Magic Knows No Boundaries Chapter 48 (Patreon)

Chapter 48:

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Hadrian took his seat at the head table next to his mother who smiled at him and waved.

"So you really did get turned into a kid, huh?" She asked. "That's going to make you bossing us around at the next full moon pretty awkward."

Harry pretended to be confused because Flitwick was next to him to his right.

"Full moon?" He asked. "Why would I be bossing you around during a full moon? And who is us?"

She made an "ooooh" face, catching onto her slip up in assuming he had knowledge of his older self.

"You've been running a werewolf sanctuary." His mother explained. "My husband, his friends and I have all been volunteering. You're a real slavedriver."

No he wasn't. That volunteer work had been absolute cake. But he couldn't say that.

The students began trickling in just then and all eyes went right to the two Potters. First to Lily, with looks of pure joy. Harry could respect this, his mother was a far more agreeable potions teacher than Severus. But he didn't appreciate the odd looks they gave him. For many these looks were happy ones like with his mother, which then turned into confusion.

Professor Sprout leaned over his mother to whisper to him

"Is there a reason you aren't using an aging potion to hide your condition?" Pamona asked.

"Well, mostly because I assume every single staff only place or funciton in the castle is warded against aging potions, and it would make doing my job more difficult." Harry said.

"You assume correctly." Said Professor Flitwick.

He would know. As the charms master, odds were he put up, or at least maintained, all of the wards and charms and enchantments against underage shenanigans.

The students soon finished filing in and taking their seats, all of their eyes being on him.

Dumbledore, seeming to have noticed that nobody seemed eager to eat, stood up and made his announcement.

"Welcome back from your unexpected weeklong vacation." Dumbledore said. "Classes finally resume tomorrow morning. Many of you will be pleased to see that Professor Potter will be resuming her duties as potions mistress."

That got a lot of cheers. Harry was surprised to learn his mother was that popular, and disturbed to see the male students cheering particularly loudly.

"And as you can also see, our very own Professor Morrigan has been found. Though he has been through a bit of a transformation." Dumbledore warned.

Harry, taking this as his cue, stood up.

He had gone into his own quarters to get a set of clothes belonging to older him and he was practically swimming in the dress robes. The sleeves sextended all the way past his fingers. He spun a little on the spot to show off how much he'd "shrunken."

He then tapped his chest with his wand and cast a fitting charm. The clothes then shrunk around him until they fit perfectly.

"He has been de-aged to the sate of a teenager himself. Both physically and mentally. Even his memories of the last decade are gone." Dumbledore said. "We are working our hardest to return him to normal, but for now he is contractually obliged to continue his work here. Please be accomodating in the meantime until we either return him to normal, or find a substitue. That will be all. Tuck in!"

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Harry was still groggy from the feast by the time of his first class the next morning.

One of the worst food hangovers of his life. But, he had his first ever real job to do and he needed to earn than pension, so here he was "teaching."

And by teaching, he'd just done an assessment test from the official teachers handbook for divination. It was actually a month early for them to be taking it, as they were designed to be taken quarterly. Imagine his surprise when all of his sixth and deventh year class aced it.

"Wow, you guys are way ahead of schedule." Harry said. "I mean, I already read over his... my notes and study plan. I know you guys have been doing great in practical divinaiton, but it looks like you've all taken initiative and hit the books."

A few of his students, predictably, preened at his praise. Even though he was their age, he was still a teacher.

The strange exception to the preening was Hermione. He knew she never gave up a chance to bask in the praise of a teacher, and yet she was huddled in a corner glaring at him. For the life of him he couldn't guess why.

"Well, seeing as you're all a month ahead of schedule, we could probably get away with doing study hall if we wanted to. We won't just be doing that, but I have some catching up to do myself." Harry said. "Today I will be releasing you all early."

The expected cheers answered his declaration, but died down when he raised his hand.

"But I will be giving you all homework for the week." He warned.

The whinging that incurred was greater, both in intensity and number, than he'd expected.

"But you promised to never give out homework!" Ron said.

"I did? That sounds horribly irresponsible, even for me. Did I give a reason for not giving homework?" He asked.

"You said homework doesn't benefit learning. And causes undue stress." Said Brown.

"And that you had this slotted time to teach us." Said Draco.

"And that our time is better spent studying things that interest us." Said Susan. "Or building fiendships and romances."

Hmmm. He'd have to look into that first claim.

"Well, this will be a one time thing then. And how interesting that some of the points you just made are pertinent to the assignment." Harry said ominously.

He then walked around his desk and presented himself to the class with his arms out. He repeated his twirl from the night before to accentuate his point.

