DADA Professor

DADA and Ginny's Husband

Hey Guys! So this is my first Hinny fanfic... Feel free to leave comments anywhere that might require editing and stuff... Hope you guys enjoy! 🥳

Disclaimer: I'll call you when I dye my hair blonde, change my name to Joanne Rowling and write a book that sold more copies that the Twilight, Hunger Games, Game of Thrones and Lord of the Rings series combined, Kay? Until that, have patience, my friend 😝

Harry James Potter. Sound familiar? War hero, The chosen one, Part of the Golden trio, saved the world from mortal peril, hates attention, married to quidditch star Ginerva Weasley-turned-Potter, father of 3, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger-turned-Weasley's best friend..... The ways in which you could describe Harry Potter were endless.

"So I guess this is final, Mr. Potter. New term starts on September the First. We'll all be awaiting your arrival."

'Well,' Harry thought resignedly, 'there you go. Add one more to that list.'

'Harry Potter. Well, it was Professor Potter now.'

Harry-bloody-Potter had signed up for the post of Defence Against The Dark Arts. Why had he? Still had no idea.

As expected, students were pleasantly surprised at finding THE Harry Potter as their professor.

Even though there was excitement at first, (the first few classes had to be solely dedicated to answering the childrens' questions about his life, the war, his escapades and what not. And it was annoying as hell, but at the same time really amusing for Harry. Some of the questions those kids asked, you would think.....) after a while, kids began to actually learn something. And when they went home to eagerly awaiting parents asking about how it was like studying from THE Harry Potter, they would only shrug and say "Professor Potter? He's a totally awesome yet doofus teacher. He loves making Dad jokes, sipping butterbeers with Professor Longbottom, pranking Professor McGonagall, and telling us tales about his childhood while teaching us stuff that's dope and life-saving. Honestly, it felt like he was one of us and not some war hero like we thought, you know?"

After a few years, the enthusiasm, albeit not gone, cooled down considerably. The questions started taking 1 class instead of the initial 6, war escapades gradually began to turn into parenting misadventures and what not.

So when a 1st year child came to Harry with bright and expectant eyes, Harry began to mentally prepare himself. But what the child asked was so unexpected, Harry almost lurched out of his seat. 

"Are you THE Ginny Weasley's husband?" eyes incredulous.

"Actually, yes, yes I am." Harry answered, smiling.

"Can you tell her I said hi?"

"Of course I can."

"Thank you so much, Professor!"

And at that moment, Harry knew that he would see himself as he was if he went in front of the Mirror of Erised.

So that was it! Honestly, just some idea that I would LOVE to have your opinions about! Also, I have no idea if I spelled 'professor' correctly. I take french too, and I usually get confused between the two spellings. Moving on... R&R please! Thanks guys!