I'm so sorry. This chapter ended up going passed my goal in the number of pages and I still hadn't gotten to the part where I describe what Teacher Harry looks like, I may never get to that now. Lol I appreciate all the comments I have gotten with this story. There is one... that one where they mention a rare pairing would be Harry with a girl. I just want to ask them if their filters are on. Haha cuz there is a lot of Harry and Bella. A lot of Harry and Alice. However, you do have a point and saying Harry/Jasper isn't a rare pairing.

NOW, Harry and Emmett is. I remember reading one and only one. Never found it again and to this day I am still keeping an eye out for it as I want to continue reading it. Help me keep an eye out guys. I liked that story. Even unfinished, I'd read it again.

With love,

~Loner

"Hold on," Hermione's face scrunched up in mock horror in the fireplace later that evening when he floo called her to tell her about the new developments in his life, "they actually," she emphasized the word 'actually,' "want you to become a teacher?"

Harry's own face was twisted in disgust at the idea. "Exactly!" He exclaimed in relief, glad someone finally got his pain.

"But, Harry," she began, "You don't know the first thing about children!"

She was right, of course. No matter what age they were talking about, anyone who hadn't gone to war at the age 16 was strange to Harry. He didn't relate to … untramatized people. " I know!" Harry was pleased he called the right person. If anyone understood Harry's plight, it would be the woman who has known him since he was 11. She knew Harry had a bad temperament, even before the war. She, also, knew he was under strict mental health monitoring since after the war.

Harry couldn't really live a normal life or rather a normal muggle life. He needed to release his magic at the minimum of twice a week or it would build up until it lost control with his emotions causing a huge scene. Harry wasn't stable. Yet, they wanted to release him into a classroom full of children. Granted, they would be high schoolers, but, for Harry and Hermione, they were still children.

Harry ran a hand through his hair, glazing off to the left of Hermione's image in his fireplace. "They said it was because it was a group of muggle vampires now. That they didn't know what their intentions are. And while they seem to be harmless as of right now, they don't want to take the chance of one or more going into a bloodlust. " Harry sighed, collapsing on his couch in front of the fireplace. Sometimes, Harry thought the Wizarding World was quite backwards. He understood most things, such as electronics not working with magic, thus the mid-evil feel of the place. Other times, he didn't get it. The Wizarding World thought they were the evolved form of the muggles, thus looked down on them. However, god forbid, something remotely magical harm their lesser forms, though.

Harry didn't understand why they didn't just let the muggle vampires into the society. After all, magical vampires, or real vampires depending on who you talk to, ran around the Wizarding World causing mayhem every other day. Harry even said as much to Hermione.

"Oh, Harry," the woman rolled her eyes at him, "Muggle vampires are the squibs of the Vampire race," she explained. "The vampire race see them as defective. A majority of the muggle vampires don't even have any abilities and those that do are limited in what they can do. However, none of them can see the magical world."

Harry blinked. Oh, yeah. Now that he thought about it, Jasper couldn't see the magical world, either, the few times they had been near it. He had forgotten about that. "Why though? Aren't they a magical creature too?"

Hermione shook her head. "In some cases they can't be considered a magical creature. Just like squib witches and wizards aren't considered magical. They have enough magic in their bodies to not be considered a muggle but not enough magic to be used as a witch or wizard would."

Harry nodded, sort of understanding now. "Then, what about the muggle vampires who have abilities outside the norm? Why aren't they considered magical."

Hermione shrugged. "I don't really know. There isn't anything written about it. The best I can come up with is: it's like with squibs. Some squibs can still make potions but that doesn't qualify as a magical trait because they are using the power of outside their own combined with what their own bodies natural power. From what I have read, muggle vampires with abilities get the ability they are strongest trait amplified by the vampire virus. Technically, the Vampire virus is a magical element. Thus, muggle vampires are using an outside magical power and combining it with their own natural power to strengthen it into an ability."

"Huh. The more you know, I guess." Harry didn't really, but his interest had diminished halfway through Hermione's speech. Why couldn't Hermione just say magical vampires are the vampire equivalent of a pureblood and leave it at that? Why did everything have to turn into a teaching moment with her? Harry mentally rolled his eyes.

Harry pulled his car into the teacher designated parking area. After pulling the emergency break up, just incase, he froze. Then, after a minute where his brain just disconnected and rebooted, Harry groaned and leaned his forehead on the steering wheel in front of him, exhaustion hitting him hard.

