I only got one review on the last chapter and so normally I wouldn't post
but you can thank my friend Ariel and her morals that I am posting another
chapter.
Seven Years Later.
Seven years since the trio's seventh year. Seven years after the defeat of
the Dark Lord. Harry and Hermione remained happily married for this time
and now had three children, Ronald Sirius Potter (who was four), and two
twin girls Rebecca Anne Potter, and Lily Hermione Potter. (who were three)
Ron had married Sarah the summer after she had graduated. They had two
sons, Harold Remus Weasley who was the twins' age and another one a year
younger, Charles Arthur Weasley, who was one year old and Sarah was
currently pregnant with her third child. Sirius had married Ariel and they had
adopted a child when she was 8. Her name was Natalie Black. Fred and
George had not married and both had had several girlfriends. Ginny had
married Colin Creevy, Bill Weasley surprisingly married Fleur and they had
five children; William, Arthur, Molly, Gabrielle, and Virginia. Arthur (though
everyone called him Art) was the same age as Harry and Hermione's son.
Charlie had not married and Fred and George swore that he had married a
dragon. Draco Malfoy had married a Hufflepuff from their year name Liberty.
They had three boys with another child on the way.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione had retired from Quidditch after winning
seven World Cups in a row. (Once again, for all purposes in this story the
World Cup is held every year) Ron had gotten a job in the Magical Games
and Sports department at the ministry. Hermione had a job developing new
spells and potions and got to spend several hours researching everyday.
Harry didn't have a new job yet or so he thought.
An owl flew into the bright home of Harry and Hermione Potter. Lily
(who was visiting) was trying to coax the twins to eat their breakfast. But
they were proving difficult, acting much like their father and grandfather.
Ron (the oldest) was giving them a severe look that reminded everyone of
Hermione. Hermione had already gotten started on work for the day and
Harry was pretending to read the newspaper while really just laughing at his
mother's attempt to feed his children. All of the Potter children looked like
Harry. Except for Ron, who had deep brown eyes. Both the twins had bright
green eyes and already there baby hair was impossible to straighten.
Hermione claimed that the only thing that she had done in the making of the
twins was birth them. They were consistently trying to cause trouble. Back
to the owl. It bore the Hogwarts seal; it had been a long time since Harry
had had an owl like this. After he read the letter he spit pumpkin juice all
over the place. Lily stared at him.
"What's wrong Harry?"
"Did you know that Sirius retired at the end of last year?"
Lily frowned, "No, did he really?"
Harry nodded. "And Dumbledore wants me to take his spot!"
"Really! That's wonderful dear, will you take it?"
Harry frowned, "I'm not sure I better talk to Hermione about it, I have only two days to deicide!"
"Go ahead and go, I will take care of the twins and Ron."
Harry smiled gratefully at his mother and went to go find Hermione.
Hermione was working in a large lab that they had built onto the house for
her work. She looked frustrated when Harry came in and disturbed her.
"Yes?" She asked irritably.
"I got an owl from Dumbledore this morning saying that Sirius retired last year."
"Really, that's nice for him, that means Natalie wont have to have her father for a teacher, you know she is going to Hogwarts this year."
Harry nodded.
"He offered me the job."
Hermione looked taken aback but then relaxed. "Of course, you are the best person for the job, I mean you are the boy who lived!"
Harry frowned at her he hated it when people referred to him as 'The Boy Who Lived'.
"But what about you and the kids? I don't want to leave you here alone all the time!"
"Harry don't worry about us! We have your parents, my parents and Sirius to help us if we want. Even Mr. and Mrs. Weasley will baby-sit if we need them to!"
"So you think I should take it?"
"Of course! Now send that owl straight to Dumbledore and let me work!" Harry kissed her lightly on the lips before going back to the kitchen. He wrote his letter of acceptance and sent it off.
In the next two days Harry tried to spend as much time as he could
with his children. He would miss them terribly while he was Hogwarts.
Finally the day came for Harry to leave. The twins cried as he kissed them
good-bye. Ron was at Bill's house playing with Art. Harry gave Hermione a
long kiss as he grabbed his wand and dissaperated. He arrived at
Hogsmeade station where he met two house-elves. One shrieked with
delight. "Mr. Harry Potter! Dobby is glad to see you sir! Professor
Dumbledore sent Dobby and Winky to meet you sir! Winky will take your
bags and Dobby will show sir to sir's room."
Harry laughed. He took a carriage up to the school. It felt great to be
back here. Dobby showed him to his room, which was near the Gryffindor
Common Room. His room was wonderful! It looked exactly the way his
head boy room looked in his 7th year just to a greater scale. He decided to
go down to the Great Hall to see what was happening. He wore his
invisibility cloak. Harry was surprised to see that students filled the room
and then kicked himself mentally. He was late! Harry watched as food was
cleared from the tables. Dumbledore stood up to make his usual start-of-
term announcements. He gave a slight nod towards Harry to acknowledge
his presence. Harry had forgotten that Dumbledore could see through his
cloak.
"I am sorry to say that Professor Black retired at the end of last year."
There were groans throughout the hall; Sirius had been popular with the
students. Dumbledore raised his hand for silence. "We will have an
excellent replacement for him. But the new Professor wishes to remain
anonymous until your first class, which is why he did not grace us with his
presence."
Harry smiled. Dumbledore had come up with an excuse for his lateness.
The students left the hall. Harry heard several rumors about the new
teacher before heading to meet with Dumbledore and the other teachers. He
removed his invisibility cloak as he entered the room. Everyone there smiled
except for Snape, who seemed to still be here.
"I believe that everyone here knows Mr. Potter. Harry there have been some
changes in the staff since you were in school here. Professor Flitwick retired
several years ago and Ms. Cho Chang took his place. Madame Hooch also
retired and in her place is Mr. Oliver Wood. Other then that everything is the
same!"
They spent the rest of the evening going over rules and such. Then they
were given free time to socialize with each other. Harry had been quite
uncomfortable around Cho ever since his fourth year because of Cedric. He
talked to Oliver for a long time about England's team. At 12 they all said
goodnight, tomorrow was going to be a long day.
Harry awoke early the next morning. He already missed the twins
waking him up in the morning by bouncing on his bed until he started tickling
them. He went down to the kitchens so he could eat breakfast and looked
down at his schedule for the day. His first class was third year Gryffindors
and Ravenclaws. 'Thank you Dumbledore' he thought to himself. He was
glad that he didn't have to deal with Slythrines for his first class. He looked
down at his watch and groaned. 'Why was he always late for everything?'
He slipped his cloak on and ran up to his classroom. He saw the students
sitting in their desks with quill and parchment out exchanging rumors with
each other. It seemed popular belief that he was a vampire. Harry smiled.
He was going to have fun with this. He took a piece of chalk and began
writing on the board.
'Welcome to DADA, year three!'
The students were stunned they called out asking who he was.
Harry responded by simply taking off his cloak. The class looked confused
for amount. Then he pulled back his bangs to show the scar that he had had
since he was only one. The whole class gasped with each other in one
breath. A small Ravenclaw girl fainted at the sight of his scar. Harry
panicked. He had not expected such a response from the class. Though on
second though Harry had made absolutely no public appearances in the last
seven years, and only close friends and family ever saw him. (except for in
Quidditch matches, but all they saw of him then was a blur as it flew past the
crowd) Harry rushed over to the fallen girl and muttered, "enervate!" Her
eyes flicked open as soon as the spell was cast and she looked up into
Harry's concerned green eyes. She couldn't believe that THE Harry Potter
was standing over, actually worrying about her well-being. Seeing that most
of the class was still feeling un-comfortable, Harry did something that he
hadn't tried for years. He closed his eyes and thought of the happiest
moments in his life. Finding out he was a wizard, flying on a broom for the
first time, having his parents back, winning the world cup, marrying
Hermione, and becoming a father. As the happiness swelled within him great
bursts of gold and red light shot out of his chest and radiated the room, just
like in his seventh year. The students found relief and comfort as the light
surrounded them. When it finally disappeared they stared at Harry in awe.
He stood up, and helped the Ravenclaw to her feet and went back to the
front of the room.
"Right then.err. anymore questions?" All of the kids in the room
raised their hands high in the air. Harry spent the rest of the period
describing what he had done and how he was able to do it. When the bell
rang for lunch Harry felt quite relieved. The students seemed sorry that it
was time to leave.
Harry made his way down to the Great Hall. After his first lesson he
thought it would be best to make an appearance at lunch, to avoid more
classes like the last one. All of the students were already seated and eating
when he entered the hall. The buzz in the room quieted down right as he
stepped in, and Dumbledore at the high table, stood his eyes twinkling as
usual.
"May I introduce our new DADA teacher, Professor Potter!"
Everyone in the hall started to clap. (with the exception of Snape) Harry
smiled and as an old habit he strode over to the Gryffindor table and sat
down by the third years that he had just had a class with and started talking.
"So how is Quidditch going?"
Smiles broke out all over the table and the conversations in the hall
resumed.
Harry convinced himself to get out of bed the next morning. Today
was going to be his first day teacher Slytherines, and to make it worse they
would be mixed with Gryffindors. Unless things had changed greatly since he
was in school, Harry was sure that the two houses together would not be a
good mix. Harry was surprised to see several Gryffindor's enter early. The
one leading look familiar to him.
"Ian? Ian Gerald?" There standing before him was an older version of
the 7-year-old whose party he had gone to so many years ago. The boy
grinned. "It's great to see you again Professor."
Ian's friends looked at him with amazement. He actually knew THE Harry
Potter. Before the bell rang the whole class had come in. Harry noted that
the Slytherines were sitting on one side of the room and the Gryffindors on
the other. 'So things haven't changed,' he thought to himself.
"The first thing I want this class to do is change seats. I want one
Gryffindor and one Slytherine at each desk."
The students looked at him like he was crazy, but did as he said. When it
was done he smiled, "good. Now that we have taken care of that, I am
Professor Potter and welcome to your fourth year of DADA. I have talked to
Professor Black about what you were learning and I believe I will go a little
different direction then him. Any questions?"
A Slytherine raised her hand. Harry looked down at his list, "Ms. Gilbert?"
