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"Professor, do you mind if I ask what happened to the old defence against the dark arts teacher?" I asked as I sat in front of Menerva McGonagall in the headmasters office.

"Please, Isabelle, Call me Menerva, you are no longer a student. But we had a french man Dominio Pureblo, he was very old, and decided that teaching here was not a good idea for him. He felt that it was pushing him towords the end of his life, as he put it,"Menerva frowned.

"Alright, would I be able to stay in Hogsmead? Just floo back up here for breakfast?"

Menerva nodded thoughtfuly. "Of course, wish to live with Mr. Weasley?"

I nodded and smiled slightly. George had decided that if I were to go teach at Hogworts he would go to the Hogsmead store and stay with me. "Do you believe that you will be able to handle children just a few years younger then you?"

I nodded. At most some of the students would be 18 or 19. I was just barely twenty, but it didn't worry me. If Menerva contacted me over all her other options, it ment that she thought I was able to do it.

"Good, you have a class first thing in the morning, seventh years. Good luck, see you at breakfast,"Menerva smiled.

I nodded and left the headmistresses office. I had never wanted to be a teacher, but it wouldn't be to bad. I had nothing against children, or people. It might be a good expeirence.

I didn't meet with any students as I walked from the school. It was a nice, warm night, so I decided to walk. I could see the squid floating around on his back, watching the moon.

George was waiting for me in Weasleys wizard Wheezes, he was putting the finishing touches on the store. "I got the job,"I said brigtly.

"Of ourse you did,"George hugged me tightly. "Did she say that it was alright if you lived here?"

I nodded brightly. "Yep she did!"

George and I went upstairs, it was only a one bedroom, with an attached kitchen and living room. I didn't mind the smallness, as neather of us would be here much, I would be at the school, George would be at the stores. He had hired another worker to come work here. A man named Juilen.

"I got some more of your things from your house,"George said as I poured some orange juice.

"Thanks. Did my books arrive?"

George nodded and pointed to the small kitchen table. Where a stack of books were. I nodded and sent them to my office. "You realise that some of these people you will be teaching, could be almost your age, right?"

I laughed. "Yeah, not sure what they are going to think of it. But Menerva seem's to think im capable. So I don't think it will be to much of an issue,"I shrugged.

After I showered and wrote my letter to the minestry I wrote a letter to my mother. I hoped she was alright. But I wasn't able to go look for her. George was reading a book in his bed when I walked in.

"What are you reading?"I asked.

He turned the book around and snorted. "I am reading Romeo and Juilet. It was on your desk, and it looked well read, so I decided to try it. This Romeo bloke seems to need to get his things straight,"George said thoughtfuly.

"Its a good book. I read a lot of Muggle books while I was in hiding."

George nodded. He put the book away and patted the space becide him. "Going to join me?" He arched an eyebrow thoughtfuly.

"Nah,I thought i'd just sleep over here, standing up,"I rolled my eyes and layed down becide him. "Goodnight George,"I smiled at him and pulled the blankets over me.

"G'night Iz,"George pulled me close to him.

He made it through the night, without waking up screaming. I was up before him, so I could get dressed and up to the school for breakfast. I put on plane black robes and didin't bother with a hat. After waking George up, I flooed to my office.

The great hall was mostly empty when I entered. Only teachers were here, Hagrid, Professor Sprout, Professor Flitwick, Professor Slughorn, Prefessor Trelawny. Most of the teachers that I had been taught by. I found this strange, so be teaching along side them.

As students started to file in, rubbing the sleep from their eyes I couldn't help by remeber doing the very same thing for seven years straight.I got a lot of strange looks. Many kids were suprised to see someone they had been in the same house with, sitting becide Headmistress McGonagall.

"Are you still teaching Transfiguration Menerva?"I asked.

"Yes, for now. It is hard to find new teachers, Hogwarts has had a pretty bad past for teachers. Especally Defence against the dark arts."

I nodded. For the last five years of my Hogwarts career we had the curse of the D.A.D.A. It started with Quirrel, who was possed and killed. Then Lockhart who had his mind earassed. Then Lupin who had to resign. Then Mad eye, who was locked in his own magic trunk, and almost killed. Then Umpbridge, ugh, that woman... Attacked by Centaurs, for calling them filthy half breeds. After I left the school they had Snape, who eneded up dead. Then Carrow, who was the worst of all... Who should be dead.

