"Evans! Report to the headmasters office immediately." Squeaked Prof. Flitwick. James rolled his eyes and dragged himself from his desk and left the class.

"Screw!" He commanded the gargoyle, jerking his thumb over his shoulder. The gargoyle made a noise of surprise and leapt out of the way. James entered the headmasters office to find an odd sight in front of him.

Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, looking rather defensive and icy with his hands folded calmly in front of him on the desk, as Fudge tried to tower over him, his face turning an odd prune color.

"This isn't over, Albus!" He yelled and stormed from the room.

"What crawled up his ass and died?" James asked as he plopped unceremoniously onto the leather chair in front of Dumbledore's desk.

"Don't mind him, Mr. Evans. I have called you here today to discuss your grades." Dumbledore said, waving the subject of the disgruntled minister away with a strategically placed comment. James immediatedly perked up.

"Yes?" He asked, excitement written over his normally depressed and cold features.

"Yes, Mr. Evans." Dumbledore said, amusment twinkling in his eyes. "It appears you are passing all your classes with flying colors!" He exclaimed, sliding a grade sheet towards james. He read down it-

DADA: O

Potions: O

Charms: O

Transfiguration: E, borderline O

And so fourth.

James looked at the paper in disappointment and disgust.

"Am i? Damn." Dumbledores eyes grew even brighter.

"I'm afraid though, Mr. Evans, that I am being pressured to expel you by the end of the week for your insubordinate behavior." Dumbledore said, an odd happy expression on his face. James's face fell.

"I have to admit, this is a lot early then I had planned. I'm not seventeen yet, sir. I don't think I can get a job and apartment in London at this age." James said, thinking.

"Have no fear, I have an option for you." Dumbledore said, grinning wildly. Ah, james thought, I thought as much.

"Yes?" James prompted.

"How does Remedial Potions sound to you?" Dumbledore asked, a triumphant look on his face.

"Sir, I don't like to toot my own horn here, but I am honestly brilliant at potions. I think it might be my attitude that needs work." James said uncertainly.

"Oh, you wont be taking Remedial Potions, you'll be teaching it." Dumbledore said triumphantly.

"WHAT?!" James yelled. This earned him several angry and reproachful looks from the portraits. "But- Me? I can hardly- eehhh." He finished in a sound of un-comfort.

"You'll be given an extra day to complete all your homework assignments and will be teaching the remedial class every other weekday at eight o'clock for and hour and twenty minutes. The room will be on the third floor, an old defense classroom. Your first date will arrive via owl post by tomorrow morning along with a list of your students. Good day, Mr. Evans."

And with that James was shoved into the hall by an invisible force. Well, it doesn't look like I'm getting out of this one, james thought remorsefully. I'd better get moving on a lesson plan.

The next morning owl post arrived. A barn owl dropped a thick envelope onto james's untouched plate. He sighed and picked it up.

Mr. Evans,

Your first lesson will be Monday, eight o'clock. Enclosed is a list of your students. Prof. Severus Snape will in his office till seven pm every night if you have any questions. I am leaving the lesson plans up to you. I will also have you know that all the supplies for your class will be already prepared by an house elf. I know you can do it, Mr. Evans, I have complete faith in you.

Sincerely and with the best of luck,

Albus Dumbledore,

Headmaster of Hogwarts

Order of Merlin First Class

James reached into the envelope and pulled out what he presumed to be his list of students. He shivered at the thought of being a teacher, but pulled it open anyway.

Agri, Jesey

Boton, Alex

Figg, Arabella Jr.

Longbottom, Neville

Smith, Zacharia

Weasley, Ginerva


Weasley, Ronald

James smirked. He looked over to the Gryffindor table and watched as Neville, Ron, and Ginny paled while reading a letter that was brought to them by barn owls. He smirked wider. Ginny looked up at him and mouthed; 'You?!' He nodded.

He had a lot of planning to do, and took out the things remaining in the envelope.

Mr. Evans,

So, you've got the imcompetent brats for your class, eh? Well, enclosed is a list of whats wrong, from my observations and their essays, with them. Good luck,

Prof. Severus Snape.

James studied Snape's notes on the students closely and came to a great revelation. He got up and ran quickly from the Great Hall.

He walked into the Common Room several minutes later, a triumphant look on his face. He sat in front of the fire, pulling out a piece of paper, and began to write.