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Just so you are aware, the kiss at the platform before Victoire's last year did happen, but Teddy and Victoire are not together when this story starts. This takes place a couple years after the Epilogue. It's mostly canon-compliant.
This will be a multichapter, but I'm not sure yet how many chapters. Also, if there are any similarities to any other time travel fics (I know there are quite a few that have Harry returning to teach his parents, though I'm not aware of any that have Teddy and Victoire doing so), I deeply apologize; it was not intentional.
Teddy should have known he was in trouble the minute Victoire just waltzed into the Headmaster's office as if she owned the place.
He definitely should have figured it out when she took advantage of Uncle Neville—no, Headmaster Longbottom's absence to traipse around the office and examine all the little trinkets collected by headmasters past as the portrait of Dumbledore cheerfully encouraged her.
To his credit, he at least realized he was doomed when she started playing with the magic hourglass sitting locked away in a cupboard (until she assaulted it with her wand).
"Vic, I swear to Merlin, if you get me in trouble before I even officially start working here…" Teddy let his threat trail off as he jumped at her from behind in an effort to get her away from the hourglass. The thing kind of gave him the creeps anyway. It was probably best if she was far, far away from it.
"You'll what?" Victoire giggled, bending to examine the beautiful, multi-colored jewels inside the hourglass. "You can never even finish a threat!"
"I can too!" he protested, tugging at her arms. "Vic, seriously, I'll pull my wand on you. You came, we talked, we've caught up, now go."
Still holding the damn hourglass, which he was now increasingly certain was going to be the death of him just from the way the jewels sparkled at him as if taunting him, Victoire turned around to face him, a pout on her face that made him groan.
No one could resist Victoire when she combined Veela beauty with Weasley irresistability. Well, it was irresistable if you were attracted to freckles, which Teddy most certainly was not, but the look never failed to work on him either.
"Aren't you happy to see me?" Victoire asked plaintively, tilting the hourglass just enough to make him panic. "I came all the way from France just to see you and wish you luck with your new job, and you just want me to leave?"
"Vic," Teddy sighed, running a hand through his hair – now he understood why his godfather was always doing that; being surrounded by Weasley women probably had that effect on you. "You know that's not what I meant. I just want you to put down the freaky hourglass."
"Well, you could have just said so," Victoire beamed, her voice completely innocent as if she hadn't totally been provoking him, and moved to put the hourglass back in its cupboard.
Of course, the damn thing had to choose that moment to explode.
"This is all your fault. This is absolutely, positively, one hundred percent your fault."
Victoire sighed impatiently. "Oh, lighten up, Teddy. We're still in the Headmaster's office, aren't we?"
Teddy, who was rushing around the office trying to figure out what the heck had happened, whirled to glare at her. "Vic," he said in a very slow, controlled voice, "this is not Neville's office. Would you look at the portraits?"
Victoire glanced over at the bemused and entertained portraits of previous headmasters hanging on the wall. Her eyes narrowed. "Where's Dumbledore? McGonagall? Snape?"
"Exactly!" Teddy burst out, and at that exact moment, a door in the back opened and Albus Dumbledore stepped through.
Teddy and Victoire stared at him, dumbstruck. Dumbledore looked at both of them, clearly taking in their outfits, which were definitely not anything he'd ever seen, and Teddy's hair flashing yellow to pink to blue in alarm, and then he smiled cheerfully at both of them.
"Hello, may I help you?" he asked politely, striding over to his desk as Teddy and Victoire tried to compose themselves.
"Yes!" Teddy said quickly. "You can help me put a restraining order on her!"
Victoire stuck her tongue out at him. "Ignore him, he's a lunatic. Erm, Headmaster Dumbledore, we seem to have…traveled through time? Completely accidentally, but – "
"Of course," Dumbledore agreed genially. "There are certainly devices in here that could transport you through time. May I ask who you are?"
"Wait," Teddy interrupted Victoire's half-formed sentence with a frown. "Can you tell us what year we're in?"
"1977," answered Dumbledore. "How far is that from where you come from, exactly?"
Teddy's eyes widened. "Um…about forty-three years."
Victoire glanced between Teddy and Dumbledore, and then she sank onto one of the chairs in front of the Headmaster's desk with a sigh.