"Well I just hope I don't end up like the others,"I frowned and looked out at the students who ate their breakfast and wispered quietly.

"As do I. I would hate to loose another fully qualified teacher."

"Wait, school has been in for like three days, how did they push him towords death?"

Menerva frowned. "Its a tough crowd."

Menerva stood up and cleard her throat. All eyes were immedently on her. "Good morning students. I want you all to welcome the new Defence against the dark arts teacher, Professor Voulier,"She gestued at me. I stood up and the students clapped polietly.

Soon I made my way up to my classroom. I would have seventh years first. Most of these people would have only been a years or two under me, so this would be fun. Griffindors, and Slytherins of course. I don't know why , but they were always together. Considering the natural hate they had for eachother this would be lovely.

I was sitting on my desk reading through the textbook when students started to file in. Class sizes were just about the same as they were when I was in school. The faces were diffrent, but it felt like I was back as a seventh year again.

Ginny, Hermione, Neville Malfoy, Blaze Zabini, were just some of the faces that I reconized.

"I am Professor Voulier, now, could someone tell me where you were before I got here?"

A few hands raised, btut Hermionies shot up. "Miss Granger?"I asked, I faught to keep the smile off my face.

"Well I... Professor, we didn't learn anything. Professor Purblo had a mental breakdown every time we walked in.."Herminone frowned.

"He started to jump up on desks and sing,"Ginny clairified.

I nodded, "Well then read pages five to ten and let me know when your done."

I heard some groaning as they pulled out their textbooks and rifeled through the pages. I made some chalk copy down a section from the book about Wearwolfs, it was the first, and most boring section for seventh years, it didn't have very much practicle work in it so most students hated it.

Once all the students had read the pages and looked to be about half asleep I asked if anyone had any questions about what they had just read.

I knew these textbooks inside and out. While I was in hiding I read them over and over again, any magical books I had or could get I studied relentlessly, to keep connected to the magical world.

"Yes, Miss Weasley?"I asked.

"What happens if a wearwolf has a child with someone who isnt a wearwolf, will the child ever change into one?"

"It is very unlikely that the child will be a wearwolf. If both parents were wearwolfs it would be a diffrent story, but most likely not,"I knew she was asking about Teddy Lupin. "Any more questions?"

Draco raised his hand and smirked. "Yes, how can you be our teacher if your our age?"He asked.

"Not that that is revelent to the topic, Mr. Malfoy, but I can be a teacher because I know about these things, and am able to inform others about them. Now if anyone has any questions about Wearwolfs..."

"I don't think your qualified,"Draco insisted.

I jumped off the desk and folded my arms. "Then by all means leave Mr. Malfoy. I am very qualified to teach you, but if you feel that I am not do leave, and don't let the door hit you on the way out,"I said sharply. "Ten points from Slytherin."

"You can't talk to..."

"Detetion, Mr. Malfoy, be in my office by seven. Now if anyone else would like to question my teaching skills, please save your breath and leave," When no one stood up or moved I nodded. "Good."

I went into wolfsbane, then how wearwolfs diffrered from Anamagi, then I assigned a parchment on wearwolfs. They all seemed happy to know that was basicly the extent of what we would be doing on wearwolfs.

The next class I had was a group of Sixth years, none of them seemed to feel the same as Draco, so that was good. After lunch I had first years, then fouth years. They all seemed to like me. I tried to make the lessons as interesting as possiable, so that they wouldn't feel like it was professor Binns class.

After dinner I flooed home to find George and Charile crying on the sofa. I didn't know the second eldest Weasley well, but im pretty sure that he didn't cry often, as he was a dragon keeper in Romania.

"Are you alright?"I asked wearly.

Both nodded and smiled watery smiles."Just reminissing, don't mind us,"Charlie said wearly.

I nodded and went to write a letter to an old friend of mine. A wearwolf, who I wanted to come speak to my seventh years. I planned a few lessons, then joined George and Charlie in the living room.

"Georgie, have some news,"Charlie said suddenly.

"Oh do share Charlie,"George wrapped his arm around me and was absenly trasing on my arm.

"Well, I met a girl. Up in Romania, her name is Danielle. I've been with her for about five years, and I want to purpose,"Charlie pulled a picture and a ring from his pocket.

The picture was of a pretty, dark hair and skinned woman, she was smiling and waving. "She's beautiful Charlie, when you gonna do it?"

Charlie smiled. "Soon as I talk to her brother."

