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Fic: The First Lesson (Harry James Potter, Gen)
Title: The First Lesson
Rating: PG
Characters & Pairing: Harry Potter
Word Count: ~ 1,300
Content: Teacher!Harry Potter, long term injury
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Harry faces his greatest challenge yet... teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts to first years.
A/n: Not written for anything except a couple of GYWO days.
- - -
Harry Potter walked down the corridors of Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry in a state of nostalgic reverie. He hadn'd been here for more than a decade beyond brief visits. Now he was looking at whole terms back here.
He always didn't notice his leg. There was solid thud of his walking stick, which was certain not a cane thank you very much, accompanying every other step. That told why Harry was here. On an Auror raid, an immature Basilisk had bitten his leg, pumped it full of venom and tried to pull it off for good measure.
While the physical damage had been easily repaired at St Mungo's, Harry had been shocked to find that with no fresh phoenix tears available, even immature Basilisk venom was going to take a long time to heal.
After a couple of weeks of dealing with the results of Harry on permanent desk work, the Head Auror had decided to find Harry different employment for the duration of his convalescence and written the Headmistress about him.
As luck would have it the current Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor was looking to spend less time teaching after six years on the job, an unprecedentedly long tenure as far as Harry was concerned. So Harry was talking a few of their classes of of their hands and testing the waters as far as teaching was concerned.
Of course, he was taking the classes the professor didn't want. No interesting high level practical work for him, Harry was petrified, he was going to be teaching the first year's introduction to the subject.
It wasn't something Harry felt at all comfortable with. Hermione had laughed herself hoarse at the idea of him teaching and Ron had half-heartedly reassured him he'd done a good job with the DA. Unfortunately as Harry had pointed out the DA had all been practical teach of volunteers, people who wanted to be their. A school teacher didn't have that luxury, at least not before N.E.W.T level.
It didn't help that Harry barely remembered his own school days. That wasn't quite right of course, but what he most clearly remembered was old rivalries, adventures, and things frequently trying to kill him. The theory and lessons and school work had all faded away with time.
School wasn't like that any more, if ever it had for anyone else, Harry thought with a dry smile.
Harry arrived in his classroom ahead of time and had written his name on the board. It had taken a bit of concentration to write Professor and not Auror ahead of it. Harry had considered this lesson long and hard, thinking back to his own school days. He remembered being excited for Defense Against The Dark Arts in his own first year. Quirrel's lessons had been a bit of a joke but he had at least been non-threatening to beginners.
The better teachers he'd had were Lupin and the fake Moody and while Harry hoped to be able to get the same rapore with a class Lupin had, the practical lessons and demonstrations they had done were not the sort of thing you could do with first years.
It was strange to take one of the worst teachers he'd had as a model Harry thought as the tiny students filed in and nervously found desks and hovered between them and the chairs.
"Sit down class," Harry said smiling. "quick as you like please."
As far as he could judge they all seemed excited, several of the class were looking at him in awe, whether they knew that was because they knew who he was or simply they were the kind to be in awe of all the teachers, he couldn't yet tell.
When they had all settled down, Harry coughed a little and every pair of eyes fixed on him.
"Hello," he said. "I am Professor Harry Potter."
A few of them took a little intake of breath and some of their eyes grew wider. A smile played over Harry's lips but he suppressed it when he'd first come to Hogwarts nearly everyone had reacted to his name. It was odd to think he was less famous now he had some actual accomplishments to his name but he'd never appreciated the attention.
"Some of you might know my name. If you study History of Magic long enough, unlikely I know, you might even encounter it there. I have a certain personal experience of the Dark Arts."
The joke fell flat, the kids must not have had a History of Magic class yet, still more of them were looking at him more excitedly now.
"I was also an Auror and have delt with these things professionally. It was my job to keep you safe from the Dark Arts, and now I'm going to do that by teaching you want I know, in a safe secure environment."
Lockheart had harped on about his credentials as an ego boost. Harry felt the same thing was necessary to establish his bona fides with the class and gain their confidence.
