A/N: Hello again peoples, hope you enjoyed the other chapter! Hell, why should I write this, you don't read it anyway do you? Well if you do, hi!

Choco Frog

Harry awoke the next morning, forgetting the dream of him and Voldemort completely. He happily got out of his large bed and magically dressed himself in jeans, a red shirt and his favourite red robes with gold trimmings. Looking at the clock on the wall, Harry noticed it was ten minutes until breakfast.

Harry sighed as he said good-bye to himself (who was still giggling madly to himself) and made his way towards the Great Hall, not knowing what he was going to teach.

(A/N: He's in the Great Hall now, the walk was boring)

Upon entering the Great Hall, many young students waved hello to Harry delightfully as he made his way to the teachers table, where he saw Hermione and Remus sitting together, talking.

" Good morning Harry," Hermione greeted as he sat next to her and started to load his plate. " Have a nice sleep?"

Harry looked at her weirdly. " Hermione, aren't you a little cheerful today?"

Remus chuckled. " She has classes today, she is always like this on weekdays."

Ron then came stumbling into the hall, his hair in disarray. " Morning all."

Hermione tutted as he sat next to Harry. " Ron, what did I tell you about coming in here like that? What will the students think?"

" I think its funny," piped up a young Gryffindor with long black hair and bright blue eyes. " I can't wait until I leave school."

Harry chortled and gazed at the small girl. " You have many years to wait miss.."

" Addison," she said politely with a familiar flick to his scar, which wasn't hiding beneath his hair for once. " Delicia Addison, sir."

Harry raised an eyebrow at the girl. " Well, nice to meet you Delicia, and do not call me sir, just Harry."

Delicia nodded and grinned. " Okay Harry," she said before skipping happily towards her giggling friends at the Gryffindor table.

" I see you have met Addison," McGonagall spoke up from behind him. " She does not seem like a Malfoy, does she?"

Harry shook his head as he watched Delicia tell her friends something before giggling and glancing up at Harry. " No. She does not."

" You need to keep an eye on her, we do not know when Draco Malfoy is going to attack her," McGonagall said before moving to her usual seat at the other end of the table, next to Snape.

Remus looked at Harry closely. " You will keep an eye on her, right? If you are anything like your father, you would ignore that comment."

" I am more of my mother in this part I guess," Harry said thoughtfully. " I will keep a very close eye on Delicia, and hopefully nothing will go wrong."

As soon as everyone had entered the hall, McGonagall stood up. " I am pleased to announce that our first Quidditch match will be on the 23rd of September, Gryffindor against Ravenclaw. Please, get back to breakfast."

Harry grinned and stood up. Hermione looked at him curiously.

" Padfoot hasn't turned up. I was wondering if this has something to do with a prank," Harry said, his mischievous grin making Hermione narrow her eyes. " Do not worry, Herm, I am not going to help him."

As Harry walked away, Hermione did not hear him say, " Well, at least not at this moment."

Sirius was indeed trying to prank someone, and it so happened to be (surprise, surprise) Snape. He was charming the walls of his dungeon pink with the Maraunder emblem on one of the walls. This emblem had changed from a werewolf, a grim like dog, a stag and a rat to a werewolf, a grim like dog and a stallion. These three animals represented Remus, Sirius and Harry.

" Well Sirius, mind if you let another Maraunder help with this project?" Harry asked from the door of the pink dungeon, his green eyes sparkling with mischief.

Sirius caught sight of Harry and invited him into the dungeon. " This colour brightens up the room, doesn't it?"

Harry thought for a moment. " Yes, but you are missing something." He clapped his hands and hundreds of shampoo bottles appeared on his desk, full to the top. " There, perfect, now come to breakfast before anyone notices."

Sirius and Harry then exited the colourful room and towards the Great Hall.

" Hermione's going to kill you, Padfoot," Harry said matter-of-factly as the jumped over the trick stair and greeted Peeves (who was cackling madly holding a hand full of chalk) " Playing a prank on a Monday, what were you thinking?"

Sirius chortled and grinned. " But, she will kill you as well, you helped, didn't you?"

Harry winced. " Damn I forgot about that."

Sirius patted Harry's back sympathetically. " Nice knowing you, Harry."

Harry snorted and laughed at Sirius. "And this is coming from the one who started the whole prank in the first place?"

" Yep," Sirius said proudly as they entered the Great Hall. " Who does widdle Harry have to teach today?"

