Authors note: I may take this entire section and make it into a story all it's own

Six: The Wardrob

As it went, he didn't have to wait long. Night fell quickly and he waited with the teachers at the front of the castle.

"Are you the defense against the dark arts teacher?" Flitwick asked, extending a hand.

"Professor Flitwick? I'm Harry...Potter...student?" Flitwick jumped back and starred wide-eyed at the boy.

"Harry m'boy...I didn't recognize you at all!"

"Besides, Remus is coming back." McGonnagle added, tossing Harry an amused grin. Flitwick blanched."I like what you've done with yourself, Harry. You and Draco both, but you really need to eat more." Harry blushed a little and tossed his hair slightly, watching the crowd approach the castle. Draco who was standing a few feet away cast Harry an 'I told you so' smirk, getting a smiliar one right back as Madam Hooch asked Draco the same question Flitwick had asked Harry. Draco blushed softly and corrected the woman. Hooch gave him a once over and complemented his appearence before getting the same comment about Remus from McGonnagle. Harry spoted Ron and Hermione, who were appereantly look for someone-probably him-and made his way to them.

"Hey!" Ron coward and looked up at him, shaking slightly.

"Are you a new teacher here?" Harry could have feignted.

"Do I really look that bloody different?!" Ron starred at him in confusion and Hermione had that look she got when she was going to attach herself to a teacher and make damn sure they knew what an intelligent capable student she was. Harry sighed and pulled back his bangs, revealing his lightning bolt scar. Ron jumped.

"Harry!" He stared incredulously and Hermione broke into laughter. "Oh, my god! What have you done! You look...wow...I mean...you look good...I...wow!" Harry laughed and ruffled Ron's hair. He was officially taller than his friend, and much taller than Hermione. Ron glarred at him and straightened his hair. Harry chuckled deeply and motioned that they should go into the hall.

"Harry? May I borrow a moment of your time?" Harry stepped aside and allowed Dumbledore to pull him out of the stream of students. "Harry I just recived an owl from Remus...I'm sure you heard that I managed to convince him to come back to work....but he ran into a bit of trouble and won't be able to make it for a while. He suggested you would be able to fill in for him for a while." Harry sucked his breath in sharply.

"What kind of trouble?" He asked finally.

"Doubtlessly nothing serious. You would of course receive credit and even extra credits for as long as your on the staff. I'm sure we could even work out some sort of payroll..."

"No, that's not neccessary. How would I get my other classes done though?"

"I've already talked to everyone except Severus, and they are all willing to give you credit for their class until Remus gets here, and of course they will catch you up when you rejoin the student body." Harry looked unsure.

"I don't know..."

"It's of course your decision...but I need an answer soon...like now." Harry took a deep breath, closed his eyes and plundged into the mess head-first.

"Alright." Dumbledore smiled in gratitude and lead Harry through the crowd toward the teacher's table. "Wait, you go talk to Snape, I need to talk to Ron and Hermione or they'll be really upset that they didn't find out before everyone else." Dumbledore nodded and left Harry in the middle of the great hall. Harry pulled Ron and Hermione to one side and told them the situation.

"We'll never get through the sorting with you sitting up there! No one will be able to pay attention or anything."

"No one recognizes me. It will be fine." Harry assured them, and noticing the first years in the hall, he hurried to the front of the room. Draco shot him a quizzical expression and he returned with an 'I'll explain later' and an apologetic shrug. Snape caught him on the way to the table.

"Do you think you can do this, Potter?" Harry almost snapped at him out of reflex, but Snape's tone suggested that he was actually worried if Harry could pull it off. Harry nodded and smiled at him tensly. Snape nodded in return and led Harry to his seat. As the first years filied into the room, Harry did his best to look official. Severus leaned over until his lips were nearly on Harry's ear.

"You're starting to look like me. Be careful, I think you're scarring them more than I am. I don't like competion." Harry was momentairly shocked, then terrified. Then he realized Severus was kidding and chuckled softly. "We need to work on the wardrob though." Harry stifled his laughter and glarred at Snape who simply leaned back in his chair and did his best to contest Harry's suprisingly apt glare. When all the first years were seated, Dumbledore stood.

