Description: Four years after their own graduation the gang heads back to Hogwarts. What will they do now that they are back at Hogwarts with freedoms and responsibilities they never had before?


Rating: It should be a PG over all. It gets a little PG-13 towards the end for some snogging. I do not plan to get too far into the gutters.


Disclaimer: The characters are not mine blah, blah, blah. If J. K. Rowling or anyone who is affiliated with her reads this, tell her she shouldn't be so worried about me, but should be writing night and day to get us the next book!!!


A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first Harry Potter fan fiction. I love the books and don't think it's fair we have to wait so long for the next one! Tell me what you think! This story could be a load of crap for all I know! Also, " " means talking out loud and ' ' means to themselves. And now on with the show!


~New Lessons At Hogwarts~


~Chapter 1~


Harry entered his dorm room after another long afternoon of Quidditch practice. There was one final game before the classes ended and the team captain, Cecil Jones, wanted as much practice as he could get in. Harry smiled as he remembered life under the Oliver Wood Quidditch practice tyranny. He reverently placed his Firebolt on the bed and went to change before he cleaning his broom and putting it away. Even after all these years it was still his most prized possession and the only thing he had from Sirius. As he turned, a movement at the window caught his gaze. When Harry looked, he noticed that there was an owl perched outside his window with a scroll wrapped around its leg. As he approached the window he hoped that it would be a letter from Hermione or Ron. It had been a long time since he had heard from either of them.


After the defeat of Voldemort in their seventh year, they had all graduated, gone their separate ways and settled down in the relatively quiet world of attending university. Harry had gone to a wizarding university in Ireland where he divided his time between class and being the seeker for the school's Quidditch team. Ron had also gone to Ireland after Hogwarts, but opted to stay near the capital where he could go to school and play as an alternate keeper for the Ireland National Team as well as full time keeper for his own school's team. Harry and Ron would often see each other in passing at many of the Quidditch tournaments, but didn't really have a lot of time to meet anywhere. They wrote to each other as often as their schedules would allow and still remained the best of friends. Hermione stayed behind in England where she went to university and took enough classes to keep three people busy 24 hours a day. Still she had found time to write to him and Ron at least once a week. But now with the final of final exams around the corner even Hermione hadn't had time to write.


Harry dreaded the fact that graduation would be the following month. Graduation meant that he would actually have to decide on a career and after four years Harry was no closer to deciding what he wanted to do with his life. There had been some thought during his years at Hogwarts of becoming an Auror. At the time both Ron and Hermione had also been interested. Harry wondered briefly if they were still interested in that. It would be great to be back together with them training for something. Of course, he realized, that would be silly, just because he hadn't decided what he wanted to do with his life didn't mean that they had the same problem.


Harry sighed. There was still another month to think about it. He opened his window and the owl jumped inside. "Hello there, got a letter from Ron or Hermione with you?" Harry asked reaching to take the letter from the owl's leg. He placed the owl in Hedwig's cage so it could eat before returning to where ever it had come from. Harry crossed over to his desk and sat down. He looked at the scroll and his heart started beating quickly. On the scroll was the school crest of Hogwarts.


Harry clearly remembered the last time he had gotten a letter from the school. It had been about six months into his first year at the university when it arrived by owl post. He had excitedly opened the letter thinking that Professor Dumbledore was writing to him. His excitement was rapidly lost as he read the letter. It was from Professor McGonagall letting him know that Albus Dumbledore had passed away. Harry had immediately packed and returned to Hogwarts. He was not the least bit surprised to find Ron and Hermione already there. Professor Dumbledore had meant so much to them in their years at Hogwarts and even after. It had been his gentle persuasion that had convinced Harry and Ron to go on and further educate themselves. It was hard to think that he was gone. The trip home had become a mini class reunion as many of the students had returned to the school for the service that would be held. The school was host to students who had been at Hogwarts many years before Harry, Ron and Hermione, from when Dumbledore had first taken the position there. Each one of them equally touched by him and each one equally saddened by their loss. After Dumbledore's death, Professor McGonagall had been appointed Headmistress of Hogwarts.


Harry brought himself back to the present and stared once again at the letter in his hands. Taking a deep breath he opened it hoping it wasn't more bad news.


HOGWARTS SCHOOL

of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

~

Headmistress: Minerva McGonagall


Dear Mr. Potter:


First I would like to congratulate you on your upcoming graduation. You have proven yourself a fine student and I am very proud of you.


Now I shall get down to business. I would like to offer you a position teaching at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for the upcoming year. At present, all of my teachers have been summoned by the Ministry of Magic to attend mandatory seminars for the following year and I have been left quite short staffed.


While I realize that teaching isn't your first choice of job, I hope that you will consider it, as it will be a personal favor to me and a great help to your old alma mater.


I also realize that this is quite short notice, however, I must impress upon you that time is of the essence. The Hogwarts semester will be ending this week and the teachers will be leaving for their respective seminars at the beginning of next week. I would like to have the new teachers arrive here on August 1st so that you may all have time to settle in and prepare lesson plans before the semester begins on September 1st.


Please have your reply owl to me no later than the end of this week with your answer as I need to make sure I will have a full staff for the beginning of the next term.


Thank you very much for your consideration in this matter.


