I CAN READ MY REVIEWS!

It makes me so happy you have no idea! (woot 548 hits and 22 reviews later and on my first day of my first ever fanfiction)

I would have done this a while ago, but as you know from all my bitching I haven't been able to.

Nfjfs- Thank you for your advice on word count, I was tending to get a little freaked about the length of the story.

Chattrbox357- I agree the bit where they find out is always my favourite, and its going to be so much fun to write because he is older than them!

Win- sorry about the difference of opinion, if you read my note at the bottom of chapter 1 you would know why I did this. Also I was unaware as to Harry's year of birth, my apologies

WheezlyGirl- you are easily one of my nicest reviewers and you always bring a smile to my face. Thank you and I look forward to reading your story.

Aerohead- thnx for taking the time to review

QueenCate- It is always a pleasure to read your biting opinions. Really I enjoy your honesty.

Ohmygawsh- I love you so much! I totally agree about Dumbledore.

Azurestar- YAY! I'm on an alert. Thank you for your logical opinion on dates, I am afraid it's too late now and frankly; I don't want to change them.

Shadowryder- love your name, but please read my explanation on dates at the end of chapter one

Slytherin-Angel44- another one of my kind reviewers, thank you so much for your support

Lady Page- Do you read Tamora Pierce? I love her! Thanks for the review

Mismissymel- I had the exact same problem, so do what I did, register for a new account and it'll all be apparent when you get to your homepage OR go to Then write a story in word, then go to documents and download it. It's really pretty easy, this is my first story!

KEEP READING AND REVIEWING!

"Harry will you stop pacing!"

"I'm sorry Hermione," Harry stood still immediately but she could tell he was still nervous.

"Harry look at me…LOOK AT ME! You are going to make a fantastic teacher, everyone will love you, you'll get to know your parents and your Godfather better and we'll have a fantastic year."

Harry nodded and collected himself to face the class that he knew was waiting outside the door at this exact moment.

Hermione looked at him worriedly. He smiled reassuringly and she could tell that almost all of his apprehension was gone. She waved her hand lazily at the door and it sprung open, much to the surprise of the 7th years standing behind it.

"Come in, come in," Harry called impatiently and Hermione couldn't help but to smile at how easily he fell into the roll of teacher. Again.

The class looked terrified and Hermione could understand why. No one knew anything about them. They had just turned up one night out of nowhere and got the job. This was not going to work. For them to learn what they needed to be taught, they had to have a connection with their teachers. They needed to trust them completely. She whispered her idea in Harry's ear as the class settled them and he voiced it to the class.

"We understand that you must be pretty nervous so we're going to let you ask us anything you like. Even our most embarrassing moments, but only for 10 minutes, after that we start the class and you don't get another chance."

No one spoke up. They all looked to terrified to move.

Harry looked like he was about to yell at them, and knowing his temper wouldn't help anything, she cut him off, "Look, I'd be nervous too if I was being taught by Harry and myself, but we don't want to hurt you, we just want to help you survive in the big bad old world."

The class looked less tense, but still no one said anything.

"Look I'll start," said Harry, he looked thoughtful for a moment and then said, "Hermione and Harry, why did you want to become teachers?"

"Well I wanted to be a teacher because I loved school so much…"

"Nerd cough cough, "said Harry

Hermione just smacked him upside the head, which lightened the mood considerably.

"As I was saying, I loved school and I always looked up to my teachers, they were so wise and they had so much power. So I guess my reason would be that I wanted to help people and take away house points," she finished with a laugh.

"For me it would have to be…," he thought back to fifth year and the thrill it had given him, "…I just like it. I like teaching people things, not stupid things, things that matter. I like teaching things that make a difference to people, to know that I've taught them something that could one day save their life."

"Next question, Miss Niall"

A blonde girl from Hufflepuff had cautiously raised her hand into the air.

"I don't mean so sound rude or anything…um…I mean I don't mean to pry…its just that we were…um.."

She was having difficulty asking her question, but finally managed it in a tiny, barely audible voice after both her teachers smiled kindly at her, "How old are you?"

Harry and Hermione both laughed at this and Anna Niall thought that maybe she had offended them.

"Well I turned 19 on the 31st of July," said Harry

"And I turned 19 on the 19th of March," said Hermione (is that right? Oh well it is now)

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. These teachers were actually quite cool. They had no qualms with revealing their ages and were willing to share anything about themselves.

"Sirius ask a question," hissed James.

"Why don't you?"

"Because I can't think of anything!"

"Ok, ok. I've got one." He raised his hand into the air and at a nod from Professor Granger asked his question, "What is the most illegal thing you've ever done?"

He was quite proud of this question as he was sure neither would have very good answers. He smirked happily at them from the back row.

"Well," said Hermione "Because I was never caught for anything I don't know which was the most illegal, so can we tell you a few?"

Everyone in the class sat forward, eager for some juicy goss.

"In second year I brewed a polyjuice potion in a toilet withough permission," she said.

The class was in awe. They thought that she was going to say something like tying her shoes wrong, but the had brewed one of the most illegal potions in the world when she was 12!

"um then, when I was 13, I travelled through time to help a friend of mine out of prison. Harry and me went. We would have taken Ron, but he was in the hospital wing with a broken leg. When I was 15 I broke into the Department of Mysteries and we smashed it up pretty badly."

The class looked at her incredulously. "Hey! We were being chased by like 10 deatheaters, cut me some slack. And that's about it I suppose, there were lots of other things but they were all pretty minor.

Every person was looking at her with their mouth open in surprise. They could not believe that this woman had done all of this by the time she was 16. no one moved. No one spoke. There was a long silence before anyone said anything.

"Well do you want to hear what I've done or not?" asked Harry

The class nodded mutely.

"When I was in first year, I sort of stole the Philosophers stone, when I was in second year I flew a flying car to school and was seen by muggles with Ron, in third year Hermione's already told you, and in 5th year I started an illegal defence group and then the incident in the Department Of Mysteries."

No one could believe it. Prof. Potter had done even more than Prof. Granger.

"Don't be so surprised. We were in school once too. We broke more rules than nearly anyone. Just because we're professors now doesn't mean we're gonna change and become total stiffs. We love to have fun. Probably more than most people here," said Hermione

"Our classes are going to more fun than any you've ever had, got it?" said Harry. "Now, on with the questions."

After getting over their initial shock, the class had become even more daring than before.

"Are you a virgin?"

"No"

"Is it true you're going out?"

"Yes."

"What's your favourite colour."

"Black!"

"Are you rich?"

"These robes are Armani, what do you think?"

"Are you really more powerful than Dumbledore?"

"Um…yes."

"Do you have any children?"

"NO!"

"Who's Ron?"

"One of our best friends."

It seemed everyone had run out of questions, but then just as the 10 minutes was drawing to a close, "Why do you say He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's name?"

"Because fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself."

"And we're not scared of him."