"Alright, I have a few announcements, and a few other teachers do as well. First, welcome back to Hogwarts for another year, and for those of you that are new, I hope you settle in well. You're housemates will show you the ropes, look to the second and seventh years as they tend to be more compassionate." He stopped and smiled at the students who laughed a little nervously. "Without further adue, Proffessor Snape has a few things to say." Severus stepped foreword and surveyed the students. The first years shrank into their seats as the professor began to prowl across the stage.

"As my current seventh years know, you had a summer project. They will be collected at the beggining of your first legitimate class, they will be graded and tested in front of the school." There was general groan that Severus stilled with a glare. "That's all I have to say at that moment. Dumbledore?" The headmaster took center stage again.

"Well, short and to the point as you will find of our dear potion's master." He smiled at Severus and then turned back to the group. "I have a new teacher to introduce to you. This is our defense against the dark arts proffessor, Mr. Potter." The room errupted with shocked gasps. Harry stood slowly and waved while Dumbledore continued to speak. "Mr. Potter will be filling in for Proffessor Lupin for a short time." Dumbledore continued "He will be on the staff for the time being, and you will be treating him as a member of the staff, not as that of the student body." He warned staunchly. "Harry, do you have anything to say?" Harry shook his head and sat again. Flitwick leaned over his chair.

"Guess you are the defense against the dark arts teacher, huh?" He winked and Harry smiled at him, also amused at the irony. Dumbledore made his usual comments and sat down bidding, the feast to begin. Harry was engaged in many conversations, but mostly found himself wishing he were down with Hermione and Ron. Just as Harry was getting up to leave, Dumbledore pulled him aside again, also taking Severus by the arm. Harry was suprised to find that he could now look straight into Severus' eyes; it made his posistion a little more comfortable.

"Alright, Harry, that warning was also for you. You are to treat the students as students as long as your teaching do you understand?" Harry nodded wordlessly. "Alright, my second point is tied in with the first. Since you are now officially a teacher for the moment, I'm going to move you into a teacher's quarters, you'll probably be left there for the year unless you can develop an efficient argument otherwise. Your quarters are in the dungeons, and since I know you don't know the lower levels well, I've asked Severus to show you to your rooms." Harry almost pointed out that he probably knew the 'lower levels' of the school better than any one with the exception of Voldermort himself, but held his tongue and allowed Severus to lead him out of the room.

"Well, welcome to the staff, Potter." Snape commented, leading him down a hall Harry had never noticed before that lead straight to the dungeons. "My quaters are there...if you ever find use for that information, you have it." Snape's voice was dry and almost scornful, but Harry caught the undercurrent translating to, 'if you ever need to talk to me, you know where I am'. He excepted this change in his potion's master, and said nothing. Two halls down a few twists later, they came to a stairwell hidden by a a stone gargoyal. "Here are your chambers. I'll come and get you at six tomorrow, as you need to be at the staff meeting tomorrow." Harry wanted to protest the early hours, but didn't. Instead he thanked Snape with a slight incline and moved up the stairs concious of Severus' eyes on his back. "And Potter? Do you have more suitable robes than those provided by the school?" Harry thought for a moment, but since the only place he actually wore robes was at school, he didn't. Severus sighed. "They'll have to do for tomorrow. We'll go to Diagon Alley tomorrow and put a more suitable wordrobe together." Harry almost missed the actual content of the message when it hit him that Snape-Snape-was being nice to him. Stunned, he nodded and watched the other proffessor head back to his rooms. Harry climed the spiral stairs and found himself facing a potrait of a knight on horseback.

"Who goes there!? Friend or foe!?" The knight screamed upon seeing Harry.

"Harry Potter. Friend." The knight lowered his lance and pulled his visor up.

"Ah, Mr. Potter, yes, I've been expecting you. You need to think of a password, Mr. Potter." Harry thought about it for a moment, but wasn't in the mood for thinking up passwords.

"I really can't think of one right now."

"How about I give you one for tonight, and you change it when you think of one?" Harry nodded and the knight's eyes narrowed in thought. "How about....custard?" Harry stiffled his laughter.

