Harry tried to tame his wild hair but in vain. He could remember Ginny trying to tame his goddamn hair once for Ron and hermione's wedding...... Oh my god, GINNY! he did not even think of her once, she must be freaking out but.....McGonagall must have told her right? Yeah she must have told her, McGonagall is a responsible person.

He walked out of his room to head towards his first ever class. Yes he is nervous but he will do fine. Just teach the way remus did it that's all.

"Good morning class." Harry said brightly once he entered the class filled with third year huffelpuffs and slytherins.

"I'm professor Harry Jones, but you can call me Harry I'm not that old." He winked to his sullen class.

"Today we will be having practical class so please keep your books away."

The class exchanged looks with each other and put away their book with bemused expressions. Apparently they did not have a decent class yet, or had a stupid git of a teacher like Lockhart to teach them.

"Look at his hair, he looks as if he just woke up from a nightmare." a slytherin whispered not-so-softly to his friend and they lapsed in silent giggles.

Harry smiled to himself, he knew how Malfoy had commented the same way for lupin, instead for his robes.

"Follow me." Harry commanded and the class became even more confused as he led then to the staffroom.

He entered the staffroom to find- to his dismay - Rachel sitting and scribbling something on her parchment. She looked up and immediately went pink and winked at Harry.

Uh oh.

It took every particle of energy in his body to not roll his eyes at that. He flushed a little with irritation and turned back to his class.

The cupboard in front of him shook violently and the students stepped back in alarm.

"Don't worry it's just a boggart in there." Harry reassured the class, while everyone looked at him as though he were mad talking about dangerous stuff so lightly.

Harry smirked from the inside. They have no idea what dangerous stuff he has encountered.

"Boggarts like dark enclosed spaces like cupboards, the space under beds etc."

"Can anyone tell what a boggart is?" Harry asked, trying to ignore Rachel as he could see her staring at him admiringly out of the corner of his eye, continuously tucking an invisible strand of hair behind her ear.

Few hands rose in the air. Harry pointed to a Huffelpuff. "Your name?"

"Thomas Finnigan sir. Boggarts are shape shifters, they take the form of what you fear the most." Thomas said.

"Correct. Five points to huffelpuff." Harry smiled, feeling smug he could award and deduct points whenever he wished. Slytherins are going to suffer.

"A spell can repel the boggart but what really finished it is laughter. Repeat after me, Riddikulus!"

"Riddikulus!" The class chorused.

"Now one by one you all will step forward, the boggart will take form of your fear, but concentrate hard on what you find the most amusing and say Riddikulus! "

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"That was an amazing lesson." Rachel complimented in a seductive voice, and put a hand on Harry's shoulder.
"I wish I had a professor like you when I was young."

"Er, thanks, now if you excuse me...." Harry trailed of brushing her hand off his shoulder gently.

He quickly hurried out before she could stop him and took a staircase for the great Hall. He expected trouble yes, but not in a form of a clingy woman. That's the last thing he needed. Thank Merlin Ginny isn't here or she would have hexed her so bad, Rachel would had to live her life St. Mungo's.

"Wooohooo!"

"Go James!"

Harry heard muffled shouts coming from the castle grounds, he ignored it until he heard his father's name. His eyes widened at that and quickly rushed out to the grounds, to meet with an unpleasant sight.

His heart stopped as he looked at the scene. A boy's head was swollen to the size if a football and was still swelling larger, the crowd was laughing and the spell caster was a black hai- His father. Everyone seemed to chanting James's name while booing the poor boy.

Harrys stomach lurched violently with joy as he looked at his teenage father. He should stop James from doing that instead of ogling at him. Before he could even take another step, he glimpsed a beautiful red haired girl walking towards him.

Lily Evans walked towards James angrily but before she could open her mouth James spoke.

"Alright Evans?" He said in a 'cool' voice.

"Shut up! You fix him right NOW!"

"Only if you go out with me."

Lily looked at him incredulously. "You are a head boy for Merlin's sake! How could you be so-"

"Finite Incantatum!" Harry muttered, already besides the students; he knew Lily could not handle it without arguing. He pointed his wand at the boy and his head stopped swelling but did not return to its original size.

"Oh Cmon mate, it was so fun! Dont be a killbuzz." James pouted punching Harry lightly in his arm.

"Potter! He is a professor!" Lily yelled at his face. Several onlookers giggled. Lily shot them a glare.

"Yo what's your prob-? Oh professor?" James raised his eyebrows but still indifferent. He ran a hand through his his messy hair, messing it even further. He ignored Harry and turned to a Sandy haired boy.

"Why did you do that?" Harry asked his eyes narrowed. But inside he was bursting with laughter. James looked at him annoyed as Harry just interrupted his and his friend's conversation.

"Well, life should have some fun-"

"Don't do that again or it will be detention." Harry walked away, still fighting hard not to laugh.

Sirius told him that his mother started dating his father once he had 'deflated' his head in his seventh year but it looks like he still has to learn.

How the heck did Dumbledore make him headboy?

"Hey Evans! Go out with me?" Harry heard James yelling at Lily from a distance ruffling his hair while a handsome young boy with his curly black hair elegantly falling over his head face palming.

"NEVER!"

"Next time prongs." A shaggy haired but hot boy laughed slapping James on his back.

"Sirius, Don't you think that professor looked lot like me?" James asked bewildered.

Sirius shrugged.

Harry walked back to the castle, happy he could witness his parents's love blossom.

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Harry stopped and looked around. What was that noise? He had heard that before.......

Another hissing sound filled the air.

Harry Potter has come to die......again.

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