
I thought that was precious(and I usually don't like these sweet-'awww' stuff).