Hello! I am new to writing fanfictions so please only constructive criticism!

This story will take place after the Battle of Hogwarts.

WARNING!

Minor spoilers for Hogwarts Legacy (Only the overworld map, aka only the hamlet names and areas. No plot or stuff like that) so if you care about that, then here's your warning.

I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS!

All associated elements belong to JKR


Setting the two halves of his phoenix and holly wand on the desk, Harry raises the Deathstick, the Wand of Destiny, the Elder Wand. Whispering, "Repairo," jets of golden light envelop the wood of the broken wand. Threads of gold pull the magicless pieces together as a golden hue radiates from the wood. Slipping the Elder Wand into a holster in his sleeve, Harry picks up his wand as a familiar warmth pulses from the object in his hand. Hermione and Ron smile at Harry's happiness from his repaired wand.

Turning to face Dumbledore, Harry flicks his wrist as the Elder Wand returns to his grip in his other hand. Pausing for a second, Harry stumbles over his words before stating, "I'm keeping Ignotus' gift as I'll be passing it onto my future family."

Dumbledore smiles and nods in his portrait frame before softly responding, "I couldn't see anything otherwise from you my dear boy. And what of Cadmus and Antioch?"

Harry stares into Dumbledore's face and sighs, "Cadmus' gift is lost, somewhere deep in the forest. I doubt it'll surface again for a while."

"And Antioch?" Dumbledore presses.

Fingering the most feared wand in history, Harry clears his throat before stating, "The Death Eaters have been routed and we're finally going to end this war, that doesn't mean that we're safe still. Tom's followers will still be out there and other dark witches and wizards may arise."

"All reasonable my boy," Dumbledore accepts.

Nervous, Harry looks up at Dumbledore before stating, "I've also never felt a wand that feels this… right before."

Eyes twinkling as if he was still alive, Dumbledore nods once more, "Antioch's gift was never a stick that could bring victory to its master. Gellert and myself both stated that the wand felt more of a match than wands before it. I could never have asked nor hoped for a better master for that cursed wand."

Turning to face Hermione and Ron, Harry pleads, "Please don't leak this to anyone. If ANYONE knew about Dumbledore owning the Elder Wand, our story is that I fixed my broken wand and then destroyed the Elder Wand."

Shaking their heads, Ron pipes up, "Could I hold it for a second?"

"Oh Ronald!" Hermione exclaims as she rolls her eyes.

Carefully and loosely holding the Deathstick as Harry offers it to him, Ron's face falls as no familiar warmth courses through his arm. Turning to look at Harry, Ron breaks out into a wide smile before flourishing it about for a second.

Extending his hand for Harry to take his wand back, Ron mutters, "Super wicked."

-LINE BREAK-

As the Golden Trio enter the Great Hall, a roar of applause and screams of praise boom through the ancient room. Quickly sliding his holly wand into a side holster and pushing the Elder Wand up his sleeve into his sleeve holster, Harry's assaulted with people patting him on the back, hugging him, and an overall mosh pit of people.

"Alright alright!" A barking voice shouts as Madam Pomfrey pushes through the crowd. Standing in front of Harry, Madam Pomfrey sighs, "On the bed you go."

Pointing to the makeshift hospital area in the Great Hall, three empty beds near the end of the rows suddenly turn Gryffindor gold and red. Grinning, Harry quips, "Saving the world isn't gonna get me out of this?"

Corralling Ron, Hermione, and Harry towards the beds, Madam Pomfrey tries to contain her chuckle as she replies, "Not at all Potter! If a bloody dragon three and a half years ago won't stop me, then you can be sure a silly war won't stop me either!"

Laughing as he climbs into a bed while Hermione and Ron slide into each of theirs, Harry winces as he stretches his leg. Waving her wand over him, Madam Pomfrey jests, "No clue what I'm going to do when you're gone Potter, you give me job stability!"

Sputtering and face turning red, Harry glares at her smiling face before she replies, "Very minor injuries surprisingly. Merlin knows if there'll be any lasting effects from… him."

Looking up at the ceiling, as Madam Pomfrey calls over someone, her name familiar to him. A cold, damp towel presses against his leg as Harry turns to see a blonde head of hair. "Oh good, you're awake. Mind holding this down for me? Little pressure is all it needs."

Staring at her, Harry's vision is blurred before he takes off his glasses. Shocked that he can see without them, Harry lets out a whoop causing everyone to stare at him. Flushed once more, Harry looks down slightly before waving his glasses at Ron and Hermione. Hermione, understanding, breaks out in a wide smile before turning and explaining to Ron.

Both of them face Harry and smile towards him as he sets his glasses on the nightstand. Seeing the blonde pour glasses of potions, Harry clearly sees the green and silver snake emblem of Slytherin house. Turning back to her patient, the blonde notices him staring at her chest before she glares down at him and states, "If you weren't my patient, I'd have hexed you for that."

Rolling his eyes, Harry replies, "I wasn't taking a look at those, I was taking a look at your house crest!"

"Oh," she replies as she hands him a glass of potion, "Yeah, I'm a Slytherin, so what?"

Shrugging as he gulps down the bitter tasting potion, Harry gazes at her for a second before inquiring, "Who are you?"

"Daphne Greengrass, your year, I think we've worked together in Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts before," She responds as she waves her wand over him.

Feeling the small cuts mend, Harry ponders, "So that's why you look so familiar."

Seeing tiny scars on her arms and one on her neck, he points at those and asks, "What are those from?"

Raising an eyebrow, Daphne informs, "The Carrows targeted anyone who defied… him."

Shuddering, Daphne shakes her head slightly before stating in a business-like tone, "You're all set to go, try not to strain your leg for a day or two."