"How do YOU know Professor Black he never mentioned that he knew Harry
Potter?" She sounded as though she didn't believe that he had actually
talked to the old professor.
"I would hope that he would know his own godson." Harry said calmly.
"And now that that is solved let us continue with this lesson. Today you may
ask me any questions about anything to do with my defeat of Voldemort, my
own powers, or my Quidditch career."
The class went well until about halfway through. The Gryffindor and
Slytherine in the back, who had been on the edge of fighting for the whole
period, finally they started yelling at each other.
"Professor Potter, would have NEVER let slimy Slytherines into his order!
Especially gits like you!" The Gryffindor said.
"Even when he did let Gryffindors in he most certainly wouldn't have a
mudblood like you in it. I am sure that the order was ONLY purebloods."
Harry did not like this at all.
"Mr. Lovell, Mr. Scott! That is quite enough! Ten points from both Slytherine
and Gryffindor! Mr. Lovell I DID have Slytherines in my order and they were
very helpful to the cause. And Mr. Scott my wife is what you would call a
'mudblood' so I take that as a personal insult!"
The class goggled at Harry. They had never had a teacher that didn't favor
their own old house. Even McGonnagal was known to favor Gryffindors in
her old age. "As long as we are on the subject I would like you all to know
that my Order of the Phoenix would not have functioned well at all without
every house involved."
The room looked at each other uncomfortable. A Gryffindor raised his hand
next.
"But sir, weren't you worse enemies with Draco Malfoy when you were in
school? They fights you had with him were legendary."
Harry looked surprised. He had fought a lot with Malfoy but he had never
thought it was enough to be legendary.
"Yes, for the first four and a half years of school we were. About halfway
through our fifth year the rest and the order and myself realized that we
were not complete without the Slytherines. So I approached Draco. I can't
say we were the best of friends at first but we devolved respect for each
other and eventually became friends. I still keep in touch with him today."
Several people in the class called out, "What about Professor Snape?"
Harry grinned evilly. "Snape hates me for two reasons, 1, he hated my
father when they were in school together, and 2, I pulled several pranks on
him while I was in school but he could never prove that it was me pulling
them."
Ian asked the next question. "What exactly did you do to Sn-Professor Snape?"
Harry grinned wider and went over to his desk to pull out a photo album. He had been hoping someone would ask about that.
He took several choose pictures out and enlarged them for the whole class to see. The students burst out laughing. They carried on for about five minutes before the door of the classroom opened. It was Snape.
"Potter, some of us have to work I would appreciate it if..you.."
He saw the pictures. The class became deathly quiet. Snape's pale face
flushed red. He was enraged. If looks could kill Harry would have died
within 2 seconds. Harry simply looked up at him and shrugged.
"Yes Severus?"
The students thought their new professor was crazy. They couldn't stand Snape's regular glare, much less the look on his face now.
Snape pulled out his wand. The class held their breath. He sent sparks at
the pictures and they all burned to the ground. There was a feeling of relief
spread through out the room. Everyone was glad to know that they still had
a DADA teacher. Harry just stared straight at Snape until he swept out of
the room, in a rage. The bell rang. The class gathered their things together
and left the room. The Gryffindors had potions next, and Harry felt sorry for
them. He held Ian back for a couple of seconds and handed him a couple
rolls of pictures. "For the Gryffindor Common room, or anywhere else that
would be helpful." He said quietly. Ian grinned and went out the door with
his other classmates.
Harry's first week of classes went great. He quickly became the
students' favorite teacher. He gave little homework, but they still learned a
ton just through the class. Even the Slytherines liked him the best, but that
was mostly because what he had said about them in his order. All of the
students stopped calling him Professor Potter after their first class with him.
He was now known as 'Professor P' and he rather liked it. After his last class
on Friday afternoon Oliver Wood came to see him.
"Hey Oliver, I haven't talked to you in a while!"
"Well that's what happens when you're a professional Quidditch player. In
fact that is what I came here to talk to you about. As you probably already
know Quidditch try-outs are going to be in two weeks time. I would like to
have a training camp this weekend to give the kids more of a chance to
make their teams. I was hoping you could help with it."
Harry grinned. As much as he loved teaching, he still missed Quidditch.
"That would be wonderful! Hey, maybe I could get Ron and Hermione up
here to help as well. And the Weasley twins. Then we could have separate
groups of people according to their position!"
This time Oliver smiled. ( AN-heart-melting! LOL)
"I have always liked the way you think, Potter. Owl them immediately."
"Not necessary."
"Huh?"
Harry shushed him and closed him eyes, it had been a long time since he had tried this, but the spell never wore off.
'Ron, can you hear me?'
'Harry? How am I talking to you?'
'Remember 7th year? The spell we cast on each other?'
'I didn't think it worked anymore, otherwise I would have tried to connect you a long time ago like this.'
'Ron, this spell never wears. Honestly to you remember anything from then? All the research we did?'
'You sound like Hermione.'
'Well she is my wife.'
'I know. So why is there this sudden link of communication? I am thinking that you are not just connecting with me to have a friendly talk.'
'Nope, I am here in my office with Wood.'
'Wood? As in Oliver the old Gryffindor Quidditch?'
'The one and only, but now he is teacher flying, Madame Hooch retired.'
'Oh.'
'He wants to have a training session for those who want to try out for
Quidditch and wants you and Hermione back here to help.'
'Really? That great! Think of it the famous Potter trio back at Hogwarts
together for the first time in seven years!'
'Nice headline. Anyway are you coming or not?'
'Of course! It's on Saturday correct?'
'How did you know that?'
'I read your mind.' 'Oh, will you owl Hermione for me? Tell her she can bring the kids if she wants.'
'Ok then, well you certainly made this meeting more interesting. See you on Saturday!'
Harry grinned. "Done!"
"Huh?" Oliver looked as confused as ever. Harry laughed.
"Come on, we are going to be late for dinner!"
The two walked together to the Great Hall.
Ever since his first lunch in the hall, Harry had refused to sit at the teachers'
table. At every meal he sat with a different house table. The students would
talk to him as if he were a peer; Harry loved the informality of it. Adults
always seemed to want to prove how adult they could be. Harry, on the
other hand, loved acting like a child. He had almost never been allowed to
act like a child when he actually was one, but he made up for all of it as an
adult. The students also loved Harry because he rarely ever punished
anyone. Every once in a while he would take off five points there, or give a
detention. (detention's with Professor P. always consisted of have to spend
an hour looking through the pictures of his pranks and listen to stories about
them.) All of Harry's tests were like games. He had become quite attached
to muggle game shows over the last seven years. On different days his
classroom would be various sets, that muggle borns were very familiar with.
Everyone knew that Harry had been a Gryffindor while in school, but he was
never biased towards any of the houses. (Although he was known to show
up in the Gryffindor common room often to help the students with their
homework, but the Gryffindor's never told anyone about it.)
No one was really surprised when Harry stood at dinner that night.
Actually, he climbed straight up on top of the Ravenclaw table, where he
happened to be sitting today. From the teachers' table McGonnagal gave
him a stern look and Snape gave him his usual glare.
"As you all know Quidditch try-outs are to be in two weeks. Professor Wood
has come up with a wonderful idea. Tomorrow, we will be holding a training
session for those who either want to try out for their house-teams, or have
some fun. First years will be allowed to attend and there will be a couple of
surprise guests! Thank you for your attention."
The hall burst into cheers and rapid talking. Wood looked rather pleased and
Harry was grinning from ear to ear. It would be just like old times. He
hoped that he had a chance to sneak down to the Chamber with Ron and
Hermione to make it seem even more like school. He also couldn't wait to
see his children again. It had only been a week since he had seen them, but
it was still hard on him not to see them everyday.
Harry thought tonight would be a goodnight to go to the Gryffindor Common Room.
"Twilight."
As Harry came into the Common room, everyone looked up. Several of them
shouted out salutations to him. He felt his hand being pulled into the corner
of the room by Timothy Burns and his best friend Patrick Herman. They were
5th years that reminded Harry a lot of the Weasley twins.
"Professor, we need your help with something!" Timothy said.
"We need all the dirt we can get from all the teachers, except for you of course."
Harry grinned.
"What kind of dirt and why?" He asked.
Patrick shoved a piece of parchment into Harry's hands. As he looked down
at it and laughed. In shining purple letters on the top of the parchment it
said, "The Hogwarts Chronicle, the Unofficial Newsletter of our beloved
school." Right above the words was the Hogwarts crest. They seemed to
have already done the first article.
Did you know that Snape Uses Grease instead of Shampoo. Our top reporters tell the tale of the Potions Master and his fear of soup.
"So will you help us?" The boys said together, with pleading looks on their faces.
"Of course! Anything for a fellow Gryffindor!"
Harry spent several hours working with the two boys. By the end of the night, the newsletter was done. Harry was pleased with it.
The articles were as follows:
Professor McGonnagal let's her hair down for Professor Trewlany! (There was the picture that Harry took of them singing a duet in his 7th year)
Dumbledore's Deep Dark Secret; Involving a goat, a brother, and several illegal charms!
And the stories continued on for 4 pages, front and back. Harry went to bed that night, feeling quite content with himself.
Harry got up early the next morning. Hermione, Ron Jr., and the twins
would be coming at 8:30 in the morning. Ron Sr. would arrive at the same
time. Harry glanced down at his watch. His watch was not an ordinary
muggle one. Sure, it told him the time, but it also had a feature much like
the Weasley's grandfather clock. The hands had Hermione, and the kids,
plus his parents, Sirius, and Ron. He saw that Ron was on his way, and
Hermione was struggling getting the kids out of the door. (The Potter house
was only about a mile from Hogsmeade, and Hermione owned a car to get
them that far.) Harry hurried to go greet his best friend in the entrance hall.
On his he grabbed a copy of the 'Hogwarts Chronicle' to show Ron. As he
entered the hall he saw a red haired man surrounded by a horde of children.
Harry laughed and went to save his friend. When he approached the crowd,
all the kids called out, "Professor P.! Look who is here! He was on the
NATIONAL team!"
