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Assistant: Title: Teach Them How To Dream
        Author: calamitoustide calamitoustide 
        Chapter: 1/30 
        Summary: Regulus Black is starting his first year as a kindergarten teacher and there's this really hot dad
        Contents: Chapter 1: First Day Jitters
    

    


      
        
          
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    Two years ago if someone came up to Regulus and said he’d be teaching a class of loud kindergarten students he would’ve laughed in their faces. After all, he had just secured a job at Hogwarts High School, and there would be no reason for him to leave it. It was a nice school, and hell, he was already imagining himself years down the line when he had his life in order. He’d be close to the teachers in his hall, he would have students he loved and ones he hated. He would have a routine, and his classroom would be perfectly organized to make sure the school year went by smoothly. He’d watch students he used to teach graduate and watch all the other teachers weep while he stayed stoic. It was all there, everything was planned. The only thing Regulus didn’t plan for was what would happen if he hated his job. He should've known at that point the universe loved throwing curve b@lls into his plans.Teaching High School wasn’t challenging, it was too easy. He taught. The students did the work they were assigned. Regulus graded it and gave it back. Then it would repeat. He didn’t even gain any type of relationship with his students, they couldn’t care less that he was their teacher or if there was a substitute for the day. Yes, this was how he was in school so there is no reason to blame them. But it isn't what he planned. He wanted something more. He didn't want to spend the rest of his life bored out of his mind grading hundreds of essays his students clearly didn't bother to try on. He’s not even the biggest fan of people. He could’ve gone into a career that interacting with no one and be completely fine. He doesn’t need anyone to be happy, he just doesn’t want to spend his days spinning around in his desk chair during lunch because there’s nothing for him to do. So he threw away the entire plan. All of it. He walked up to the Superintendent’s office and asked to be put in a different position. The only one open was Kindergarten so he took it. Knowing he’d never really been around kids that age since he was a kid of that age. Even then he didn't have many friends besides his brother, and that's a very different situation. He craved a challenge. He craved to have an impact, even if the kids probably wouldn’t remember much about them by the time they grew up into adulthood. He's starting to regret ever listening to his heart. It’s never been any good to him before, he was an idiot for thinking this would work. Though he’s never going to admit it, of course, he did this himself, he’ll stick it through to the end. Even if it means having a panic attack in the back of his classroom because the students are coming in ten minutes and he doesn’t know what to do. He’s been here for two weeks already, decorating his classroom and studying the curriculum he knows frontwards and back. He’s made friends with the teacher in the adjoining room Pandora Lovegood. She’s taught here for two years and actually knows her way around the classroom. Regulus doesn’t know anything. He went to school for four years for this and he can’t remember anything he learned. His heart is faltering and he feels like he's drowning a bit. He might be growing mad. He has to have after picking to spend his days trying to get five-year-olds to listen to him. What was he thinking? Why didn't he listen to Barty when he tried to talk him out of this? He watches the clock as it ticks counting down the seconds until the first kid arrives. His heart beating so hard he swears he sees it's indentation through his shirt. He pushes his palm against his chest trying to control his pounding heart. He’s not sure how to fix it. He might just stay this way forever. His phone buzzes on the table.  
  [Barty]: Work yourself into a panic attack yet? 

  [Regulus]: Why did I decide to go to Kindergarten 

  [Regulus]: This might’ve been the worst idea I’ve ever had 

  [Regulus]: You should’ve talked me out of this 

  [Regulus]: You’re supposed to be my best friend 

  [Barty]:  First of all talk you out of it? No one can talk you out of anything it’s impossible 

  [Barty]: And secondly the worst idea you’ve ever had was getting an education degree in the first place 

  [Regulus]: Thanks for having my back

  [Barty]: You knew I wasn’t going to give you a pep talk 

  [Barty]: Evan is there so if worse comes to worst you have someone to eat lunch with 

  [Regulus]: He teaches third grade 

  [Barty]: And? 

