Harry looked across from the counterpart of his Mentor, the man who helped mold him into the person he was this very moment, "You're out of your mind." He stated with a blank tone.
Albus simply smiled at the teenager, "It's just, I look fourteen. They won't respect me 'and' I have a Dark lord to track and destroy, I wouldn't even have the time to teach those kids." The older wizard's eyes twinkled at the boy.
"You and I both know that Voldemort will bide his time, gather more strength and train his army, especially after their horrendous display at the World Cup. Students will be forced into the coming battle, your knowledge could one day save their lives." The boy sighed, rubbing his eyes beneath his glasses, "And as a Hogwarts employee you would be under my supervision and be able to pass the red tape and purchase a wand that won't be confiscated by the Ministry or explode every time you channel your Magic."
"Merlin's beard! Even in another reality you still know how to get me to do exactly what you want." Harry muttered, causing the Grand Sorcerer to chuckle as he raised his hand.
With a sigh, the teen shook it, "I'm not going to teach like this though. Would you mind if I raid your potion ingredients." Albus raised an eyebrow.
"I don't think there's a potion to permanently age a person, Mr. Potter. '' Harry shook his head with a small smile.
"Then I'll make one." The Headmaster smiled back and nodded.
"I assume you want to set up a sleeping quarters?" Harry gave a single nod, "I'll also contact Ollivander to expect you soon for your wand, do you wish for me to explain the situation or?"
"I'm not sure that would be necessary with Ollivanders' gift but we wouldn't want to give the old man a heart attack. Even he hasn't seen everything, Headmaster." The Grand Sorcerer chuckled and nodded, patting the younger wizard's shoulder.
"Please call me Albus, dear boy."
...
Harry pulled his long raven hair into a ponytail, prepared to leave the Ministry with an advance on his salary, ready to have a small shopping spree. 'Thanks again Fawkes.' He thought, ready to travel back to the woods and retrieve the phoenix feather he had been given along with his potion equipment.
"Harry! Hey, wait!" James called out and the reincarnated ravenette stopped in his tracks and turned to face the much taller man.
"Auror Potter." The boy greeted and James let his shoulders sag at the greeting.
"You know I wouldn't mind if you call me James." Harry sighed and nodded and the older man smiled, "I was talking with your mo-" the Auror coughed and looked away for a moment. "Lily and she, well we, were both wondering if you would like, maybe you can have dinner with us?" The teen shook his head.
"That's not a good idea. Listen James, I'm not your son no matter how much either of us may want me to be and despite my appearance the time I needed my parents is long gone." Harry spoke with a blank face and the older man's face fell, "I hope you have a good life Auror Potter, you and your family." The Boy-Who-Lived turned and walked towards the designated Apparition zone.
A moment later he appeared in the forest he had been hiding in, grabbing his equipment and Fawkes Phoenix feather before Apparating In the Leaky Cauldron "Hello, young man." Harry nodded in greeting.
"I need a room for the night." The hunchback bartender nodded.
...
As the next day rolled around, Harry Transfigured the rocks he used the previous night into clothes and exited the bar before heading towards a wand making shop he and every other magical in Britain used when they were eleven years old, Ollivanders.
Entering the mysterious shop, he faced an old balding man, the sides of his hair colored white and his eyes were milky blue, staring at him as if they knew all his secrets.
"Hello, Mr. Potter. Albus called me, told me to expect you soon." Harry smiled in greeting and handed him the Phoenix feather he acquired.
"If you're anything like my Ollivander then making a new wand with Fawkes feather is a dream come true." Garrick Ollivander grinned ear to ear and waved him to the back.
"Well let's get to it." The much older wizard spoke with clear excitement and Harry nodded with some amusement.
...
It took some time to not only match Fawkes feather to a magical wood that meshed well with magical signature.
A block of Blackthorn was eventually chosen which were usually matched with warriors. The greater the warrior the more loyal the magical focus would become to said witch or wizard.
Now Harry would simply have to wait six hours for Ollivander's to finish his new wand.
He used that time to visit The Apothecary where he left the appropriate amount of Gallons, the highest form of magical money, for the woman he stole after directing her to the back for an obscure magical plant and left.
Afterwards, he visited a Trunk shop and Quality Quidditch supplies, where the wizard bought a new Broomstick and, you guessed it, a trunk.
...
As the hours ticked by, Harry traveled back to Ollivanders and gave the ancient looking man a smile as he saw a twelve inch wand, its handle was thick and smooth, almost marble-like, the end cap curving slightly into his hand.
