Harry strode down the grand halls of Hogwarts to the staff meeting. He was looking around and taking in how much Hogwarts changed when Fawkes flew over to him and landed on his shoulder.

"Hi. I haven't seen you in a very long time." Fawkes cooed and rubber her beak against Harry's face. Harry had to wonder if somehow Fawkes knew him even though eh was from a different time. While he was pondering, Fawkes flew off just as suddenly as she had landed. That's odd, Harry thought to himself.

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Harry arrived in the staff room just in time to be introduced as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

"He won't last any longer than any of the others," the one teacher who Harry knew to be Slughorn.

Harry feigned innocence and asked, "What do you mean not last longer?"

McGonagall looked slightly worried and said, "Well you see the defense position has had to be replaced every year for a very long time. Many people like to spread rumors that it's cursed." She glanced pointedly at Slughorn.

"Perhaps I could properly introduce our new teacher," said Dumbledore. "This is Harry Jameson. He is very highly qualified to be teaching DADA. I expect all of you to treat him as an equal despite his age."

"He does look rather young. I'm Rolanda Hooch. I was the youngest teacher…that is until now. How old are you?"

"Eighteen." Everyone's face in the room fell.

Minerva spoke up, "If Albus says he's qualified, then I would not question his age." She spoke in such a manor that she really said, 'this discussion is over.'

The meeting continued as they discussed the new term, the war, and tried to find out more about Harry. He however, didn't give out much information. He just wanted to be anonymous.

Dumbledore dismissed the meeting and Harry returned to his rooms avoiding everyone's questions.

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As soon as Harry reached his rooms, he flopped onto the bed. He let out a deep sigh as he reflected on the events of the past week.

After defeating eh had expected, for some reason, that he would just become anonymous and go on living his life. He found out that that was not the case.

He was swarmed with reporters and photographers all wanting to get a few minutes of his time. They even wanted to put him on a chocolate frog card as The Boy Who Lived.

He was so sick of being "The Boy Who Lived" and "The Chosen One". All he wanted to be was Harry Potter. Just a normal person, not that he'd ever be normal, but as close to normal as he could get.

He had managed to escape the madness and went to Dumbledore's office. Even though Minerva was the new headmistress, it would always be Dumbledore's office.

He had a long discussion with Dumbledore and thanked Snape's portrait for all that he had done.

When he heard the reporters coming, he sealed the door so they couldn't get in and flung his head down on the desk.

"I wish there was somewhere I could go and get away form all of this!"

Snape said, "Potter, where on earth are you going to go where they can't find you? You know no matter where you go they'll track you down one way or another."

Harry looked up in time to see Dumbledore's eyes twinkle. "It may not be a question of where Harry could go but a question of when. Harry looked slightly confused.

"Professor, what do you mean when?"

"There is a secret compartment in my desk Harry. If you pull out the top four drawers so the numbers underneath them are 1 – 8 – 8 – 1 from left to right, a small compartment will open on the side of the desk."

When Harry did this, sure enough sure enough, there was a pop and a small drawer opened up. Inside Harry found a silver time turner.

"Um, Professor, how is a time turner going to help me? They only send you back a few hours?"

Dumbledore smiled and said, "That is a very special time turner. It was in my family for years. Instead of taking you back and hour, each turn takes you back one year. I remember in 1976 I was having serious trouble finding a teacher for Defense Against the Dark Arts. Perhaps you could help me out?" He twinkled at Harry. "You would of course be needing a disguise and some other things."

Dumbledore had told him to keep the elder wand and find the resurrection stone. He also told him to borrow the deluminator from Ron, as it would "come in handy". He instructed Harry to take the locket, the sword, the map and cloak.

He had also given him a bottle of silvery liquid that he assumed was a memory with the directions to view it when he got settled in.

Harry shot up from the bed remembering the bottle. He rummaged trough his trunk before finding it. He found a pensieve already in his room. He thought that was odd but didn't dwell on it.

He dumped the liquid in to the pensieve and felt himself floating into the memory.

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He found himself in a dimly lit room. There was a window and by it sat an elderly looking woman. On her lap sat a beautiful raven. She had long brown hair and wore blue and bronze robes.

She was talking but Harry realized it wasn't English. It seemed she was talking to the bird. It was soft and sweet like a birds song.

Harry moved closer and she turned to face the inside of the room where Harry was standing. He then recognized her as Rowena Ravenclaw.

In the middle of talking to her bird, her face went expressionless and her voice changed. It was more hoarse and she was speaking in English.

When the Dark Lord is vanquished by the true Master of Death,

The Boy Who Lived, then shall he, who possesses

the tongue of the serpent and the bravery of the lion,

travel to a time when he is unknown to fix the errs of man.

He must destroy the six items again with a deadly poison.

Then he must face the owner of the seven

so that their lives become the lives they deserve.

The scene melted before Harry and he found himself back at Hogwarts confused and his scar throbbing with pain.

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A/N Thank you so much to everyone that reviewed and I hope you will continue to!

Oh and by the way the thing with the drawers was from National Treasure 2 but it seemed to fit, and I don't take any credit for it.