  [Regulus]: We’re on completely different sides of the building

  [Barty]: Calm down 

  [Barty]: You can still walk to his classroom right? Just eat lunch in there with him he’d love the company 

  [Barty]: Trust me he texts me 99% of the time telling me he’s bored

  [Regulus]: I shouldn’t be on my phone when the first kid gets here 

  [Barty]: Well that would be unprofessional yes 

  [Regulus]: Bye Barty

  [Barty]: Farewell Regulus 
 Burying his phone in his top desk drawer he goes back to staring at the clock. He still has five more minutes, but he’s sure some parents will come in early. To make sure everything goes smoothly at the very least. Last year he hadn’t had to talk to many parents. They didn’t have any parent-teacher conferences, and none of his students got in trouble. At least not in his class. Sure a couple of parents emailed him, but other than that nothing. He didn’t even meet them in person. He doesn’t know any parent-teacher small talk. Is he supposed to ask questions or just say hello? Is he supposed to focus on the kid first or the parent? Why didn’t they teach him this in Uni? This is what he needs to know screw required reading. His parents never sent him to in-person school until he was eleven and it was a boarding school. Completely different than this, he has no idea what he's doing. He cracks his knuckles, digging his heels into the carpet. He probably shouldn’t be pacing when the parents get here. He knows that much. Probably wouldn’t look too good on him if he’s walking around like a madman. He’d have no students left by the end of the day, which might actually be preferable actually. “Uh hello?” Regulus whips his neck to the side so quickly he swears he hears a snap, quickly showing a small smile as he spins around. Bracing himself for the embarrassment this will cause him, he steps away from the desk to the front of the room. Here goes nothing, right? “Hi, I’m Mr. Black.” He reaches his hand out, he tries not to think about how badly they’re shaking. Maybe he won’t notice, but it’s only made worse when he looks up and finds who’s waiting for him. In front of him stands a man who can’t be very much older than himself, sporting a tight Queen T-shirt and jeans. His hair’s a mess and Regulus can’t help but want to drown in his eyes. Wait- what no he's just a parent. That's all he is... a very attractive parent yes, but a parent nonetheless. He can’t even think like this. This isn’t why he’s here. He’s… no… he shakes his head at the thought. No. With a sigh of relief the man says, “Oh good. I was really nervous I would get lost and I used to go here,” he laughs, “Um I’m James Potter, and this,” he motions to the boy hiding slightly behind his leg, “and this is Harry.” He smiles in admiration, at the little boy. Regulus swoons. “I promise he’s not normally this shy,” he mumbles, “First-day jitters.” Regulus has no trouble smiling now, “I know them well.” He leans down to be in the boy’s eye line. He can do this. He took this job, he’ll learn how to deal with kids. And everything will end well. If he fails by the year is up he fails, what’s the worst that could happen?“Hi Harry,” he says, “It’s very nice to meet you.” The boy glances up at his father before stepping forward, and mumbling, “Hi.” His eyes are wide. Regulus isn’t sure if it’s from excitement or fear, maybe a bit of both. Regulus can’t help but sneak a glance up at the man too, “We’re gonna have a lot of fun this year, I promise.” With a furrowed brow the boy asks, “Pinky promise?” Regulus lets out a laugh shortly, before holding out his pinky to the boy, “Pinky promise.” He hadn’t sworn a promise this way since Sirius. He was eleven, and Sirius was twelve if he remembers correctly. Regulus was to be sent away to school the following morning. They wouldn’t be together for a long time and they promised that they’d never let their parents break them apart. They promised that Regulus would come back and things would be the same, they would be as they were. It reigned true for years, then Sirius ran away. That was the last time. They didn’t make another promise just to break it. They didn’t share secrets just to lose them. They were just kids then, even if Sirius was sixteen when he ran away, he was still a kid. Regulus never really appreciated what kids they were before he moved away from home himself. Lost in the memory Regulus doesn’t even notice the boy letting go and turning towards his dad for a goodbye. He looks up at him, his eyes filled with nothing but love, and hugs him tight. The man kisses the top of his head and whispers something Regulus can’t hear in his ear. He can’t help but look at them with longing if only he could’ve had a dad as Harry has. Maybe things would’ve turned out differently. Maybe he would still know Sirius, that's a nice thought. He didn’t think about that part of the job. Looking back on the childhood he never had. He thought he shoved that baggage so far down none of it could leak out through the cracks, but here it is now. James is facing him now and Regulus doesn’t know what to say. All of a sudden his mind has turned blank. Conveniently, or not so much, the man’s brain seemed to do the same. “I’ll see you this afternoon then?” He says. “Yes,” Regulus says, “Yes, you’ll see me this afternoon.”
