Harry had a free period, so he went to his chambers and took a nap. When he woke up, it was almost lunch time. Harry washed his face and looked in the mirror. He really did look like James. Same hair, except for the silver streaks in his, and their faces almost the same. Harry's scar was still there, but it was fading, and James' nose was slightly longer than his. Of course, his eyes were different. But other than that, he was almost the same. Harry had more muscle, because of the Auror training, and he was a bit taller than James (He was only a year older than James).
Harry sighed. He hated his hair; he wished it would be normal. His eyes were okay, because it was highly useful. Once in a while, he would even get premonitions.
Harry slowly walked towards the Great Hall. He thought it would be best if he didn't apparate if too many people were there.
"James! Oi Prongs!" a voice yelled in his direction.
Sirius Black was sprinting towards Harry.
"Er, oops, wrong person. You and James look strangely alike." Sirius said grinning sheepishly.
"That's alright, Mr. Black." Harry said smiling slightly.
"It's just that James was supposed to be around here after he finished with the last touches-" Sirius stopped and clapped his hands to his mouth, only just realizing he was telling a professor this.
Harry chuckled. "Your pranks and chaos are quite safe with me."
"Er, right. Well, you should be in the Great Hall, it's going to happen soon." Sirius said, smiling mischievously.
"I'll take your word for it, Mr. Black." Harry walked to the Great Hall eagerly. There was nothing unusual...yet. He took a seat next to Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall. The food hadn't appeared yet. Harry looked to where the Marauders were sitting and they were looking at the Slytherin table. Suddenly, Snape and Lucius Malfoy started to sing. They stood up on the table and they sang on top of their lungs, while pink tutus and high heels appeared right on them:
"Welcome back, welcome back to hoggy, warty, Hogwarts!
We'll learn new stuff and get bad grades 'cause we're useless craaaap!
But nevermind that, we're here at Hogwarts, the bestest place to beee!
The most best guys in the world are the Marauders, yes the Marauders,
With their awesome, beautiful pranks!
But the best...of course Sirius Black, he has the cutest arrrssseeee!"
"Couldn't resist." Harry heard Sirius mutter proudly.
Harry and the rest of the school was cracking up. Harry looked and saw that he was the only professor laughing. Dumbledore was chuckling, his eyes twinkling with mirth. Harry tried to stop, but it was hopeless.
The Marauders were laughing hysterically, taking pride in their prank.
- - - -
"Guys!" Remus said.
"What?" James asked through his laughter.
"Professor Donovan's laughing!" Remus exclaimed incredulously, looking up at the staff table. The rest of the Marauders looked up. Indeed, Professor Donovan was laughing. Really hard, too.
"Merlin, he has to be the first Professor who's laughed at our prank other than Dumbledore, ever! The rest of the teachers just laugh when our prank goes wrong!" Sirius said in awe.
- - - -
Harry sensed the Marauders looking at him. He looked at them.
- - - -
The Marauders were simply staring at their new professor when he suddenly looked at them. It startled them, but they kept looking at him. Then, with a merry twinkle in his eye, he winked at them and apparated in a blink of an eye. The Marauders jumped.
"That was really weird." Sirius said stating the obvious.
Harry was chuckling to himself as he got ready for the next class. It was going to be a very long day...
- - - -
At eight that evening after dinner, Sirius and James knocked on their professor's door. The door swung open and the two guys walked in.
"What're we going to do for detention, Professor?" Sirius asked.
"Sit down." Harry said, pointing to the chairs across his desk. They sat down.
"I usually wouldn't do this in a detention because detentions are supposed to suck arse." Harry said. "But I haven't been on my broom for a while, so you two are going to polish the school brooms until 11."
Both groaned. "I don't want to polish brooms that've been on Firsties' arses!" Sirius whined.
"Yeah, and what's the good part, anyway?" James said.
"I will allow you two to fly around for an hour of it." Harry said smiling.
"Are you serious!" Sirius asked excitedly.
"No, but you are." James and Harry said at the same time. They looked at each other and grinned.
"Wow, you two could be brothers!" Sirius exclaimed.
'More like father and son,' Harry thought to himself.
"Did you guys learn how to summon things?" Harry asked. They shook their heads.
'Well, that's a lesson I should teach.' Harry thought.
"Okay, er, what are your brooms called?" Harry asked them.
"Newest ones." Sirius said grinning.
"Shooting Stars." they both said together with a lot of pride in their voices.
Harry almost snorted, but refrained.
"Oh, er, okay. Here's how you do it." Harry said. He took out his wand and clearly and firmly said, "Accio Shooting Stars!"
Within ten seconds, two brooms came gliding over to them.
"Cool!" James exclaimed.
"My broom, is, er..special." Harry said lamely.
"Ours is too." Sirius said sarcastically, forgetting that Harry was a teacher. Harry liked that. He didn't really like being treated as a professor...especially from his own father and godfather!
"No, I mean, really special. Not from any Quidditch stores. I had a, er, professional broom maker make it especially for me. Very new." Harry lied uncomfortably.
"O-kay..." Sirius said slowly, raising his eyebrows.
"Accio Firebolt!" Harry said quietly, but clearly. Within five seconds, Harry's broom came hovering over to him. He caught it firmly and let Sirius and James see it.
They simply stared in awe and shock. Harry still had the broom that Sirius had given him during his 3rd year. It was shiny and still new looking. Sometimes, Harry thought if the broom was enchanted to stay new.
"Whoa..." Sirius managed to say. James was just gaping at it.
"Er...well, let's go." Harry said.
Once they got to the Quidditch field, Harry mounted on his broom and took off. It felt so good to be back up in the air again. He did a few quick laps around the field and did a couple of loop-de-loops.
