Werewolves of Hogwarts

Sixteen years after the defeat of Lord Voldemort, werewolves are still facing prejudice and being killed by wizards. Harry travels to Canada with Teddy and James to request the help of a Dark Creatures expert.

Author's Note: I fudged the timeline a little so that James and Teddy are at Hogwarts together. Teddy is going into his sixth year and James is going into his fourth.

Don't own, don't sue.

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Harry Potter sighed and rubbed his eyes as he read over the report once again. Werewolves were being slaughtered by wizards at an alarming rate, and it appeared that in retaliation, the number of wizards bitten by werewolves was drastically increasing as well. Traditional methods of controlling werewolves weren't preventing the bites, and harsher punishments for wizards who hunted werewolves didn't seem to be enough of a deterrent. If the Aurors were to prevent an all-out wizard/lycanthrope war, they needed to try something new.

"Richards, can you read off that paragraph on werewolves in Canada for me again?" Harry asked one of the younger Aurors.

"Sure thing, Boss." He cleared his throat and began to read. "Statistically speaking, Canadian lycanthropes have the lowest mortality rate and lowest bite rate of any other country in the world. The Canadian Ministry of Magic provides extensive funding for research, treatment and containment. One of Canada's leading researchers is Dark Creatures and Quasi-Human Species expert Kira Trent."

Harry thought about this for awhile. "I'd like to talk to this Kira Trent and hear her opinion on the situation here in the UK. Can you find out how to reach her?"

Richards shuffled through some files before holding out a slip of parchment triumphantly. "Apparition coordinates," he announced.

"Great, I'll go there tomorrow," Harry declared.

Richards held up a hand. "Might want to wait a day or two on that, lest your hostess teach you about werewolves the hard way."

Harry frowned. "You mean Trent is…"

"A full-blooded, howl-at-the-moon lycanthrope," Richards finished.

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"I want to go to Canada! I want to go to Canada!" chanted the Potter children, along with Teddy Lupin. Teddy and Andromeda had flooed in for dinner just as Harry was announcing his travel plans to the family.

"It's not vacation," Harry tried to explain. "It's just for work."

"You never let me go to Canada!" whined fourteen-year-old James.

"Me either!" exclaimed Albus and Lily.

"None of you have ever wanted to go to Canada until ten minutes ago!" Ginny exclaimed.

"But it will be a great opportunity to learn about my people," Teddy argued.

"Who, Canadians?" scoffed Andromeda.

"Nooo, werewolves, of course!" said Teddy.

Andromeda sighed. "For the last time, you're not a werewolf!"

"I'm allergic to silver, aren't I?"

"Yes, you and millions of other non-werewolves get itchy skin from some types of jewelry. That doesn't mean you get to run around bothering Harry while he's on a business trip," Andromeda said in a tone that attempted to put the matter to rest.

Teddy turned to Harry with a pitiful expression on his face. "Harry," he began, "I just want to learn more about my dad, and seeing all the werewolves in Canada would help me feel more connected to him. I wouldn't be a bother at all. Maybe you could think of it as a reward for doing so well on my OWLs. Please, Harry?"

Harry's eyes softened as he looked at Teddy and ignored a muttered "Oh, brother" from Andromeda. "Well… Kira did say she has a daughter around your age. I suppose it would be okay if…"

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Exclaimed Teddy as he hugged his godfather.

"And you can pick someone else to go with you if you want," Harry said. James looked at Teddy expectantly.

"Hmmm, I wonder if Phoenix is free next week…" Teddy pondered facetiously, referring to his best friend at Hogwarts.

James jumped out of his chair. "You'd better pick me, you wanker, or I'll never speak to you again!"

"Language!" chorused Harry, Ginny and Andromeda.

Teddy gave a dramatic sigh. "Oh, all right."

"Yes!" James shouted and dashed up the stairs to his bedroom.

"Where are you going?" Ginny asked.

"To pack, of course! Should I bring my broomstick? Do werewolves play Quidditch?"

"I don't know, Jamie but I guess we'll find out!" Teddy exclaimed, following James up the stairs.