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

The same voice hissed in Harry's head. He whirled around to find no one around him.

Suddenly his scar began burning, as white hot poker had been applied to his forehead. He clapped a hand over his head and yelped.

Harry was reminded severely of the pain in fifth year, when he used to have visions about Voldemort.

But this was not supposed to be happening. His scar hadn't even twinged for 20 years. How could he suddenly understand parseltongue?

Black spots appeared on his vision and before he could succumb he stumbled towards the staircase leading to the staffroom.

His scar was throbbing painfully now.

He closed his eyes briefly to find himself in a dark room and opened his eyes immediately.

He bolted the door shut of his room and collapsed on the floor giving in to the pain.

"Well done. You have proved to be a faithful death eater." A cold voice rang in the dark room.

"Thank you my lord." a different sly voice muttered, the hooded figure bowed to Harry.

"I could never imagine Harry Potter defeating the greatest Lord of all time. Just an infant you say? A mere son of James Potter. I will kill him soon and I will conquer the whole world." Harry relished in a cold sadistic voice and could feel his lips curl into a sneer.

He turned towards the hooded person who was still bowed to him. "You say he has come from the future?"

"Yes my lord, my future self has informed me about it and I, your most faithful serv-"

Harry held up a white bony hand. "That will do."

The death eater bowed once again and slipped out of the room.

Harry got up from his chair elegantly and strode towards the mirror, nagini wrapped around his shoulders.

He saw his reflection, a white snake lile face, red glowing eyes and a squashed nose.....with a maniacal grin pulling his lips.....

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

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Harry screamed and thrashed around.

He opened his eyes to find himself sprawled on the floor, cold sweat beaded onto his forehead and heard a female voice shouting outside his door, thumping it frantically.

He quickly wiped his sweaty brow with the back of his hand and opened the door to find McGonagall standing in front of him, concern written across her strict face.

"Everything all right professor? You were screaming a minute ago."

"Oh that?" Harry chuckled nervously, buying some time to come with some excuse. "It was just a howler I recieved from my wife. She's mad."

Wonderful excuse Harry.

McGonagall raised a thin eyebrow. "Why didn't you come for lunch? I came here to check on you."

"Oh I'm just a bit tired."

She nodded slowly and exited.

__________

Harry was walking towards the defence against the dark arts classroom, he has the seventh year gryffindors and Ravenclaws to teach, and he was absorbed in his own thoughts.

He can't just skip teaching because of small encounter with the 'scar' thing. He was done with it.

It wasn't exactly small was it? A small voice nagged behind his brain.

This stupid scar already attracted attention of the whole wizardry world, how he used to 'collapse' all over the place if you put it the rita Skeeter way......

Harry shuddered. He can't have that mess now. Should he tell Dumbledore.......?

Nah. He can handle it by himself.

He collided hard with someone as he didn't see where he was walking and dropped his and the person he collided with's books.

He bent down to pick up the books muttering apologies.

"Oh I'm so sorry I wasn't seeing where I was going miss Uh...."

Harry looked up to meet bright dazzling green eyes which matched with his and his breath hitched in his throat. His heart stopped.

"Evans sir. Lily Evans." She smiled shyly looking at him.......with a look Rachel usually gave Harry.

"Right Evans. Sorry about that." Harry managed to say without gaping at his mother. He patted his back mentally.

"It's alright professor. Our class...." She pointed to the classroom which were chattering loudly.

Harry laughed and entered the class.

"Afternoon class. I'm Harry Jones and for merlin's sake PLEASE call me Harry. I'm not 50 years old."

That earned few laughs.

"Please keep your books away we will be having practicals." Harry said for the second time and looked at the glances everyone gave to each other.

His eyes pryed the class and his stomach did a funny flip when he saw the marauders at the end of the class.

James and Sirius were busy sniggering at something, remus was nudging them both in attempt to show that Harry is looking at them and the chubby traitor Peter was sitting beside remus staring at nothing.

Probably already in league with Voldemort. Harry thought as his lips curled into an expression of loathing.