"Good man Charlie,"George clapped him on the shoulder and handed him back the picture.

Not long after Charlie left. I told George about my day, he told me to ignore Draco, like I planned to. He couldn't get to me. He was just a nobody who thought to highly of himself.

"Seems like everyones getting married. Bill is married, Percy and Audry are engaged, Charlie is going to purpose. After Mione' graduates Ron is going to pop the question. Its only a matter of time before Harry and Ginny finaly tie the knot,"George frowned.

The clock on the wall said it was five to seven, I frowned. "Can we talk when I get back, I have to give a detetion now."

I kissed George then flooed back to my office. Just before someone knocked.

"Enter."

Draco sauntered in and sat across from me, looking smug. "What is you problem with me Draco?"I asked.

The smirk left his face. "I don't have a problem with you, I just want a proper education. I don't want to be taught by the last resort."

I snorted. "I wasn't a last resort, I was the first person McGonagall contacted. I know more then enough to teach you properly Mr. Malfoy."

"So you say."

I sighed. "You can give this up right now. I can teach you, and you have to deal with me weather or not you like it. If you have a problem with me, take it to Professor McGonagall."

"What is my punishment?"

"A five inch parchment on why you feel I am un qualified for this job. Due tomorow. Unless you change your mind."

Draco glared at me, before stalking from my office. I went back home not long after that. He was so annoing. He thought he was better then everyone else.

George was holding a letter when I got back. "Izzy..."He thrust it into my hands.

Dear Izzy.

I'm sorry that you have to hear this last, but your mother. She is very sick. She thinks that she will pull through but im not all to sure. I heard you got a job at Hogwarts, good job. We are both proud. I will keep you up to date.

-Lauren Conrad

"Who's Lauren?"

"She's my brothers widdow. Lauren brought us anything we needed magicly, in return we kept her daughter and my nephew safe."

"Your brother had children?"

"Yes, he had a son. Lucas. Lauren had a daughter, Stephanie."

George looked at me carefuly. He was streached out on the couch, I was sitting on the leather chair. "Do you want children?"

I thought about that. Before, I wanted nothing to do with children, but maybe having a little boy or girl running around, when I was older, would be nice. Maybe a girl and a boy. "Yeah, I think I do."

"As many as Mum had?"George asked jokingly.

I snorted. "I draw the line at four at the very most. Seven is absoultly crazy."

George nodded. "Sure you wouldn't want seven little red haired monsters running around?"

"Not at all. I think i'd pull my hair out. I was thinking more like two little blonde children running around."

"Awww, whats wring with red hair?"George asked, running a hand through his hair.

"Nothing, I'd just like a child to maybe look like his or her mother. Not just its father,"I smirked at George.

He studied me carefuly. I couldn't quite place his expression. "Well I think that if you hope for blonde children you should find a blonde man,"He smirked slightly.

"But what if I have a thing for red hair?"

"Then I guess you'll have to fight Hermione for Ron."

I raised an eyebrow. "Oh really now? I'm pretty attached to the Weasley I have now thanks."

George smiled sadly. "Do you ever wish that you would have gone to Beauxbatons? Like your father."

"When I was a first year maybe. But not since then, If I had gone to Beauxbatons I would never have gotten to meat you,"I shrugged.

"But you also might still have April, and Joseph. You would never have been draged into the war, you would be living in France with all your family."

I shook my head. "I miss April, my father and Joseph. But what is done is done. I wouldn't change my life, even if I could."

George sat up. "Why not Izzy? You have lost everything, yet you still have a positive outlook, you still smile, you still try and succeed in cheering me up. To keep me happy. I don't understand you Izzy."

I went and sat becide George. "I have lost a lot, but still, I have a lot to look forward to. Its not the end of the world. Everyone must die at some point. Sure April was much much too young, but she would tell me that I had to live my life."

George had a slightly dazed look in his eyes. "You really sound much older then you are. To think of it, you have lost more then three times as much as I have, but you still smile. Everyday."

I took his hand. "You lost your other half. Its understabeable."

I couldnt help but smile, George made me smile. He always had, it was just his natural talent.

After showering I went to bed. I would have a full day again tomorow. As I would always. For the next couple months anyway.

I woke up first, got ready then woke up George again. I didin't get that many strange glances in the morning. Until Draco Malfoy walked up to the teachers table and handed me a roll of parchment.

"Here, Professor,"He glared at me before stalking off.