Sliding off his bed, Harry replies, "Thanks for this… Daphne? Greengrass?"

Shrugging as she waves her wand to magically pack up her supplies on the nightstand, Daphne answers, "Either works."

As he's turning to exit the make-shift hospital wing, Harry is stopped as Professor McGonagall strides towards the pair. "Potter, Ms. Greengrass, a word please."

Confused, both teenagers hastily walk towards McGonagall as she smiles down at them. Pulling out two papers, McGonagall informs, "I've been offered to become the Headmistress for Hogwarts."

Eyes widened at his former head of house, Harry blurts out, "Did you accept?"

Shaking her head, eyes filled with joy behind her glasses, McGonagall informs, "I've rejected the offer as my place is, and always will be, Transfiguration. Filius was offered and accepted, never seen the man more happy."

Smiling at Professor McGonagall, Daphne asks, "So are you continuing as Deputy-Headmistress then?"

Nodding, Professor McGonagall levitates a paper in front of both teenagers. Clearing her throat, McGonagall informs, "Filius and I have both agreed to offer you positions at Hogwarts. Potter, no one can even consider anyone else besides yourself to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, even before this cursed school year."

Turning to face Daphne, smiling once more as she sees her shocked face, "Ms. Greengrass, Filius apparently informed me that you completed your N.E.W.T. during your fifth year and have been studying for your Charms mastery these past two years. He was going to award you with your mastery during your graduation. He can think of no one better to teach his old position here."

Harry sputters out, "And what of everyone else? My friends?"

"Filius and I have plans for all the current seventh years, but to share them, you'll need to accept," Professor McGonagall smirks at Harry. Seeing Harry's confused face, Professor McGonagall sighs, "Faculty secrets. Don't know why we're appointing such a dimwit."

Glaring at his former head of house, Harry slowly turns to face Daphne as he asks, "You accepting?"

Furiously nodding in response, Daphne gazes up at Professor McGonagall excitedly. Gazing at the paper, Harry sighs and accepts, "I'll do one year and see if I survive and like the post."

Waving her wand, a desk appears in front of them with two blood quills as Professor McGonagall explains, "Sign on the back, yes Potter, it is a blood quill. Most magical contracts are written in blood. Don't worry, no lasting harm will be done if you write only once in a while."

Seeing Daphne already printing her name, Harry picks up his own before he starts writing. A course of magic flows through their bodies as Professor McGonagall informs, "We meet two weeks before term starts for a review of policies, course curriculum, and for you two, training. Check-in for your office space will be on the first of August."

Motioning for the two to follow her as she waves her wand once more, the desk, papers, and quills disappearing, Professor McGonagall strides towards the staff table.

Whispers fill the Great Hall as Harry and Daphne hastily follow Professor McGonagall's brisk steps. Reaching the staff table. Professor McGonagall presses her wand to her throat before casting, "Sonorus."

Voice reverberating through the Great Hall, Professor McGonagall calls out, "May I have your attention, Filius and I have some major announcements to make."

Instantly the whispers and murmurs stop. Stepping up to the phoenix lectern, Professor McGonagall cancels the spell and states, "The board of governors have nominated Filius Flitwick as Headmaster of Hogwarts. Please give a round of applause for our new Headmaster!"

Stepping away from the lectern as the former Charms professor steps up, the Great Hall filled with claps and cheers, the lectern magically resizing for him, Headmaster Flitwick informs, "Firstly, thank you all for such a congratulations. My first order of business is to reinstate Quidditch!"

Instantly the crowd exploded in cheers. Raising her wand, McGonagall needed to fire three spells to silence the hall. Chuckling, Flitwick continues as he stares around, seeing many seventh years saddened by the news, "Yes yes, we're all excited. This leads to my second order of business. Due to poor education under the Death Eaters, the board of governors will allow seventh years to come back next year to retake their N.E.W.T.'s. Their higher score will be the final score."

A select number of excited whoops and cheers are heard as clapping fills the halls once more. Clearing his throat as the hall silences once more, Flitwick motions towards Harry and Daphne. Grinning back at them before turning to face the crowd, Flitwick informs, "Staff positions for History of Magic and Muggle Studies will be filled this summer. Professor Slughorn will continue his post as Potions Master here at Hogwarts."

Once again, polite clapping fills the hall as Slughorn smiles at the crowd. Motioning for Harry and Daphne to step up to him, Flitwick continues, "For Charms Professor, I am happy to announce our own student, Professor Daphne Greengrass!"

Polite clapping is heard once more but this time, whispers fill the hall as people speculate about why Harry is up there. The more intuitive students stare at Harry in shock as Hermione stares in pride at her best friend and brother in all but blood.

Coughing, Flitwick motions towards Harry and states, "As some of you can figure, Mr. Potter here has accepted the post of Defense Against the Dar-"

The loudest cheering of the speech reverberates through the ancient halls as Flitwick blasts seven explosions into the air to silence the crowd. Continuing, Flitwick states, "Yes yes, we are all happy Professor Harry Potter has accepted to teach here. Lastly, as I am Headmaster, a new Head of Ravenclaw will be announced at the starting feast, as will the two vacant professor positions."

Stepping away as Harry and Daphne embarrassingly step off the raised platform, clapping and praise are blasted in their ears. Looking at Daphne, Harry asks, "What comes next?"


A/N:

Hi friends! Not much to say but please R&R if you liked this. Stay tuned for chapter 2!

For those who care, All Roads Lead to Rome and Scars and Slashes are not on hiatus or discontinued, both have chapters pending and I hope you enjoy those as well!

Re-upload cause FFN was not happy for some reason on June 15th, 2023.