Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling does. She does not know who I am, but that's okay.

In this Chapter... A meeting with Snape... and the sleepless night.

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Harry clutched the box of food he was holding as Snape practically drug them down the hall. He stopped at a dead end and turned around to speak, but before his eyes caught the boxes Harry and Hermione were holding.

"What are you doing with that?" Snape demanded. His expression was getting a little snotty which made Harry more upset.

"For the night time hungry jitters," Harry lied. It was really for Crabbe and Goyle, whom he had promised to bring food to.

Snape shook his head and began to speak about what he dragged them there for.

"Over the years, I've noticed you two being nice and generous. You'd let people get away with things they "accidentally" did to you with a simple "sorry." Snape continued, but Harry and Hermione were not listening. They were in there own little worlds.

Harry hoped Ginny wasn't mad at him for not coming to talk to her. He also wondered about Crabbe and Goyle.

Thoughts of worry suddenly shot into his head about being a teacher. Would he do a good job? Or would he screw up. It wouldn't get out of his head. Everyone had told him he would be a great teacher. But this was starting to make him think there was pressure building up... He was right... But all Teachers get nervous on their first day, but Harry felt as if it were different for him.

Hermione was thinking the same thing, as she was wiping Snape's saliva off her cheek when he wasn't looking. As always he was getting to close to people when he spoke to them. She was listening a bit. She understood "Good Teacher", "Bad Teacher", and "Screw Up."

Him, talking made them more nervous, but draining him out wasn't going to work so they listened anyway.

Snape's words became clearer, "... Just remember: don't let the kids get the best of you. They need discipline, and only you can give it to them. They'll pay more attention and respect you."

Snape strode off into the dungeon to get ready for his next day of teaching and Harry turned to look at Hermione.

"Yeah right," He said, "The kids won't respect you; maybe fear you, but not respect. Remember Neville?"

Hermione nodded and began walking down the hall with him. Even though they were adults, they thought you were never too old to make fun of Snape. Hermione giggled and said, "I would definitely rather my students to obey me out of respect, not fear."

They made their way over to the room that Crabbe and Goyle lived in and knocked on the door.

"Come on in!" Said a voice from inside the door.

They pushed the door open and went in to see Crabbe and Goyle lying on the couch looking very exhausted. Crabbe was groaning and Goyle was whimpering.

"Long night?" Harry asked, coolly.

Crabbe got up and brushed his cloak off. "I think and hope the rooms are clean." Then collapsed back onto the couch.

"Maybe eating will make you feel better," Hermione said sweetly as she put her box of food on Crabbe's small stomach. Harry put his on Goyle's stomach. They sat up, aching and ate.

"Good night!" Harry said. He and Hermione went out and closed the door behind them. They made their way up the stairs and said "Good night" to each other before turning off into the directions to their rooms.

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Harry finally got to his door, but was disappointed to seeing a picture of a man sitting in front of a moon. The man started to come to life.

"Say the magic words!" It said.

Hair grumbled and asked, "Since when is there a security system in front of the teacher dorms?"

"Since Dumbledore was getting insecure" The picture happily replied.

Harry scowled at the fact he may be there all night trying to figure it out. Suddenly, words came out of his mouth, "Quiddich Goblin."

The picture frowned and hesitantly opened the passage to get into the room. Harry went in a little confused. When he saw more pictures in his room he began to talk to them. "How did I know the secret word without being told?"

A picture of a lady in a silk dress replied, "Dumbledore put a spell on all of the teachers to remember it."

"And I suppose he also put pictures in the rooms so people wouldn't get lonely."

The lady shrugged then froze again.

Harry looked around a bit. He wanted to get to know his way around his room and made it feel like home.

He finally picked up a suit case and put it by his desk. He decided since he wasn't sleepy that he would organize his work space.

He opened his suitcase and put all his grading utensils on his desk and everything else. Other stuff he didn't need he saved to put in his classroom.

Harry was getting more excited and more nervous by the minute. When he was finished, he pulled out one of his books and started to read it. He eyes scanned the page and he began to get a little drowsy.

He got into his bed and closed his eyes to expect to go to sleep immediately, but that was taken away by a loud obnoxious sound. A voice. A woman's voice. It was singing.

"What the heck?" He grumbled. He got up and went to see what it was. It was the Woman in the silk dress sing horribly out of tune. It was worse than nails scraping across a chalk board.

It only got worse so he covered his ears with his hands to try to drain out the noise. He preferred Snape's lecturing. He tried to speak, but it wouldn't be heard anyway.

It finally stopped and Harry heard deep breaths followed by the woman's voice, "You should be sleeping!" Harry looked at her stupidly.

"How can I sleep?" He said almost hysterically. He rubbed his ears which were now red.

The woman started "I was only helping with this pretty lullaby that-"

"I don't care how pretty it was you make it sound horrible!" Harry interrupted. He couldn't believe the mean things he was saying, but it was late and he just wanted to sleep.

The lady grunted rudely and froze again. Harry went back to his bed and that's when she unfroze again. She was getting ready to sing when Harry started saying, "I wouldn't sing if I were you, unless you want to be taken out of here and burned."

The lady once again froze. Harry smiled and chuckled and then he finally got to go to bed. His mind welcomed the dark and nothingness. He was even happier to his good dreams about his first day at teaching at his favorite school.

The next day came and Harry woke up early ready to go to his first class to teach. He got dressed, grabbed his things, and headed out the door. When he got to the door of his classroom, he took in a deep breath and hoped for a good day. The hand that was settled on the doorknob turned and he pushed the door open.

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I know... another short chapter, but I have to keep everyone in suspense! By the Way, you've read in the about where they have been going in the castle and which way. Well I'm going by the layout in the Harry Potter Video game, so if you see errors in my map accuracy, that's why.