Hey there (again)! I thank my faithful reviewer, uzumaki misaki, it really helps me to keep going. Also, thank you merdarkandtwisty for reviewing 2 of my chapters . So here finally is another chapter!

Harry trudged down the hall, ignoring the stares people gave him. McGonagall's behavior had been extremely unnerving, but Madam Pomfrey was not about to believe him. The conversation went something like this:

Harry: "Er, Madam Pomfrey, I went to Professor McGonagall today, and she was acting very strange…"

Madam Pomfrey: "Any cuts? Bruises? Inflammation? Broken bones? Loss of bones? Burns?"

Harry: "No, but…"

Madam Pomfrey: "Then out with you! I've treated you for half of my life and now you come in here with no injuries."

Harry: "No, this is about Professor McGonagall!"

Madam Pomfrey: "Fine. Does she have any injuries?"

Harry: "No, but she seemed strange… "

Madam Pomfrey: "The day Minerva McGonagall has something wrong with her is the day I resign from Hogwarts. Now, run along, Potter, I have several bad infections to treat…"

Then—"Harry!"

Harry stopped walking. "Hermione?"

Hermione handed him a large brass key. "We have our own offices now, and I would suggest doing some paperwork. Of course, I've got all the first years lessons planned out…"

"Okay, thanks," said Harry. "Where's my office?" That sounded strange to him. Office.

"On the third floor, next to mine. Oh, I'm so excited! A teacher!" Then she hurried away, presumably to do more work.

Harry hurried up the stairs, his heart pounding. He arrived at a door labeled "Defense Against the Dark Arts, Harry Potter." He opened the door, and immediately, his heart gave a leap. In front of him was a lush rug, and his desk was made out of oak with many useful compartments. A manual labeled "Welcome, New Teacher!" lay invitingly, and Harry knew that Hermione had probably memorized the whole thing. A lava lamp sat on the table, the chair resembled his favorite armchair, and bookshelves and wardrobes surrounded a hearty fire. Harry went into his bedroom. It was a huge four poster bed, with satin sheets, and a quilted blanket. The actual blankets were arranged artfully. His most prized possessions, the invisibility cloak, the Marauder's Map, and his Firebolt were neatly stacked in the closet.

As he walked past his wardrobe, however, it purred, "Young teacher, what clothes would you like to wear today? Your plaid sweater will suit you veeerrryyy well!

Harry, who had almost jumped out of his skin, replied, "Thanks, wardrobe. I suppose the mirror talks as well?"

"Oh yes, it is wonderful for tips on how to make your hair stay down."

"I don't think even a magic mirror can solve THAT problem," Harry said grimly.

Harry then walked to the last part of his living quarters—the bathroom. His immediate reaction was that he would stand any amount of work just to have this bathroom. *Authors Note* Does that sound familiar, lol? The sink was nearest to him, its faucet and handles were glossy and silver and gold. The bottom seemed to be made out of porcelain. A chandelier lit the room with a soft golden glow, and there were paintings of mermaids and nymphs of the walls, who all winked at him. A huge Jacuzzi was set into the stone—there were many faucets, just like the prefect's bathroom. However, these could either immerse you in a pink mist or rain upon you. They were all wonderfully scented, except one that Harry did not like—it reminded him of Umbridge's office. The tub was also equipped with a handy quill and inkwell, and some other things to do while bathing. Alternatively, there was a shower that also could rain the bubble bath mixtures.

Harry was tempted to go into the huge bathtub just for the sake of it, but decided against it. After all, tomorrow would be his first classes—he needed to prepare.

So, another chapter is done! Sorry I wasn't able to upload 2…lol well this is a long one, next time Harry will have his first class. Some helpful suggestions would be nice, and there's a lot of good stuff coming up. This is just the beginning! Bye!