"Bloody hell!" Harry heard Sirius exclaim, "The professor's broom must be charmed to go that fast!"
Harry flew down towards James and Sirius. "Actually, Sirius, it's not. Also, out of classes, don't treat me as a professor, and call me Harry." Harry added.
"Alright er... Harry." James said.
"You guys could try it out, though." Harry said.
"Can I go first?" Sirius asked.
"No, me!" James exclaimed.
"Me!"
"NO, me!"
"ME!"
"No, me!"
"ME!"
"NO ME!"
"Just flip a coin." Harry said, taking out a galleon.
"Heads!" James exclaimed.
It turned out to be tails. James decided to fly with Sirius on his broom. Sirius, of course, was much faster. They were hovering high up in the air.
"This is bloody brilliant!" Sirius exclaimed happily.
"Pandfoot...look." James said pointing towards Harry.
"Professor Donovan looks so... depressed." Sirius said looking down at Harry.
"Let's go." James said.
Harry was oblivious that James and Sirius had landed right in front of him.
"Er... Professor?" James asked hesitantly.
"What? Oh...hey." Harry said forcing a smile.
"What's wrong?" James asked.
"Oh, just missing some friends..." Harry said distantly.
"Tell us about them...It helps to talk it out." Sirius said.
Harry snorted at Sirius' innocence, but told them anyway.
"Er...well, there's Ron..he's one of my best friends. He er, got injured in a duel a while ago--- (A/N: hold up- I just realized that Ron shouldn't be in St. Mungo's anymore because it is now 5 months after the battle and Ron should've been out of St. Mungo's like, 2 weeks after the battle. Just pretend that he's still injured or something.) — Then there's Hermione...Another best friend. She's really studious. Back in school, she made Ron and I study schedules for our O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s."
"Sounds like Lily Flower and Moony." James said chuckling.
Harry raised his eyebrows. "Lily Flower?"
Sirius let out his famous bark-like laugh. "Lily Evans. The Head Girl, James' crush for four years."
"I see." Harry said chuckling.
James glared at Sirius, but Sirius took no notice to it and kept on going.
"Yeah, he's been asking her out 24/7, but all he gets is a 'You're such an arrogant prat, Potter! Just grow up, will you?'!" Sirius said, imitating Lily's voice on the last part.
"Padfoot!" James hissed at Sirius, blushing fiercely.
"Maybe you should treat her with respect, not ask her out all the time, and deflate your head a bit." Harry suggested.
"Do you think that'll work?" James asked hopefully.
Harry just shrugged nonchalantly. "It's worth a try."
"God, I wish I could see them again... I wouldn't even mind a glimpse of my old enemy, Draco Malf-er, Malkey." Harry said. He knew that wasn't going to happen.
"So, have you got a girlfriend, Sirius?" Harry asked changing the subject.
"Nah, not right now." Sirius said carelessly, "What about you, Harry?"
"Er, yeah, I do." Harry said blushing slightly.
"She pretty? What's her name?" Sirius asked eagerly.
"That sure was rude." James muttered, but looked like he wanted to know, too.
"Er, well, her name's Ginny er, Wheeler. She's a redhead, blue eyes, a year younger than me. She can have a fiery temper when she wants to. But she's a brilliant witch." Harry said carefully so he won't blab anything.
They chatted for a while. About Quidditch, girls, school, the Marauder's pranks, and Slytherins.
"Bloody hell, it's two in the morning!" yelped Sirius after a while.
"Oh Merlin...McGonagall will definitely be peeved at me...Let me escort you guys to your rooms, you can blame it on me." Harry said getting up.
They were walking up throughout the corridors and staircases, when James said something to break the awkward silence.
"You do realize that we never served detention, right?" James asked Harry.
"Yeah." Harry said shrugging, "This was more fun, though. Unless you do want to polish brooms?"
Both Sirius and James shook their heads violently.
"You have got to be the most bloody brilliant teacher ever!" Sirius exclaimed ecstatically when they got to the Fat Lady's portrait.
"See you tomorrow, Professor-er, Harry, Prongs." Sirius said. He said the password (coconut cream pie) and got in.
As James and Harry walked to the Head's room, they met Mrs. Norris on the way.
"Watch this." Harry said to James. Harry transformed into a large pit bull, barked at Mrs. Norris, bit her on the tail, and kicked her by the hind legs. She hissed, frightened, and scampered away. Harry transformed back into a human.
"Merlin, no one had the guts to even touch her! That was bloody brilliant! You're an Animagus?" James said, excited.
"Yeah, I can actually transform into anything I want to." Harry said casually, shrugging his shoulders.
"Wow..." James said in complete awe.
"I take it you don't have those nicknames for no reason then, eh?" Harry asked, when they got to the Head's portrait.
"What...? How...!" James gasped.
"Remember my suggestion at the field about Lily, if she's awake." With a wink and a smile, Harry apparated to his chambers...or did he?
- - - -
James muttered the password (treacle tart) and entered the Head's room.
"Merlin, Potter, you daft prat! Where were you? I was so worried! If you were out setting up pranks... You could have gotten caught! You don't come back after dinner, way after curfew, at nearly three in the morning! You had me worried sick! What if you got hurt! You are such a self-centered prat, James Potter!" Lily shrieked angrily.
James was about to say something very conceited, but then he heard Professor Donovan's voice in his head.
"I'm alright, Lily. It was nothing important- no, not pranks. Thanks for worrying about me, but I'm really tired, G'night Lily." James said tiredly, as he suddenly felt worn out. As he was walking past her, he swore he saw a quill...wink, but shook it out of his head.
- - - -
Harry wanted to see how it turned out so he transfigured himself into a normal quill and had watched the whole thing.
'I guess James really does listen to advice.' Harry thought as he transfigured himself back to human and apparated to his chambers.
