Ok, so here's the picture:
Over 775 people have at least been to my story and yet, I only got a few reviews. I'm not complaining about those reviews, but is it so much to just say, "hey, I liked your story," or, "hey, I hated your story"?
Guess so. I didn't want to have to put a story this way, but if that many people are stopping by the page and these few of people review, no more story. That'd be extremely sad, because I really don't want to end the story. Maybe I'll write and send the chapter to the people who review. So this will be the last chapter unless I get some feed back of any kind here.
One very pissed of author.
And I love all you reviewers who did that- review. Keep reviewing and making me happy!
"Welcome! to another year at Hogwarts! While it is a school, and learning is done at schools, this year will not only be filled with many feasts, as today itself, but with balls and many kinds of activities on various holidays. Some may be familiar with this, but to others, enjoy your stay at Hogwarts and enjoy the feast!"
"He obviously got better at speeches over the years," mumbled Harry as he scooped up some potatoes.
"Harry!" she hissed, and hit his hand, causing him to drop the spoon and a few to look at him.
"What?" he hissed back as Dumbledore stood again.
"And my, my, how the brain gets old," he said, "but I would like to introduce you to your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Mr. Harry Granger and his wife, Mrs. Granger."
There was the polite clapping as they stood, and then sat back down. "Did you tell him our last name was Granger?" asked Hermione out of the side of her mouth, still smiling, "because I very much like being called Hermione Potter now!"
"You think I'm that crazy? I told him I wanted the job, that I had the application, was ready to take the test, and that my name was Harry Potter and that my wife would be staying with me!"
He poked at his potatoes and watched as a piece of chicken went dancing past the table.
He looked up at the dancing chicken. And then he heard music. The chicken was dancing to the chicken song.
By this point people were laughing their heads off.
And the Harry noticed that the chicken had strands of hair coming off of its head and a strange shaped nose.
He stood up, enraged, and stuck his hand toward the chicken. The music stopped, and as the music stopped, the chicken stopped dancing. Then there was a loud pop and where the chicken had previously sat was a bewildered looking younger version of Snape.
"And I know who did this!" said Harry, looking at Hermione with a somewhat appalled, somewhat amused expression.
"But you're new!" hissed Hermione as she pulled him down to his seat.
"Doesn't mean that the Gryffindors will be very appalled to find out that they have now lost ten points apiece," he started, as there was a collective groan, and he made Hermione look toward the four trouble makers, "thanks to James Potter, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, and Remus Lupin!"
Hermione looked shocked. "How could he- what!" The she smirked and looked at her husband and said, "that son of a bastard!"
AN: I stress again that Harry has gone back in time to teach DADA, hence the marauders being mentioned. And a huge thank you to all the people who have reviewed so far, these chapters are just an edit of what I have done, by myself, to improve the story. Nothing has been added, or taken out, just two ideas stressed. And a BTW to those who are out there… I really wouldn't mind a beta. It's tough looking over your own work for mistakes.