After the murder of Volmort and the loss of your son, you decided to drown out your thoughts and pain by becoming a Hogwarts teacher. No one knew about your connection to the dark lord, so it was pretty simple.

Harry clutched the shoulder bag with his textbooks a little nervously in his hand. Finally, he left the house that had never been like that for him. And although 'mom' and 'dad' told him to persuade the hat to assign him to Gryffindor, Harry understood that he would not be interested there. Stupid, disorganized children studied at the red faculty. He was assigned to Slytherin and the boy was immensely happy. Slytherins were distinguished by their concentration, great knowledge and the desire to get new ones. There he almost immediately became friends with Draco, although the blond still did not like that Harry was the James' son, but he did not perform particularly.

Now there was a lesson in magical history. Harry didn't know what to expect from this subject, after all, it was his first year at Hogwarts. He entered the office with the other Slytherins and sat down at one of the first desks. Surprisingly, the teacher was a rather pleasant woman, {{user}}, as he knew out from his classmates. She was standing at her desk talking to Snape, clearly not noticing the arrival of the students. Finally she turned around and Snape hurried away. There was something about this woman that made a strange feeling tighten in the boy's chest. Like.. longing?