A Teacher in Time

The Game

Here it is! I'm SUPER sorry for not updating lately, but i've been really busy, which is a first for me. Also, I had no idea people liked this story so much, so you can thank @captiandoraemon and @fifteen2014 for making me feel like this story was one I should update first!  For everyone who has voted, or just read, THANK YOU!! I also realize that this is kinda a filler, but you need the fillers to get to the good stuff right? 

"Stand up, wands out. Go ahead, don't be shy."

Ginny smirked at Harry, who was setting Teddy down in his corner. He straightend up and sent the desks flying to different walls. 

"1st, we'll be playing a game. I remember playing this in Muggle school when I was little.. But it's a good excersize. So get into a circle." 

Gin, the only open spaces are next to the Marauders.. I don't think I can..

Its ok, I'll sit there. How bout you sit next to someone else hmm? 

Harry took a deep breath. "Alright. The game is called Bomb. Whoever has it has to say someone else's name, and throw the  ball to them. Easy enough right? Wrong. You have two seconds to do this, if you throw the ball without saying a name, or hold it too long, you have to sing a song about one thing you learned last year. For example, say you remember learning about Grindelows. You have to make up a song about them. If anyone laughs, makes a rude comment, or is just acting mean, you have to do something worse that the WHOLE class will think of. Got it? Go." 

Harry looked around the circle. "Marleen." 

Marleen looked at him curiously, shocked that he knew her name. Her eyes widened as she caught the ball. "James!" 

James smirked, and then his eyes widened as he realized he was still holding the ball. "Bloody Hell." 

Harry rolled his eyes at his father. "Mr. Potter, do you have a song?" 

Sirius laughed. Ginny glared at him, and he shut up, taken aback. 

"Umm... Why yes sir, I do." 

"Lets hear it then." 

This should be pretty great.

Definitaly.

"There'sssss Grindelows and crucio, protecto and protronum thats really just all theory we never really cast the spells--" (A/N: To the tune of ASAPS Periodic Table Song, I reccomend it if you're taking Chemistry, cause it really does help! By the way, I'm eating a chocolate frog while I write this, and i've gotten Sprout AGAIN. Anyone want to trade?) 

Harry stood up. "Only theroy?!" 

Harry calm down, it's not Umbridge, she's still a student isn't she?" 

Harry relaxed, but he was still kinda mad. "How'd you pass your exams then?" 

Lily's hand shot into the air. "Sir, our last teacher went crazy and jumped out of the window at the end of the year, so we didn't have exams." 

Ginny frowned. "He jumped out of the window?" 

Lily grimaced. "He survived, but well, he's even crazier than before now." 

Harry exchanged a confused glance with Ginny. 

Sounds worse than Lockhart. 

Ginny took over. "How about you guys ask any questions you have about us, and we'll answer as well as we can." 

She looked around the room. "Ah, Miss Mal- Miss Black, I see you have a question." 

Narcissa looked up in shock. She shook her head. Ginny raised an eyebrow. "Very well, how about Miss Evans."

"Professors, could you tell us a bit about you two?" 

"Ahh, well that's a rather sad story, are you sure you'd like to hear it?' 

Lily nodded, but she bit her lip, a sign that she was unsure. 

Harry cleared his throat. "Me first?" Ginny nodded. "Well i'm 18 years old, orphaned, and married to Ginny, and have a son, Teddy. Is that what you wanted to know?" 

"You're orphaned?" 

"Yes." Harry gazed down at his mother sadly. "They died when I was a year old." 

"I'm sorry sir" 

"Its ok Lily. I can see you have another question, care to ask?" 

"Oh um-" Lily blushed. "If you don't mind me asking, why did you marry so young?" 

Ginny laughed. "We're soulbound" She nudged Harry. "I don't think it was really planed origianally, but I love him, the prat that he is." 

Harry rolled his eyes at her, and another hand shot in the air. 

"Yes Miss Florsteane?"

"How'd it happen?" 

The rest of the class went scilent, curious. 

"I was possesed, and he was poisoned. Then a year later he got attacked by a hundred dementors and then-" 

"GIN!" 

"Sorry" She smirked. "You really should tell the storys more, even though you hate them." 

Well none of its happened yet! Plus, it could ruin the future couldn;t it? 

The bell rang. "Well class, for homework-" the class groaned. "Think of a story, a TRUE story about dark magic, and we'll have another game for you. Five points to Mr Potter, Miss Evans, and Miss Florsteane for participating and asking questions. You can all go now."