Harry rolled his eyes and took the timetable of his classes out of his pocket. " Um, first, seventh years, Gryffindor and Slytherin." Harry groaned. " Why Slytherin?"

Sirius shrugged and sat down next to Ron at the teacher's table. " Because you don't like them. Of course the most dreaded class is first."

Harry nodded in agreement before sitting next to him and glancing at his timetable next. " Then I have third year Ravenclaw and Gryffindor. Two classes with Gryffindors right next to each other?"

" Dmwph cmplnf," Sirius said with a mouthful of food.

Harry gawked at his godfather. " Say that again in clear English Padfoot?"

Sirius swallowed the mouthful of bacon in his mouth and wiped his face hastily. " Don't complain, I mean, Gryffindors are great."

Hermione turned from her conversation with Remus. " Harry and Sirius, you didn't do anything did you?"

" No Hermione," Harry and Sirius chorused innocently, ignoring Remus' chuckle.

Harry sighed and leant back on his chair. " Did Moony have anything to do with your prank," he mumbled quietly so Hermione couldn't hear.

Sirius nodded and mumbled back just as quiet, " His job was to distract Hermione. Remus didn't feel like adventuring into Snape's dungeons. I don't blame him really."

Snape (who was sitting near the edge of the long table) suddenly stood up, glaring at the Maraunders. " If you have done anything to my dungeons Black," he hissed as he walked past towards the large oak doors. " Your head shall be served to your mother on a silver platter."

Sirius furrowed his brow and stared at Snape's retreating back. " My mother is dead Snivellus," he yelled, grinning as Snape gave him a death glare before continuing to walk. " Sorry to dampen your spirits."

Harry chortled as he also stood. " Well, better prepare for the worse, seventh years coming up."

" And I shall help you," Sirius stated, also standing. " You will need help to survive at this school you know."

Remus sighed and followed after the two men. " Sirius, you have your own class to attend to and you may need to be away from Severus when he realises what you have done. I'll help Harry and you run away."

" Okay," Sirius said brightly before turning into a dog and bolting past a couple of scared first years and out into the sunshine.

Remus nodded happily. " That should keep him busy, now, what are you planning on doing for your seventh years Greymane (marauder nickname)?"

Harry shrugged as they followed the herd of students up to the second floor. " I was hoping you had idea's."

Remus thought for a moment as they entered the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom. " Patronus? You never know when it may become useful."

" But shouldn't I teach that to younger students? I learnt it in my third year remember? And many Dementors have been killed during the war," Harry answered slowly, thinking hard (and we all know that hurts).

" But," Remus said mysteriously, eying the students who had begun to trickle into the room. " You may never know if they are all gone do you? And, you were powerful than usual at the age of thirteen. Have fun."

Harry growled in frustration as his friend left the room, singing the Hogwarts tune under his breath.

The seventh year Gryffindors and Slytherins sat down quietly, taking out their wands and books, occasionally muttering something to the friend sitting next to them.

" Hello," Harry said brightly before sitting cross-legged on his desk. " And you all know I'm Harry, and I'm your teacher for this year."

A shy Gryffindor then put her hand up. " Um, sir, will you be teaching us next year as well?"

Harry shook his head. " No, the Cannons are already devastated that I'm leaving for a year, lets not make it two. Also, it's Harry, not sir, sounds horrible. Today, you are going to be practicing the p-"

" POTTER!"

Harry groaned before standing up and leaning against his desk. " I think he found out what we did."

" What did you do?" asked an eager boy from Gryffindor. " Did you set his hair on fire? Did you paint his robes pink?"

Snape burst through the door, glaring at the Potter who was casually leaning against the teacher's desk at the front of the room, amusingly watching Snape.

" Yes Snivellus?" Harry asked pleasantly, his arms crossed in front of him. " And how may I help you today?"

" By undoing the spells in my dungeon for starters," Snape growled, spit spraying from his mouth. " Then you may leave the school, taking that foolish mutt with you."

" Now Severus," Harry calmly said, crossing the room in a couple of strides. " Don't be so hard on yourself."

Snape's face, if possible, turned even redder than previously. " You Potter's are all alike. Insulting respected students for the fun of it, becoming a hero, painting dungeons pink, giving me shampoo bottles-"

" Who, you did all that," chuckled the same boy as before. " Can I go to the dungeons to see?"

