Wizards of the World 1: The Australian Institute of Magic, Australia

2: The Classes

Theodore - or Teddy - Lupin was enjoying his life in Australia. He was now the Potions Master of Cowarn's School, and was enjoying teaching the students of Australia about all the Potions he used in the Dark Wars back in England. Occasionally during class he would stop talking and just stare off into space, thinking about all the friends and family he had lost, in both the Voldemort War and the Dark Wars. His parents, his godfather and his girlfriend Victoire, along with many of the Weasley children and his godfather's son Albus. After a few lessons, the students became used to his lectures petering out half-way through, and simply used the time he was 'gone' to catch up on homework and gossip.

The Potions that Professor Lupin taught all had perfect practicality during a war, things like the Dreamless Sleep Potion, Healing Potions of varying strength, Burn Salves and other various healing potions. He taught them a couple of the nastiest Potions he himself had used, as well as a couple of fun ones, like the Spume Potion, the Effervesce Potion and the Sticking Potion, though each could be used in a war situation.

Teddy stopped where he was in the middle of the corridor, staring at nothing. He was staring at the past, remembering the last time he had seen his family all together...

Well, as together as it was going to get.

*

Teddy smiled at Victoire as they sat on the ground in the middle of the park. They were surrounded by what Teddy called his family: the Weasleys, including Arthur, Molly, their children, their significant others, and their children. Teddy was an honorary Weasley: even if Harry had not been his godfather, the Weasleys loved Tonks and Remus so much that they would have adopted him, rather than send him out to another family.

Teddy was eighteen, Victoire seventeen. Although Teddy's time at Hogwarts had been stressful, to say the least, with his monthly problem, he had definitely enjoyed it, battling himself once, occasionally twice, a month, and spending the rest of the time proving that he was indeed the son of a Marauder, just like Harry.

The seventeen years between Teddy's birth and that day in the park were marked with peace. The Death Eaters that had escaped the Final Battle were seen occasionally, but, being only one or two, and with Harry still in the land of the living, having survived, not one, but two - two! Teddy was always amazed to think of it - Killing Curses. The Death Eaters and Hagrid had testified to Harry's survival of the second Curse. Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy, while attempting to get around their crimes while inadvertently incriminating both each other and their son, backed the story up, both exclaiming their amazement at watching the boy survive twice - even having only seen one example of it first-hand.

The pair smiled as their Uncle George and Harry walked up to them, sitting to either side of them. After hearing of all Harry's exploits during his time at school, and having never figured him for being such a joker, George had immediately offered Harry the opportunity to work with George at the Triple W, as Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes had grown to be called. Harry had grudgingly accepted, not wanting to take Fred's place, but George had steamrolled that thought by pointing out that Harry had always been a partner in the shop, so it was about time he had fun by creating as many pranks as he could.

Harry and George had started consulting with Teddy after Teddy's first owl home at the end of fifth year. After Harry and George - who were both at work when the owl arrived, carrying a letter from the new Hogwarts Headmaster, Professor Lorinus Quatro, formerly Deputy Headmaster of the Australian Institute of Magic - complaining about Teddy's constant pranks, which had George interested in what exactly Teddy was doing at school, and not just about what he was learning in class.

"Teddy, what do you think of our latest idea?" George asked, taking a goblet of pumpkin juice from Molly Weasley and smiling in thanks at her.

"Fizzing Racers," Harry said, accepting a bottle of butterbeer from Molly and grinning at her. "They're animated mice made out of sherbet that race each other to your target's drink."

Teddy grinned. "That's a brilliant idea, Uncle Harry," he said, but the conversation petered out as the night sky was lit up by fireworks.

It was New Year's Eve, and these were the preliminary fireworks. The Weasleys and Harry had been coming to the Muggle celebrations ever since the end of the war. Harry and Hermione had been nervous when the other wizards showed up one year, invited along by Ron, Ginny, and the kids. By the time Teddy was six, it had become a long-standing tradition.

The fireworks were brilliant, the sparkling colours illuminating the grounds and the surrounding city.

