HP Fic: And All Over Again (PART 3)

[fathomlessspite]

Title: And All Over Again
Author: fathomlessspite
Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy and the rest of them
Warnings: slash, DH SPOILERS
Rating: (Part 1) PG
Summary: (highlight to read) It's Lily Potter's first year at Hogwarts, it'll be the first year in thirteen since Ginny and Harry had the house to himself. But as Ginny has decided to take a course at a wizarding college in Egypt so Harry accepts a teaching position at Hogwarts. With old friends and enemies surrounding him, questions about his slowly disintegrating marriage are hard to ignore.
A/N: Okay, so it wouldn't leave me alone. Please let me know what you think.
CATCH UP: --PROLOGUE-- , --PARTS 1&2--,

Harry sat between Oliver and Hagrid as the teachers and students watched Neville lead in the new first years. He could see James watching avidly for his sister from the Gryffindor table, practically on his feet in trying to see over the heads of older students, Molly a few seats down looking for both of her cousins in the entering queue of first years.

Rose was sitting on her heels at the Ravenclaw table trying to catch a glimpse of her brother, and Al appeared to only have one ear in a conversation lead by Scorpius Malfoy where they sat among the Slytherin second years.

Harry watched as Al jumped slightly and turned to scowl at Scorpius who smirked in return. Presumably Albus had just been kicked under the table for not paying ample attention. Out of the corner of his eye Harry saw the corner of Malfoy’s mouth twitch from where he sat a few seats down.

The results of the sorting were as expected, the Weasley offspring were both proud new members of Gryffindor House. Harry felt a small pang of disappointment which he could barely explain as Lily took a seat at the table. He glanced back at Malfoy again only to find he was being watched curiously, Harry frowned and looked away.

In the spirit of Hogwarts tradition the only words McGonagal said after the first years had been sorted were, "Enjoy the Feast!"

Harry picked at his food as he watched James throw bits of bread down the table at Hugo and Lily, who responded in kind, until one of the older students, possibly a prefect intervened.

A glance to the Slytherin table showed Al to be rolling his eyes at the antics of his siblings and cousins, along with Scorpius. Harry smiled and tucked into his food a little more enthusiastically.

* * *

 

Malfoy sat down next to Harry the next morning at breakfast, Harry looked at him suspiciously.

"Don’t worry Potter, I don’t bite," he said in exasperation. Harry nodded and took a sip of his pumpkin juice, eyes scouring slowing filling hall with a gradually building sense of dread.

Somehow the timetable’s had been arranged so he only had first second and third years today. Perhaps McGonagal had thought the younger years would be easier for him to teach. Harry would have preferred not to have to teach all three of his children in one day though.

"You’ll be fine Potter, you have the hero worship thing going for you," Malfoy said from his side as Oliver dropped down in the empty seat on Harry’s right.

"That’s not going to work with the ones who know me," Harry muttered.

"You’ve not too many Gryffindors today though, have you?" Malfoy asked. "McGonagal lumbered me with the obnoxious brats," he added. Harry frowned at him. "Have you not checked your timetable to see what houses you’re teaching?" Malfoy asked with a hint of condescension.

"How do I-?" Harry asked with a quick glance at Oliver who was looking between him and Malfoy with a look of amusement.

"Give it here Potter," Malfoy said, snapping his fingers impatiently under Harry’s nose.

"Okay, okay," he muttered, pulling the timetable out of his pocket and handing it to Malfoy who pushed aside his plate and smoothed it on the table between them.

"These pretty colours?" he said, pointing at the double coloured stripes inside each of the boxes indicating a lesson. "Not just for show Potter, its colour coding. Look, your first lesson, yellow and green round the edges, so that’s-"

"Hufflepuff and Slytherin, right. Thanks Malfoy," he said absently as he pulled the timetable towards him and studied it further. Pulling a muggle pen out of his pocket and ignoring Malfoy’s snort at the muggle implement, he made a few notes on the timetable. He gave each class a letter and number to make it easier to use, and made a note of the classes in which he children and nephew and nieces were in.

"So," Malfoy said once Harry had put his timetable back in his pocket. *

"Yes?" Harry prompted after there had been a lengthy pause. Malfoy took a bite of his toast and chewed on it thoughtfully. Out of the corner of his eye Harry could see James sitting at the Gryffindor table, looking between his father and one of his most hated professors in confusion.

"Why was it that you looked so disappointed when your youngest was sorted into Gryffindor, house of the brave and the good?" Malfoy asked, with a sneer in the last few words but in general with a tone of curiosity.

"I-" he began, but stopped. He had no idea how to answer that question. He settled on giving Malfoy a glare, finishing his pumpkin juice and standing from the table and walking out of the Great Hall, without a backward glance at Malfoy’s surely smirking face.

If he had glanced back he’d have seen a speculative look rather than the smug expression he would have expected.