The shaft was designed in an odd way, the raven colored Blackthorn wood seemed to have been split two ways and then intertwined.
Overall Harry loved it.
"Here you go, ." The teen firmly gripped the magical focus and felt the core of his Magic connect to the wand.
"We're going to be great partners." Harry grinned, the weapon almost purring in his right hand.
"I'm glad you're enjoying my work, it was slightly more difficult than I anticipated it to be but it was truly a wonderful experience." Garrick said with a larger grin.
"And it was my honor for the great Garrick Ollivander to create a personal wand for myself." Harry reached behind him where a pouch was hanging and summoned sixty Gallons, handing the money to the great wand maker, 'If there's one thing I think the Ministry does right, it's paying for the majority of students' wands.' The teen chuckled at how large of a hit his new funds took.
"Do you also have a wand holster I can purchase?"
...
James could barely concentrate on the massive amount of paperwork in front of him. All he could think about was his son or a version of his son, was alive and wanted nothing to do with him or his family.
No that wasn't right, Harry 'wanted' to be part of the family but he felt it was a disservice to his actual parents, who sacrificed themselves for him.
And maybe it was.
James wasn't sure what he would feel if Evan, Derek, or Rose were in Harry's position and started calling someone else Dad when he was the one who raised them but was that comparable?
He actually raised them! Harry was an orphan since he was an infant and never experienced the love of a parent.
Was it right for them to try and give it to him? What about their Harry? Was it right for them to try and treat, what was practically a stranger, as their son? Did it do a disservice to his baby's memory?
Was, was, he a bad father for wanting to get to know the person his son 'could' have been? To love him like he 'could've' loved his own Harry?
James wiped a few tears from his face as he stared at the form laying on his desk.
'Merlin, I wonder how Lily is taking this? The kids?' The Auror covered his face with his hands, 'They must be so confused.' He felt a pat on his shoulder and looked up to his friend
"Have you been listening to me, James?" The man blinked and cringed, Sirius let out a harsh breath, "Go home James, we can survive a day without you arse." James sighed and looked back at the form that he was staring at for over two hours.
"It's fine, I swear Potter." James swallowed and nodded, he stood up and hugged Sirius before heading towards a Floo fireplace.
...
Lily had spent most of the night of the World Cup and the day after crying, her son was alive or a version of him was.
Her son was alive and he didn't want anything to do with her out of some misguided sense of respect.
She was his mother! She was Lily Potter! It didn't matter that she technically didn't give birth to him because at the end of the day Lily Potter née Evans was Harry James Potter's mother!
Why didn't he understand that?
Lily heard a knock on her bedroom door but said nothing as she continued to lay in an emotional coma.
"Mama?" Rose opened the door and seeing her usually strong mother silently crying in bed, the girl climbed into bed and hugged the woman, "I love you, mama."
"I love you too, Rosie." Lily mumbled, turning around and hugged her daughter back.
"I have a letter from Hogwarts addressed to you." Rose mumbled in her mother's bosom.
"I'll read it later, sweetie."
...
It wasn't long after purchasing his new wand and holster that Harry Floo into the Headmasters Office, "Mr. Potter." Albus greeted.
"Caaaw!" Fawkes flew around the office and sang in greeting before landing on Harry's shoulder, the boy scratched his chin before retrieving some mint from his breast pocket and fed it to the magical creature.
"Bribing Fawkes for good favor, I see." The Headmaster spoke with a twinkle in his eyes.
"Seems to be working too." Harry replied as Fawkes rubbed his head against his own.
Albus chuckled at the sight and nodded, "You're the first of the Professors to arrive, feel free to explore the castle, you have full access to the library for your research along with the potions lab." Harry gave a slight smile.
"Thank you, Albus." The older man gave a nod.
After leaving the Headmaster's office Harry quickly settled into his personal quarters before journeying towards the library, searching for Aging potions to study.
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Harry spent what little time he had before September first, strictly researching. He was either in his room or in the library reading.
The most common aging potion used snake skin to signify the passing of time, of outgrowing old skin, Newt Spleen to absorb the toxins from the snake skin, an aged banana peel, and an English Ivy leaf to absorb and redistribute the toxins of one's self.
Harry honestly had no idea what the Banana peel did and neither did the literature he read but if he learned anything, it was still massively important.
The reason why it was standard was because you could control how much you aged by the amount you drinked, other potions would either age you forward or backward by a decade or so.
