Harry felt the ground beneath his legs after a few seconds. He quickly tucked the time Turner under his shirt and looked around the office.

Dumbledore seemed to be showing his back to him gazing at one of the portraits, one hand behind his back while the other scratching his beard.
Harry resisted the urge to hug his dead mentor, and tried to get his attention. He cleared his throat.

"Er, Hello professor." Harry said awkwardly, he wasn't exactly good starting a conversation.

Dumbledore turned quickly and was startled to see Harry standing infront of him not realizing when did he come. Harry noticed that he had less wrinkles than usual and his beard was shorter.

"Yes?"

"I have come for applying for the job of teaching DADA."

Dumbledore raised his white eyebrows. He pointed Harry at the chair in front of his desk, motioning him to sit and sat down himself on his seat. "I'm sorry young man but I believe we already have a teacher."

Harry furrowed his eyebrows, as he took his seat. "I have been told there is no one ready for the post?"

"Well you are quite correct. We somehow got hold of - pardon my rude choice of words - a teacher but she hasn't reported yet. It has been weeks."

Harry was still confused. If they already had a teacher why did McGonagall --?

"I suppose she is not going to turn up and I really don't want the students to miss their DADA class. You are...?"
Dumbledore inquired politely.

"Harry sir. Harry er, Jones."

"So Mr. Jones I suppose you are hired!" Dumbledore smiled brightly. "But remember to protect the students for trouble as these are dark times. Students safety is my highest priority."

Harry bit back a laugh. Yeah right highest priority. And he repeatedly hires dangerous professors for students in future.

"Here is your schedule Harry. So I will see you at the feast?" He asked, handing him a paper.

"Yes professor." Harry smiled. "Er, I don't know the way to the staffroom."

As if on cue a brown haired young lady who looked just a few years older than Harry entered Dumbledore's office.

"Ah! Rachel, I need you to meet someone." Dumbledore said brightly his eyes twinkling.

Strange.

His eyes twinkle only if he's upto something mischievous.

Rachel's blue eyes flicked towards Harry and something passed through her face Harry couldn't quite decipher.

"Harry, this is Rachel Smith, Arithmancy professor. Rachel, this is Harry Jones, he will be teaching DADA." Dumbledore continued, eyeing the two in a way as if he were a  groom and bride matcher.

Rachel smiled coyly. "Hi..."

"Would you mind if you escort him to his room....?" Dumbledore asked fiddling with his thumb, his eyes still twinkling.

"Not at all Albus. Come on." Rachel gestured towards Harry.

Harry followed her out of the office and down the corridor.

"Nice glasses." Rachel said, what appeared to be a flirtatious voice to Harry, as she kept smiling shyly.

"Oh er thanks." Harry said awkwardly pushing up his circle glasses up his nose. Why was Dumbledore acting so strange?

Rachel 'accidently' bumped into Harry as they reached the staffroom.

"Oh sorry." She muttered, not sorry at all. "That's your room." She pointed to a corner.

"Thanks." Harry said and quickly shut the door, not before seeing Rachel playing with her hair and turning pink.

He crashed onto his bed and kicked his shoes off his feet.

Beware of Rachel Smith. was the first thing he learned when he came here.

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Harry dressed into some spare robes he got from the cupboard and headed down the great Hall for the welcoming feast. He was late as always, the sorting had finished as well as the feast.

He sat down next to flitwick on the teachers table. Blimey it was wierd to sit in this table which a thousand students in front of you. He glanced besides him, McGonagall was there, Binns of course as usual and.....he locked eyes with Rachel. She winked at him. He looked back at the students wondering how to deal with that woman. He missed Dumbledore looking at them both.

He quickly noticed people looking at him, whispering behind their hands. For the first time he saw people whispering not about the Harry Potter and his scar, but about how the job is cursed and all.

He looked over the gryffindor table and his stomach did a flip when he saw a striking red haired girl arguing with a messy black haired boy. His father was so handsome and his mother was so pretty. How could they die so early?

Harry's eyes welled up in tears at the sight of his parents.

He turned his attention back to Dumbledore as he began speaking.

"Now that you are watered and fed I would like to introduce our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. Mr. Harry Jones."

Harry got up and flashed a smile to the applauding audience. He noticed his applause was scattered, just like how when Remus had come to teach. He shrugged inwardly and sat down.

"As for the rules, the forbidden forest is forbidden of course to those who do not wish to die a painful death."

That earned a couple of laughs.

"Mr. Filch has banned Fanged Frisbee, and other numerous things which can be viewed outside his office to those interested." Dumbledore's lips twitched. Harry picked on the thread if his robe. He never was, or is, a fan of speeches. As if Dumbledore read his mind he said,

"Enough of this old codger's rant! Your warm beds call you now! Have a wonderful year ahead. Pip pip!"

And the hall echoed with the scraping of chairs and loud chit chat of the students. Harry sighed and got up as well, heading towards the staffroom, eager to avoid Rachel as she was hovering above him like a hawk.

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Harry couldn't sleep that night. The thought of teaching his own parents seemed so....unrealistic.

He will prepare with tomorrow's lesson, as he wanted to make an impression like remus.

He had second year huffelpuffs and slytherins and then after lunch 7th year gryffindors and Ravenclaws.

Harry smiled to himself. He turned over his side and closed his eyes, welcoming all the wonderful possibilities he could do, and a blissful Oblivion submerged him.

But little did he think of his family back in future.

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This is the crappiest chapter I have ever written and I am so sorry! I still do hope you liked it and I will update soon. Next chapter is about the havoc created in future with Harry gone.

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