James nods, before backing away he doesn’t turn around until he has to. Regulus knows it’s because he wants to look at his son for as long as possible, but he can’t help but feel James’ eyes on him. It doesn’t take long for more parents to show up and pluck that thought from his brain. ~…~A realization strikes Regulus after an hour of being alone with a group of twenty five-year-olds. Being a Kindergarten teacher is basically like being a fancy babysitter. Sure, he teaches them the alphabet and how to make sentences and write cursive. Which is pretty much pointless at this point, he’s not sure why they even need to know it in the first place. But most of the time, he’s reading to them or letting them play nice and paint pretty pictures. Their minds need breaks and all that… lots of breaks. The worst part is he thought he’d hate this. It sounds like everything he hates crammed into one space. Stuck in a room with squirming kids who have yet to learn the proper definition of “inside voices.” But he doesn’t. To be fair it’s been an hour, but he doesn’t hate it. He might actually be starting to like it. And that very thought is terrifying to him. He wasn’t supposed to fall in love with these kids. He’s Regulus Black that’s not what he does. He’s prided himself in hating kids most of his life, even when he was one himself. One day can’t completely revoke that. The plan for the day is pretty simple. Pandora made it all up, and Regulus is simply piggybacking off of it. It starts with a tour of the classroom, which includes each area in general detail. The play area, the reading carpet, the bathroom, lockers for their backpacks, and the tables they need to sit at every day. This includes going over the date and the weather outside. Basic things the students will one day join in on. For now, it’s Regulus acting like he’s speaking to an empty room. He also goes over raising your hand when needing to ask a question as opposed to yelling it out. Of course, they scream it out anyway but Regulus has at least a little bit of patience left in him. He has no idea how long that’ll last so he prays they pick it up quick. Lastly, he tells them about the little jobs they’ll have every day. They aren’t large ones and there aren’t even enough for all the students to have. Line leader, choosing the book reading time, carrying in the recess equipment. All things a five-year-old can do with little trouble… hopefully. The students sat nice and quiet, for the most part. Harry is already Regulus’ favorite, maybe it was bad of him to have one already, or have one at all for that matter. But Harry is the sweetest boy Regulus has ever had the pleasure of meeting. He already raises his hand every time he needs to speak and answers Regulus’ questions when none of the other kids do. It’s not much, but it is enough to put him above the other kids. There is another one Hermione Granger, who also answers many of the questions and raises her hand each time. She’s practically as good as Harry with everything. Regulus doesn’t know why he prefers one over the other. No good will come from questioning it so he won’t. Instead, he’ll teach the kids about the specials they’ll have each day. Today’s an exception but almost every single day Regulus will be free of these gremlins and they’ll go to one of five classes. “On A days you’ll go to the Gym where you’ll play different games and challenges with Mr. Hagrid.” He explains while pointing to the calendar on the board. “The next days will be B days during that you’ll go to Computer class with Mr. Flickwick. Then C days are Art with Miss McKinnon. D days are Music class with Miss Macdonald.” Before he can finish Harry’s hand shoots up, Regulus nods, “Yes Harry?” “Miss Macdonald lives with my mommy,” he smiles.  Regulus smiles in response. Kids don’t seem to have a filter most of the time, which can make it hard to know what to say when they inevitably say something out of the blue. Luckily Regulus is a quick learner. “Well, you’ve got a head start already then. I’m sure she’ll be very happy to see you.” Harry beams, “Now E days are going to be spent in the Library with Miss Pince. She’ll teach you all about how the library runs and do a little read-aloud. For E days you are stuck with me but we’ll make arrangements with Mrs. Lovegood’s class next door and do something fun I promise.” Harry’s hand shoots up once more. After Regulus calls on him he asks, “Pinky promise?”
Regulus’ smile grows, “Yes, pinky promise.” Within a second Harry ran up to the front of the classroom, pinky out straight. ~…~When Regulus walks his students down to the cafeteria he can feel himself lagging. He still has three more hours with these kids, and he only has a half an hour break while they eat. After he and Pandora will take the kids outside to run around but he doubts that’ll be a break for him. As he’s waiting by the door watching the kids file inside Evan creeps up from behind him. “You look like sh@t,” he says. Regulus’ eyes widen, “There are kids around.” Evan shrugs, “They’ll learn it eventually,” smirking he tugs Regulus back. “How did you become a teacher?” Evan brushes him off, “Did you want to eat with me in my room or yours?” All the grades eat at different times but the third grade specials time line up with the kindergarten lunch time making it the perfect time for them to eat together. Regulus will pretend to hate it, especially because Evan insists on bullying him every chance he gets. But he’s very relieved it ended up working out this way. He might have to deal with Evan enough at home but it’s nice to have at least someone in his corner. “Barty put you up to this?”