Time to have some fun with his fatherand godfather.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Black anything wrong?" Harry asked grinning sardonically.

James's head snapped to Harry, his messy hair sticking out on every direction. "Oh no er professor."

"Harry." Harry corrected.

"Today we will be learning the patronus charm. I am surprised you have not been taught of this earlier considering these dark times.

"A patrnous is something that can repel the detentions. Dementors fill you with feelings of dread and despair and the only way to get rid of them is using a patrnous. Write thaf down."

Scribbling of Quills on parchments filled the room as Harry continued.

"The spell is Expecto Patronum! Concentrate hard on you happiest memory. After some practice you will be able to form a corporeal one. Watch."

Harry concentrated hard on the moment when ginny gave him the news of the baby. "EXPECTO PATRONUM!"

A silver stag burst out of Harry's wand and galloped across the room which was filled with gasps. James and Sirius looked impressed while remus narrowed his eyes with suspicion as he watched the stag fade.

Harry saw a hand raised at the back. The hand belonged to Peter Pettigrew.

Harry sneered involuntarily.

"What?" He shouted which caused Peter to flinch with fear, eyes widened.

"I-I just w-wanted to ask why only the p-patronus works o-on the dementors." He asked his voice shaky.

"Because your patronus is filled with happiness, something dementors despises." Harry answered fighting hard to keep the snappy tone out of his voice, his hand itching to hex Pettigrew to smithereens.

Harry grinned warmly to the rest of the class "Any questions? Now practice!"

Immediately the seventh years formed into groups. Harry walked around the class. It felt good to be a teacher, but not as exciting as an Auror.

"Remember, concentrate hard on the happiest memory and then say the incantation." Harry said trying to help a Ravenclaw brunette.

He passed by James and Sirius, James tried to produce a patrnous but only a thin wisp of smoke came out of his wand while Sirius doubled over with laughter. Harry smiled sadly. How much he missed Sirius....

James slapped Sirius on his back. "Better than you though. You didn't even conjure anything plus I'm hotter."

"Evans refuses." Sirius smirked.

James rolled his hazel eyes. "Hey Evans!"

"No Potter. Just no."

"I didn't even say anything!"

"I know what you will ask Potter and my answer is NO."

Harry chuckled at the arguing match and walked towards the red haired girl.

"You are waving it the wrong way lily." Harry said kindly.

Lily turned around to see Harry standing behind him hands in pockets, smiling that oh-so-adorable smile. She felt herself blush, she forgot about Alice who was looking at her with a funny look and gazed into Harry's amazing eyes.

"Here let me help." Harry held Lily's wrist lightly, and she felt sparks swooping down her body. She tensed as she smelt Harry's honey breath.

"Concentrate on your happiest moment." He whispered and flicked her wrist. A silver shield emerged from her wand and she gasped.

Harry released her. "There almost did it!" He grinned widely.

He walked back to his desk. "Whoever managed to produce a wisp of smoke good! It is some progress. Some more practice and you will be able to form a proper one!"

The bell rang.

Lily walked out of the class, Alice ranting about frank besides her. James bumped into lily winking at her while Sirius trying to drag James away.

"Evans do you -?"

"Ask me one more time and I will blast you in tiny pieces so that even a microscope can't detect you." Lily spat at him.

"What the hell is a microcosp?"

Lily ignored him. She kept thinking about Harry. That friendly smile those eyes.... Sure he looked like James in an uncanny way but he was softer and not arrogant like him.

He is a professor though!

Just a few years elder.

He may have a girlfriend.

Lily walked back to the common room her brain debating her feelings about Harry.

_________

Harry sighed and loosened the strap of his robes.

He found the encounter with his parents refreshing. Her mom was indeed beautiful.....he wondered when would she go out with James.

James and Sirius were best mates possible. No wonder it was a huge blow for him, when James died.

Harry was almost tempted to changed the future, have a childhood with his parents......

_____

1613 words

_____

That's the 5th chapter! Hope you all liked it and please vote if you did. It really supports me and encourages me to write more.

Thanks for reading!

💕