Harry laughed, made his way through his students, and pulled Ron away
from them. They exchanged quick hugs before Hermione entered the hall.
All of a sudden Harry had to identical children running into him, almost
knocking him down. He gave his daughters big hugs and lifted each in turn
high above his head, tossing them into the air and then catching them.
Hermione scoffed.
"I hate it when you do that, what if you dropped one of them?"
Harry just laughed. He put the twins down and went over to his wife. He
dipped her down as he kissed her passionately. A couple of the girls in the
hall sighed, wishing that a boy would kiss them that way.
"I love you!" Harry proclaimed to Hermione.
"Love you too," was the reply. Ron was now had the twins in his arms pretended to cry.
"Shut up Ron!" Hermione said.
"Speaking of Ron, where is the mini one?" Harry asked, he was yet to see his son. Right on queue James entered the hall with Ron Jr. on his shoulders.
"How's my favorite son?" Harry asked as he removed Ron Jr. from his father's shoulders, throwing him in the air, the same way that he had with the twins.
"I'm your only son!" Ron Jr. told him.
"But still my favorite!"
"And my favorite namesake!" Ron Sr. announced. "Cute outfits you have them in Hermione."
Harry looked at his children. It was true they were all wearing mini England
Quidditch team robes. Hermione and Ron were wearing theirs as well.
"I see that I am out of style!" Harry said looking at his own plain Hogwarts
robes. "I better go change. Oh Ron, read this while I am getting ready."
Ron looked curious as he took the newsletter and Harry bolted up to his
room. When he came back down, Ron was on the floor laughing.
"Daddy, what's wrong with Uncle Ron?" Becky (Rebecca) asked.
"He has been mentally ill for many years now sweetie."
Lily took this seriously and went to feel Ron's forehead to make sure he was
all right. This made him laugh harder,
"Ron if you want to eat, I suggest we go now, or we wont get anything!"
That shut Ron up and the group of Potter's (and one Weasley) went to go eat breakfast.
Hermione and Ron were surprised when Harry did not go up to the teachers'
table but went to sit over at the Gryffindor one. They followed and sat down
in their old spots near the end of the table. A few minutes later Ian and his
friends joined them. Hermione, Ron, and James were amazed at the ease of
which Harry talked to his students. They would have NEVER talked to their
Professors like that. They only had about 10 minutes to eat before Oliver
Wood stood and motioned for them to follow him down to the field. The
twins were excited that they were going to see more of Hogwarts, and Ron
Jr. looked as though he was up to something. He had a look on his face, like
he expected to be punished. Harry told the others to go ahead and he get
down on his knees to talk to his son.
"Hey, buddy, what's wrong?"
Ron looked down guiltily. "There was a greasy man at the head table. I took
your wand and cast the spell for cleanliness, 'cause Mum is always telling me
I need to keep clean. I'm sorry 'bout your wand, I put it right back."
He hung his head in shame. Harry had to try his best not to burst out
laughing. He was glad that his son was becoming more of a prankster.
"Don't worry about it. The greasy man dissevered it. I will give you a lift
down to the pitch."
Harry lifted Ron Jr. up on his shoulders and ran to catch up with the others.
He was surprised to see Fred and George there with the rest of them. Oliver
had them all go into the locker rooms to give them one of his old time pep
talks.
"Now this is how it is going to work. Harry you are to work with the seekers;
Hermione with the chasers; Mr. Potter please help Hermione; Ron with the
keepers; Fred and George, your with the beaters. I will be explaining the
game to those who don't know the rules or how to play the game. You are to
train them hard, I don't want any of you to go easy on them." Oliver glared
at them as if daring them to challenge him. After a half hour of going over
tactics that Harry, Ron, and Hermione had mastered years ago the students
began to gather on the field. It had been decided that Harry would be
introducing everyone.
"May I have your attention please?" Harry shouted over the crowd. They
instantly quieted.
"Thank you for coming to this little training session. I would like to introduce
the instructors. When I say the category that fits you please proceed over to
that person. Now you all know Professor Wood, he will be helping those who
don't know how to play Quidditch. To my left is my best friend, Mr. Ronald
Weasley. He will be working with the keepers."
There were cheers from the students who knew Quidditch enough to
recognize the un-stopple keeper of England's team.
"To my right is my wife, Mrs. Hermione Potter, and the old codger next to
her is my father, Mr. James Potter. They will be working with the chasers.
While I am at it, these three little troublemakers are my children. Ron,
Becky, and Lily. Misters Fred and George Weasley will be whipping you
beaters into shape. And I will be working with the unfortunate kids who have
decided that they are brave enough to play seeker."
The students laughed. Everyone was happy to have the three most famous
Quidditch players of all time training them. Dumbledore came down to the
pitch. The Potter children were going to spend the day with 'Uncle Bee' (For
those of you who don't know, Dumbledore is old English for bumblebee hence
the Uncle Bee.)
Harry had a wonderful time training the seekers. Though some of them
resembled Neville on a broomstick, they all tried hard. He was sure that Ian
would get seeker for the Gryffindor team this year. The Slythrines and
Gryffindors were getting along a lot better then before he came. This made
Harry feel very pleased with himself. Wood made sure that they worked for
six hours straight. He would have had them work more if it had not been for
the Weasley twins and Harry. They got all the beaters and seeker to sneak
up on Wood and dump water on him. After that it was an all out war.
Conjured water was flying everywhere! There was total chaos for a whole
hour, when Dumbledore returned with Harry's children, causing everyone to
stop. The soaked Quidditch players made their way up to the castle to
change into dry clothes. Ron, Hermione, and the kids would be spending the
night in the castle. There was a tearful goodbye from the twins to 'Grandpa
Prongs'. It seemed forever before Harry and Hermione were able to get the
kids to sleep and sneak down to the Chamber of Secrets with Ron. Harry
himself hadn't gone back down to it, since he had started teaching. They
were going to go down the way that Ron, Harry, and Lockhart had originally
made their way down. Moaning Myrtle stopped them, as Harry was about to
open the chamber.
"Harry! It is has been so long since you have been in my toilet! Why haven't you come to visit me?" She sounded on the break of bursting out into tears like usual.
"Well, um. I haven't been to Hogwarts at all in seven years. I got married and have three kids."
Myrtle did break out into tears about this. This made both Harry and Hermione feel more awkward.
"Who did you marry?" Myrtle demanded through sobs.
"Um.Hermione," Harry said as quietly as he could. If she had not been a
ghost and not able to strangle people, Myrtle would have killed Hermione.
"Well better get going now, see you Myrtle. Ssopenss ssnowss!"
They heard the girl ghost sobbing as they went down the staircase.
Identical grins spread over the faces of the three friends. Everything was as
they left it. (Hermione had put a spell on the room so that dust would not
collect on anything.) The pranks they were working on remained same as
always, the pictures still smiling at them, Hermione's books in perfect order,
and the fire roaring. They ceased to be Mr. and Mrs. Potter and the world
famous Quidditch player Ronald Weasley. They were now the famous boy,
Harry Potter, the over studious Hermione Granger, and the immature fun
loving Ron Weasley. For all hours of the night the friends stayed up talking
and laughing the way they used to. Finally at three-thirty they took the
secret passageways back to their rooms and slept well into the next day.
Unfortunately all good things have to end. Around noon the next day, Ron,
Hermione, and the kids had to leave. Harry was left alone to attend what
was likely to be a boring staff meeting. However, he couldn't be more
wrong. The staff room was in am uproar. It seemed, as careful as the
students had been the 'Hogwarts Chronicle' managed to find it's way into
teacher hands. The teachers were yelling and arguing about the paper,
accusations flying all over the place, none of the teachers seemed to realize
the evidence against Harry until about 15 minutes into the meeting when
Snape pointed at Harry. "Potter! This is your doing! You could be the only
one to get a hold of these pictures! You let the students write this. You're as
big as a pain as you were in school!"
All the other teachers seemed to agree. (Except Hagrid, who had nothing
written about him, because Harry hadn't allowed it.) Several of them pulled
out there wands. Several curses shot towards Harry. But he did not become
The-Boy-Who-Lived-Again by doing nothing. With a swift movement Harry
whipped out his wand and blocked each and every curse. This happens to be
when Dumbledore walked into the room. The teachers were looking down at
their wands wondering if they had cast the spells correctly. Dumbledore
chuckled.
"It seems that our DADA teacher has proven himself worthy of his post. I
have never known anyone who could block so many curses at once."
Harry was still tense. His usually bright glowing green eyes were now like
steel. They showed no emotion whatsoever. It was the look that he had on
his face when facing Voldemort or other dark wizards. The expression
radiated power. The Hogwarts staff slowly backed away from Harry,
surprised and scared of the strength that he was showing. The raven-haired
professor turned and left the staff room. Dumbledore looked sternly at the
staff.
"I am sure whatever Mr. Potter did to upset you did not deserve that kind of action. Yelling at him is one thing, but he takes curses very seriously as should the rest of you!"
The teachers looked down in shame. (All but Snape who looked defiant, and Hagrid who hadn't done anything.)
"And now our meeting can continue."
Harry sat in his office, shaking. It had been a long time since that
kind of power had come over him. Maybe coming back to Hogwarts hadn't
been the best idea. He knew that he had over-reacted. The teachers did
have the right to be angry. He sighed. 'Better start grading these papers' he
thought to himself.
Classes started again the next day. All of the staff had apologized to
Harry and all was well. In his last class of the day, 3rd year Gryffindors and
Ravenclaws, Harry noticed one boy in particular acting strangely. When he
looked down at his list Harry saw that his name was Gary McKinley. Gary
seemed a little to reserved for a Gryffindor. Harry noted that he shivered
every time anyone accidentally rubbed up against his arms or back. When
the bell rang Harry called out, "Mr. McKinley will you please stay back for a
second?"
After everyone else had left Gary made his way up to the front of the
classroom. "Yes, Professor?"
"Would you please pull up your robe sleeves?"
Gary winced slightly and pulled them up. There was nothing there. Harry
frowned slightly.
"Monstrare," he muttered.
Long jagged blue and black bruises appeared all over his arms. Also on his face.
"Gary, how did you get these bruises?" Harry asked quietly.
