Harry Potter One Shots

Fixing the Hero (Harry Potter)

Like father, like son, well done to those that guessed! This one-shot is about The Boy Who Lived: Harry James Potter! Enjoy my darlings!

Harry Potter sat in his classroom grading the papers that he had given to his Year 9 class. He looked at the photo on his desk and sighed. He still kept in contact with Hermione and Ron but this break from the Wizarding world was just what he needed. He stayed in the wizarding world for a year after the battle, completing his N.E.W.Ts before going to the Ministry to ask for a grade transfer and applying to university. Harry enjoyed his three years at the University of York, when he had Professor Slughorn Harry really did enjoy Potions which is why he decided to study Chemistry. He didn't know what to do after his degree but when one of his friends, Stephen Jones, said he was planning on teaching, Harry thought he'd give it a go. So, here he was, a year studying at St. Mary's Twickenham and a Newly Qualified Teacher year later, a secondary school science teacher. Harry tiredly rubbed his hand over his face before pulling the next paper towards him to begin marking.

Harry was on his penultimate paper of his year 9 class when there was a knock at the door.

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~ Reader P.O.V ~

I finished marking my Year 12 papers, correcting the final paper so that their analysis of Shakespeare's Macbeth to the concept of guilt was stronger. I packed up all my stuff and locked the classroom. I headed through the science block towards the car park when I noticed a light on in one of the science classrooms. I looked through the window to see Harry marking, looking rather tired, so I knocked on the door before opening it.

"Hey, you heading off?" I asked him.

"No, not yet." He said with a small smile. "Got one and a quarter left."

I smiled sympathetically at the 24 year old. "Which year?" I sat on the desk next to him.

"9." He said.

"So you could just tick if you wanted to."

I then laughed as Harry ticked flicked through the paper ticking it and doing the same with the last one.

"Done!" He announced throwing down his pen. I stood up from the desk as he packed his stuff up. We headed out of the classroom and began walking towards the car park.

"Thanks for your help by the way, with my PGCE last year." I told Harry sincerely.

"It's alright. I knew exactly what to do, I meant I dod the same qualification at the same uni the year before." Harry said with a smile.

"Why do you think I cane to you for help?" I said with a laugh.

"Well, because - oh! That was a rhetorical question." He said as the two of us began laughing. I took out my car keys and unlocked my car.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow then, Potter," I said once my bag and marking was in the boot of my car.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Brown," I gave him a smile and watched him walk around the corner before I opened the door to my car and got in, hearing a loud crack echo through the air before closing the door.

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I spoke to Harry quite regularly after that September evening and the two of us had become rather close friends. We'd usually mark our work in either Harry's classroom or mine or we'd eat lunch together, but one day Harry decided to add something else into our routine.