"Headmaster, I don't suppose you have a pensieve on you?"
"As I matter of fact, I do," said Dumbledore brightly. "Will we need it?"
Victoire raised an eyebrow at Teddy, who was still slack-jawed, clearly realizing who he would run into here at Hogwarts in 1977.
"Yes," she said quickly, "I think we definitely will."
"Well, this works out perfectly," said Dumbledore happily upon emerging from the pensieve as Teddy reclaimed his memories. Victoire watched the silver strands sliding back into his mind with interest.
"How on Earth does this work out perfectly?" Teddy demanded, incredulous. "We have to get back to our time, and we have no clue how to do that, and – "
"Mr. Lupin," Dumbledore interrupted firmly, and Victoire hid her laughter with a cough. "Please, calm down. All hope is not lost. I can certainly reverse engineer the hourglass which brought you here – I happen to have one in this time period as well. Also, I received a note earlier this summer from someone you may recognize."
From one of the drawers of his desk, he removed a piece of parchment – it was blue and scented like sea spray, Victoire noticed, so it was definitely something from their time period. Scented parchment was invented by her Aunt Audrey, after all, and colored parchment became a huge trend when Victoire was about seven.
"Dear Headmaster Dumbledore," Teddy read after accepting the parchment from Dumbledore, "You don't know me yet, but in a few generations, I will be sitting in your seat as the Headmaster. I'm sending this message through time to tell you that for the school year starting in 1977, you shouldn't appoint a Defense Against Dark Arts teacher at all, for one will conveniently fall into your lap on August 26th."
Victoire glanced at Dumbledore, who offered her the newspaper. Indeed, it was August 26th in 1977, according to the Daily Prophet.
Teddy coughed to get her attention and continued, "I know this because my own Defense teacher and a friend of his had a mishap with the hourglass and ended up in your time. I'm writing this after their safe return, so I have no doubt you managed to make the hourglass of your time work in order to send them home. I'm told they spent a year there. I trust you will find a way to make this less of a disaster than Mr. Lupin is no doubt assuming."
He paused here to look offended and shoot Victoire a glare when she started giggling.
"Thank you, Headmaster Neville Longbottom," Teddy finished with a flourish and placed the letter back on the desk. "Well, at least we'll be all right."
"Indeed," Dumbledore chuckled. "Now, as it happens, I have a position free on my staff for the Defense Against Dark Arts position, Mr. Lupin."
Teddy grinned. "Wonderful. But, uh, what about Victoire?"
Victoire, who'd been lost in her thoughts since he finished reading the letter, jolted back to reality at the sound of her name. "What about me?"
"Well, you need a reason to join the school staff as well, and I'm afraid I have no other positions," Dumbledore informed her. "I suppose you could be Mr. Lupin's assistant – "
"No!" Teddy broke in forcefully. "Make her some other poor sod's assistant."
Victoire huffed. "Excuse me, but I happen to have an idea of my own!" she said indignantly before flashing a bright smile at Dumbledore. "See, I'm apprenticing as a jeweler under my Aunt Gabrielle in my time, you know, working with magic jewels and putting enchantments on them for protection and stuff. I also have experience with other types of magical arts, like portrait-painting, sculpting, glassblowing, you name it."
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, looking impressed. Teddy rolled his eyes and said, "We had a Fine Arts club at Hogwarts in our time. Vic's insane, so she learned from all the tutors instead of specializing in one."
"I specialize in jewelry," Victoire insisted. "But that's not my point. What if I started the Fine Arts club here at Hogwarts in this time and ran it myself? I can teach most types of magical fine arts, and I'm sure there are teachers or seventh years who can fill in the gaps."
"That sounds wonderful," beamed Dumbledore. "Of course, you would both be paid well for doing so, and I'll send some house elves to make your quarters. That should be done soon. Is there anything else?"
"Yeah, I have one condition," Victoire said cheerfully, and Teddy groaned, already recognizing the gleam in her eyes.
"Which is?" Dumbledore asked curiously.
Victoire grinned. "I get to sit in on Teddy's lessons whenever I want."
A/N: Thanks so much for reading! There'll be lots of Marauder action in the next chapter, which will be given to you sooner than normal (if you know me, you know how easily I get distracted from multichapters) if you review, so...please review? :)
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