It was the next day that Harry was anxiously awaiting his first class. They were 7th years, and he knew that their education up until their fourth year had been abysmal, after all, he had had the same teachers, but he did not know who they had had the last three years. Because of this, he had "borrowed" Durmstrang's graduation tests, which he found to be challenging and a good ground on which to send young adults into the world. This he intended to give them to see how much work he had before him. In fact, he intended to use Durmstrangs exams in order to judge all years. Of course, he had tweaked them a bit with questions on every subject such as: In your opinion, how greatly or poorly do you excel in this subject: Excellent, good, average, poor or not at all.

As his first students arrived (all houses since it was a NEWTS class) he nodded to each greeting and exchanged some of his own. He knew about half of them, but that was only because he had come into direct contact with them in some form or another. After all, he had been very busy that year preparing for the final battle against Voldemort.

Finally, the students were seated and were looking at him expectantly. "Ok, I know you are going to groan, but before I complete my plans for this year's curriculum, I need to know where you stand in your broad knowledge of the Defense Against the Dark Arts, or lack thereof. Accordingly, I have an exam I would like for you all to take. There will be no grade given for it, for, while I hope that you all will do well, I highly doubt it unless Professor Dumbledore managed to get a decent teacher. So, thus having given my small speech, here is the test." With a snap of Harry's fingers, the tests appeared before each student. Looking at the thick stack of papers before them, they groaned and got to work.

With his daughter in his arms, a tired Harry Potter sat down on a plush chair in the teacher's Lounge with a long, heart-filled sigh. Not paying attention to the others, he bounced her a little and conjured a large stack of papers which had turned out to be all the tests which had accumulated through the last 3 days. Kissing his daughter on the head, he took up a red muggle ink pen and began to read the first test of a 7th year by the name of Kayleen Applemeier. By the time he was finished, he didn't know if he was cut out for the job or not. Tricia had been getting fussy while Harry's frustration had mounted. Realizing this, Harry began softly singing as he turned to the next paper.

Two hours later, he had finished marking all the papers and none of them had come anywhere close to being at the standard they should have been. The only classes that Harry did not have to worry about were the first years.

"Is something wrong, Harry?" Harry looked up and realized that all the other teachers were in the room and were looking at him inquisitively. It was McGonagal who had spoken their thoughts.

"Who was teaching in the last 3 years? None of the students would ever be able to meet the standards of DADA curriculum, not to mention even trying to exceed it."

Here, Severus Snape sneered and said: "Albus found them were he found all the others, at the bottom of the barrel."

"I am going to have to do accelerated courses with evening classes and extra homework just to try to bring them up to par with the rest of the world. With the 7th years I may not even succeed."

"Oh, Harry. I am sure you will manage. Please, if you need help just ask any of us and we will gladly give it." Filius Flitwick said.

"Oh yes." Pomona Sprout agreed. "It is nice to finally have someone who is concerned with their students' education rather than getting in to Dumbledore's good graces."

Harry managed a small smile for his colleagues. He knew that neither the students, nor himself, were going to enjoy DADA in the upcoming year.

Looking at the scores on top of the papers, he began sorting the papers into 7 groups, dividing the students into what year they were actually capable of completing based on knowledge, skill would come in the extra lessons.

After many sleepless nights of planning and restless days of lessons and taking care of Tricia, Harry finally had it figured out. During the scheduled lessons, he would be teaching according to the Durmstrang's standards. During the night, he had lessons planned from 6:30-8:00, starting right after dinner. Each skill level group would meet with him once a week and each student would continue these extra lessons until he felt that they were at the level they needed to be. Now it was time to tell everyone else.

Everyone was well aware of his exhaustion as he came to the Great Hall that night. It was so acute, that Severus Snape voluntarily took Tricia into his arms, much to the delight of Harry's daughter.

Harry was silent throughout dinner until just before Dumbledore was going to stand up to dismiss the students. "Headmaster, I would like to make an announcement if I may."

"Of course, my boy." The Headmaster replied and Harry stood up and made his way to the front of the hall. Clearing his throat, he quickly caught the attention of the student body.

"It has come to my attention, that you are all abysmally uninformed regarding the dark arts and would not stand a chance if anything of that nature decided to attack you. In light of this, I will be giving extracurricular DADA classes every night and the first half of Saturdays. They are not mandatory, however, if you wish to pass my exams, I would suggest you come to them.

"There will be extra classes for all years except the first as they are starting with clean slates and are not behind. On Mondays, the extra classes for the 2nd years will begin at 6:30 and end at 8pm. Tuesdays are for the 3rd years, Wednesdays for the 4th, Thursdays for the 5th and the 6th years on Friday. On Saturdays, the morning will be for the 7th years starting from 8 until noon when we would normally have lunch.

"These classes will be taken in addition to the ones during the week days. They will be stopped if I feel you have been caught up to where you are supposed to be. Homework assigned in these extra classes will be regarded as extra credit."

There was silence throughout the hall as Harry returned to his seat and took Tricia in his arms. Dumbledore waited until they were settle to address the student body.

"These extra defense classes are supported by the whole staff at Hogwarts. They are not, however, and excuse for not turning in an assignment for another class as you are given at least two days to complete them. Now, it is getting late and so off to bed with you all. Tomorrow will be a busy day.