Harry took the register, trying to glean the uptmost he could out each child's body language and how they announced themselves present. It was meagre enough information but it was a start.
"Now, I believe in practical lessons and lots of practise of spell work," -every face looked at him hopefully, and every smile was dashed when he continued. – "unfortunately there is a lot of theory and foundation to get through before we get to that happy moment. So does everyone have a copy of the text?"
Nearly everyone of them had. Harry said he'd deal with the remaining two later and held up a copy of the class's textbook, which he'd had no choice in the selection of and was a little astounded was still in circulation. Still he was obligated and did his best.
Defensive Magical Theory by Wilbert Slinkhard.
"This is the approved Ministry text. It is a good text for beginners and thoroughly describes your rights of self-defense and when you're entitled to use magic."
One boy, who Harry mentally classed as an Hermione, raised a quivering hand. Everyone else was shooting shocked glances at him for interrupting.
"Yes?" Harry said with an encouraging smile.
"You don't sound like approve of the book sir and you didn't say thing about it having actual defensive magic in it, sir. "
"Well noticed." Harry said. "This textbook is everything the Ministry wants you to know."
"Isn't that enough sir?"
Harry thought of the things he could tell the class. Umbridge had told them there was nothing out there, Snape had tried to impress them with the sheer power of the Dark Arts. Harry wished to do neither.
"In an ideal world, yes it would. The Magical Law Enforcement Patrol and the Auror Departments are there to protect people and we do our best. I'm of the opinion that one cannot be too prepared." Constance Vigilance, he thought with another smile playing over his lips.
"Yes sir. Thank you sir," the student said.
"Not a problem… Joshi wasn't it?" He got a nod and was pleased with his memory. "Take five points for…"
"Ravenclaw, sir."
"Ravenclaw then." Harry said. "Never be afraid to ask questions, everyone."
That prompted a spate of questions from all sides, many of them less well founded than Joshi's but Harry didn't mind, the class was in fact fully engaged in the lesson.
Maybe this was going to work out after all.
Rating: PG
Characters & Pairing: Harry Potter
Word Count: ~ 1,300
Content: Teacher!Harry Potter, long term injury
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Harry faces his greatest challenge yet... teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts to first years.
A/n: Not written for anything except a couple of GYWO days.
- - -
Harry Potter walked down the corridors of Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry in a state of nostalgic reverie. He hadn'd been here for more than a decade beyond brief visits. Now he was looking at whole terms back here.
He always didn't notice his leg. There was solid thud of his walking stick, which was certain not a cane thank you very much, accompanying every other step. That told why Harry was here. On an Auror raid, an immature Basilisk had bitten his leg, pumped it full of venom and tried to pull it off for good measure.
While the physical damage had been easily repaired at St Mungo's, Harry had been shocked to find that with no fresh phoenix tears available, even immature Basilisk venom was going to take a long time to heal.
After a couple of weeks of dealing with the results of Harry on permanent desk work, the Head Auror had decided to find Harry different employment for the duration of his convalescence and written the Headmistress about him.
As luck would have it the current Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor was looking to spend less time teaching after six years on the job, an unprecedentedly long tenure as far as Harry was concerned. So Harry was talking a few of their classes of of their hands and testing the waters as far as teaching was concerned.
Of course, he was taking the classes the professor didn't want. No interesting high level practical work for him, Harry was petrified, he was going to be teaching the first year's introduction to the subject.
It wasn't something Harry felt at all comfortable with. Hermione had laughed herself hoarse at the idea of him teaching and Ron had half-heartedly reassured him he'd done a good job with the DA. Unfortunately as Harry had pointed out the DA had all been practical teach of volunteers, people who wanted to be their. A school teacher didn't have that luxury, at least not before N.E.W.T level.
It didn't help that Harry barely remembered his own school days. That wasn't quite right of course, but what he most clearly remembered was old rivalries, adventures, and things frequently trying to kill him. The theory and lessons and school work had all faded away with time.