"That's easy enough. Sounds like one Neville would make up!" The knight was momentarily confused, but laughed anyway and let Harry into his room. The room was pleasent, a fire already going in the fireplace. It was warm and moderatly large, not to mention private. Appearently, he even had his own bathroom, though it wasn't much. He looked around the room and took into the desk, already pilled with papers. The chairs infront of the fireplace, the shelves of books-most of which being on the dark arts-and the large comfortable looking bed. Harry sighed and located his chest at the foot of the bed. There was a note on the top from Hagrid promising that Hedwig had been taken care of. Harry was glad that she had been but was more in need of sleep, so he opened the chest and found his night clothes. He didn't look at any of the papers, he didn't check any of the books, he only pulled the curtains around his bed and fell into it, gratefully falling asleep.

Harry woke to the sound of a bugle.

"What the hell?!" He hissed, pulling his head off his pillow. The knight was standing in the frame across from his bed, the instrument held to his lips.

"Delightful instrument really." He decided wonderingly.

"What do you think you're doing?!" Harry demanded.

"Well, Mr. Potter, it's time for you to get up. Proffessor Snape asked that I wake you up at five thirty since he figured you wouldn't set your alarm..." Harry waved off further explanations and stood groggily. "Well, I guess I'll see you after class...you know there is a frame in your classroom...perhaps I'll drop by?" Harry didn't care if the knight dropped by or not, he just wanted the armoured man out of his room.

"I'll have to remember to turn that around..." Harry muttered, yawning largely.

After a long shower, Harry sat to finding some clothing. Dressed in his Hogwarts uniform when there was a knock at the door.

"It's Proffessor Snape...should I let him in?"

"Yes, of course." The potrait shifted and Severus stepped into the room.

"I appreciated the wake up call...where did he get that damnable thing anyway?"

"Borowed it, I believe." Severus seem mildly amused, as his eyes ran up and down Harry's figure. "Definitly need a new wardrob....come with me..." Harry followed Severus to the other man's quarters where he was thrown a simple plain black robe without the Hogwarts insignia. "You'll be over run the first day if you show up in your school uniform." Severus explained, once again pushing him out the door and in the general direction of the staff room. "You have to be strict and stern the first day, or they'll never respect you in the slightest, and believe me you'll have hell to deal with if they don't respect you. And don't be too nice." Harry was surprised at the advice, but excepted it gratefully. Sitting at the table nibbling on a muffin and smiling at Severus' sarcastic remarks, he realized that his distrust and hate of the man had completely evaporated. It was odd the way Snape and Draco had both crawled under his skin. He was smiling softly at the thought when Dumbledore suddenly made his appearance.

"I see you've made it Mr. Potter...or shall I say proffessor Potter? Has a nice ring to it doesn't it?" Harry made a face and shrugged indifferently, following the headmaster with his eyes as the older man found his seat and ruffled through a set of papers.

"Okay, this will be a short meeting, mostly to fill proffessor Potter in." Though Harry didn't really mind being called proffessor, the sound of it attached to his name unearved him and he shifted a little uncomfortably in his seat. Dumbledore caught Harry's discomfort and smiled slightly. "Alright, Harry. As you know we have seven classes a day. You have a schedual in front of you, your first and second classes today are the seventh years..." Dumbledore locked him with a stare, and Harry got the point 'don't be baised, and remember you are a teacher now' for the next fifteen minutes the various teachers gave him advice, do's and don'ts-mostly don'ts-and subtle warnings on everything from the chalk bords to the students. "Anyone else? No? Alright, that concludes the meeting, I suppose we best get to breakfast before the student body starts missing us."

"Oh, Harry, don't forget to collect the projects from your first period." Severus reminded him on the way to the great hall.

"I have a question about that actually. There was no defense against the dark arts section in the summer assignment, and I'm wondering why we would get a grade for something we didn't do." Severus smirked.

"The DADA portion is the test. They will be graded by each subject teacher-you and I get the pleasure of grading the papers-and we'll be testing them and you get to grade that particular section." Harry got the distinct impression that it wouldn't be pleasent, but said nothing more on the matter for the time being as they were all filing into the hall and ultimately, to their seats. Breakfast was more or less uneventfull, but Harry was more than aware of all the stares being shot at him, so he tried to ignore them.

"Hey Potter! Are you sleeping with Snape?!" Some nameless person screamed over the general breakfast din. Harry stopped dead, fork halfway to his mouth. Severus suddenly started laughing, short and mirthless. Harry brought the fork the rest of the way to his mouth and chose to ignore the comment to the best of his ability. The staff table was full of soft chuckles, and even Dumbledore spared a smile but said nothing. The room slowly returned to their discussions and Harry watched for a moment before deciding to head to his class early.

