A/N: Harry Potter is not mine this is a story from a fan. Yaw613 Thank you for the review.

A helping hand.

C2 The first day.

"Good afternoon Miss McGonagall, we are very happy that you are able to start so quickly. As you know, after today one of our teachers will leave us, so this Monday the job is open for anyone. I know that you wanted a week to see if you would like it here and we are willing to give you that week. So on this coming Monday the job will be yours. Well I will be honest with you; the reason why she is leaving us is a little boy which is causing a lot of problems".

The lady across the desk let out a little sigh. "I will not tell you who the little boy is. I'm doing this because I want to give the boy a fair chance before you judge him. Now if you want the job you will be teaching third grade, so most of them are eight or nine years old. I did have a look at your papers and they were all in order. Now I will let someone take you to the house you can stay in while you work here. It is not much but it will give you enough time to surge for something better if you decide to stay here, and I sincerely hope that you do".

Andrea was listening to the headmistress, especially to everything she was saying. She knew that she had the job before she came, and the week trial, that was just a little insurance she wanted for herself. She also understood that she had to go in blind, but she was very confident that she could do it.

As she was brought to her new little house she was wondering what her first lesson would be. The house she caught to stay in was small but she liked that it would mean that she had less to clean up. That weekend she would look over the town and go shopping for the coming week.

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At Monday morning she was the first to enter her new classroom. Today she would teach a new class for over a year and she was really looking for it. As she was sitting at her new desk she looked outside of the window onto the playground.

There at the edge of the playground sat a little boy next to the fence. He was the first student at the school and she had to laugh a little. In her younger years, she was just as eager to learn.

As she looked at the clock she did wonder why he was an hour early. She turned back to the papers she had on her desk and didn't think about the boy for a second time.

At half past eight, they all came walking into the classroom. To her surprise, she saw the little boy entering as the last student. She noticed that he was wearing oversized clothes that looked old enough to be second hand or even third hand. What she did like was his messy black hair. As he sat down she took another good look at his clothes. One thing was sure, if he wanted to play castle, his sweater was big enough to be the castle.

"Good morning class, I'm Miss McGonagall and I will be your new teacher. We will learn a lot and have fun doing it. But before we do that we first have to get to know each other. So I will call out your names, if I call you, you say here. That way I know who you are and where you are sitting" she told the class.

"Angela Smith".
"Here".

"Andréa Bold".
"Here".

"Sander Cornelius".
"Here".

"Dudley Dursley".
"GPPHH Here".

"Dudley if we are in class there will be no eating. During recess, you have enough time to do that" Andrea said as she gave Dudley a piercing look, a look that would make her aunty proud. As she reprimanded Dudley she wondered if this was the boy, why the teacher before her ran away and if he was the one to cause all the trouble they had. She could not be sure but she promised herself that she would keep an eye on that boy.

"Greta Greed".
"Here".

"Johanna Hanson".
"Here".

"Harry PO" Andrea saw the name standing on the paper and immediately looked into the classroom. "Harry P-Potter," she said one more time. With a look into the classroom, she wondered who would respond to the name with a firm here.

"HEEE Freak, she is talking to you" she heard Dudley scream from the other side of the classroom. His yell was immediately followed by a lot of laughter and it was something that didn't sit well with Andrea.

"H-He-Here she heard in a near whisper from the back of the classroom. She looked up at the spot where she heard the whisper and saw the same little boy with the messy black hair, the same boy from that morning. With what some stuttering she finished her role call and sat down behind her desk.

The first thing she did was to give them all a little test just to see how far they were. But she also did it for herself just so she could have a little thought for herself. As she sat behind her desk she looked at how the kids were working on her test. Her eyes went over to Harry Potter.

Every year she heard her aunty tell her that Harry Potter was doing fine and that he was a really happy kid. But as she looked at little Harry Potter in the back of her class she knew that this wasn't the Harry Potter of the magical world. And if he was then her aunty was lied to, but Andrea could hardly believe that that was something Albus Dumbledore would lie about, because he was the one who was telling her aunty that Harry Potter was a good and healthy and a really happy boy.

She knew this was not the Harry Potter because this little boy didn't look that good, It was very clear to her that he was bullied by that overweight boy named Dudley.

As she looked into the classroom she took a decision to be really clear that this wasn't the Harry Potter, so she decided that she would write her aunty later that night. She wanted to ask Harry Potter everything about his life. But if this wasn't the Harry Potter she would most possibly spill something about the magical world that wasn't allowed. So her aunt had to give her some guidance and the answer for what she was allowed to do.

During the rest of the day, she kept on teaching like she always had. Her eyes went over to Harry more than ones but she never asked him a question, not even a little one. She did look at how he was in class and how the other kids were around him. Most of all he appeared to be the one that was ignored by everyone. It most possibly was because he was bullied and nobody wanted to be his friend because of that. The second thing that was clear to her was that Dudley Dursley was the one who spread fear throughout the classroom.

The moment she walked into the door of her little house she immediately went to her desk and took out a piece of parchment and a quill and started a letter to her aunty at Hogwarts.

Dear Aunt Mini.

I hope you are doing well.

Let me start this letter by telling you the good news. I finally found a job teaching children like I always wanted. I found a job at a little primary school in Little Whinging. I'm teaching third grade and I'm really loving it.

Now there is a second reason why I'm writing this letter to you. You'll never guess who I have in my class. I myself can hardly believe it so I don't think it is him. But one of my students is named Harry Potter.

First I didn't want to tell you but I'm really teaching a boy named Harry Potter. I did have a good look at him but I'm not sure. You ones told me he had a scar on his forehead and this boy does have one, now again I'm not sure but the scar is in the shape of a lightning bolt.

Now the hard part, if this boy is the Harry Potter then things don't look good. Today was the first day I stood in front of the class and found out that this Harry is being bullied. I have not done anything yet but I want to ask you. If this is the Harry Potter, how will I know and what can I tell him.

Lots of love, your niece Andrea McGonagall.

Andrea sent the letter the next morning with her own owl. The one she had got from her aunty on her last birthday and prepared herself for her second day of class.

It would be another two days before she got a reply to her letter.

A/N: I do not know when the next chapter will come but like I said it will be a slow update.

Thanks again for reading, till next time.

Gr Winmau