* * *

 

Harry watched with trepidation as his first class filed into the room and took their seats, looking at him expectantly.

He stood from his desk and walked round to the front of it, facing them.

"Hello all," he said with a smile. "I’m Professor Potter." Several pairs of eyes widened flew to his hairline. "Obviously this is your first lesson at Hogwarts, hopefully it won’t be to tedious for you," he added. "For your first year you will have two lessons with me a week. I teach second, third and fourth years once a week but the upper years twice. Whilst I may not be here for the extent of you stay at Hogwarts, the lesson pattern will remain the same."

Harry glanced round and noticed that most of the students were still listening avidly. He mentally congratulated himself for holding their attention for five minutes and continued.

"I know some students feel this subject isn’t particularly worthwhile, but unfortunately you all still have to take it as it is mandatory. Hopefully we can make it fun as well as educational," he smiled and got a few half ones in return. "Welcome to Muggle Studies."

* * *

 

The second year Gryffindor and Hufflepuffs filed out of the class room loudly, Harry stood at the door and watched them go. Oliver Wood managed to slip in just before Harry shut it after the last student and grinned at him.

"How’d it go?" he asked.

"Good," Harry smiled. "Yeah it was good."

Oliver clapped him on the shoulder and smiled. "That’s great. I hear you’ve got third years after lunch?" he asked.

"Yeah, Slytherin and Ravenclaw. Why?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"Oh you’ve not got the Gryffindors and Slytherins together then? That’s good news. They’re notorious. Bad enough on their own, but together…" he shuddered theatrically. "I feel for poor Malfoy sometimes. I don’t think he or the students ever come out of that lesson unscathed," he told Harry.

"Well I’ve only got half the trouble then, hopefully it won’t be too bad."

"Yeah, especially as you’ve got them in with the Ravenclaws, should be a calming influence," Oliver said reassuringly.

"Hopefully," Harry smiled.

"Anyway, you’ve got a visitor," Oliver said as he opened the door. "Come on."

Oliver led him through the castle out into the grounds and down to Hagrid’s hut. He knocked on the door, patted Harry on the arm and strode back up the lawn to the castle.

"’Arry!" Hagrid greeted when he opened the door. "Come in, come in!" he said, ushering Harry into the hut.

Sitting in a chair by the fire with a cup of tea in his hand and an untouched pastry of some kind on a plate on the table next to him, was Ron Weasley.

"Ron!" Harry exclaimed, plastering on a smile and stepping forward as Ron stood up. "What are you doing here?" he asked.

"Just visiting," Ron explained with a smile. "Thanks for the tea Hagrid," he said before turning back to Harry. "I think me and Harry’ll go for a walk," he added looking to Harry for confirmation.

"Yeah, sure, if you want," Harry agreed, although not without a hint of suspicion. What was it that Ron wanted to discuss with him that he didn’t want Hagrid to hear?

Rod thanked Hagrid again as they left, and they began walking towards the lake.

"How were your first lessons then?" Ron asked.

"Not too bad," Harry shrugged. "Gryffindors were a little rowdy, and some of the Slytherins weren’t very interested, but OK on the whole."

"That’s great," Ron said. "Found your true calling then?" Ron asked. There was an edge to his tone that warned Harry to be careful how he answered, as it was he didn’t have a chance t before Ron continued. "Pity it means you’re only home for three months of the year though," he said, the harshness in his voice more evident now.

"It’s only for a year, Ron," Harry said, trying to convey in his tone that it really was none of Ron’s business whilst simultaneously calming him down.

"You say that now, but what if you discover teaching is your passion? Going to leave Ginny at home all by herself for another year are you?!" he exclaimed angrily.

"For Merlin’s sake Ron! She’s in Egypt, not alone at home!" Harry snapped, losing his temper.

"If you hadn’t accepted the job-"

"She applied for that course months before McGonagal wrote to me," Harry said quietly.

"What?!" Ron asked with a frown.

"Yeah, maybe you should get your facts straight before you go accusing people," Harry said and turned round and started back towards the castle.

"Wait, Harry!" Ron called after him.

"Any problems we have are ours and not yours Ron!" Harry called over his shoulder. Ron jogged to catch him up.

"And are you? Having problems that is?" he asked. Harry stopped for a moment but didn’t turn around.

"We’re the same as we’ve always been," he said and started walking again.. Harry didn’t have to turn round to know that Ron’s face had fallen at the tone of his voice.

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*I made the timetable, because I'm anal retentive like that. Click {HERE} to see it.

Also, feedback is always great :)

Part 4 HERE

 

Comments

[ravenqueen55.livejournal.com]

I'm liking this series quite a bit! Character interaction is very well done. How often do you plan on updating?? No pressure....*nudge nudge*

[fathomlessspite]

Thank you very much!!
I was going to go for updating twice a week, but I've been given overtime at work so don't think I'll have time, at least once a week though!