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Later that day, in the late afternoon, they arrived in Hogwarts, after stopping at Diagon Ally, London, and many other places. Harry dragged his black trunk out of the Knight Bus and said bye to Stefan. He breathed the air he left so abruptly 11 years ago. He never finished his years at Hogwarts, and never will. He soon walked ever so slowly to Hogwarts' doors.
As the doors opened, Harry dragged himself and his trunk to his rooms. His office had a maple wood desk, and a willow wood shelf, filled with textbooks about Defense against the Dark Arts. There were also two cushioned oak chairs matching, and facing together. There was a bright red Griffindor rug between them. Harry smiled. It seemed perfect for his office. He went up the stairs to his bedroom, which had a full sized bed with a nightstand, lamp, desk, maroon rug, dresser, and a warm fireplace which was already lit. With a flick of his wand, the flame grew lighter and warmer. Harry unpacked all his things and put his clothes in the dresser. He went next door and took a warm bath, and relieved himself. He looked at his watch, and decided it was time to go to the Dining Hall.
There were barely any students there when he arrived. He went to the teachers' table, next to Professor McGonagall and Professor Filtwick.
He said hellos to both of them and sat down.
"Oh! Harry! So, I heard you were teaching Defense against the Dark Arts!" Professor Filtwick said cheerfully.
"Yes, professor- or will you like to be called something else, er, professor?" Harry enquired. Filtwick chuckled.
"Call me whatever you like Harry." Filtwick said before he went back to talking to Professor Sprout.
"Oi, 'Arry!" a voice called out to Harry. Harry could recognize that voice anywhere.
"Hagrid!" Harry yelled with excitement. He jumped like a little kid.
"Oi, no need to kill me in process!" Hagrid said chuckling when Harry hugged him. Harry was delighted to see his old Care of Magical Creatures teacher, and friend. After Harry had a good chat with Hagrid, the meal began. Before it did though, the headmistress, Professor McGonagall, made a beginning of the school year speech.
"Hello, students. As you know, Professor Misheart retired last year." McGonagall said. It caused a bit of a stir in the students. "Anyway, we have a new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher. Professor Potter." As Harry stood up, bunch of murmurs started.
"Is that the Harry Potter?" someone asked.
"He's going to teach us?" Someone else asked, apparently amazed by the fact that a legend is going to teach in Hogwarts.
"Humph. My mother said he was a huge troublemaker when he was in Hogwarts." Someone said.
"I heard he failed most of his classes. How'd he get to be a teacher?" someone asked.
"SILENCE!" McGonagall roared. Everyone went silent. After that she went on of the dangers of the Forbidden Forest, and what Filch has confisticated.
"Everything from Fred and George's shop except the Shield clothes is not allowed in Hogwarts. Now, let's eat." McGonagall finished. After that, all the tension broke and students began talking wildly about their new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher.
"They seem to be excited about yeh, 'Arry!" Hagrid commented to Harry.
"Yeah, that's what I'm worried about." Harry muttered under his breath.
"What'd ya say?" Hagrid asked.
"Oh, never mind." Harry replied. Hagrid gave Harry a look, but then went away to talk with Professor Prince.
Harry then poked his food, which contained American meat loaf, mashed potatoes and gravy, and corns and peas. He also drank little pumpkin juice which was sweet as he remembered it. After the meal, he went up to his rooms, resting for the excitement the tomorrow had in store.
Author's Note: I know its really short, and barely any fluff, but I don't know. Maybe I won't do romance at all, cus it might get in the way of the main thing. Which I don't even know it is.