"I.fell off my broomstick."
"Gary how did you get these bruises?" Harry repeated. When Gary didn't answer Harry continued.
"You live in a muggle orphanage do you not?" The boy nodded. "What happened to your parents?"
"They were killed by deatheaters sir, when I was very young. Aurors arrived before they could get me. " Way-to familiar looks of sorrow and pain crossed Gary's face.
"Why were you at a MUGGLE orphanage then?"
"The Aurors didn't find me. Muggle police-men did."
"Do they abuse you at the orphanage?"
There was no reply. The boy was in shame. Harry took that as a yes. He
lifted Gary's head gently so the boy would look him in the eyes.
"I know what you are thinking. You are thinking that you deserved whatever
they did to you. But I need to understand this. It. Is. Not. Right. They had
no right whatsoever to ever lay a hand on you."
All emotions in Gary's dark brown eyes faded. A wall was put up.
"What do YOU know about anything? You have two parents who love you.
YOU wouldn't understand!"
Harry did not respond. He simply took off the shirt he was wearing and
showed his back to the boy. There were the scars that Vernon Dursley had
embedded into Harry's back so long ago. Gary gasped. "But your parents
they."
"My parents did not do this to me," Harry interrupted sharply. "I believe that
you are not aware of the fact that I did not grown up with my parents. I
grew up with my muggle aunt, uncle, and cousin. They hated magic with
passion. After my first year I spent 10 years sleeping in a cupboard under
the stairs. For a long time they did not inflict any physical abuse on me.
Verbal abuse mostly. I was their personal servant for many years. Then
after my fourth year, which was the year after I won the Tri-wizard
Tournament. I was not able to do any work. And my Uncle made me pay for
it. Now tell me that I don't understand."
Gary was speechless. "I had no clue Professor!"
"I know that, not many people know that bit of information about me. I
would appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone. Now you will tell me who did
this so I can make sure they pay for what they have done to you."
"But, sir, I have no place else to go during the summer, and I know that I
am not allowed to stay here, I have asked!"
"If no other arrangements can be made by then, you may of course stay at
my house over the summer. Now I want you to take this letter of
explanation to Madame Pomfrey. I want those bruises healed."
Gary nodded, took the note and ran off to the hospital wing.
As soon as Gary had left Harry went up to Dumbledore's office.
"Jelly Bellies"
Upon entering the study, Fawkes flew over and sat on Harry's shoulder. "I believe that he had taken quite a liking to you Mr. Potter." The old man said, gesturing for Harry to sit.
"Albus, I want to talk to you about Mr. Gary McKinley."
"The Gryffindor who lives in a muggle orphanage?"
"Yes, it seems that he has been abused by the muggles. I wish to press proper charges."
"Of course is he alright?"
"He is now, I sent him to the hospital wing. Professor I was wondering if he could stay with Hermione and I during the summer seeing as there is no place else for him to go. I believe sending him to a different orphanage would not be the answer."
Dumbledore looked deep thought.
"Please tell me why you would like to do this?"
"For one, I understand what it is like to grow up with awful muggles and two, I would not like to have another Tom Riddle on our hands."
Dumbledore nodded. "Of course. Will you do the honors of owling the Ministry of Magic? I believe you have just as much influence if not more than I do!"
Harry nodded summoned a quill and parchment wrote a quick letter and left
he office to go send it with a school owl. On the long walk up to the owlery
Harry thought about what Dumbledore had said, 'I believe you have just as
much influence if not more than I do!.' Perhaps he was right. Harry's best
friend's father was Minister of Magic, another good friend, Neville
Longbottom was top Auror, and Draco Malfoy was set to be the next Minister
after Mr. Weasley retired. Harry's own father was one of the top advisors in
the ministry! Though he would not admit it, nothing major happened in
England to do with the wizardring world that he himself had not helped with
or known about. On second thought, after watching the first owl fly off,
Harry wrote another letter. This one to Dean Thomas. He was now one of
the best lawyers for wizards around. It shouldn't be too hard to convince
him to take this case. Several minutes later, the troubled professor went
down to the hospital wing to check up on Gary.
"How are you doing? Do you feel better?" Harry questioned
"I feel great! Madame Pomfrey is a miracle worker!"
"I would know better then anybody. I think I spent more time in here than she did while I was in school."
Gary laughed and then got serious. "Will I have to go back?"
"Of course not! For the summer you have two options. We can place you in
another orphanage or you can stay with me. Before you decide I think you
should know that the marauders spend a lot of time at my house during the
summer."
Gary laughed again. Harry's classes had heard a lot about the legendary marauders. (leaving out Wormtail of course)
"I think I will stay with you as long I wont be to much of a pain."
"Wonderful! I will owl Hermione at once. It will be no problem at all we
have plenty of space. Now about the trail. If I have my way, which is very
possible, it will be in two days. I have already contacted a lawyer to
represent you and put out an order to have the director of you orphanage
arrested. He has two days to get a lawyer. Everything is being taken care
of."
The next two days pasted quickly. Dean had immediately agreed to be
Gary's lawyer free of charge. The trail would have several muggle and
wizard jury members. The Minister of Magic himself would be there. Ron
would be filling in for Harry on that day. (Lord help the students) Everything
was set. Gary was going to take a portkey to the courtroom and Harry was
going to apperate. (Harry flat-out refused to ever take a portkey ever again)
He would be meeting with the other lawyer shortly before the trial with
Dean. If all went well Harry would get legal custody of Gary. Hermione
would be attending the trail as well. She had risen wonderfully to the
occasion and supported Harry all the way on this little project of his. The
kids would be staying with Grandpa's Padfoot and Moony for the day. Harry
wore his best black robes. When he entered the conference room, Harry
couldn't have been more surprised who the muggle man's lawyer was. There
sitting at the head of the table was.
Can you guess?
Dudley Dursley. "Dudley? You're a lawyer?"
Dudley looked just as surprised. "I thought you played professional.well I don't know what it is called."
"Quidditch. I retired last year, now I am a teacher at Hogwarts. Now on to business, this is Mr. Lanning?"
A tall mean looking man stood up to shake hands with Harry. He shot Gary
death glares and the boy backed up behind Harry's back, as to avoid the
gaze. The Professor immediately went into his 'protective mode and made
sure that Mr. Lanning understood that he would be cursed I he tried anything
against Gary. A secretary came in to tell them that it was time. Harry lead
his student to take a seat in the front between Dean and himself. Before the
judge cam in Gary whispered to Harry, "Isn't that the cousin who."
"Yes, but I put that behind me a long time ago, after his parents died."
"All rise for the honorable Arthur Weasley."
Harry had expected that Mr. Weasley would actually BE the judge, but then he was Minister of Magic.
It was time to call forward the first witness.
"I call forward Mr. Gary McKinley." Dean said in an authoritative voice that made Harry laugh.
Gary gave the whole story of what had happened during the last summer and
summers before. He was very graphic and the details made everyone in the
room shudder but Harry, who had probably seen worse, Dudley, who had
done worse to Harry, and Mr. Lanning, who was looking sick. The Dean took
out pictures that Harry had taken of the bruises on Gary's front, back, arms,
and legs.
"I call forward Professor Harry Potter." The wizards in the room gasped.
THE Harry Potter? Cameras flashed as Harry made his way up to the
podium. They did not ask him to promise to speak the truth. Everyone in
the room but a few knew that Harry would never lie.
"Professor Potter, please tell us exactly what happened in your classroom two days ago."
Harry gave them the whole tale. Even what he had told Dumbledore.
Everyone was shocked that Harry Potter had been abused as a child. By
muggles nonetheless. Those that knew that Dudley surname was Dursley
glared at him. The defense had no chance. The jury seemed to have already
decided when they went back to the room to decide on the verdict. They
came back out within a couple of minutes.
"We declare Mr. Lanning guilty. Fifteen years in a wizard prison for muggles. No appeals within those 15 years. We also give Professor Potter full custody of Mr. Gary McKinley."
Mr. Weasley banged the gavel and people began to flood out of the
courtroom. Reporters were everywhere. "Professor Potter." Seemed to the
call of the reporters. Harry simply said no comment and led a very happy
Hermione and Gary out into the street.
"I believe that this is a cause for celebration. "
They went to Diagon Alley for lunch. James, Sirius, Remus, and the kids
came and joined them. Even Ron made a short appearance to congratulate
them. Gary couldn't remember when he had been happier in his entire life.
He finally had a family!
The next several months passed quickly at Hogwarts. Before anyone
knew it, Halloween had come upon them. Harry had forgotten how
wonderful Halloween was at Hogwarts. Hagrid's pumpkin's seemed even
bigger than usual. Though he had been offered one, Harry had politely
declined the invite to Nearly Headless Nick's death day party. Everything
was going perfectly. Hermione had been invited to the feast and had left the
twins with her parents and Ron Jr. with Grandma and Grandpa Weasley.
(These kids have WAY to many grandparents.) Mr. and Mrs. Harry Potter
provided some of the entertainment after dinner. Several years before the
kids were born the couple had gotten into swing dancing. After about three
months of classes the two were incredible dancers and together they had
won many contests. The students enjoyed watching their beloved Professor
P. dance with his wife. After the feast Harry and Hermione retired up to
their rooms, laughing and talking the whole way up. While his wife fell
asleep as soon as she hit the pillows, Harry felt that something was wrong.
After tossing and turning for what seemed like forever, Harry looked down at
his watch. His eyes got wide. It was not the time that was alarming him.
The twins hand was no longer pointed at 'Grandma and Grandpa Granger'
the were both pointed at 'In danger!'
********Authors note********** Ok y'all got that one for free. But the next one wont be. Also to let you know that next chapter will be the last one. Also, in the last chapter I will post the link to the same thread on the HP boards, this is because recently the people over there convinced me to post deleted scenes of those 7 years. For example, little Ron's birth and I might be posting a scene that would have made this fic H/G, that took out because it didn't flow well. Hopefully you will go and check it out. Also I would like to thank my friend Ariel, if I hadn't been able to bounce ideas off of her, this fic would have died very close to the beginning. If you like LOTR fic, I highly suggest that you check out hers, her name is Jupiters Promise So please read and review.
