Is it Too Late?
A sequel to "Remuneration for Instructional Services"going on the idea that Harry takes the job he'd held in an ad hoc basis the previous year. This story shall be a loosely collected group of scenes, and as such, though I have currently titled it based on the first of those scenes, future scenes may suggest a better title for it. Don't expect this collection to be titled its final title until the fifth scene at the earliest.
Harry Potter was not impressed with Professor Horace Slughorn, or at least the need to use his celebrity to convince him to teach at Hogwarts again. That being said, he was looking forward to having a decent Potions class for a change. Wait. Potions? "You're hiring Slughorn to teach Potions? What about Snape?" Harry Potter said they left the abandoned house that the former head of Slytherin had been hiding in.
"Professor Snape will finally be getting his wish to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts," Professor Dumbledore said. The professor's tone was almost regretful, as if he expected to loose an old friend.
"If I had said yes, you wouldn't be doing this, would you?" Harry said, remembering the dinner he'd attended at Hogwarts some weeks prior.
"Perhaps," Dumbledore said a tone that said that one would never know.
"I am not taking Defense Against the Dark Arts with Professor Severus Snape," Harry said firmly. "Even if I have to kill him and teach both Potions and Defense as a result."
"I wouldn't quite go that far," Dumbledore said. "Though I do understand the sentiment. Severus can be quite exasperating at times. I have not told Severus that he had the job of Defense yet ... so I suppose that the offer could be considered to be still open for you.."
"I'll take it," Harry said firmly.
"Then it seems that I will have to find another job for Severus, as it seems I've just handed his Potions Professorship away. Pity," Dumbledore said, as Harry took his arm.
Moments later, a can clattered through the open space where they had once been. Harry would remember the place well, though. It was the place where he had taken charge of his life.