"Yes, you were dead and we were desperate," he said, with a shrug. "McGonagall wasn't happy. She told Kingsley off, wanted us to return to school, but there wasn't really any choice. We couldn't leave them walking around. And you would not have been in jail. I made sure that everyone knew what you had done and Dumbledore's memories proved that you only did what he ordered you to do."
Harry was already counting the classes in his head. "I bet Mum could teach herbology. She's in charge of the greenhouses anyway, that takes care of a few classes. Not optimal, but good. Hey, I can teach Defense unless you want to take the job," he teased. "I don't mind teaching them. Hell, they should be trained in case something happens. Hermione is great at Arithmancy. I mean none of us can teach full time since there are only 2 classes but we can help. And I thought you wanted to do with two classes, eleven to fourteen and fifteen to whatever?"
He snorted. "I didn't know that men were to your taste at all, but he was a looker. Still is. I met him after he owled me. His kids saw the news that I was alive and told him." He shrugged. "Vernon would have. The man was awful and I don't know about much it was her and how much it was him. Not that I have any interest in finding out."