Seven Years Later.
Seven years since the trio's seventh year. Seven years after the defeat of
the Dark Lord. Harry and Hermione remained happily married for this time
and now had three children, Ronald Sirius Potter (who was four), and two
twin girls Rebecca Anne Potter, and Lily Hermione Potter. (who were three)
Ron had married Sarah the summer after she had graduated. They had two
sons, Harold Remus Weasley who was the twins' age and another one a year
younger, Charles Arthur Weasley, who was one year old and Sarah was
currently pregnant with her third child. Sirius had married Ariel and they had
adopted a child when she was 8. Her name was Natalie Black. Fred and
George had not married and both had had several girlfriends. Ginny had
married Colin Creevy, Bill Weasley surprisingly married Fleur and they had
five children; William, Arthur, Molly, Gabrielle, and Virginia. Arthur (though
everyone called him Art) was the same age as Harry and Hermione's son.
Charlie had not married and Fred and George swore that he had married a
dragon. Draco Malfoy had married a Hufflepuff from their year name Liberty.
They had three boys with another child on the way.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione had retired from Quidditch after winning
seven World Cups in a row. (Once again, for all purposes in this story the
World Cup is held every year) Ron had gotten a job in the Magical Games
and Sports department at the ministry. Hermione had a job developing new
spells and potions and got to spend several hours researching everyday.
Harry didn't have a new job yet or so he thought.
An owl flew into the bright home of Harry and Hermione Potter. Lily
(who was visiting) was trying to coax the twins to eat their breakfast. But
they were proving difficult, acting much like their father and grandfather.
Ron (the oldest) was giving them a severe look that reminded everyone of
Hermione. Hermione had already gotten started on work for the day and
Harry was pretending to read the newspaper while really just laughing at his
mother's attempt to feed his children. All of the Potter children looked like
Harry. Except for Ron, who had deep brown eyes. Both the twins had bright
green eyes and already there baby hair was impossible to straighten.
Hermione claimed that the only thing that she had done in the making of the
twins was birth them. They were consistently trying to cause trouble. Back
to the owl. It bore the Hogwarts seal; it had been a long time since Harry
had had an owl like this. After he read the letter he spit pumpkin juice all
over the place. Lily stared at him.
"What's wrong Harry?"
"Did you know that Sirius retired at the end of last year?"
Lily frowned, "No, did he really?"
Harry nodded. "And Dumbledore wants me to take his spot!"
"Really! That's wonderful dear, will you take it?"
Harry frowned, "I'm not sure I better talk to Hermione about it, I have only two days to deicide!"
"Go ahead and go, I will take care of the twins and Ron."
Harry smiled gratefully at his mother and went to go find Hermione.
Hermione was working in a large lab that they had built onto the house for
her work. She looked frustrated when Harry came in and disturbed her.
"Yes?" She asked irritably.
"I got an owl from Dumbledore this morning saying that Sirius retired last year."
"Really, that's nice for him, that means Natalie wont have to have her father for a teacher, you know she is going to Hogwarts this year."
Harry nodded.
"He offered me the job."
Hermione looked taken aback but then relaxed. "Of course, you are the best person for the job, I mean you are the boy who lived!"
Harry frowned at her he hated it when people referred to him as 'The Boy Who Lived'.
"But what about you and the kids? I don't want to leave you here alone all the time!"
"Harry don't worry about us! We have your parents, my parents and Sirius to help us if we want. Even Mr. and Mrs. Weasley will baby-sit if we need them to!"
"So you think I should take it?"
"Of course! Now send that owl straight to Dumbledore and let me work!" Harry kissed her lightly on the lips before going back to the kitchen. He wrote his letter of acceptance and sent it off.
In the next two days Harry tried to spend as much time as he could
with his children. He would miss them terribly while he was Hogwarts.
Finally the day came for Harry to leave. The twins cried as he kissed them
good-bye. Ron was at Bill's house playing with Art. Harry gave Hermione a
long kiss as he grabbed his wand and dissaperated. He arrived at
Hogsmeade station where he met two house-elves. One shrieked with
delight. "Mr. Harry Potter! Dobby is glad to see you sir! Professor
Dumbledore sent Dobby and Winky to meet you sir! Winky will take your
bags and Dobby will show sir to sir's room."
Harry laughed. He took a carriage up to the school. It felt great to be
back here. Dobby showed him to his room, which was near the Gryffindor
Common Room. His room was wonderful! It looked exactly the way his
head boy room looked in his 7th year just to a greater scale. He decided to
go down to the Great Hall to see what was happening. He wore his
invisibility cloak. Harry was surprised to see that students filled the room
and then kicked himself mentally. He was late! Harry watched as food was
cleared from the tables. Dumbledore stood up to make his usual start-of-
term announcements. He gave a slight nod towards Harry to acknowledge
his presence. Harry had forgotten that Dumbledore could see through his
cloak.
"I am sorry to say that Professor Black retired at the end of last year."
There were groans throughout the hall; Sirius had been popular with the
students. Dumbledore raised his hand for silence. "We will have an
excellent replacement for him. But the new Professor wishes to remain
anonymous until your first class, which is why he did not grace us with his
presence."
Harry smiled. Dumbledore had come up with an excuse for his lateness.
The students left the hall. Harry heard several rumors about the new
teacher before heading to meet with Dumbledore and the other teachers. He
removed his invisibility cloak as he entered the room. Everyone there smiled
except for Snape, who seemed to still be here.
"I believe that everyone here knows Mr. Potter. Harry there have been some
changes in the staff since you were in school here. Professor Flitwick retired
several years ago and Ms. Cho Chang took his place. Madame Hooch also
retired and in her place is Mr. Oliver Wood. Other then that everything is the
same!"
They spent the rest of the evening going over rules and such. Then they
were given free time to socialize with each other. Harry had been quite
uncomfortable around Cho ever since his fourth year because of Cedric. He
talked to Oliver for a long time about England's team. At 12 they all said
goodnight, tomorrow was going to be a long day.
Harry awoke early the next morning. He already missed the twins
waking him up in the morning by bouncing on his bed until he started tickling
them. He went down to the kitchens so he could eat breakfast and looked
down at his schedule for the day. His first class was third year Gryffindors
and Ravenclaws. 'Thank you Dumbledore' he thought to himself. He was
glad that he didn't have to deal with Slythrines for his first class. He looked
down at his watch and groaned. 'Why was he always late for everything?'
He slipped his cloak on and ran up to his classroom. He saw the students
sitting in their desks with quill and parchment out exchanging rumors with
each other. It seemed popular belief that he was a vampire. Harry smiled.
He was going to have fun with this. He took a piece of chalk and began
writing on the board.
'Welcome to DADA, year three!'
The students were stunned they called out asking who he was.
Harry responded by simply taking off his cloak. The class looked confused
for amount. Then he pulled back his bangs to show the scar that he had had
since he was only one. The whole class gasped with each other in one
breath. A small Ravenclaw girl fainted at the sight of his scar. Harry
panicked. He had not expected such a response from the class. Though on
second though Harry had made absolutely no public appearances in the last
seven years, and only close friends and family ever saw him. (except for in
Quidditch matches, but all they saw of him then was a blur as it flew past the
crowd) Harry rushed over to the fallen girl and muttered, "enervate!" Her
eyes flicked open as soon as the spell was cast and she looked up into
Harry's concerned green eyes. She couldn't believe that THE Harry Potter
was standing over, actually worrying about her well-being. Seeing that most
of the class was still feeling un-comfortable, Harry did something that he
hadn't tried for years. He closed his eyes and thought of the happiest
moments in his life. Finding out he was a wizard, flying on a broom for the
first time, having his parents back, winning the world cup, marrying
Hermione, and becoming a father. As the happiness swelled within him great
bursts of gold and red light shot out of his chest and radiated the room, just
like in his seventh year. The students found relief and comfort as the light
surrounded them. When it finally disappeared they stared at Harry in awe.
He stood up, and helped the Ravenclaw to her feet and went back to the
front of the room.
"Right then.err. anymore questions?" All of the kids in the room
raised their hands high in the air. Harry spent the rest of the period
describing what he had done and how he was able to do it. When the bell
rang for lunch Harry felt quite relieved. The students seemed sorry that it
was time to leave.
Harry made his way down to the Great Hall. After his first lesson he
thought it would be best to make an appearance at lunch, to avoid more
classes like the last one. All of the students were already seated and eating
when he entered the hall. The buzz in the room quieted down right as he
stepped in, and Dumbledore at the high table, stood his eyes twinkling as
usual.
"May I introduce our new DADA teacher, Professor Potter!"
Everyone in the hall started to clap. (with the exception of Snape) Harry
smiled and as an old habit he strode over to the Gryffindor table and sat
down by the third years that he had just had a class with and started talking.
"So how is Quidditch going?"
Smiles broke out all over the table and the conversations in the hall
resumed.
Harry convinced himself to get out of bed the next morning. Today
was going to be his first day teacher Slytherines, and to make it worse they
would be mixed with Gryffindors. Unless things had changed greatly since he
was in school, Harry was sure that the two houses together would not be a
good mix. Harry was surprised to see several Gryffindor's enter early. The
one leading look familiar to him.
"Ian? Ian Gerald?" There standing before him was an older version of
the 7-year-old whose party he had gone to so many years ago. The boy
grinned. "It's great to see you again Professor."
Ian's friends looked at him with amazement. He actually knew THE Harry
Potter. Before the bell rang the whole class had come in. Harry noted that
the Slytherines were sitting on one side of the room and the Gryffindors on
the other. 'So things haven't changed,' he thought to himself.
"The first thing I want this class to do is change seats. I want one
Gryffindor and one Slytherine at each desk."
The students looked at him like he was crazy, but did as he said. When it
was done he smiled, "good. Now that we have taken care of that, I am
Professor Potter and welcome to your fourth year of DADA. I have talked to
Professor Black about what you were learning and I believe I will go a little
different direction then him. Any questions?"
A Slytherine raised her hand. Harry looked down at his list, "Ms. Gilbert?"
