Quick update, I know but I have a train of thought and I don't want to lose it and besides, I owe you guys. I know my chapters are short, I just have a personal preference. When I read, I prefer to read shorter chapters rather than fewer longer chapters.

CHAPTER 5: PAGE 394

Harry absolutely loved teaching and he wouldn't change it for the world but sometimes he was just about ready to walk out that door. Most of the times the students were great and accepted his privacy but every now and again he'd get asked a question, usually about him killing Voldemort and right now this was one of those moments. McGreggor sat in the back row, eyes never breaking contact with Harry as he waited for his answer. And like always Harry stood there partially embarrassed and partially pissed off. "Look McGreggor that is really not relevant right now nor is it really ever relevant."

"Come on, Professor, give us a hint. Did you see the life drain from him?" He etched closer in his seat, desperate to know. The rest of class' eyes flicked from Harry to McGreggor and back to Harry. Harry knew that he wouldn't get back to his work until he had an answer.

"Yes." Was all Harry said and McGreggor hooted. "Now back to Werewolves, turn to page 394." Suddenly Harry became dizzy with the memories of Snape, the man who saved him, the man who saved them all. He felt a soft hand rest upon his shoulder and his breathing become regular again.

"Hermione?" he whispered.

"No, Sir, It's me, Natalie." He looked into her blue eyes and realised that they weren't Hermione's chocolate brown.

"Thankyou, Nat. I will be fine now." He was slightly confused as to how she got there so fast but he was also very thankful because honestly felt as though he was going to pass out. He continued on with the lesson and everything seemed to run smoothly except for when he made eye contact with Natalie, he felt his breath hitch every time he saw her looking back at him. He got lost in the topic of werewolves, after all the only father figure in his life was one. He felt as though he may have been coming across as too passionate but he didn't care, he needed to make them understand how misunderstood werewolves are. In fact he was so lost in his ramblings that he didn't realise his students were packing up. "All right class for next lesson please ensure that you have read up to page 397." The students seemed as though they couldn't get out of there fast enough. Harry bent over to pick up his books, as he stood up, he noticed Natalie still packing up her stuff. "Natalie are you all right?"

"Oh yes, Professor, I just wanted to finish up the notes. Thankyou for the lesson, it was really great. I find the werewolf species very interesting but very misunderstood. My grandmother was a werewolf, I never got to meet her unfortunately." Harry could see the sadness in her eyes and he couldn't help but take a few steps towards her.

"Nat, I'm sure she would've loved you very much. I'm here if you need to talk to someone." Harry genuinely meant it, after all he was an expert in the field of loss.

"You know very few people call me Nat. Mainly just my friends and family but I like it better than Natalie." Harry gave her an understanding smile as she walked past him. "Oh and Professor, thankyou about what you said."

"Of course, Nat, I meant it." He watched her leave with a quizzical look. Bloody Hell, Harry what do you think you're doing? She is your student, not to mention at least five years younger than you. But she is definitely into you… Harry, stop your teenage boy hormones. He cursed to himself and remembered he needed to go and see Hermione. He found himself at the door of her living quarters, he took in a deep breath and knocked twice. The door opened but no one was there. "Harry Potter?" A small boy emerged from behind the door frame, no older than 4. He had curly, red hair and piercing chocolate eyes.

He looked so familiar but harry couldn't put his finger on it. "Yes I am and you are?"

"James Weasley." That's it, he was Hermione and Ron's son but why would they never have mentioned him. Maybe it never came up, Harry did only write to them for a few months after the War and occasionally to check if they were still alive.

Harry shook James' hand, not that James knew how to "Nice to meet you James, is your mum around here?"

"She is teaching. Do you want to see my trucks?" Harry almost forgot he was talking to a 4-year-old. Harry nodded and followed him inside. "Mummy talks about you, she misses you. She has this photo of you, see?" He ran over to a table filled with frames, each holding a memory. Harry walked over to the table and saw the photo he was pointing at, it was taken in Fourth Year, just after he completed the first round of the Tri-Wizard Cup. He was smiling from ear to ear, golden egg in his scrawny arms. He smiled at the memory, his eyes rested upon the largest frame of the lot. Inside was a photo of Ron and Hermione dancing in a meadow, giggling to each other. Suddenly, Harry realised he had never really seen them together, he left straight after the Battle. He saw them holding hands but that was about it, he wished that witnessed more of their love. But then that raised the next question, if James was here, why wasn't Ron?

"James, sweetie, I'm home!" Hermione's voice echoed through the quarters. James scrambled to his feet and ran to his mum.

"Mummy, mummy, guess who's here." Hermione looked terrified, after all her son just let someone into their home. Her eyes searched frantically but once they rested on Harry she immediately calmed. She looked down at James again and panicked, realising what just happened. Harry had met James.