He had tried. He really had. He had even gone so far as to pull his social status card to get out of doing this. He even threatened to quit… again. None of it worked. Now, after driving from the airport, getting lost 3 times looking for this tiny little town, Harry was beginning to understand why his only option was to be a teacher and why the coven of vampires decided to settle here. There was nothing here. This place was one step above being a ghost town . It was smaller than any magical city Harry had ever heard of.

Harry lifted his head to look at the school building from over his steering wheel, Harry groaned again. Nose practically touching the steering wheel, Harry glared. This place was the smallest school he had ever seen, including his old elementary school where everything was shrunk down to accommodate to the small students roaming the halls.

Tapping on his car window cause Harry to shift his glare from the school building in front to the person who had the audacity to touch his car while he was still there to see it. The heavy set red-haired woman just smiled politely at him through the window. She motioned for Harry to roll down the window like she didn't know automatic widows didn't roll down when the car was turned off.

Oh my god, Harry mentally panicked as he watched the woman roll her hand in a circle motion that mimicked rolling down a window in an old classic car from the 80's (at the minimum). This place is almost worse than the Wizarding World. At least, the Wizarding World didn't even have cars to be behind the eras with.

With no other choice, Harry made a shooing motion with his hand, trying to tell the woman to move so he could open the door. When she finally did step back, Harry pushed open the door and crawled out.

"You must be the new teacher," the woman began speaking before Harry even had both feet on the pavement, "I'm Shelly Cope."

Harry nodded to the woman. "Harry Black." He didn't reach out to shake her hand or of the polite gestures one usually did during introductions, even his tone was decidedly neutral.

The woman continued her one sided small talk with Harry as he patted his pocket, making sure he had everything, and straightened his coat. The weather here reminded him a lot of Britain: cloudy, muggy, and constantly threatening everyone with rain just to remind everyone their day could get worse if it so felt like it.

"I am the head secretary in the front office."

Harry suspended she was the only secretary in the whole school, it was so small.

"If you ever need anything, " she continued, falling after him as he made his way to the doors of the school, "all you have to do is ask me. I know the school like the back of my hand."

Harry guessed she was also the president of the gossip club, which, going off the size of the town, included the towns folks.

Harry nodded along to the guiding teacher assigned to show him around and to his new class room as the guy talked about the facilities and the students. He had already zoned the guy out figuring that, compared to Hogwarts, a muggle school wasn't that complicated and students were students. He didn't need to know everyone's life story from the moment they were born. He just needed to know the ones in his class. However, seeing as he didn't have a class roster yet, he didn't particularly care about that yet, either.

When the guy finally did stop yapping at him and left, Harry was left staring at the pre-decorated (a welcome gift from the teachers) walls of his new class room in a daze.

He was really doing this wasn't he?

The first day of real school had all the students pouring into the school like a tidal wave. The y naturally began to form their own click groups almost immediately after storming the doors, making their way to their lockers. They chatted loudly to each other, sharing what they did over the school break and the new rumors in the town. Harry's name spread from one person's lips to the next, some in excitement of something new and others in dread because of the unknown.

Harry sat in his classroom, leaned over the desk, chin on one of his hands as sharp eyes behind square framed glasses watched the students pass by. It wasn't yet time for classes, so the only form of entertainment for him was watching the sea of faces pass by his room. He was getting some mild amusement at watching the students curve around his door like they were avoiding walking into a wall. Of course, it may or may not have been because of the notice-me-not spell he had silently casted on the space around his door. He didn't want any of those giggling balls of sunshine anywhere near him outside of class time.

Within the crowd of students the Cullen family, plus Bella, made their way into the school building, ignoring the way the normal humans subconsciously moved out of their way. The family of vampires seemed to unconsciously surround the only human in the group, pushing Jasper, the least controlled member of the group of vampires, to the outer edge furthest from Bella (not that Jasper minded any). It seemed no matter where he ended up in the group, though, Alice was always right next to him, keeping him company, almost protective in her guard of him.

Just before the group begin to break off into their own little groups to head to their lockers, Jasper stopped walking, feeling like he just passed through a bubble of sort. All of the sudden, he relaxed like he had just walked in from the cold. The emotions around him quieted, and he could finally feel his own emotions like no one was around for miles.

It took him a few minutes for him to realize, outside his own, there was another's emotions gently knocking on his ability, almost like it was caressing him in an Intimate way: irritation, resignation, defeat, disgust.