"Have I ever told you the story of Fred and my escape from Hogwarts?" George asked Victoire and Teddy. "Dolores Umbridge, the Death Eater sympathiser who had possession of the locket Horcrux, had just taken over the school, and we got tired of her. So, we started playing prank after prank on her, and eventually we let her catch us."

Harry took up the story. "Then he and Fred, who, like me, had had their brooms confiscated by Umbridge after beating up Malfoy, summoned their brooms from Umbridge's office."

"Nearly knocked her out," George said with a laugh. "We told Peeves to - what were the words? - 'give her hell from us', laughed as he saluted us, and we flew out the doors and off into the triumphant sunset."

"After dive-bombing her," Harry added, laughing with Teddy. "It took days to get rid of the swamp," he added, looking at George. "And the other teachers refused to get rid of it on their own, leaving just a little bit under the windowsill to commemorate you two."

"Good times, good times," George said with a hint of nostalgia, gulping down the last of his juice.

"Do you still miss Uncle Fred?" Victoire asked in a small voice.

"Every day," George answered.

There was silence for a minute or two, then a rather large, green firework illuminated the sky. Teddy saw Harry tense beside him. He turned to look at his godfather as screams erupted from around the park. People looked around for the screamers; the muggles enjoying themselves were not old enough to remember the original reign of terror that a large, green sign had induced.

And it was back. Harry and George stood up and snarled, their wands in their hands. Teddy, George and Harry had lost far too much to the Death Eaters in the Voldemort Wars, and they were going to come down hard on who ever had conjured the symbol.

Teddy stood up and changed into a smaller, faster shape, pulling his own wand out. Only one thing could cause Harry and George to become so focussed, and it wasn't a good thing.

The Dark Mark was illuminating the sky.

"Don't these idiots ever die?" Harry demanded, completely outraged. "Anyone else would realise that they were defeated!"

The female Weasleys, minus Molly, gathered their children together and Apparated them out of the park. Fleur grabbed Victoire and the pair of them nodded at Teddy before they Disapparated.

The male Weasleys and Molly gathered together, standing in a loose formation with their wands out. A flash of green light flew from the bushes to their right, hitting Arthur.

The Weasley patriarch crumpled to the ground, dead.

The bush that had spouted the silent Killing Curse was vaporised by the others. The barely-recognisable body of a young man, almost the age of Teddy, fell to the ground, the victim of Cutting Curses and a Killing Curse from Harry.

In front of them, twenty people wearing black robes and the faceless white masks of the Death Eaters stepped out into the crowd, shooting Killing Curses in any random order.

"Attack them!" Harry yelled, stepping forward. He side-stepped a Cruciatus Curse and opened up a slice in the neck of the leading man. He fell to the ground, bleeding out from the severed artery, his mask slipping to reveal a face that Teddy didn't know.

Harry stepped forward, Teddy zipping in ahead of him and seizing the throat of the nearest Death Eater in his wolfish teeth, ripping it out. He dropped the body, snarling and growling at the fourth generation Death Eaters.

Being born of both a werewolf and a Metamorphmagus was a gift as far as Teddy was concerned. He still had to change of a full moon, but he could also contain and utilise the change at other times of the month.

Teddy dropped to all four paws as he finished the change, dropping his wand in Harry's hand as he ran past. They had practiced that procedure endlessly when Teddy was younger, and Harry was sad to see that it had come in handy for something.

Teddy tore the throat out of another Death Eater as he raised his wand, shouting the Killing Curse. Teddy heard someone fall behind him. Not willing to give up his concentration to see who it was, he pressed on, killing three more Death Eaters before they were smart enough to Apparate away.

Teddy chuckled with a wolf's voice, causing a few people to look at him in fright. He transformed back to human and nudged the Death Eater at his feet with his booted toe. "Well done, I think, Uncle Harry," he called, turning around.

It was then that he realised who the thud was. Harry was lying on the ground, unmarked but still. He almost looked as though he had simply been Stunned.

