Wow, I'm actually going quite fast with this story so far…it also helps that I don't have to write such long chappies every time . I feel happy when I see a review, because it means that other people actually care, so thank you!

Harry awoke the next day, his mind buzzing. He hadn't really gotten enough sleep. The mirror didn't actually help either by pointing out all the ways he could look terrible in his first class. Aggravated, he had shouted at it, "Look, my hair won't stay down, don't even recommend "Elixir of Wizard's Ugly Hair" or whatever it is!"

After that, it had fallen silent. Harry felt slightly guilty, because it reminded him of Hermione. The first day the DA had met in the Hog's Head, he had gotten angry at her when she was trying to help. Regretfully, he remembered ALL the times she helped which he ignored. He sighed. Hopefully, he would treat his class better. He approached the mirror. "Er, Mirror, I'm sorry for yelling, I guess nerves…"

The mirror didn't respond, but when Harry listened closely, he heard snoring. Grinning, he backed away to ask his wardrobe what to wear.

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At breakfast, Harry saw Hermione waving at him urgently. We're supposed to sit at the staff table!" She mouthed.

Harry made his way up—his seat was next to Hermione's. It felt extremely strange to be looking down at the four houses.

Professor McGonagall tapped her glass. "Attention, everyone."

The Great Hall fell silent. "Today, you will have your new Transfiguration and Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers. Please welcome Ms. Hermione Granger and Mr. Harry Potter."

The Great Hall sat in stunned silence. Then it erupted in cheering and clapping. The Gryffindors stood up in one line, then the Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws. Even some Slytherins clapped hard.

Hagrid burst into tears. "Knew yer had it in yer, Harry, Hermione!"

After the cheering had finally died down, Hermione nudged Harry. "You look good today, Harry. What's with the change?"

Harry grinned sheepishly."Actually, I didn't do a thing. The wardrobe decided for me."

Before Hermione could respond, Luna Lovegood came up to Harry and Hermione. "Oh, Harry, I'll be looking forward to our DA lessons again," she said serenely. "Hermione, even though I don't agree with you on many things, I think you'll be excellent as a Transfiguration teacher. Good thing you're not Care of Magical Creatures teacher, though." She drifted away.

Hermione looked as if she didn't know whether to be pleased or offended. Then she yelped. "Harry, look at the time! We have to be arranging our classrooms now!" She then sped off.

Harry looked sadly at his plate of unfinished treacle tart, and followed.

"Here's your classroom, Harry," Hermione said breathlessly. "I've got almost all the classes sorted out, good luck!"

"You too, Professor Granger." Harry said, smiling.

Hermione beamed, and set off.

Harry looked around at his classroom. It was empty, except for a board at the front, the teacher's desk, equipped with necessities, and many small rows of tables. McGonagall had written a note: Potter, I am interested in your abilities. You have to assign them a book that suits you and is appropriate for their age level. Harry then took out a book of useful spells and jinxes, and waited.

He heard rustling in the hall, and excited murmuring. His first years. They stared avidly at him as they crept in. He waited as they all sat down, and gave them all a prep talk. Hermione had actually helped him with it. However, they didn't seem to listen to a word he said, and one boy, who reminded him of Colin Creevey, stood up and asked for his signature.

Harry had expected this, but he wasn't really sure on what to do. "Your name?"

"James." The boy said breathlessly. "James Stebbins."

"Well, Stebbins, I'm afraid you can't really get a signature, but I'll show you what I consider the most useful spell when battling against someone else."

Stebbins looked at him in awe and fear, and didn't notice when his wand slipped out of his hand. "Eh?" He said when he noticed Harry holding his wand. Clearly he had been focused on Harry's wand.

"Now Stebbins, if I were a Dark wizard, do you think you would have a chance without your wand?"

Stebbins shook his head.

"Yes. That's the first principle. Pay attention to what you're about to do—and do it fast too, because you want to jinx them before they do. What I did just now was the Disarming Charm. It renders the opponent wandless. Here, try it on me. The word is Expelliarmus." "Expelliramus!" Stebbins shouted, and his wand promptly blew sparks into his face. The class started laughing, and Harry chuckled too. Stebbins looked dismayed. After a few more tries, Stebbins got it. He held his teacher's wand with reverence. Harry grinned. "What house are you from, Stebbins?" The boy said uncertainly, "Hufflepuff." "Well then, 10 points to Hufflepuff." The class erupted in cheers. "Ok now," Harry shouted above the noise. "Divide up into pairs. Remember it is a sharp flick of the wand." They formed groups. One girl from Ravenclaw was so good, she knocked her opponent backwards. Harry gave her points, but told her not to flick so hard in the future against her disgruntled friend. At the end of the class, everyone was feeling pretty happy, but Harry called them. "Wait, you have homework. Just practice this charm, and also get the book Jinxed: Book 1 by Gemini Abbot." A couple of people groaned, but the others waved at him happily, especially overenthusiastic Stebbins. When they all left, Harry sat back in his chair, feeling pretty satisfied. He thought his first class had gone pretty well. Whew! Yep, only 1 chap today, but it was an extra long one. So, I might take a small break, I don't know. I need ideas for the next few chapters, please R&R!