Mrs. Jeepers is Lily Potter nee Evans
By: Immortal Wolf Lover
(This is the part where I deny having any claims to both the Harry Potter series and the Bailey School Kids series. Takes place pre-Hogwarts. Some bashing some OOCs and major AU!)
Nobody in the school except Mrs. Jeepers knew what had happened when the red head teacher had picked up the small boy that seemed to be her son, and boy didn't that shock most of the school, and followed the stern looking woman in a witchs outfit out of the cafeteria and into Mrs. Jeepers classroom but what they did know was that whatever the stern woman told the red head made her really really mad. None of the students in any of the grades dared to do anything that might make the supposed vampire even madder, well mostly.
"He's so cute." Liza squealed when she saw Harry sitting on a blanket on the floor near Mrs. Jeepers desk playing with several toys. Harry then made the mistake of looking up from his toys and smiling shyly at Liza who promptly hugged him tightly while the other girls cooed at the small messy haired boy and even Mrs. Jeepers looked amused as the boys all laughed.
"Liza. I don't think my son can breathe." Mrs. Jeepers said definitely sounding amused while Liza suddenly squeaked and let go of Harry who was starting to turn blue in the face. Most of the class was laughing now except for a few girls who were fussing over Harry worriedly, Liza and Melody chief among them.
"Alright that's enough fussing over my son. Get to your seats and complete the problems on the board." Mrs. Jeepers said calmly but frowned when she saw Harry attempt to climb up in a spare desk.
"Harry, what are you doing?" Mrs. Jeepers asks while everyone stared at the small boy who was still trying to climb up to sit in the desk without much success.
"I'm doing what you said mama but I can't get in the seat." Harry said glaring at the desk cutely before toddling over to Liza and tugging on her shirt sleeve.
"Can you help me get in the desk please?" Harry asks when Liza looked down at him curiously. Liza looked at Mrs. Jeepers confused before deciding to humor the little guy and placing him in the spare desk where he could barely see over the top of it. Many of the girls cooed at him when he smiled and thanked Liza politely.
"Here Harry. Why don't you draw a picture or try to write your name?" Mrs. Jeepers said placing a blank piece of notebook paper in front of her son and giving him a warm smile that none of the students had ever seen cross their teachers face before. Harry grinned adorably at his mama and grabbed the black crayon his mom had set down in front of him, completely ignoring the other colors as he set to writing something on the paper. Mrs. Jeepers nodded, satisfied that her son was happy and doing something, before turning to the students and raising an eyebrow. All of the students immediately began writing down and solving the addition and subtraction problems on the board, occasionally sneaking glances and cooing over Harry who had his tongue sticking out in concentration.
"Here mama! All done! Can I do more?" Harry asks holding his paper up to his mama proudly. Mrs. Jeepers took the paper with a smile and then stared down at it in shock. Harry, who Mrs. Jeepers knew was only five, hadn't written his name or drawn like the red head suggested. No, he had written down every problem on the board and solved them all correctly and in under five minutes. Mrs. Jeepers stared at the paper, then stared at her son, then stared at the paper again in shock while the students looked at their teacher curiously.
"Harry. Did you do all the problems on the board?" Mrs. Jeepers asks finally as she looked from the paper to her son again. Harry nodded with a big smile on his face.
"Why didn't you draw or write your name?" Mrs. Jeepers asks her son gently while some of the students looked shocked.
"But I did mama! See. I wrote my name on the top and drew on the back of the paper. I got bored with drawing and the problems on the board looked fun so I did those. Did I do something wrong?" Harry asks tilting his head to the side confused while Mrs. Jeepers turned the paper over in her hands and looked at the drawing. It was a well done drawing especially for a five year old. Harry had drawn a doe with an auburn red crayon so that the color of the doe matched Mrs. Jeepers hair, a black stag standing next to the doe with the words 'mom' and 'dad' written over them, a large black grim like dog with the word 'Padfoot' written over it, and a large brown wolf with the word 'Mooney' written over it.
"No Harry you didn't do anything wrong. I just asked because you got all the answers right and you're only five. Most of my students, who are a few years older than you, don't get all of them right on the first try. You did a very good job." Mrs. Jeepers said smiling down at her son while her students jaws dropped.
"Hey Eddie?" Howie asks his friend after blinking in shock.
"Yeah?" Eddie asks while the whole class turned to watch the two boys talk.
"What just happened?" Howie asks still blinking in shock.
"I think we were just shown up by a five year old that looks like he's two." Eddie said slowly as if that fact had just registered in his brain.
"Oh. Okay just making sure I wasn't imagining things." Howie said blinking one last time before seemingly returning to normal. Harry looked up to his mama confused.
"Mama? Why are the boys in your class so weird?"