The parchment held a detailed description on how I could easily be replaced by a wizard with more expeirence. He didn't think that I was stupid, and unable to teach, just that someone with more expeirence would be better.

Lessons went well, I had no more trouble with Draco. Hermione on the other and was slightly annoing. She was smart, she just had a lot to say, and enjoyed to correct people if she thought she could say it better.

By the third time she corrected me I had, had just about enough."Professor you said that wron..."

"For the love of Merlin. Miss Granger, if you feel that you can do a better job please come forward and do it. If not bite your tounge and let me finish a sentence. And no, I did not mispronunce it. Five points from Griffindor."

Ginny was trying to hid her laughing behind her hand. Hermione only sat there quietly, only raising her hand if she had a question.

After dinner I went back down to Hogsmead, Veriety and another man were down in the shop, so I figured George would be upstairs.

But when I got up there George was not up there. So I set to marking homework, and planning lessons. A little after seven George apparated into the room, effectivly scaring me to death.

"Hello,love,"He said when I stood up to hug him.

"Low' Georgie, where were you?"

George took his seat next to me. "I went to see Mum. She's been bugging me to come visit more."

I put away the big book I had been marking in. Trying to plan a lesson.

Two owl's flew into the window. Well, one flew through and landed gracefuly on the chairs arm, the other went right into the top pain, almost smashing it.

"Blood owl,"I muttered as I pulled it off the window ledge, It wasn't an owl that I reconized.

Alendra,

I would be delighted to come to the school and speak to your class, I am currently staying at the Hogshead, so if you wish to come speak about dates do come over.

-Leron Fillaux.

Leron came up to the school the following day and talked to the Seventh and third years, about what its like to be a wearwolf. How changing is, what he remembers. They all seemed to enjoy it.

Time passed rather fast. My classes got used to me, and it was like I was any other teacher. The teachers also got used to having someone thier students age as a co-worker.

George also slowly got used to not having Fred around. He missed him dearly, like I missed April. But we seemed to find some comfort in someone who lost someone like that. He still sometimes woke with nightmares, but not very often.

George often spoke of children. "Why do you want children so bad?"I asked one night just before christmas.

There were no more lessons for students, so Menerva gave me permission to go see my mother.

George shrugged. "I love kids, they are very cute. Teddy, he is fantastic. I just want to prove, to myself mostly, that I can be a good my father was to me."

I nodded, I had no idea that George wanted children so badly. "How many do you want?"

"Two girls and a boy."

"You want to name the boy Fred."

George nodded and absently ran a hand through his hair. "Are you going to come with me?"I asked as I got some floo powder.

"If you like."

When I nodded, George joined me at the fireplace. We went to my brothers widdows house. I was very close with Lauren, she was a very kind a beautiful woman.

When we steped out of the fireplace I could hear Lauren yelling a spell that I reconized all to well. She was trying to bring the life back into someone. A tall girl ran out into the dining room that we stood in.

She began to talk fast in french. I understood and aked her what was going on. But George looked extreamly confused. "Come,"Stephanie,said quickly.

She was fifteen, and a fourth year at Beauxbatons. She led me up to a room, my mother was laying on a bed, she did not look even close to what she had before.

She had looked much like myself. With much darker, and longer hair. She looked much younger then she has been. But now, she was pale. Her once chesnut hair was now grey and wirey, her skin was pale and sickly looking.

Lauren pulled the blanket over her face and sat down on the floor.

I was frozen. Lucas was sitting at the side of the bed was dead, my mother. She was basicly the last of my famliy. I only had Lucas left. He was the only person that I was actually blood related to.

George grabed onto me before I could let myself fall to the floor.

Time passed with a blurr, my mother was birried with my father, sister, brother and grandparents, at our manor just outside of paris. George never left my side.

I didn't want to deal with all of it, but I had to.

I spent christmas at the school. Ginny and Hermione had gone home, infact most students had. There were only ten students at the school. Draco Malfoy included. I stayed silent for most of the meal, only talking when talked to. My family had loved christmas. Mum loved to throw big partys. Joseph loved to play little tricks on Stephenie, April and I.

After eating I went back to the flat. Two owl's were waiting for me. One was from Molly wishing me a happy Christmas, and offering her condolences. The next was from the minsetry, also offering their condolences. In not so many words. They basicly just told me that she died.

When George came back he didnt even say anything, he just hugged me. He understood how I felt.

"Happy christmas love,"He handed me a small box.

I was not expecting that...

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