The classroom hadn't changed at all, but there was something about knowing that the classroom was his that made him see it differently. Harry walked to the front of the room and ran a hand across the desk, before falling into the chair. Even though it looked like it wasn't even remotly comfortable, it turned out to be quite the opposite and Harry sank into it for a moment. That's when it actually hit him that he was teaching and he realized he had nothing to teach.

"Oh...so not good." He began frantically searching through the desk when his eyes fell on a book self. The book shelf turned out to contain numerous class sets of reading materials as well as every current text book. He sighed in relief and located the seventh year text. For the first time he was glad that he had been locked into a closet and thus had read all his text books cover to cover at least once. He was still flipping through the pages when his first student came through the door. Draco.

"Class doesn't start for ten minutes yet." Harry told him, looking up from the book.

"I know...I just needed to talk to you. Why didn't you tell me you were teaching?" Draco did seem hurt, his stormy eyes clouding over a little.

"I only knew five minutes before you did." Draco seemed skeptical, but relived as he approached the desk. "I love the Snape robes by the way." Harry looked down and blushed.

"He said my school uniform was inapproprate. I'm going to Diagon Alley for a more proper wardrob after school today." Draco tossed a glance at the door and leaned over the desk to capture Harry's lips in a quick kiss.

"I missed you." He explained, blushing softly. Harry smiled and ran a finger down Draco's cheek.

"I missed you too....please take your seat Mr. Malfoy." Draco was stunned at Harry's sudden change in tone, but the dramatic look Harry gave him prompted him to turn around. Ron, Hermione, and Neville were walking into the room. Ron was posistively glarring at him.

"No problem, Proffessor Potter." He sneered.

"And don't you forget it!" Ron screamed at him.

"Ron...! Mr. Weasly...Ronald...just take your seat." Draco laughed at Harry's fumble and Harry glarred at him, then took a deep breath as if to calm his nerve when he really wanted to burst into laughter. The remainder of the class filled in shortly after and hovered around their customary seats. Harry's lips tipped upward in a gentle smirk; everyone was still in their same seats from the year before.

"Alright class..." When no one but maybe Hermione, Ron and a select few Griffindors quieted he remembered what Severus had said that morning. You have to be strict and stern your first day...And don't be too nice. Drawing in all his substantial air, he slammed his book on his desk. "Be silent and take your seats!" He barked. The class was stunned; they had never seen Harry in such a state. Needless to say, the class was quiet in a matter of moments. "Let's get one thing clear now. I may be your age, but I am your teacher and you will respect that. I could care less if you like me or not, I will not tollorate disrespect in this classroom. You will resepect me and you will respect your peers. Is that understood?!" His tone was so cold, his expression equally so that the class sunk further into their seats. Harry locked them with his best perfected Snape glare. "As I was saying... As you all know, I just landed in this job less than twelve hours ago. Needless to say I don't have any kind of syllabus; you will have one by your next class. However, that does not mean you will not be doing anything in this class today. I assume you've all brought your text books...?" There was a rustle running through the room as text books were taken out of satchels. "Though I would hope that you as students would have had the insight to read the text on your own over the summer, I know ninty percent of you haven't so we will be reading quietly today. However, first I need to collect your summer projects." Harry walked back behind his desk and pulled out his attendance roll "Alright....yes, Neville?" The boy swallowed hard; though he had changed a lot physically-he had grown into his frame and looked quite good-he hadn't changed much elsewhere.

"I forgot my project..." a general groan and ripple of laughter ran through the room and Harry did his best to glare instead of laugh, but it came out somewhere in between. He took a deep breath a motioned him to the front of the room. Neville moved catiously to Harry's desk while the new proffessor took a quill and jar of black ink from the desk.

"I'm not going to bite you...too hard." Neville's eyes grew wide and he stopped dead in his tracks. Am I really that intimidating? "Calm down, Longbottom, I'm joking. Here, go get your project. However, for future refrance, if you ever come to my class unprepared again I will deduct points from your house-and no, I will not hesisitate to detuct points from my own house. That goes for all of you." Neville was shaking so badly that when he took the note, some of the wet ink flicked across Harry's desk. Harry growled, and could have sworn Neville paled two shades. He watched the boy leave the room, then laughed softly.