"Harry?" Teddy called, racing up to his body. None of the Weasleys had touched him, not even George, who had sat down hard and was holding his head in his hands. He had become as close to Harry as Ron, Hermione and Ginny could ever be.

"No, come on, Harry," Teddy said, crouching down and rolling Harry over, putting his hand to the man's heart. "You survived two Killing Curses. Surely you survived this one as well!"

There was no movement under Teddy's hand, no pulse. Teddy felt a tear fall down his cheek as Molly started to cry, loudly. She was kneeling next to the body of Arthur, holding him to her chest as she wailed. The boys around her each stepped forward to comfort her and to receive comfort in turn, but they stepped back when they saw someone else was going to do it. The next thing Molly knew, all her boys, excluding George, were hugging her, looking for comfort in arms that had always given it.

"Who's going to tell Hermione and Ginny?" one of them asked, making them hug Molly tighter.

Teddy sobbed and looked at George. "He didn't survive," he whispered. "Why didn't he survive?"

George lifted his head up. "He didn't give his life for anything," he said. "It was just a stupid, useless waste."

Teddy looked down at the man who had raised him. He carefully lifted up the man's body, subtly shifting with his metamorphmagus powers to gain the extra muscles in his arms and shoulders needed to hold Harry up. The man had put on weight under the care of Molly and Ginny, and Teddy was only just realising how much.

Teddy looked around at the other Weasleys, looked down at Harry, and Disapparated to the meeting point with the girls: Harry's house.

*

"A Knut for your thoughts," a voice said behind Teddy, making him jump as he was jerked from his memories.

"Oh, Sharon, it's just you," Teddy said, breathing in relief at the presence of the Transfiguration Professor.

"What was on your mind?" Sharon Watson asked as he fell into step with her. She reminded Teddy of Minerva McGonagall, whom he had met a few times after her retirement at the end of the war. She was stern and took nonsense from no one. Unlike Minerva, however, Sharon liked jokes, and occasionally even told some. He enjoyed working with her.

"Just reliving the past."

"Ah. You might want to be careful doing that," she said, her eyes twinkling, "Someone might think you like living in the War. Which part of the past were you thinking about?"

"The death of Harry."

"And the part that started the Dark Wars?"

"No. You stopped me from dwelling on that part." He smiled at her and looked ahead of her. "This is my stop. I'll see you at dinner."

Sharon smiled at him. "See you later, Theodore." She left before he could correct her. He didn't like being called Theodore.

What a strange day.

*

Teddy stood up the front of his Potions Class, watching as the students filed in. when the last student had taken her seat and the door was closed, Teddy stepped forward into the beam of light dictating his lecturing space. Some of the students gasped, thinking he had spontaneously appeared. The others fell silent at once. Teddy made Potions a very interesting class. For one thing, he liked to tell the students stories behind his own uses of the potions as they made them.

"Hello boys and girls, and welcome to another combined History of Magic/Potions lesson."

There were a few chuckles from around the room.

"To congratulate you all for sticking to NEWT-level Potions, I've got a brand-new treat for you all." He flicked his wand behind him and a cauldron levitated around the room, depositing a small sample of the potion in a flask, which gently settled on a desk, to be circulated around the room for everyone to try.

"First up, who can recognise the potion?"

There was silence around the room as the more adventurous students looked at the sludgy brown liquid and gingerly sniffed at it, some going so far as to taste it. One of the students up the front almost dropped the flask as she recoiled in disgust.

"Yes, Amanda? Do you know what it is?"

"It's Polyjuice Potion, sir," she said, then wiped her tongue on her sleeve, trying to get rid of the taste.

"And how did you recognise it?"

Amanda flushed. "My mother made me and my brothers a small batch when we were younger, for us to pretend we were grown up, and it's not a taste you forget in a hurry."

"Ten Points to Melbourne House. You can keep that if you promise not to use it to break school rules." Teddy reached back to his desk and picked up another vial, filled with golden liquid. He opened the cork and levitated the vial over to Amanda. "Do you know what this one is?"

Amanda sniffed it, but Teddy stopped her from ingesting it. "I don't know, sir."

