Brrrrrrrrrrrrring! Said an alarm clock on a nightstand. A hand reached out from under the covers picked up the alarm clock and threw it out of the open window. Harry Potter Hogwarts youngest DADA teacher emerged from under the covers with a just risen from the dead look about him.
"Boy," he said to him, "I've had some weird dreams in my time but this one takes the cake!" Ron may assist me between flying classes but he certainly wouldn't let me pull him out of a hat. And Hermione wouldn't be caught dead teaching potions. Not to mention Snape would have my hide for insulting him in front of the students. And I doubt I could get away with riding my motorcycle in the Hallways even thought Dumbledore likes me better than Snape."
Harry sat up and rubbed his eyes. Suddenly he caught sight of the grandfather clock in the hallway.
"Blimey," he said, "I'd better hurry or I'm going to be late for the weekly teachers meeting and I'll be hanged if I'm going to give that old sourpuss Snape another nail to put in my coffin.
Harry Jumped out of bed and into his clothes, literally, the he raced down the stairs tying his tie. As he as he came barreling through the kitchen he saw Dobby standing their with a breakfast of eggs bacon and toast waiting for him. Harry stopped long enough to throw the bacon and eggs between the to pieces of bread making a sandwich then he kept running. Racing out the back door he vaulted into the seat of his motorcycle and between bites said,
"Hogwarts and step on it!" The motorcycle roared to life and sped off into the sky. Harry finished his sandwich and well how he at a sandwich and tied a tie at the same time is a bit complicated to explain.
MEANWHILE AT HOGWARTS…
"I told you that Harry Potter was unreliable," said Snape, "He's late."
"Only because you set your watch five minutes fast Severus." Retorted McGonagall. Dumbledore held up his hand to silence both of them,
"Enough!" he held up his own pocket watch, "by my watch Mr. Potter has 2 more minutes and that is exactly what he shall get!"
"Harry cuts it close but he's never late in spite of himself." Said Hermione from behind her Charms book. The seconds ticked by in agonizing slowness then just as the clock was about to strike seven o'clock Harry skidded around the corner and walked into the office.
"Morning all," he said Cheerfully.
McGonagall smirked at Snape,
"Right- on- time," she said. Snape only grumbled in response. The rest of the meeting was spent reviewing how things had gone during the past week and making plans for the day.
"Harry," Said Dumbledore as they were about to depart for their respective classes, "would you willing to teach the third period medicinal potions class. Ms. Pomfrey has taken ill and Hermione is to busy with first, second and third year charms classes?"
"Sure," Said Harry, "Goodness knows I've had every one of those potions used on me at one time or another." Dumbledore chuckled, now that the other senior faculty members were gone he could show a little of his fondness for the young man standing before him.
"Indeed, Harry," he said, "Indeed. Oh and Harry I know that you and a Professor Weasley Enjoy pulling Practical jokes now and again. But be careful this week because there is a Board of Magical Education representative that will be here and you know that Snape will try his best to get your teaching license revoked."
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Hermione was in the middle of showing a 1st year the proper swish and flick method when they heard a cry of,
" Gain way, Make room, Get out of the way!!"
There seemed to be something happening in the hallway Hermione and several of the students rushed to the door to see what had happened. There she saw Harry and Dumbledore walking side- by- side carrying a cauldron on a pole between then. They moved with agonizing slowness, and beads of nervous perspiration shown on both of the foreheads.
Ron was walking ahead of them keeping everyone out of the way, he told the students that could to stay in their classrooms and the ones in the hallway to stand against the wall and not to distract Harry or the Headmaster.
"Ron," said Hermione, "What is going on?"
"Someone in Harry's Medicinal Potions class fouled up an assignment and mixed a batch of nitroglycerin instead!" whispered Ron, "They're trying to carry it outside and dump it with out setting it off. There's enough nitro in that cauldron blow half of this castle to kingdom come!"
Slowly they moved out of the castle and across the grounds. With Hermione and several other members of the faculty following at a distance. They had agreed to dump the chemical at the edge of the forbidden forest behind. After nearly 45 minutes of moving at a snail's pace they made it to the tree line. Slowly they lowered the cauldron to the ground and poured out the nitro. Once the cauldron was empty Harry drew the first easy breath he'd had since he realized what he was dealing with. Hermione breathed a sigh of relief as well.
They all turned and walked up the hill back to the school and then BOOM!! A deafening explosion shook the ground and debris flew everywhere. Harry stood up from the prostrate position he had flung himself into. Looking around he saw the deputy Minister of Magic Wallace O'Rourke standing there with a half- disintegrated cigar in his mouth and his arm still the throwing position from which he had flick the match after lighting the Cigar.
"Dunderhead," Muttered Dumbledore. Harry looked at the Headmaster and grinned.
"You said it,"
* * * * * *
Snape and McGonagall were standing in the doorway of her office glaring at each other.
"Minerva that boy Norville Longbottom should be expelled, he's as incompetent as his father Neville!"
"Severus, he made a mistake I will not expel a student for having problems!"
"You know," snapped Snape, "Sometimes I don't think you quite have the balls for this job!"
"Perhaps," retorted McGonagall, "but the advantage is I don't have to think with them all the time!" With that she spun on her heel, strode back into the office, and slammed the door in Snape's Face.
Harry who was watching from just around the corner smiled.
"Professor McGonagall is one tough lady." Then he walked around the corner and proceeded down the hallway pretending to go over a paper so as to avoid making contact with Snape.
"Your days as a teacher are numbered, Potter!" he growled.
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