What Harry found in common with all of the aging potions is they all used Snakeskin and the ravenette knew where to find the shedded skin of one of the deadliest snakes on the planet.
Underneath the school was the corpse of a fifty foot Basilisk and all wizards knew, the more ancient and powerful the ingredients were, the more permanent a potion becomes.
Of course a Basilisk was a Dark creature, he would need to purify the skin before using it, 'Fawkes could help.'
"POP!"
"Maaster Hairy, Dumbly Door has requested you to join the Welcoming Feast." A two foot tall creature with pink skin and ravaged clothes told the teen.
The boy groaned as closed the book and with a flick of his right wrist his wand flew into his hand, a quick swipe down his casual clothes Transfigured them into professional wear.
His jeans became black slacks, his green shirt became a white button up that was tucked into his pants while the sleeves folded to the elbow and his tennis shoes became black dress shoes.
"How do I look, Mipsey?" Harry asked the elf who gave a thumbs up before popping away.
The new Professor adjusted his round glasses and began walking to the Great Hall, it took him a minute but he entered the door leading behind the High Table, where the Hogwarts Staff sat.
He paused as he looked towards a familiar redhead with similar green eyes to his own. Lily smiled shyly at him, the teen promptly ignored the clench of his heart.
"Mr. Potter, wonderful to see you out of your room." Albus greeted, the ravenette gave a wave, ignoring the looks of disbelief from the teachers as he sat on the left side of his previous potions master and double agent to the Dark Lord, Severus Snape, a greasy black haired man with pale, waxy skin and a sharp, hook nose who stood an inch shorter than himself, at five foot and eight inches.
"Albus wha..what 'is' this?" Severus grunted, glaring at the boy who sat next to him.
"This here is Harry Potter, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." The older man introduced the teen.
"Ha.." Hagrid, a twelve foot giant, mumbled, his beetle-like eyes watering at the sight of the boy who looked so much like James.
"Don't be absurd Dumbledore! Harry Potter died as an infant." Severus spoke harshly, his coal-colored eyes digging in the side of the boy's head.
The teen simply took a sip of Pumpkin juice, Lily glared at the potions master with pure venom causing the man to flinch slightly.
"Yes he did, this is a different Harry Potter, for another world." The Headmaster smiled lightly as most of the staff jaws dropped.
"I… what?" Severus questioned with narrowed eyes, Harry felt a jab in his Occlumency shields that he immediately and viscous batted away.
Severus flinched hashly while the boy continued to look at the entrance unbothered.
"Why is he the Defense professor? Isn't he.. a little young?" Aurora Sinistra, the Astronomy professor, asked. She had brown skin, a slender build and dark brown eyes.
"I'm twenty one, I just happened to be trapped in this body for a moment. An unexpected consequence of how I arrived." Harry answered easily with an unbothered tone.
Before any more questions could be answered the double doors opened and hundreds of students entered the Great Hall, some immediately noticed him, others only paid enough attention to their friends and the track to their seats.
The minutes silently rolled on as the second to seventh years seated themselves at their respected tables, soon a wave of ghosts passed through the double doors and the would-be first years walked in behind the Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts and Transfiguration professor Minerva McGonagall, a frail looking woman with a strict pale face, gray hair mixed with streaks of brown that was hidden behind her pointed green hat that matched her robes.
Her pale green eyes hidden behind reading glasses narrowed slightly as she looked towards him but her stride never faltered towards the stool with an old, withered brown witch hat laying on top of it.
Beside the entrance to the door were two familiar people, one was James Potter who tried not to awkwardly stare at his son and a pixie haired pinkette with equally bright pink eyes, she stood at five foot and eight inches with a athletic build, a heart shaped face and perfectly golden olive skin.
Harry turned towards Dumbledore who sent him a small, mischievous smile, the ravenette rolled his eyes and looked forward again.
As Minerva stood beside the stool, the hat came alive and sang the typical spiel it did every year since its creation, how it was created, what it was used for, the typical traits of each House.
Harry wasn't sure if it was the same song that was sung for his fourth year but he supposed it didn't really matter.
After the Ancient magical fabric finished, the first years began to be sorted.
Harry hardly paid it any mind except when it was his brothers' turn. Surprisingly, Evan and Derek were both sorted into Hufflepuff.
The oldest man in the room stood up with an all encompassing smile, "Welcome all to another wonderful year at Hogwarts. These are dark times as Voldemort," He paused as the students almost recoiled as one. "has returned. The Ministry and I found it prudent for extra security, so they sent two of their best to help defend us, Senior Auror James Potter and Junior Auror Nymphadora Tonks. Treat them as you would treat a Professor." The two Aurors waved when the students looked at them.