"How do YOU know Professor Black he never mentioned that he knew Harry
Potter?" She sounded as though she didn't believe that he had actually
talked to the old professor.
"I would hope that he would know his own godson." Harry said calmly.
"And now that that is solved let us continue with this lesson. Today you may
ask me any questions about anything to do with my defeat of Voldemort, my
own powers, or my Quidditch career."
The class went well until about halfway through. The Gryffindor and
Slytherine in the back, who had been on the edge of fighting for the whole
period, finally they started yelling at each other.
"Professor Potter, would have NEVER let slimy Slytherines into his order!
Especially gits like you!" The Gryffindor said.
"Even when he did let Gryffindors in he most certainly wouldn't have a
mudblood like you in it. I am sure that the order was ONLY purebloods."
Harry did not like this at all.
"Mr. Lovell, Mr. Scott! That is quite enough! Ten points from both Slytherine
and Gryffindor! Mr. Lovell I DID have Slytherines in my order and they were
very helpful to the cause. And Mr. Scott my wife is what you would call a
'mudblood' so I take that as a personal insult!"
The class goggled at Harry. They had never had a teacher that didn't favor
their own old house. Even McGonnagal was known to favor Gryffindors in
her old age. "As long as we are on the subject I would like you all to know
that my Order of the Phoenix would not have functioned well at all without
every house involved."
The room looked at each other uncomfortable. A Gryffindor raised his hand
next.
"But sir, weren't you worse enemies with Draco Malfoy when you were in
school? They fights you had with him were legendary."
Harry looked surprised. He had fought a lot with Malfoy but he had never
thought it was enough to be legendary.
"Yes, for the first four and a half years of school we were. About halfway
through our fifth year the rest and the order and myself realized that we
were not complete without the Slytherines. So I approached Draco. I can't
say we were the best of friends at first but we devolved respect for each
other and eventually became friends. I still keep in touch with him today."
Several people in the class called out, "What about Professor Snape?"
Harry grinned evilly. "Snape hates me for two reasons, 1, he hated my
father when they were in school together, and 2, I pulled several pranks on
him while I was in school but he could never prove that it was me pulling
them."
Ian asked the next question. "What exactly did you do to Sn-Professor Snape?"
Harry grinned wider and went over to his desk to pull out a photo album. He had been hoping someone would ask about that.
He took several choose pictures out and enlarged them for the whole class to see. The students burst out laughing. They carried on for about five minutes before the door of the classroom opened. It was Snape.
"Potter, some of us have to work I would appreciate it if..you.."
He saw the pictures. The class became deathly quiet. Snape's pale face
flushed red. He was enraged. If looks could kill Harry would have died
within 2 seconds. Harry simply looked up at him and shrugged.
"Yes Severus?"
The students thought their new professor was crazy. They couldn't stand Snape's regular glare, much less the look on his face now.
Snape pulled out his wand. The class held their breath. He sent sparks at
the pictures and they all burned to the ground. There was a feeling of relief
spread through out the room. Everyone was glad to know that they still had
a DADA teacher. Harry just stared straight at Snape until he swept out of
the room, in a rage. The bell rang. The class gathered their things together
and left the room. The Gryffindors had potions next, and Harry felt sorry for
them. He held Ian back for a couple of seconds and handed him a couple
rolls of pictures. "For the Gryffindor Common room, or anywhere else that
would be helpful." He said quietly. Ian grinned and went out the door with
his other classmates.
Harry's first week of classes went great. He quickly became the
students' favorite teacher. He gave little homework, but they still learned a
ton just through the class. Even the Slytherines liked him the best, but that
was mostly because what he had said about them in his order. All of the
students stopped calling him Professor Potter after their first class with him.
He was now known as 'Professor P' and he rather liked it. After his last class
on Friday afternoon Oliver Wood came to see him.
"Hey Oliver, I haven't talked to you in a while!"
"Well that's what happens when you're a professional Quidditch player. In
fact that is what I came here to talk to you about. As you probably already
know Quidditch try-outs are going to be in two weeks time. I would like to
have a training camp this weekend to give the kids more of a chance to
make their teams. I was hoping you could help with it."
Harry grinned. As much as he loved teaching, he still missed Quidditch.
"That would be wonderful! Hey, maybe I could get Ron and Hermione up
here to help as well. And the Weasley twins. Then we could have separate
groups of people according to their position!"
This time Oliver smiled. ( AN-heart-melting! LOL)
"I have always liked the way you think, Potter. Owl them immediately."
"Not necessary."
"Huh?"
Harry shushed him and closed him eyes, it had been a long time since he had tried this, but the spell never wore off.
'Ron, can you hear me?'
'Harry? How am I talking to you?'
'Remember 7th year? The spell we cast on each other?'
'I didn't think it worked anymore, otherwise I would have tried to connect you a long time ago like this.'
'Ron, this spell never wears. Honestly to you remember anything from then? All the research we did?'
'You sound like Hermione.'
'Well she is my wife.'
'I know. So why is there this sudden link of communication? I am thinking that you are not just connecting with me to have a friendly talk.'
'Nope, I am here in my office with Wood.'
'Wood? As in Oliver the old Gryffindor Quidditch?'
'The one and only, but now he is teacher flying, Madame Hooch retired.'
'Oh.'
'He wants to have a training session for those who want to try out for
Quidditch and wants you and Hermione back here to help.'
'Really? That great! Think of it the famous Potter trio back at Hogwarts
together for the first time in seven years!'
'Nice headline. Anyway are you coming or not?'
'Of course! It's on Saturday correct?'
'How did you know that?'
'I read your mind.' 'Oh, will you owl Hermione for me? Tell her she can bring the kids if she wants.'
'Ok then, well you certainly made this meeting more interesting. See you on Saturday!'
Harry grinned. "Done!"
"Huh?" Oliver looked as confused as ever. Harry laughed.
"Come on, we are going to be late for dinner!"
The two walked together to the Great Hall.
Ever since his first lunch in the hall, Harry had refused to sit at the teachers'
table. At every meal he sat with a different house table. The students would
talk to him as if he were a peer; Harry loved the informality of it. Adults
always seemed to want to prove how adult they could be. Harry, on the
other hand, loved acting like a child. He had almost never been allowed to
act like a child when he actually was one, but he made up for all of it as an
adult. The students also loved Harry because he rarely ever punished
anyone. Every once in a while he would take off five points there, or give a
detention. (detention's with Professor P. always consisted of have to spend
an hour looking through the pictures of his pranks and listen to stories about
them.) All of Harry's tests were like games. He had become quite attached
to muggle game shows over the last seven years. On different days his
classroom would be various sets, that muggle borns were very familiar with.
Everyone knew that Harry had been a Gryffindor while in school, but he was
never biased towards any of the houses. (Although he was known to show
up in the Gryffindor common room often to help the students with their
homework, but the Gryffindor's never told anyone about it.)
No one was really surprised when Harry stood at dinner that night.
Actually, he climbed straight up on top of the Ravenclaw table, where he
happened to be sitting today. From the teachers' table McGonnagal gave
him a stern look and Snape gave him his usual glare.
"As you all know Quidditch try-outs are to be in two weeks. Professor Wood
has come up with a wonderful idea. Tomorrow, we will be holding a training
session for those who either want to try out for their house-teams, or have
some fun. First years will be allowed to attend and there will be a couple of
surprise guests! Thank you for your attention."
The hall burst into cheers and rapid talking. Wood looked rather pleased and
Harry was grinning from ear to ear. It would be just like old times. He
hoped that he had a chance to sneak down to the Chamber with Ron and
Hermione to make it seem even more like school. He also couldn't wait to
see his children again. It had only been a week since he had seen them, but
it was still hard on him not to see them everyday.
Harry thought tonight would be a goodnight to go to the Gryffindor Common Room.
"Twilight."
As Harry came into the Common room, everyone looked up. Several of them
shouted out salutations to him. He felt his hand being pulled into the corner
of the room by Timothy Burns and his best friend Patrick Herman. They were
5th years that reminded Harry a lot of the Weasley twins.
"Professor, we need your help with something!" Timothy said.
"We need all the dirt we can get from all the teachers, except for you of course."
Harry grinned.
"What kind of dirt and why?" He asked.
Patrick shoved a piece of parchment into Harry's hands. As he looked down
at it and laughed. In shining purple letters on the top of the parchment it
said, "The Hogwarts Chronicle, the Unofficial Newsletter of our beloved
school." Right above the words was the Hogwarts crest. They seemed to
have already done the first article.
Did you know that Snape Uses Grease instead of Shampoo. Our top reporters tell the tale of the Potions Master and his fear of soup.
"So will you help us?" The boys said together, with pleading looks on their faces.
"Of course! Anything for a fellow Gryffindor!"
Harry spent several hours working with the two boys. By the end of the night, the newsletter was done. Harry was pleased with it.
The articles were as follows:
Professor McGonnagal let's her hair down for Professor Trewlany! (There was the picture that Harry took of them singing a duet in his 7th year)
Dumbledore's Deep Dark Secret; Involving a goat, a brother, and several illegal charms!
And the stories continued on for 4 pages, front and back. Harry went to bed that night, feeling quite content with himself.
Harry got up early the next morning. Hermione, Ron Jr., and the twins
would be coming at 8:30 in the morning. Ron Sr. would arrive at the same
time. Harry glanced down at his watch. His watch was not an ordinary
muggle one. Sure, it told him the time, but it also had a feature much like
the Weasley's grandfather clock. The hands had Hermione, and the kids,
plus his parents, Sirius, and Ron. He saw that Ron was on his way, and
Hermione was struggling getting the kids out of the door. (The Potter house
was only about a mile from Hogsmeade, and Hermione owned a car to get
them that far.) Harry hurried to go greet his best friend in the entrance hall.
On his he grabbed a copy of the 'Hogwarts Chronicle' to show Ron. As he
entered the hall he saw a red haired man surrounded by a horde of children.
Harry laughed and went to save his friend. When he approached the crowd,
all the kids called out, "Professor P.! Look who is here! He was on the
NATIONAL team!"
Harry laughed, made his way through his students, and pulled Ron away
from them. They exchanged quick hugs before Hermione entered the hall.