Snape turned towards the boy. " No you cannot you insolent little boy! 50 points from Gryffindor for insulting a professor." The Gryffindor opened his mouth to protest. " And another 10 for back chatting a professor."

Snape gave Harry a look of pure loathing before turning sharply and leaving, his black robes billowing behind him.

"Well," Harry said, clapping his hands cheerfully. " That went well. 60 points to Gryffindor for, ah, being a Gryffindor!"

" That's not fair," complained a Slytherin from the back. " Major didn't do anything right!"

" But," Harry pointed out. " He did not do anything wrong either. Anyway, back to our lesson, today you will be performing the Patronus cham."

" You're joking," a girl said from the front row. " That is a highly advanced spell professor. We could not do it even if we practice every day."

Harry sighed and rolled his eyes. "Harry. My name is Harry. I did this spell in my third year, I am sure you may be able to do it now."

The door again burst open, though this time Sirius ran in panting.

" Sirius, what are you doing," Harry asked, confused at why his godfather hid underneath his desk. " And, don't you have a class now?" Harry waved his hand and the door shut by itself, banging loudly.

Sirius looked out from under the desk. " Snape's looking for me because of the prank, pretty angry too. All I did was paint the dungeons and put a kick me sign on his back. Remus is looking after the first years while I hide from the dreaded Potions master. " He again ducked his head under the table.

" Godfathers," Harry muttered, smiling as his class stared confused at the desk hiding Sirius. " Who needs them."

" Um, Harry," asked a shy boy from Gryffindor. " Are we going to do anything this lesson? Because, we only have five minutes left."

Harry shook his head. " Nothing today. Does anyone have any questions for me?"

The eager boy immediately put his hand up. " Yes, ah,"

" Danyl," said the boy. " Um, Harry, is it true that when you were twelve you killed a Basilisk?"

Sirius popped his head out from underneath the desk. " Yes, he told me about that, didn't you Harry?"

" Yes, it is true," Harry sighed, glaring at his godfather. " Ignore Sirius from now on, he is supposed to be hiding."

Sirius growled much like his Anamigus form and again disappeared under the desk. " Fine then, grumpy godson, what did I ever do to him."

A Slytherin girl then put her hand up. " Is it true that Lord Voldemort's father was a muggle?"

Harry nodded, preparing to give them the full story. "Voldemort's father was a muggle, and left his as soon as he was born. My guess is he saw his son and thought how horrible he was and took off," Harry said, chuckling softly. "His mother was a witch, but died at birth so Voldie went to a muggle orphanage."

The girl nodded in understanding and whispered something to her friends excitingly. The bell rang; signalling next class and Harry let all his seventh years disappear out the door.

Harry turned and sighed as Sirius scrambled out of his hiding spot. " Padfoot, what was the point in hiding, I mean, he will just get you next class, won't he?"

" Good point," Sirius muttered before turning around and sitting down underneath the desk once again.

" What about your class," Harry asked, looking as though he was talking to the desk. " Won't they be quite confused?"

Sirius shrugged carelessly. " Remus knows how long it takes Snape to give up. I am sure he can handle it all by himself. He was a professor before, and he is a Maraunder."

" Oh yes," Harry said sarcastically, throwing his hands up in defeat as his first year class walked in. " How could I forget."

The first years looked at his, terrified, except Delicia, who smiled happily. She grinned and talked to her friends in small whispers, giggling ever so often.

" Is everyone here?" Harry asked an alarmed girl at the front kindly.

" Y-yes sir," the girl stuttered, looking at her friends for help.

" I never knew my godson was that scary," a voice under the desk muttered; making the small girl even more scared.

" Don't worry about that," Harry said, glaring at the teacher's desk. " A stupid mutt decided to follow me today."

Harry heard Sirius snort. " Stupid mutt my a-"

" Sirius," Harry said warningly, dragging his godfather out of his hiding place. " Go find Snape, tease him, I don't care, and then teach your own class something."

Sirius gave Harry a mischievous grin. " Okay!" He then bounded out into the halls, cackling madly reminding many students and teacher's of the dreaded Peeves.

A/N: Well, now that's finally over! I hope you liked that and I am so sorry it's taken so long, I've had a serious case of writers block, and I mean it! My other stories will be update soon I hope, I'm currently typing like crazy on all of them. Please please please review, I wanna know what you think on this, and my other ones.

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Choco Frog