"As always, The Forbidden Forest is Forbidden to all students and it is my great displeasure to inform you all that there will be no Quidditch Tournament this year." The Headmaster paused for a moment to allow the groans of disappointment, "Instead there will be something much grander, a different kind of tournament that hasn't been seen since eleven hundred sixty-nine which two other Wizarding schools will participate in for untold glory and a thousand Gallons." The students began muttering in excitement. "I would also like to introduce you to the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, Harry Potter and the New Charms Professor for first through fourth years, Lily Potter." The teen raised a hand in greeting while Lily gave a bright smile.
"I'm sure they both would like to say a few words." The boy grumbled before standing up along with his alternate universe mother.
"Hello students, I'm sure many of you are wondering why I look fourteen? What are my qualifications? Where did I receive this nasty scar? And if I have any relations to Auror and Mrs. Potter? To answer all your questions, none of your business." The students looked put out by his answer, not that he cared.
"I'm Professor Potter, Mr. Potter, or Sir, do not use my first name, we are not friends but I will promise to teach you to the best of my ability." The young man tried to sit back down, only for a familiar Slytherin student to speak up.
"I refuse to be taught by a teenager! My father will not stand for this tomfoolery! Don't get too cozy here, your prepubescent 'Muggleborn', you'll be out of the job soon." Draco Malfoy, a bleach blonde haired fourteen year old teen with icy blue eyed and pale skin, spat.
Some of the teachers face twisted, along with Lily's who was ready to Hex the boy along with her husband, "The appointment of teachers are strictly up to the Headmaster Mr. Malfoy, the Board of Governors can dismiss me only if I show a mass amount of incompantace or if I show a negative moral character that can endanger the student body, which I will assure you, I won't. That will be ten points for talking out of turn, another forty for using 'Muggle' as an insult and sixty for threatening a teacher with 'daddy'." Draco's face burned in embarrassment and most of the hall laughed at him while most of the Slytherins glared at the pale blonde for already losing a hundred and ten points. "Anyone else?" The new Professor looked throughout the hall only to receive shaking heads.
"Great." Harry was about to sit when he remembered something else, "To the sixth and seventh years, the Exceeds Expectations to enter N.E.W.T classes is now void," He paused his announcement as about two-sevenths of the school began yelling, assuming he was raising the standard. "QUITE!" The teen's voice roared across the hall silencing everyone, as the teen untensed he continued.
"As I was saying, there is no minimum grade to enter Defense any longer, even if you received a Troll on your O.W.L's or your sixth year final exams, you still will be accepted into my class." The hall was silent in shock, including most of the teachers at his decision only for the sixth and seventh years to fill the silent room with applause and cheers.
As Harry sat back down, Lily felt the entire student body look at her, wondering if she had some wonderful news as well, "Hello students, as you heard I'm the Charms Professor for the lower years and I simply want to say that I have loved Charms since I was a little girl and it is my absolute pleasure sharing that love with all of you." The woman sat down after her quick address.
Albus' smile seemed to stretch at the Great Hall, "Let us feast." The older man waved his arms and all four tables filled with food along with the teachers plates.
…
Harry rubbed his eyes in tiredness, staying up all night reading more potions books, expanding his research perimeters to potions that cause transformations, such as Polyjuice and Animagus potions.
He easily ignored Lily's constant chatter in his ear, Derek and Evan's wide excited smiles, Rose's shy grin and James's puppy eyes from across the room as he ate breakfast with the rest of the staff.
As breakfast ended, he journey to his classroom and waited for his first batch of students to enter, Gryffindor and Slytherin third years, that contained his, alternate sister, ex lover, and his ex lover's sister who was supposed to be a second year.
'Yeah…' Harry thought grimly.
"So, boys and girls, who knows what a Dementor is?"
…
Harry's second period was fourth years containing most of his ex classmates, main bully, his second lover, and his best friends, 'I hate my life.'
"Okay, who here knows what the Unforgivables are?" He asked the room, only receiving a few hands, one from Hermione, Daphne, and Neville.
The rest of the class stared blankly at him, "Yeah, figured." The ravenette muttered, he was about to call on Neville, knowing that unlike his Neville, this one never suffered losing his parents to the Cruciatus Curse and didn't have any trauma to trigger.