All of a sudden Harry had to identical children running into him, almost
knocking him down. He gave his daughters big hugs and lifted each in turn
high above his head, tossing them into the air and then catching them.
Hermione scoffed.
"I hate it when you do that, what if you dropped one of them?"
Harry just laughed. He put the twins down and went over to his wife. He
dipped her down as he kissed her passionately. A couple of the girls in the
hall sighed, wishing that a boy would kiss them that way.
"I love you!" Harry proclaimed to Hermione.
"Love you too," was the reply. Ron was now had the twins in his arms pretended to cry.
"Shut up Ron!" Hermione said.
"Speaking of Ron, where is the mini one?" Harry asked, he was yet to see his son. Right on queue James entered the hall with Ron Jr. on his shoulders.
"How's my favorite son?" Harry asked as he removed Ron Jr. from his father's shoulders, throwing him in the air, the same way that he had with the twins.
"I'm your only son!" Ron Jr. told him.
"But still my favorite!"
"And my favorite namesake!" Ron Sr. announced. "Cute outfits you have them in Hermione."
Harry looked at his children. It was true they were all wearing mini England
Quidditch team robes. Hermione and Ron were wearing theirs as well.
"I see that I am out of style!" Harry said looking at his own plain Hogwarts
robes. "I better go change. Oh Ron, read this while I am getting ready."
Ron looked curious as he took the newsletter and Harry bolted up to his
room. When he came back down, Ron was on the floor laughing.
"Daddy, what's wrong with Uncle Ron?" Becky (Rebecca) asked.
"He has been mentally ill for many years now sweetie."
Lily took this seriously and went to feel Ron's forehead to make sure he was
all right. This made him laugh harder,
"Ron if you want to eat, I suggest we go now, or we wont get anything!"
That shut Ron up and the group of Potter's (and one Weasley) went to go eat breakfast.
Hermione and Ron were surprised when Harry did not go up to the teachers'
table but went to sit over at the Gryffindor one. They followed and sat down
in their old spots near the end of the table. A few minutes later Ian and his
friends joined them. Hermione, Ron, and James were amazed at the ease of
which Harry talked to his students. They would have NEVER talked to their
Professors like that. They only had about 10 minutes to eat before Oliver
Wood stood and motioned for them to follow him down to the field. The
twins were excited that they were going to see more of Hogwarts, and Ron
Jr. looked as though he was up to something. He had a look on his face, like
he expected to be punished. Harry told the others to go ahead and he get
down on his knees to talk to his son.
"Hey, buddy, what's wrong?"
Ron looked down guiltily. "There was a greasy man at the head table. I took
your wand and cast the spell for cleanliness, 'cause Mum is always telling me
I need to keep clean. I'm sorry 'bout your wand, I put it right back."
He hung his head in shame. Harry had to try his best not to burst out
laughing. He was glad that his son was becoming more of a prankster.
"Don't worry about it. The greasy man dissevered it. I will give you a lift
down to the pitch."
Harry lifted Ron Jr. up on his shoulders and ran to catch up with the others.
He was surprised to see Fred and George there with the rest of them. Oliver
had them all go into the locker rooms to give them one of his old time pep
talks.
"Now this is how it is going to work. Harry you are to work with the seekers;
Hermione with the chasers; Mr. Potter please help Hermione; Ron with the
keepers; Fred and George, your with the beaters. I will be explaining the
game to those who don't know the rules or how to play the game. You are to
train them hard, I don't want any of you to go easy on them." Oliver glared
at them as if daring them to challenge him. After a half hour of going over
tactics that Harry, Ron, and Hermione had mastered years ago the students
began to gather on the field. It had been decided that Harry would be
introducing everyone.
"May I have your attention please?" Harry shouted over the crowd. They
instantly quieted.
"Thank you for coming to this little training session. I would like to introduce
the instructors. When I say the category that fits you please proceed over to
that person. Now you all know Professor Wood, he will be helping those who
don't know how to play Quidditch. To my left is my best friend, Mr. Ronald
Weasley. He will be working with the keepers."
There were cheers from the students who knew Quidditch enough to
recognize the un-stopple keeper of England's team.
"To my right is my wife, Mrs. Hermione Potter, and the old codger next to
her is my father, Mr. James Potter. They will be working with the chasers.
While I am at it, these three little troublemakers are my children. Ron,
Becky, and Lily. Misters Fred and George Weasley will be whipping you
beaters into shape. And I will be working with the unfortunate kids who have
decided that they are brave enough to play seeker."
The students laughed. Everyone was happy to have the three most famous
Quidditch players of all time training them. Dumbledore came down to the
pitch. The Potter children were going to spend the day with 'Uncle Bee' (For
those of you who don't know, Dumbledore is old English for bumblebee hence
the Uncle Bee.)
Harry had a wonderful time training the seekers. Though some of them
resembled Neville on a broomstick, they all tried hard. He was sure that Ian
would get seeker for the Gryffindor team this year. The Slythrines and
Gryffindors were getting along a lot better then before he came. This made
Harry feel very pleased with himself. Wood made sure that they worked for
six hours straight. He would have had them work more if it had not been for
the Weasley twins and Harry. They got all the beaters and seeker to sneak
up on Wood and dump water on him. After that it was an all out war.
Conjured water was flying everywhere! There was total chaos for a whole
hour, when Dumbledore returned with Harry's children, causing everyone to
stop. The soaked Quidditch players made their way up to the castle to
change into dry clothes. Ron, Hermione, and the kids would be spending the
night in the castle. There was a tearful goodbye from the twins to 'Grandpa
Prongs'. It seemed forever before Harry and Hermione were able to get the
kids to sleep and sneak down to the Chamber of Secrets with Ron. Harry
himself hadn't gone back down to it, since he had started teaching. They
were going to go down the way that Ron, Harry, and Lockhart had originally
made their way down. Moaning Myrtle stopped them, as Harry was about to
open the chamber.
"Harry! It is has been so long since you have been in my toilet! Why haven't you come to visit me?" She sounded on the break of bursting out into tears like usual.
"Well, um. I haven't been to Hogwarts at all in seven years. I got married and have three kids."
Myrtle did break out into tears about this. This made both Harry and Hermione feel more awkward.
"Who did you marry?" Myrtle demanded through sobs.
"Um.Hermione," Harry said as quietly as he could. If she had not been a
ghost and not able to strangle people, Myrtle would have killed Hermione.
"Well better get going now, see you Myrtle. Ssopenss ssnowss!"
They heard the girl ghost sobbing as they went down the staircase.
Identical grins spread over the faces of the three friends. Everything was as
they left it. (Hermione had put a spell on the room so that dust would not
collect on anything.) The pranks they were working on remained same as
always, the pictures still smiling at them, Hermione's books in perfect order,
and the fire roaring. They ceased to be Mr. and Mrs. Potter and the world
famous Quidditch player Ronald Weasley. They were now the famous boy,
Harry Potter, the over studious Hermione Granger, and the immature fun
loving Ron Weasley. For all hours of the night the friends stayed up talking
and laughing the way they used to. Finally at three-thirty they took the
secret passageways back to their rooms and slept well into the next day.
Unfortunately all good things have to end. Around noon the next day, Ron,
Hermione, and the kids had to leave. Harry was left alone to attend what
was likely to be a boring staff meeting. However, he couldn't be more
wrong. The staff room was in am uproar. It seemed, as careful as the
students had been the 'Hogwarts Chronicle' managed to find it's way into
teacher hands. The teachers were yelling and arguing about the paper,
accusations flying all over the place, none of the teachers seemed to realize
the evidence against Harry until about 15 minutes into the meeting when
Snape pointed at Harry. "Potter! This is your doing! You could be the only
one to get a hold of these pictures! You let the students write this. You're as
big as a pain as you were in school!"
All the other teachers seemed to agree. (Except Hagrid, who had nothing
written about him, because Harry hadn't allowed it.) Several of them pulled
out there wands. Several curses shot towards Harry. But he did not become
The-Boy-Who-Lived-Again by doing nothing. With a swift movement Harry
whipped out his wand and blocked each and every curse. This happens to be
when Dumbledore walked into the room. The teachers were looking down at
their wands wondering if they had cast the spells correctly. Dumbledore
chuckled.
"It seems that our DADA teacher has proven himself worthy of his post. I
have never known anyone who could block so many curses at once."
Harry was still tense. His usually bright glowing green eyes were now like
steel. They showed no emotion whatsoever. It was the look that he had on
his face when facing Voldemort or other dark wizards. The expression
radiated power. The Hogwarts staff slowly backed away from Harry,
surprised and scared of the strength that he was showing. The raven-haired
professor turned and left the staff room. Dumbledore looked sternly at the
staff.
"I am sure whatever Mr. Potter did to upset you did not deserve that kind of action. Yelling at him is one thing, but he takes curses very seriously as should the rest of you!"
The teachers looked down in shame. (All but Snape who looked defiant, and Hagrid who hadn't done anything.)
"And now our meeting can continue."
Harry sat in his office, shaking. It had been a long time since that
kind of power had come over him. Maybe coming back to Hogwarts hadn't
been the best idea. He knew that he had over-reacted. The teachers did
have the right to be angry. He sighed. 'Better start grading these papers' he
thought to himself.
Classes started again the next day. All of the staff had apologized to
Harry and all was well. In his last class of the day, 3rd year Gryffindors and
Ravenclaws, Harry noticed one boy in particular acting strangely. When he
looked down at his list Harry saw that his name was Gary McKinley. Gary
seemed a little to reserved for a Gryffindor. Harry noted that he shivered
every time anyone accidentally rubbed up against his arms or back. When
the bell rang Harry called out, "Mr. McKinley will you please stay back for a
second?"
After everyone else had left Gary made his way up to the front of the
classroom. "Yes, Professor?"
"Would you please pull up your robe sleeves?"
Gary winced slightly and pulled them up. There was nothing there. Harry
frowned slightly.
"Monstrare," he muttered.
Long jagged blue and black bruises appeared all over his arms. Also on his face.
"Gary, how did you get these bruises?" Harry asked quietly.
"I.fell off my broomstick."