Yours sincerely,


Minerva McGonagall


Minerva McGonagall, Headmistress Hogwarts


Harry reread the letter and put it down on his desk. 'Me a Professor at Hogwarts? I've never really thought about it. Is it something I should do? More importantly is it something I COULD do?' He sat there thinking about his own experiences at Hogwarts. It was his very first home and it was where he'd met his best friends. It was also where some of the worst things had happened to him. Of course now that Voldemort was gone, life would once again peaceful and quiet at the school. Good or bad, Hogwarts was the first place where Harry had ever felt he belonged. He owed so much to Hogwarts.


With that Harry pulled open a drawer in his desk to pull out some parchment, a quill and some ink and began to write.


Dear Professor McGonagall,


I would be delighted to accept the position at Hogwarts. I will see you at Hogwarts on August 1st.


Sincerely,

Harry Potter


Harry grabbed his wand and muttered a sealing charm to close the letter. He then got Hedwig and tied the scroll to her leg. "Now take this to Professor McGonagall, Hedwig," Harry explained while stroking Hedwig's head. The owl turned her head to lovingly nip at Harry's fingers before jumping on to the windowsill. "Have a good journey," he said as his owl took off. The other owl, having fully satisfied its self with food, also hopped onto the window. "Well, good journey to you, too," said Harry as the other owl also took off.


'Wow, I can't believe it,' Harry thought to himself as he pulled some clothes out of his closet so he could finally bathe and change for the nights banquet, 'me a teacher at Hogwarts. I wonder what Ron and Hermione will think about that.' As Harry headed into the shower, he made a mental note to send Ron and Hermione a letter as soon as Hedwig returned.


~~~

Harry found that he didn't have time to write to Ron and Hermione after all. His last month of school was his most hectic yet. Since their final match was against a rival school who was also undefeated, Cecil had been demanding Quidditch practice which went into the late hours of the night and by the time it was over Harry was so exhausted that he'd just fall into bed and sleep. He'd wake up in morning go to his classes, cram in as much homework and studying as he could get before practice, practice for hours, come to his room exhausted, fall asleep and do it all again the next day. And so it went for the next two weeks before the match. Harry was so tired after the team won the match that he couldn't bring himself to go and celebrate with his teammates.


"Come on Harry," Cecil begged, "it's thanks to you that we won!" he exclaimed. It was true, the rival team was brutalizing the team from the beginning raking up the points until it was 300 to 165. It was only by Harry catching the snitch that the team was able to squeak by for the win, keeping their record undefeated and beating the school's rivals. "You just have to come celebrate!" he added.


"All right then," Harry decided. Besides this was his last school Quidditch match and Harry wanted to enjoy it as long as possible. The team celebrated long into the night. It was very late by the time Harry dragged himself into bed. Harry spent the following week studying for his exams, praying that it was enough to get him good grades.


Finally exams were over and he was packing when Hedwig came tapping on his bedroom window. "Hey girl," he said opening the window for her. "I was starting to worry about you," he said opening Hedwig's cage for her to enter. It was a lie of course. Until he saw her at the window he had completely forgotten that it had been a month since he had last seen her. He took the scroll from Hedwig's leg before closing the cage door behind her. He saw the Hogwarts seal and wondered why he was getting another letter from the school. Had something changed? Did Professor McGonagall decide that she didn't want someone like him teaching at the school after all? He sat on his bed and tore open the scroll.


HOGWARTS SCHOOL

of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

~

Headmistress: Minerva McGonagall


Dear Mr. Potter:


I have received your owl post and am delighted that you have agreed to accept the position at the school. I look forward to seeing you again tomorrow. You will be expected tomorrow at King's Cross Station, Platform 9 ¾ at 1 o'clock in the afternoon where the Hogwarts Express will bring you and the other teachers to the school. You will have time to unpack and rest before the evening banquet at which time your teaching duties will be reveled.


Yours sincerely,


Minerva McGonagall


Minerva McGonagall, Headmistress Hogwarts


'Platform 9 ¾ wow,' Harry thought more than a little surprised, 'it's been four years since I've been on the Hogwarts Express.' Putting the letter aside, Harry continued to finish packing his belongings. He suddenly remembered that he had never written to Ron and Hermione to tell them what had happened. He figured that he'd wait until tomorrow when he was settled in at Hogwarts before sending off a letter to them.


Harry laid in his bed later that evening his room empty of everything that had made it so special to him for the past four years. All the wizarding pictures of him, Ron and Hermione smiling and waving at graduation, pictures of him playing Quidditch zooming around reaching for the snitch, him with his current classmates goofing around, were all taken down and put away for safe keeping. Harry looked around the room and felt a little sad. He'd never had much of a home and it was only when he was at school that he felt he had something close to one. He was glad that he was going back to Hogwarts and wondered who else McGonagall had hired to teach the following year. 'This is like going back for the first time all over again.' With a smile on his face, Harry closed his eyes and went to sleep. He couldn't wait to be back at King's Cross Station getting on Platform 9 ¾, climbing onto the Hogwarts Express, and heading back to his most favorite place on earth.


A/N: So there is the end of chapter one! What did you all think? I know where I'm going with this story, but I think the gang needs to get into some trouble too. So I'm open to suggestions! If you had absolute power (pretty much) to do what ever you wanted (within reason) at Hogwarts without getting into trouble (well not much trouble at least) what would it be? We need some high jinx up in this piece! Review if you have time and let me know if you have any requests for stuff you'd like to see.