"I have been given an opportunity most people would sell their souls to have." Harry explained. "Some have tried to do exactly that, to no avail. I have been given the opportunity to relive my youth. The sad thing is, I don't have the knowledge or wisdom to make the better choices older me probably would have fantasized about. In fact, I've already had discussions with my colleagues amounting to them being envious. They've told me what they would do if they could go back toseventeen."

They were hanging onto his every word. He really had a knack for this huh?

"So, your assignment is simple. To do what I've been doing thee last few days. Imagine your future self, and write an essay detailing things they might regret." Harry instructed. "Particularly the things they regret not doing. The things you have thought about doing but never pulled the trigger on, things that future you would love to go back in time and beat you to within an inch of your life for failing to do. I want five things."(AN-1)

The students were either nodding along or writing down instructions.

"Also, I'm writing you all priority slips for your house fireplaces. I highly recommend flooing your parents and asking them these exact questions." Harry told them. "This unexpected free period for you is a great chance to do that. Class dismissed!"

They slowly filed out. Their grumbles at turned into inquisitive looks and chattering, though most simply stared off into space, deep in thought.

One student remained. Hermione. She waited for her classmates to leave before standing studiously in front of his desk. She looked rather displeased. Arms crossed. Hip jutting. A scowl deep enough to hide those adorable buck teeth. But for the life of him he couldn't even guess at what he'd done. Had older him given her an Exceeds Expectations once instead of an Outstanding?

"Why are you pretending to be Professor Morrigan?" Hermione deadpanned.

Ah. What had given him away? Was it his shampoo? Leave it to his girlfriend to find him out on the first day.

He played stupid.

"Miss Granger, while it may make you uncomfortable to be learning under a teacher who now appears to be your age, I assure you I am Hadrian Morrigan." He told her. "And if you need proof, I would direct you to..."

He was rudely interrupted by her grabbing him by the collar. She then all but yanked him across his own desk and planted fiery kiss on his mouth. It took a lot of restraint to not return the unexpected intimacy, but he fought through the temptation and shoved her off of him, making a show of wiping his mouth.

"Are you out of your mind?!" He demanded.

She must have been expecting a warmer reaction to her attack because she actually backed away at his reprimand.

"Tofty!" Harry called out.

The little elf appeared and Hermione jumped.

"Please tell me you saw all of that." Harry pleaded.

"Tofty did. And she knows how serious this is." The little elf said with a curtsy. "I will excort the young miss to Minniver. "

Hermione seemed to be a bit confused as to what was going on. So Harry enlightened her.

"Any time a teacher is alone with a student there is always either a house elf, a ghost, or a portrait present to watch the interactions. Usually two or all of them." Harry explained. "For this exact scenario. I'm sure Minerva would like to handle your discipline, but I'm going to give you a week detention anyways. To be served with Professor Potter."

He gave her a pointed look at his mother's name, and her eyes widened in understanding.

"And I'll have to write an incident report. My afternoon is ruined, thank you miss Granger. You may leave with Tofty now." He said in mock anger.

He waited for the door to close behind her before slouching into his seat and groaning.

"Is there a ghost present?" He asked aloud to the room.

"Yes." Came an unexpected voice.

He glanced over to one of the curtained patios, through which one of the members of the headless hunt walked through. He couldn't palce a name to the face.

"I think you handled that as well as could be expected." He said. "Shall we get started on that incident report?"

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There was another scene here of Lily scolding Hermione. Not enough time to finish it so it'll have to wait for the next chapter. Apologis for this one being so short as a result.

(AN-1)

For all of the young people reading, let me tell you mine. This will help if you listen.

1 – I would have gotten my GED at 16, which nobody told me I could do! I could have skipped two wasted years in the fucking gulags known s public schools. That's right, you can just graduate two years early. Test out. Get your GED. Start living actual life early.

2 – I would have joined the job corps. It's a free trade school program for teens and young adults. Which nobody told me about either until I was too old for it(26 is the max age). Then worked in the trades putting money in the bank.

3 – I would have maintained my friendships. The biggest lie told to youth is that young frienships and relations are unimportant. Take it from me, they get orders of magnitude harder to start and maintain with every year that passes.

4 – I would have gotten into shape much sooner. Seriously, start working out hard core as early as possible. Focus on workouts for bone density and muscle mass. Those you lose the ability to develop as much by thirty. You can always pick up cardio later.

5 – I would have focused on getting better sleep earlier. This may not sound as important as the others, but it might be the most important. Kick the caffeine, start getting good sleep. 8 hours is the average requirement. Average. Half of all people need more. Half need less. I need 10. And guess what mental disorders are indistinguishable from sleep deprivation? Yup. Depression, adhd/add, and anxiety. If you have any of these, kick caffeine, focus on getting good sleep. It might cure you like it did me.