…
Rose was reeling from her lesson she received from her brother. She knew she had a lot to learn from him, the memories of that awful battle stuck in her head but she had no idea he was… such a good teacher.
She remembered Uncle Mooney teaching them the year before and he really filled their noggins' with knowledge but Harry, her brother, made the class fun!
She thought he would be like Professor McGonagall or Snape, just push through the class, making everything boring or insulting them for being idiots who needed to be taught in the first place.
Harry did give off both vibes from the Welcoming feast but the teen's attitude did a one-eighty once he talked about Dementors, the Patronus Charm that stopped the vile creatures, and its variant stages.
He even casted it himself, the girl almost had a heart attack when she saw her fathers Animagus form.
Rose definitely had a heart attack when it flew across the room before growing to the size of the ceiling and shrinking down to an ant.
He even let the class ride them, of course he had to banish the tables, expand the room and then conjure about two dozen more, which he did!
Her brother was brilliant!
Across the hall Astoria Greengrass, a dark brown haired third year Slytherin with dark chocolate brown eyes, glared at her uppity, slightly older sister, who refused to believe her about her wonderful time in Professor Potter's classroom.
"Astoria, it's just not possible for a single boy to create a fully corporeal Patronus let alone over two dozen, some adults have trouble making just one and I'm pretty sure it's impossible to have more than one Patronus animal." Daphne Greengrass, a silky blonde haired fourteen year old with unblemished pale skin, full lips and icy blue eyes that never seemed to warm, told her little sister, "I admit Professor Potter is much more knowledgeable than I initially gave him credit for but I doubt Merlin himself could do what you described."
Astoria glared hashly before smiling, which scared the older blonde slightly, the pureblood teen dashed away from the table towards said fourteen year old teacher.
Tracey Davis, a honey brown haired teen girl, with almost amber eyes shook her head, "You definitely should have seen that coming."
Daphne glared at her best friend, a glare that would give fully grown wizards a pause, before sighed and waited for her sister to come back disappointed and pouty.
"Professor Potter?" Astoria stood in front of the table looking at the boy her supposed age, who barely showed any emotion.
"Yes, Ms. Greengrass?" He continued to eat, unbothered by her presence.
'Rude but I guess when you're as powerful as he is, manners are a non issue.' "Can you create some Patronus sir? My sister doesn't believe me when I say you made them for class." She asked with a smile that she knew could make boys melt.
Of course it didn't work on Harry, who raised an eyebrow, "And why is that an issue? I'll be teaching fourth years the Patronus in the next week or so, your sister will believe you then." Astoria pouted.
"She practically called me a liar Professor," she saw an eye twitch at that, 'So he doesn't like being called a liar? I can use that.' "I'm sure you wouldn't understand Professor but it really hurts that my own sister doesn't believe me," The girl added in a soft voice as she looked down, it was true but not to the extent she was playing up.
"I want to show her that I'm no liar." She said with a resolute frown.
Harry sighed and Astoria almost pumped her fist in victory, "Fine but only if you tell me the proper incantation and wand movement." Astoria smiled with assured victory, she paid attention in class, it was one of the best she ever had.
"The incantation is Expecto Patronum and the wand moment in to draw a small clockwise circle." The teen gave a raised eyebrow.
"You sure?" He asked, his tone suggesting she was wrong by Astoria nodded resolutely.
Harry gave a sigh and stood up, "You're right." He flicked his right wrist and raised his wand to the sky. "Expecto Patronum." He easily spoke and a silver stag shot out of his wand and galloped across the room, the ravenette ignored the gasps of awe.
Astoria shot Harry an unimpressed look, Harry rolled his eyes and several more Stags, Dogs, and a few Werewolves shot out of his wand joining the original Prongs, messing with the student body as the original Marauders would, "Thank you Professor!" She exclaimed with a wide smile, the brunette skipped to the Slytherin table enjoying her sister's shocked face.
Harry sat back down as he sheathed his magical weapon and continued to eat, ignoring the gobsmacked stares of his colleagues.
"You… you…" Lily couldn't speak, what she just saw was impossible, she never heard of a person make more than one Patronus.
Several moments later Astoria came back with a furious frown and Harry almost groaned, "Professor~" She whined at the teen. "Daphne said she doesn't believe that I actually rode one! She says it's impossible and against all the laws of magic." Harry telepathically commanded the closest Patronus to take the third year away and a Padfoot flew underneath the pureblood girl and sped her back to her seat.
"I see you as much of a glory hound as your pompous father." Severus sneered at the boy who shot him an unimpressed look.