A Teacher in Time

Strange Visitors

Some say that Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was a strange man. Gone loopy, what with his strange instruments, and rather random mind, not to mention his practically unknown childhood, which was heavily laden with mystery. However, many would say that Mr. Dumbledore is one of the most brilliant and extraordinary wizards in the whole of history. Many marvel over his heroic defeat of the Dark wizard Grindewald many years ago, and everything he has contributed to the wizarding society. Fact of the matter, is that Mr. Dumbledore rather felt that he fit neither of these descriptions. Mr. Dumbledore felt that he was just an ordinary man, granted, with a different mind. No, he didn’t like being remided of his infamous fight with Grindewald. The very name brought up very bad memories of his teenage years, memories he wished he could change for the better. The twelve uses of Dragons blood, and his work with alchemy wasn’t just him, quite a few others helped with these discoveries. Mr. Dumbledore was just the simple Headmaster of the great school called Hogwarts, which harbored centries of history, and secrets. If anything, he was the most beloved Professor to ever set foot in the school.

Professor Dumbledore sat in his office on September 1st, just hours before the students, old and new, would enter the great oak doors, watch the little first years join their new houses, and tuck into the most delicious food the school could cook up. He was rather curious what mischief the four pranksters, who dubbed themselves the Marauders, would cause in the first week back. The wise old professor was also rather glad that the Ministry had not yet placed a teacher at the school for the vacant Defense Against the Dark Arts post. Professor Dumbledore gave himself hope that someone suitable would present themselves in the next 5 hours. He glanced at the clock, and busied himself with random tidbits of information, when he heard a rather loud thud, and the crying of a baby. Curious, he strained harder to listen for the inevitable knock on his office door. That is, if they could guess the correct password.

POF

Ginny started comforting Teddy. Harry looked around.

“Well… It looks like the right place..”

He turned around and started rattling off sweets.

“Frizzing Whizzbee.                                   

Chocolate Frogs.

Bertie Bots Every Flavor Beans

Chewy Globsters

Sugar Quills.”

At this last sweet, the gargoyle sprang to life, and revealed a spiraling stone staircase. Harry Potter levitated his, his fiancés’, and his godson’s trunks, and they floated ahead of him, occasionally bumping into the wall. After all, it was hard to make three large rectangular trunks follow the curved slope of the stairwell. Harry glanced at Ginny, who was still trying to calm down Teddy. She nodded, and he knocked on the door.

He heard the familiar “Enter” and felt his breath hitch in his throat. He was about to talk to his mentor. His living, breathing, mentor. Harry pushed open the door, and Ginny entered first. By this time Teddy had fallen silent, obviously curious as to who this strange man with the long white beard and hair was. Harry stepped into the room and smiled, reminiscing in the random silver instruments scattered around the room.

“Hello Professor. May I say, that it is a pleasure to finally meet you at last. My name is Harry Potter, and this is my wife, Ginerva-“

“Ginny!”

Harry chuckled. “Honey, I was being professional. Fine then, Ginny Potter, and our son Teddy. We were hoping you would be willing to accept me and my wife for the position. You’ll find that we are rather proficient in this particular field.”