School wasn't like that any more, if ever it had for anyone else, Harry thought with a dry smile.
Harry arrived in his classroom ahead of time and had written his name on the board. It had taken a bit of concentration to write Professor and not Auror ahead of it. Harry had considered this lesson long and hard, thinking back to his own school days. He remembered being excited for Defense Against The Dark Arts in his own first year. Quirrel's lessons had been a bit of a joke but he had at least been non-threatening to beginners.
The better teachers he'd had were Lupin and the fake Moody and while Harry hoped to be able to get the same rapore with a class Lupin had, the practical lessons and demonstrations they had done were not the sort of thing you could do with first years.
It was strange to take one of the worst teachers he'd had as a model Harry thought as the tiny students filed in and nervously found desks and hovered between them and the chairs.
"Sit down class," Harry said smiling. "quick as you like please."
As far as he could judge they all seemed excited, several of the class were looking at him in awe, whether they knew that was because they knew who he was or simply they were the kind to be in awe of all the teachers, he couldn't yet tell.
When they had all settled down, Harry coughed a little and every pair of eyes fixed on him.
"Hello," he said. "I am Professor Harry Potter."
A few of them took a little intake of breath and some of their eyes grew wider. A smile played over Harry's lips but he suppressed it when he'd first come to Hogwarts nearly everyone had reacted to his name. It was odd to think he was less famous now he had some actual accomplishments to his name but he'd never appreciated the attention.
"Some of you might know my name. If you study History of Magic long enough, unlikely I know, you might even encounter it there. I have a certain personal experience of the Dark Arts."
The joke fell flat, the kids must not have had a History of Magic class yet, still more of them were looking at him more excitedly now.
"I was also an Auror and have delt with these things professionally. It was my job to keep you safe from the Dark Arts, and now I'm going to do that by teaching you want I know, in a safe secure environment."
Lockheart had harped on about his credentials as an ego boost. Harry felt the same thing was necessary to establish his bona fides with the class and gain their confidence.
Harry took the register, trying to glean the uptmost he could out each child's body language and how they announced themselves present. It was meagre enough information but it was a start.
"Now, I believe in practical lessons and lots of practise of spell work," -every face looked at him hopefully, and every smile was dashed when he continued. – "unfortunately there is a lot of theory and foundation to get through before we get to that happy moment. So does everyone have a copy of the text?"
Nearly everyone of them had. Harry said he'd deal with the remaining two later and held up a copy of the class's textbook, which he'd had no choice in the selection of and was a little astounded was still in circulation. Still he was obligated and did his best.
Defensive Magical Theory by Wilbert Slinkhard.
"This is the approved Ministry text. It is a good text for beginners and thoroughly describes your rights of self-defense and when you're entitled to use magic."
One boy, who Harry mentally classed as an Hermione, raised a quivering hand. Everyone else was shooting shocked glances at him for interrupting.
"Yes?" Harry said with an encouraging smile.
"You don't sound like approve of the book sir and you didn't say thing about it having actual defensive magic in it, sir. "
"Well noticed." Harry said. "This textbook is everything the Ministry wants you to know."
"Isn't that enough sir?"
Harry thought of the things he could tell the class. Umbridge had told them there was nothing out there, Snape had tried to impress them with the sheer power of the Dark Arts. Harry wished to do neither.
"In an ideal world, yes it would. The Magical Law Enforcement Patrol and the Auror Departments are there to protect people and we do our best. I'm of the opinion that one cannot be too prepared." Constance Vigilance, he thought with another smile playing over his lips.
"Yes sir. Thank you sir," the student said.
"Not a problem… Joshi wasn't it?" He got a nod and was pleased with his memory. "Take five points for…"
"Ravenclaw, sir."
"Ravenclaw then." Harry said. "Never be afraid to ask questions, everyone."
That prompted a spate of questions from all sides, many of them less well founded than Joshi's but Harry didn't mind, the class was in fact fully engaged in the lesson.
Maybe this was going to work out after all.
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