Jasper tilted his head upwards, instinctively knowing the source of the outside emotions were coming from the floor above. He had felt this phenomenon once before. Back before he had joined up with the Cullen family.

There's no way he is here, Jasper thought, complicated emotions swelling up in his heart: excitement, fear, reluctance, longing.

"Jasper," Alice's fairy like voice pulled him from his thoughts.

Looking at the petite woman next to him, Jasper realize not just Alice, but all of the Cullen's were staring at him. Only one, Edward, knew exactly what he was thinking though. The knowing look standing out amongst the others confused looks. Even Alice was carrying a confused look with worry shining through.

"It's nothing," he said, even though, it was something. "Come on, let's get to class."

Never in all his years had Harry ever put any thought into his actual age. He knew as a wizard he aged slower than muggles, so he had never given age a thought in the grand scheme of things. He was just a baby to most of the Wizarding World (A baby warrior sure, but still a baby). However, as he stood in front of the white board that he had written his name in big, chicken scratch like writing (you try writing with a quill for as long as he had then suddenly writing with a utensil as thick as a nickel and heavier then a father and see how well it goes), staring out over the crowd, Harry realized just how young he looked for his 30 something years of age. He may not have been able to completely blend in with the students, but he sure the hell looked like he fell into their age range.

It was kind of strange for him, being surrounded by people who looked like they could be his fellow peers in the work force, only for them to not actually be old enough to be his peer. Even during their introductions (as the first day in muggle school was never about actual school work like in the magical world, apparently), the children spoke with this oddly ignorant tone, in some cases, their voice would break giving away their physically youthful bodies.

It all made his roll as a teacher that much more irritating. Sometimes, he would find himself wanting to say something sarcastic to a child, like he would to his co-worker in the field, only to stop upon seeing the clear, innocent eyes looking back at him. It was always the eyes that stopped him from acting on his impulse to mess with the kids. After the Wizarding War, everyone, even the younger generation, carried a dark stain in their eyes. The kind of stain that spoke of seeing too much. Harry likened it to seeing an old person's eyes. These children didn't carry that stain, and it made Harry all the more uncomfortable.

Even if Harry wanted to make friends among the students, he knew he couldn't. He supposed, that's what was going to make him a good teacher in the end.

Mr. Black was said to be young, much younger than they would expect for a teacher. So, many went into the class thinking it would be a breeze and the atmosphere would be relaxed. They were all surprised to find out how wrong they were.

Harry Black was an odd teacher. He was neither funny, easy going, nor strict. If anything, the students who had already had a class with him described him as strict, no nonsense kind of teacher. He didn't smile, neither warmly or politely, nor laugh at any of the jokes that made even the coldest of teachers laugh. During most of the student introductions, the new teacher stood at the front of the class (subconsciously) like a drill Sargent. After someone finished their introductions, he would nod to the person and call out "next" in a harsh manner that held no room for arguments (subconsciously channeling his days as the leader of the DA in war).

By the time lunch time came around, Harry' 4th class for the day practically ran from the room. They didn't even bother to keep up appearances.

In the cafeteria, gossip was already spreading like wild fire.

"Aw, man," one boy groaned after hearing about the new Math Class from his friend, "I have that class after lunch." The boy pouted as the friend on the other side of him patted his shoulder.

"I'm so glad I tested out of that class," the female across from the boy sighed in relief. She had thought she would have been made fun of by her peers for taking the time out of her summer to take summer courses. Now, she was just happy to not be sharing in the misery of her friends.

A pretty, blonde female student who was sitting behind the student who just spoke, heard the girl, and looked back. The eavesdropping girl scooted her chair back to lean in to the other's ear. "I hear, though," she whispered in the girls ear, "that Mr. Black has a wild appearance though."

The started girl turned to find Lauren Mallory. The girl gave Lauren a strange look, wondering why the second most beautiful girl in the school was even talking to her. "So?" She wondered what the girl was up too.

"So," the girl, Lauren, smirked mischievous at her, "Don't you want to go see?"

The girl shook her head: no. If Lauren wanted to go try her luck flirting with the lump of wood that was masquerading as a teacher, the girl was more than welcome to try. Alone. With out her.

Lauren brushed her hair behind her ear and sighed. She wanted to go see this new teacher for herself, but she didn't have his class. She had thought if she just graced her attention upon one of the random no bodies, she would be able to pull them into going with her to see if this Mr. Black was as handsome as they said. Looks like she had miss calculated.