"Gary how did you get these bruises?" Harry repeated. When Gary didn't answer Harry continued.
"You live in a muggle orphanage do you not?" The boy nodded. "What happened to your parents?"
"They were killed by deatheaters sir, when I was very young. Aurors arrived before they could get me. " Way-to familiar looks of sorrow and pain crossed Gary's face.
"Why were you at a MUGGLE orphanage then?"
"The Aurors didn't find me. Muggle police-men did."
"Do they abuse you at the orphanage?"
There was no reply. The boy was in shame. Harry took that as a yes. He
lifted Gary's head gently so the boy would look him in the eyes.
"I know what you are thinking. You are thinking that you deserved whatever
they did to you. But I need to understand this. It. Is. Not. Right. They had
no right whatsoever to ever lay a hand on you."
All emotions in Gary's dark brown eyes faded. A wall was put up.
"What do YOU know about anything? You have two parents who love you.
YOU wouldn't understand!"
Harry did not respond. He simply took off the shirt he was wearing and
showed his back to the boy. There were the scars that Vernon Dursley had
embedded into Harry's back so long ago. Gary gasped. "But your parents
they."
"My parents did not do this to me," Harry interrupted sharply. "I believe that
you are not aware of the fact that I did not grown up with my parents. I
grew up with my muggle aunt, uncle, and cousin. They hated magic with
passion. After my first year I spent 10 years sleeping in a cupboard under
the stairs. For a long time they did not inflict any physical abuse on me.
Verbal abuse mostly. I was their personal servant for many years. Then
after my fourth year, which was the year after I won the Tri-wizard
Tournament. I was not able to do any work. And my Uncle made me pay for
it. Now tell me that I don't understand."
Gary was speechless. "I had no clue Professor!"
"I know that, not many people know that bit of information about me. I
would appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone. Now you will tell me who did
this so I can make sure they pay for what they have done to you."
"But, sir, I have no place else to go during the summer, and I know that I
am not allowed to stay here, I have asked!"
"If no other arrangements can be made by then, you may of course stay at
my house over the summer. Now I want you to take this letter of
explanation to Madame Pomfrey. I want those bruises healed."
Gary nodded, took the note and ran off to the hospital wing.
As soon as Gary had left Harry went up to Dumbledore's office.
"Jelly Bellies"
Upon entering the study, Fawkes flew over and sat on Harry's shoulder. "I believe that he had taken quite a liking to you Mr. Potter." The old man said, gesturing for Harry to sit.
"Albus, I want to talk to you about Mr. Gary McKinley."
"The Gryffindor who lives in a muggle orphanage?"
"Yes, it seems that he has been abused by the muggles. I wish to press proper charges."
"Of course is he alright?"
"He is now, I sent him to the hospital wing. Professor I was wondering if he could stay with Hermione and I during the summer seeing as there is no place else for him to go. I believe sending him to a different orphanage would not be the answer."
Dumbledore looked deep thought.
"Please tell me why you would like to do this?"
"For one, I understand what it is like to grow up with awful muggles and two, I would not like to have another Tom Riddle on our hands."
Dumbledore nodded. "Of course. Will you do the honors of owling the Ministry of Magic? I believe you have just as much influence if not more than I do!"
Harry nodded summoned a quill and parchment wrote a quick letter and left
he office to go send it with a school owl. On the long walk up to the owlery
Harry thought about what Dumbledore had said, 'I believe you have just as
much influence if not more than I do!.' Perhaps he was right. Harry's best
friend's father was Minister of Magic, another good friend, Neville
Longbottom was top Auror, and Draco Malfoy was set to be the next Minister
after Mr. Weasley retired. Harry's own father was one of the top advisors in
the ministry! Though he would not admit it, nothing major happened in
England to do with the wizardring world that he himself had not helped with
or known about. On second thought, after watching the first owl fly off,
Harry wrote another letter. This one to Dean Thomas. He was now one of
the best lawyers for wizards around. It shouldn't be too hard to convince
him to take this case. Several minutes later, the troubled professor went
down to the hospital wing to check up on Gary.
"How are you doing? Do you feel better?" Harry questioned
"I feel great! Madame Pomfrey is a miracle worker!"
"I would know better then anybody. I think I spent more time in here than she did while I was in school."
Gary laughed and then got serious. "Will I have to go back?"
"Of course not! For the summer you have two options. We can place you in
another orphanage or you can stay with me. Before you decide I think you
should know that the marauders spend a lot of time at my house during the
summer."
Gary laughed again. Harry's classes had heard a lot about the legendary marauders. (leaving out Wormtail of course)
"I think I will stay with you as long I wont be to much of a pain."
"Wonderful! I will owl Hermione at once. It will be no problem at all we
have plenty of space. Now about the trail. If I have my way, which is very
possible, it will be in two days. I have already contacted a lawyer to
represent you and put out an order to have the director of you orphanage
arrested. He has two days to get a lawyer. Everything is being taken care
of."
The next two days pasted quickly. Dean had immediately agreed to be
Gary's lawyer free of charge. The trail would have several muggle and
wizard jury members. The Minister of Magic himself would be there. Ron
would be filling in for Harry on that day. (Lord help the students) Everything
was set. Gary was going to take a portkey to the courtroom and Harry was
going to apperate. (Harry flat-out refused to ever take a portkey ever again)
He would be meeting with the other lawyer shortly before the trial with
Dean. If all went well Harry would get legal custody of Gary. Hermione
would be attending the trail as well. She had risen wonderfully to the
occasion and supported Harry all the way on this little project of his. The
kids would be staying with Grandpa's Padfoot and Moony for the day. Harry
wore his best black robes. When he entered the conference room, Harry
couldn't have been more surprised who the muggle man's lawyer was. There
sitting at the head of the table was.
Can you guess?
Dudley Dursley. "Dudley? You're a lawyer?"
Dudley looked just as surprised. "I thought you played professional.well I don't know what it is called."
"Quidditch. I retired last year, now I am a teacher at Hogwarts. Now on to business, this is Mr. Lanning?"
A tall mean looking man stood up to shake hands with Harry. He shot Gary
death glares and the boy backed up behind Harry's back, as to avoid the
gaze. The Professor immediately went into his 'protective mode and made
sure that Mr. Lanning understood that he would be cursed I he tried anything
against Gary. A secretary came in to tell them that it was time. Harry lead
his student to take a seat in the front between Dean and himself. Before the
judge cam in Gary whispered to Harry, "Isn't that the cousin who."
"Yes, but I put that behind me a long time ago, after his parents died."
"All rise for the honorable Arthur Weasley."
Harry had expected that Mr. Weasley would actually BE the judge, but then he was Minister of Magic.
It was time to call forward the first witness.
"I call forward Mr. Gary McKinley." Dean said in an authoritative voice that made Harry laugh.
Gary gave the whole story of what had happened during the last summer and
summers before. He was very graphic and the details made everyone in the
room shudder but Harry, who had probably seen worse, Dudley, who had
done worse to Harry, and Mr. Lanning, who was looking sick. The Dean took
out pictures that Harry had taken of the bruises on Gary's front, back, arms,
and legs.
"I call forward Professor Harry Potter." The wizards in the room gasped.
THE Harry Potter? Cameras flashed as Harry made his way up to the
podium. They did not ask him to promise to speak the truth. Everyone in
the room but a few knew that Harry would never lie.
"Professor Potter, please tell us exactly what happened in your classroom two days ago."
Harry gave them the whole tale. Even what he had told Dumbledore.
Everyone was shocked that Harry Potter had been abused as a child. By
muggles nonetheless. Those that knew that Dudley surname was Dursley
glared at him. The defense had no chance. The jury seemed to have already
decided when they went back to the room to decide on the verdict. They
came back out within a couple of minutes.
"We declare Mr. Lanning guilty. Fifteen years in a wizard prison for muggles. No appeals within those 15 years. We also give Professor Potter full custody of Mr. Gary McKinley."
Mr. Weasley banged the gavel and people began to flood out of the
courtroom. Reporters were everywhere. "Professor Potter." Seemed to the
call of the reporters. Harry simply said no comment and led a very happy
Hermione and Gary out into the street.
"I believe that this is a cause for celebration. "
They went to Diagon Alley for lunch. James, Sirius, Remus, and the kids
came and joined them. Even Ron made a short appearance to congratulate
them. Gary couldn't remember when he had been happier in his entire life.
He finally had a family!
The next several months passed quickly at Hogwarts. Before anyone
knew it, Halloween had come upon them. Harry had forgotten how
wonderful Halloween was at Hogwarts. Hagrid's pumpkin's seemed even
bigger than usual. Though he had been offered one, Harry had politely
declined the invite to Nearly Headless Nick's death day party. Everything
was going perfectly. Hermione had been invited to the feast and had left the
twins with her parents and Ron Jr. with Grandma and Grandpa Weasley.
(These kids have WAY to many grandparents.) Mr. and Mrs. Harry Potter
provided some of the entertainment after dinner. Several years before the
kids were born the couple had gotten into swing dancing. After about three
months of classes the two were incredible dancers and together they had
won many contests. The students enjoyed watching their beloved Professor
P. dance with his wife. After the feast Harry and Hermione retired up to
their rooms, laughing and talking the whole way up. While his wife fell
asleep as soon as she hit the pillows, Harry felt that something was wrong.
After tossing and turning for what seemed like forever, Harry looked down at
his watch. His eyes got wide. It was not the time that was alarming him.
The twins hand was no longer pointed at 'Grandma and Grandpa Granger'
the were both pointed at 'In danger!'
********Authors note********** Ok y'all got that one for free. But the next one wont be. Also to let you know that next chapter will be the last one. Also, in the last chapter I will post the link to the same thread on the HP boards, this is because recently the people over there convinced me to post deleted scenes of those 7 years. For example, little Ron's birth and I might be posting a scene that would have made this fic H/G, that took out because it didn't flow well. Hopefully you will go and check it out. Also I would like to thank my friend Ariel, if I hadn't been able to bounce ideas off of her, this fic would have died very close to the beginning. If you like LOTR fic, I highly suggest that you check out hers, her name is Jupiters Promise So please read and review.