This Chapter is Dedicated to 'A Reader' anonymous reviewer who helped me realize grammar check is an important thing to do before updating or putting up a story. And thanks to 'A Reader' one of my rather pointless one shots has been taken off because it been taken back to the drawing board and is now being created into a story.
Chapter Two: Hot Who?
"Sometimes I don't feel like the person that I'm supposed to be. I don't feel like I deserve any of this." -- Mena Suvari
Evan Jameson a.k.a. Harry Potter was beyond boiling with rage. Although he certainly looked different from who he usually saw in the mirror it wasn't by much. If you was to guess by pictures alone, he could be mistaken as his mother's brother.
His once bright eyes hidden behind bulky frames were now a dull (by Harry's standards) murky brown and flat brown hair (which was spelled that way thankfully) that Harry considered to...plain. "I'll never complain about the way I look again." Harry muttered to himself as he looked in the mirror with a critical eye.
With a very put upon sigh Harry walked out of Professor McGonagall's bedroom and into the common room where the two woman were talking but the two abruptly stopped at the sight of him.
"I think he should change his disguise. The girls won't pay at attention at all in Defense Against Dark Arts." McGonagall said critically.
"Or they'll pay attention because of how cute he is." Hermione said giggling while Harry scowled at her.
"Oh shut up." Harry growled as he marched out of the common room with his nose held high.
Hermione and McGonagall stared at each other for a moment before they burst into laughter.
"To be sure of hitting the target, shoot first, and call whatever you hit the target.".
Petunia bit her lip as she walked down the once familiar streets that now seemed so alien to her. Should she give her good for nothing husband what he deserved or she should she keep her silence?
Seventeen years she strived to make her husband and son happy with the help of her nephew and this is what she got. A smack in the face and a son who still needed to be babied. As she continued with the thoughts of her husband and son, she unconsciously compared them to her nephew. Soon the thoughts became to over whelming and she stopped, knowing she would look them over later.
With a tired sigh Petunia headed to one of her best friends house, Rose McKing. Reaching Rose's house, she hesitantly knocked on the door. Even though it was about ten at night Rose opened the door to receive her. With only one long glance Rose pulled Petunia inside.
Petunia looked around the single-middle aged woman home and couldn't help but wonder if this was what being free and single was all about.
"Bastard finally crossed the line didn't he?" Rose half asked, half snarled as she prepared tea.
"How'd you guess?" Petunia asked sarcastically.
"The big blue bruise on your face." Rose answered as she severed muffins.
"Figured that would give it away." Petunia murmured as she took a bite of the banana nut muffin.
"Keep smiling, it makes people wonder what you're up to."
"Students I would like to introduce Professor McGonagall's assistant Brooke Ragen and Professor Moody's Evan Jameson." Dumbledore announced to the Great Hall. "They are to be respected like teachers and they do have the power to remove points." he continued in a almost threatening way.
The Great Hall erupted into polite cheers as the newest additions to the staff sat down.
"You know this Brooke girl is pretty cute." Ron said grinning as he leaned back to get a better view of the woman with blond highlights.
"Ms. Ragen, is obviously a highly trained Transfiguration expertRonald. Not some blonde that happens to catch your fancy." Hermione said glowering from behind one of her 'light' readingbooks as Ron continued to ignore his her temporary fired friend.
"Who cares about her. Mr. Jameson is so much hotter." Lavender Brown giggled helplessly.
"What do you think Harry?" Hermione asked the dark haired boy.
"If they can teach and aren't Death Eaters, I'm good." Harry said as he remembered his first two years.
"Couldn't have said it better myself Harry." Hermione said proudly.
"Oh come off it! You were practically in love with Lockhart!" Ron protested darkly as he stabbed his chicken.
"What did that poor chicken ever do to you?" Ginny asked heatedly as she grabbed his plate.
"Hey I was eating that!" He shouted at his sister as his sister tossed it away.
"They're Death Eaters." Harry announced suddenly.
"Why do you think their Death Eaters?" Hermione asked frowning at the two assistants.
"They haven't stopped smiling and they keep doing that Dumbledore thing." Harry muttered as he glared at the two.
"What Dumbledore thing?" Fred asked as he looked at the staff table.
"The eye twinkle, Forge!" Gred said knowingly.
Hermione looked at Harry for confirmation and received a nod. "Well this is going to be a super year."
"Yeah it's going to be killer." Harry said bitterly.
Cleverly Disguised As A Responsible Adult.
Minerva calmly walked down the hall that lead to Albus Dumbledore's office. "Canary Creams." Minerva said in a slightly ruffled tone. With her head held high, but not so high that if to were to rains she would drown, she went up the stairs.
"Now Albus what in the name of Merlin is this about?" Minerva asked although secretly pleased that
she finally knew something the Headmaster didn't.
"Do you trust these two, Minerva?" Albus asked her without looking at her.
"With my life." Minerva answered right away.
"Is that such a wise descion? We do live in Darker Times than we did before." Albus said finally looking at her.
"You once told me you trusted Hagrid with your life even though he is reckless and clumsy. I trust these two more than you will ever know." Minerva said lifting up her chin, avoiding his eyes.
"You may go, Minerva." Albus said tiredly.
Once safely outside of Dumbledore's office Minerva couldn't help but do a little jig at finally getting something past Dumbledore. Unfortunately Snape happened to be in the hall as well which ended in embarrassment on Minerva's part.
"And that woman calls herself mature." Snape snorted to himself as his former professor excused herself.
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