volatileParagon
It's the Year 2010, and once again many new students have come to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It starts off as many years have started after the Battle of Hogwarts, full of chaos and students getting to know the building, their new classmates, and of course, teachers. But on the morning of September 1st, Harry woke up covered in sweat at four am, a harrowing feeling in his gut for the year ahead.
A/N:
JK Rowling has no hand in creating this fanfiction. This is in a universe where shit's not fuckin Racist and Queerphobic. Harry is a DADA Teacher. This is my (and my brother's) Literary Treatise in place of Directly pissing on JK's Not Yet Existent Racist and Queerphobic Grave. JK Rowling owns Harry Potter and all Harry Potter characters, but the main characters do not belong to JK Rowling.