Teddy smiled at the rest of the class. Three, two, one-- "Yes, Alicia?"

"It's Felix Felicius, the Luck Potion," she said, blushing as the rest of the class looked at her.

"Right." Teddy floated the cork over to Alicia. "It's yours." He flicked his wand and thirteen more flasks floated over to the students, so that they could be passed around.

Teddy sat at his desk and ticked off a list of names as the Potions were named. The list of potions being circulated around the room included the Dreamless Sleep Potion, Shrinking Solution, a simple Love Potion kept under close watch, Scar Remover, Pepper-Up Potion, two types of Calming Draughts, Nightmare Remover and Veritaserum.

There was one potion and one person left.

"So, Aaron, what have you ended up with?"

The boy almost dropped his flask but caught it in time to prevent it shattering against the edge of the table. "I don't know, sir," he said, "I've never been any good when it comes to identifying individual potions."

Teddy nodded at the boy and floated the potion back over to his desk. "See me after class for a few minutes. I can help you with that." He looked at the rest of the class. "All of these potions have practical applications in a war, believe it or not. Yes," he said, laughing as the boy with the Love Potion looked at his flask, "even something like a Love Potion.

"What you are going to do is recreate the Potion in your hand, to be made exactly the same as the sample I gave you. I know they're all of varying difficulties, which is why you will all be doing it blindfolded. You have done these potions before, and they might just be in your exams. That's a subtle hint, there. I expect almost all of these to take a couple of weeks to complete, up to two months, so don't feel the need to rush and destroy your grades. Cut-Me-Not Charmed knives are to be collected up here, and returned at the end of the class.

"Off you all go."

There was a quick shuffling of feet as the students set about gathering their ingredients.

An hour later, the bell echoed around the room, signifying the end of the lessons. The students finished cleaning up and shuffled out of the classroom, only Aaron remaining where he was sitting. Teddy stood up and waved his wand, freezing the partially-completed potions as they were, and storing them away. Then he sat down in front of Aaron and folded his arms.

"Is there as reason that you are not completing the set work in my classes?" he asked, looking the teen in the eye. "I know that you can identify a potion at a glance. So, why did you say you couldn't?"

Aaron glared at him. "It was a Calming Draught."

"So?"

"So, everyone always teases me about how anxious I am."

"This is not the first class you have refused to do the work," Teddy said calmly, crossing his legs at the ankle and his arms across his chest, lounging back as though they were taking in a lounge room rather than a classroom. "Many other teachers have commented on your reluctance to do the work in Transfiguration, English and Charms. I know they are not my areas of profession, but you have not done a single piece of work in Potions for a fortnight. I want to know why."

Aaron simply glared at Teddy. "It's none of your business why I don't do my work," he spat, standing up. With a condescending look at the werewolf, Aaron started to leave.

"Your mother's death should not be the death of your academic career, Aaron."

Aaron stopped at the doorway and turned on Teddy, who was a few feet away, standing there with an empathetic look on his face. Aaron's wand was a few inches from his teacher's nose.

"Don't you ever talk about my mother, werewolf. You know nothing about losing your parents."

"I was raised by my godfather," Teddy said, ignoring the shaking wand. "My parents were killed in the last days of the Voldemort war, Aaron. I know what it's like to have no parents."

A Stinging Hex flew over Teddy's shoulder. Teddy leapt forward onto the boy's chest, knocking him down and leaning on him, in wolf form. He grinned at the stunned boy, making the teen shake in fear. Teddy carefully took the boy's wand in his teeth and stepped back, letting the teen up. Teddy returned to his human shape and twirled Aaron's wand between his fingers.

"Now, there are certain rules about threatening a teacher in this school, Aaron," he said, sitting on the desk behind him. "I suggest you refrain from threatening any other teachers. They won't just give you a fright. They'll expel you." Teddy threw the wand down to the boy. "Twenty points from Sydney House. Don't make me do it again."

Aaron nodded and stood up, picking up his wand and running from the classroom with shaky legs.