Futurum Amare, Future love

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NEW YEAR(chap. title)
Harry POV

< Authors Note >
Look out for flowers, look up they have meanings.  A cute Easter egg I wanted to throw in.

Important text
Talking
Direct Memory

Mrs. Manyrore, the Hogwarts: A History Professor, came to my side of the table stealing Adancades seat. The dark arts professor even though not looking pleased stood behind the chair patiently waiting for her to move.

"Potter may I ask you this.. why do you refuse the ministry's offer a second time?"

She spoke sweetly though a bitterness in her voice. Since childhood it would seem she wanted to work at the ministry, teaching being her second choice. I suppose I rubbed her the wrong way by not accepting the job. Twice.

"Mrs. Manyrore I do apologize but believe that to be my business. And I hope you'll start calling me by my first name." I spoke quiet.

The nabby woman scoffed and pushed the seat back standing up stiffly, she looked back down at me as I watched here from the side.

"I do hope you'll not blame me when you go begging the Ministry to take you."

Swiftly with another scoff the woman stepped away from the chair and straightened her sand-color dress. Pulling the sleeves of her black robe down harshly and cupping her hands together behind her body. She turned and walked away, her knee low robes waving in the wind behind her.

Adancade finally got his seat and straightened his black robes that were rimmed in blue. I've known Adencade for about 4 years. We met at a muggle bar and he explained how he worked for Hogwarts.  It all but surprised me till he shared his knowledge on my scar.  I soon explained how I was looking for a job, specifically in the wizarding world and he offered me to come back to Hogwarts.

This happened and that, a year later I'm interviewing to be a potions teacher at Hogwarts. Though when Mcgonogall retired she suggested me to take her place, I don't have any clue why, and the other Professors voted me in. Know two years later, going on three soon, I'm Hogwarts' headmaster.

Besides the point, Hagrid would be walking through the doors any second with hundreds of new students. Two of which actually being Hermione and Ron's children. Twins, a boy and a girl with light brown hair and pale skin, reddish freckles and vibrant green eyes. Luckily the two had gotten Mione's brain, our vary own charms and spells Professor, and Ron's playfulness.

Ron began working at the ministry, they always kept an eye out for remaining run away Death eaters. And of course Mione was teaching as a substitute teacher in the muggle world on the side.  I was quite excited to see through my third set of first year students.  They all seemed so young and I loved watching them grow.  This must be how Dumbledor felt.  I never saw myself with a future of teaching but I absolutely love it.

"Harry!" Adancade's voice itches into my thoughts, "Professor Rentenay just quite."

"What?!?" I whisper yell to the man turning quickly.

"Potions are a big part of Hogwarts how could he quit with no warning at the start of the year."

Anadcade gestured to the front doors of the dinning hall, where hushed bustling and whispers lurked behind.  The students had obviously arrived and Hagrid was getting them ready to enter.

"Harry, what do we do?"

"We don't mention it. I'll find someone before classes start."