"Lisa Aaron? Would you and your partener come up and drop off your projects." The two girls came to the front of the room and set the projects on his desk. He marked that they had been turned in and continued calling names. He had finished the list and instructed the class to open their books to the first chapter and take notes while they read when Neville came bursting back in. He had obviously been running, but like the jock he had become, he wasn't even winded. Harry just stopped himself from making a mocking comment and filled Neville in on what he was supposed to be doing. "All bronze and no brains..." He muttered under his breath, the comment unheard by his class. He had settled down with his quill and parchment and was skimming through the book and writting out a quick syllabus. When the bell rang, the class was quick to pack up and get out of the class. Having only ten minutes until his next class, he continued the syllabus.

"Mr. Potter? Fast at work." Harry spun in shock.

"Severus! How...?" Then his eyes opened wide. Severus. Not Snape, but Severus. The potion's master noticed this too and though he hiked an eyebrow, he said nothing.

"Our classrooms are connected by way of a secret passage. Rumour is that the first potions and DADA proffessors were lovers, they had the passage built so they could see eachother during breaks. I peeked in on the first five minutes of your class, and I must say, not bad at all. I guess all my years of callous instruction wore off on you. It was particularly amusing the way you had Mr. Longbottom trembling." He laughed shortly and shook his head. "Just a suggestion, don't use your student's first names if you can avoid it." Harry sighed and leaned further back into his chair and massaged his shoulder muscles.

"I hope Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff aren't so bad. I really don't want to yell at anyone else today."

"Oh, you will. And be firm with the first years. I know it makes you out to be a real bastard, but then you can get a little more leniant without them noticing; as long as you don't go from being a bastard to a powder puff in a day." He warned, but students were starting to trickle into the classroom, so he turned to leave. "And I've already collected this class' projects, by the way." He threw over his shoulder before walking out of the room. Harry took a deep breath and let it out in a rush as the bell rang and none of the students had even gotten anywhere near something resembling sitting.

"Locate a seat and put your rear in it!" He snapped above the quickly rising din. Startled, the students turned to him questioningly. "Any damn seat, just find one and sit down!" They hurried to the closest seat and sat expectantly. Harry glarred at them and sighed again; it was going to be a long day.

His third period was sixth year Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff and he was more than happy to watch his students head to lunch. Looking at his pitiful excuse for a seventh year syllabus, he decided to skip lunch and headed for his office, locking it securly and falling into the desk.

Harry was just finishing his rough draft of a syllabus when a gargoyle suddenly twitched and stepped aside. Harry glarred at it, his wand out and pointed at the passage that was revealed to be behing the statue.

"Don't shot." Harry let out his breath and smiled.

"Draco, don't sneak up on me like that." Harry admonished, putting his wand down and leaning back in his chair. Draco smiled and sauntered across the room.

"Did I tell you how good you look in those robes?" He purred, climbing up on Harry's lap.

"You said something resembling that." Harry surrendered to Draco's touch gratefully, letting his lover explore his mouth.

"I didn't know how much I had come to rely on you being there when I wake up until this morning." Draco whispered, smoothing Harry's hair back.

"Yes, I missed you this morning too..." He might have said more, but there was a knock at his door. Draco cursed, kissed Harry hurriedly and ran back across the room and into the passage.

"I'll see you later. I'm going to head to lunch." He said blowing a kiss to his lover before turning and hurrying down the passage. The gargoyle moved back into place silently and Harry smoothed down his robes and pulled the door open.

"Ron? Hermione?" The two pushed into the room without permission and sat on the couch. Harry shrugged and left the door open.

"We missed you at lunch. You're too thin to be skipping meals you know." Hermione told him matter of factly. Harry laughed softly and gestured to his desk.

"Too much work."

"My god Harry! If I didn't know any better, I would say you'd been studing you teching technique from Snape! Neville was still scared shitless when we left!" Ron seemed more amused than anything, but there was a slight undercurrent of dissaproval.

"Well, I didn't have much choice, if you know what I mean...."

"You did wonderfully, Harry." Hermione interrupted, shotting a glare at Ron. "Anyway. From the looks of you and Draco, I can tell that your summer was crap, but I'm going to ask anyway. How was your summer?" Harry laughed and took off his glasses for a moment to rub his eyes.

"You're right. It was crap." He considered telling them about Draco, but decided against it. "We got locked in the closet for the entire summer." Ron's jaw dropped.