“Are you forgetting that we’re friends too?” They all met at the boarding school and shared a dorm even. Barty and Evan didn’t date till later, way later. They didn’t even tell Regulus until he moved back to London, they just pretended to be very affectionate friends who lived together. Regulus hates himself for not figuring it out himself. Evan and Barty outsmarted him. Impossible. “I told Pandora I would eat with her,” he says, ignoring the previous statement. Evan shrugs, “I’ll eat with her too, she’s your little teacher buddy right?”
“Don’t mock.”
“I’m not mocking,” he says with a smile on his face that tells a very different story. Kindergarten is the only grade with the buddy system. Regulus isn’t sure why this is exactly, but he’s grateful for it regardless even if he’d never say it. The walk back to his classroom is short, and as soon as Evan walks in he’s immediately entranced by all the posters hanging on the walls, “You put these all up?”Crossing his arms over his chest Regulus says, “Yes I did.”
“Aww,” Evan coos, “Isn’t that adorable.”
“You teach third grade, Evan,” Regulus says bluntly, “You have the same exact posters on your walls.” “Yes but I am not Regulus Black,” Evan says, “It makes sense for me to have a classroom like this. But you never in a million years…” Without hearing the rest of the wonderful sentence Evan was constructing Regulus takes his packed lunch and walks through the adjoining door to Pandora’s classroom. Her classroom is very similar to his, both of which are filled with rainbow colors and bright lights. But hers has this certain air Regulus can’t quite explain. First of all, she’s wearing a dress with strawberries on it, with matching earrings which screams Kindergarten teacher. And the room itself looks like it’s out of a daydream, Regulus isn’t sure how she does it. “Well hello,” Pandora smiles softly, “How’s the first day? Still got the jitters?” “I’m exhausted,” he crashes into the seat right by her desk allowing for his bag to fall on the floor by his feet. Pandora laughs, “You’ll get used to it.”
“You don’t look tired at all,” He deadpans, “In fact, you look more energetic than you started.” She shrugs in response, “I find if I pretend long enough it becomes reality.” “Didn’t help me,” Evan strolls into the classroom, “I pretended I was straight for seventeen years of my life, and yet…” Regulus sighs, “This is Evan. I apologize in advance.” “Hey!” “You teach third grade?” Pandora questions.“Yes and one day it will be the death of me,” he sits in the next closest chair to the desk, “But it’s not kindergarten. I would kill myself  if it were kindergarten.”
“I can see why,” Regulus deadpans. “Oh come on,” Pandora says, “It’s not that bad. You have to at least like one thing about it.”  After a long pause, Regulus says, “It’s certainly a challenge.”
Pandora sends him an exasperated expression, “You like your kids?” Regulus shrugs, “They’re alright.” “Any hot Dads?” Evan suggests. Regulus' mind goes to the one with the band-tee and messy hair. The thought makes his cheeks heat up, “Excuse me.”
Evan grins victorious, “Oh so there is a hot Dad.” “I didn’t say that!” “You didn’t have to,” Evan says, “So who is he.”
“No one.”
“Don’t worry Reg,” Pandora says, “Everyone has fallen for a hot dad at least once. I sure have. And some of the moms too actually.”
Regulus lies through his teeth, “I don’t like one of the Dads.”
“But you still think he’s hot?” Evan questions. “No.”
“Liar.”
Regulus sighs, “He’s just… a little attractive.”
“Only a little?” Pandora says, “Well that’s disappointing.” “How’s his kid?” Evan asks, “Cause if you get attached to the kid the Dad comes with it.” “I don’t want the Dad.” Pandora and Evan share a look “I don’t!” “Then why are you blushing right now?” Pandora asks. 
Regulus groans in his hands. This is going to be a long year.  
  [Barty]: So I heard you’ve got the hots for some DILF 

  [Regulus]: I hate you 

  [Barty]: I can’t believe you told Evan before you told me 

  [Barty]: I thought we were best friends 

  [Regulus]: F@ck you 

  [Barty]: Love you too <3 

  
  

    
      
        
        
          A couple of things I wanted to add here <31. I am from America and therefore this will be my Kindergarten experience (kind of) I hate fics that are set in America that shouldn't be and I'm sorry. But this is for fun and having Harry go through my elementary school experience is fun for me. However if there is anything outlandish you want to call me out on feel free to do so2. Lily is not just an accessory to Jegulus in this fic. She has her own life with Mary. James also doesn't have full custody of Harry. Harry may live with him but Lily is practically over there every single day. They are co-parenting all the way. They just didn't want Harry to have to uproot his life every week and move houses. It will be explained later of course but I have no room for Lily slander.Alright now this should be fun :)Tumblr: @calamitoustide'
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