"You got locked in that little closet with Malfoy for three months!" Harry nodded,

"And spent the last week in Hogsmead with our him and Snape." If possible, Ron's eyes got larger and Hermione laughed a little.

"I feel so sorry for you, Harry. Did you at least get your project done?" Harry nodded.

"And how did yours go?" Hermione and Ron exchanged glances. "Well, the paper was nothing, but the rest.....it was so hard...I don't think we did it right." Harry's eyes opened wide at Hermione's addmission and he wisely chose not to point out that he and Draco had completed their's easily. Harry sat with Hermione and Ron until the bell rang talking about the summer. He found that at some point Ron and Hermione had starting going out and he congradulated them heartily once again considering bringing up Draco, but didn't.

"You two better get to class." He told them, gently ushering them out the door. His first years were just starting to trickle into the room and stopped to watch as Ron and Hermione waved goodbye before leaving the room.

"You were right, they were absolutly awful!" Harry complained, messaging his shoulders and falling into a winged chair in front of Snape's fireplace. "Were we that bad?"

"First years alway are. They don't even realize they do it I think. Are you ready to go? As good as you look in my robes, I'm sure you have a style all your own you wish to present to your students." Harry hauled himself wearily out of the chair and stretched.

God, he's sure a different person when you get to know him. Just like Draco. Why didn't I do this a long time ago? Severus laughed softly and carefully slid an arm around Harry's waist. Without warning, Snape apparated to Diagon Alley.

"Do you need to visit Gringots?" Harry shook his head; he had taken an ample amount of gold out of the wizarding bank when they had gone school shopping. "Alright then, I have some buisness to attend. I'll meet you here in two hours?" Harry nodded his assent and took a quick glance over the area, before finally settling his eyes on Severus' retreating back.

Harry emerged on the street corner to find Severus waiting patiently for him. Harry was dressed casually in a light blue robe, Severus' loner hanging over one arm, and both arms and hands full of packages. Severus rushed foreword to relieve him of them, but when he tried to look inside, Harry batted at him.

"It's a surprise. You'll see tomorrow." Harry admonished lightly. Severus growled, but slid an arm into Harry's and apparated back to the school.

Harry had skipped breakfast in favour of completing some work in his room, his new robes hanging out of sight. Sighing an messaging his shoulders he looked up at the clock and smiled. It really was time for him to get dressed he mused. Smirking maliciously, he gathered his papers in a neat pile, called up the charm he had learned just the night before and sent his papers to his desk in his classroom. He then got up, gathered his robes and carefully slid them on.

Harry came charging into the room with a flourish, long rooms flowering behind him menicingly, and Severus' jaw nearly dropped. Harry was dressed almost completely in black. He had a tight black silk longsleved shirt on, an emerald vest studded with elabrate silken patterns of silver and gold. His waist was complemented by a wide black leather belt with an elaborate silver and emerald buckle, and his long muscular legs were clad in tight black pants, his leather boots stretching up his leg to end in a fold just below his knee. This was all set of by his high collared, flared sleved black robe, the inside lined with emerald silk setting off his eyes brilliently. Severus caught his breath and tipped his head so he could peer at the young proffessor from underneath long lashes and thick eyebrows. Harry's hair had been pulled back into an impossibly tight pony tail and his new facial hair was meticulously styled.

"Well, you certainly have a fashion sense. Are you posistive you were sorted into Griffindor?" Severus whispered as Harry brushed past him to retreve a cup of coffee and check the anouncements.

"Just barely." Harry suprised Severus by answering under his breath. Severus choked on his coffee and hid his laughter with a cough. "So" Harry continued on a more proffessonal baises. "what do you want me to tell the students about their summer projects?" He had given them all to Severus the night before. Severus cleared his throat.

"When each individual component has been graded by each teacher respectivly, they will be tested in front of the school. That's the part you will grade. I'll give you something to study up on so you know what to look for."

"Who will be grading Draco's and my own?" Harry asked, casually ignoring the looks shot being shot at him by the staff.

"Albus, I believe...we best be getting to class..." Snape added as an afterthought when the bell rang. "With that wardorb, I suggest you wait outside the classroom until everyone is seated and just sweep in on them."

"I was already planning on it. How much you and I have in common." Harry commented, heading for the door that would lead him around the back side of his classroom.

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