Last Expected Chapter 7: Teddy, a Harry Potter + Twilight Crossover fanfic

Chapter 7

I came to the house, and carefully wiped the mud off my shoes before heading into the back through the kitchen, with the smell of sugar couplets and fresh blueberry muffins in the oven as Angela came in with a water kettle and lit the oven with a wand. I quickly grabbed a plate and sat down on the kitchen table to see that the mail has already arrived.

I notice the Daily Profit had already been opened; there wasn't much in it except for trying to find a magical substitute for the Internet, a care package from my grandmother, a letter from my grandmother, and money from my grandmother. I also got a letter from the older Weasleys, and another care package from the Weasleys. A Quillayute-English dictionary that Luna got me, which I forgot at home along with a letter from Luna about her experience with the Ojibwa school, it mainly told me not to forget the resources the Salem institute in muggle Massachusetts provided and just write them an owl when I need teaching supplies.

Then I couldn't help but let out two guilty sighs, at the next two letters, I got one from Victoria with the smell of perfume to it, and a letter from Casimiro, her father's friend that wrote my letter of recommendation to the Salem and inspired me to take this journey. It was sort of strange how I got this placement, it started about a week or so after Angela left, and Casimiro wrote to Bill saying he finally had enough money to visit England, for pleasure. The time before was to take in muggleborn refugees during the Second Wizard War and since he was a muggle-born, or in his nation…they really don't have a word for wizards born of muggle, but being one he could only take witch or wizard born of non-magical parents for his tribe and sneak them out of the country to their homeland. They couldn't meet…because of the danger and the shaman leading the others from his country went to Ireland. The second time Casimiro planned to come to England it was actually for enjoyment and having befriended someone with such a large family, an inn was out of the question. Anyway, Victoria was on holiday, and I just graduated and still trying to find a job. I found him very interesting as he talked about the rainforest and performing magic right in front of muggles. Then he said the Western Hampshire is always looking young witches and wizards from the more educated schools like Hogwarts. Casimiro stated he had teachers from the Portugal school. The Aztec Empire seemed to be very fond of the Drumstrang curriculum and tended to hire their students. Beauxbatons which had some co-ed charter schools with the Algonquian and Innu in muggle Quebec, the Atacama, Caddo, Chitimacha, Choctaw, Houma, Natchez, and Tunica in muggle Louisiana, as well as the Taino school somewhere in the muggle Caribbean Islands. I also know the Spanish school had some charters set up throughout Central and South America along with various tribes in Muggle California, Texas, Arizona, New Mexico, and the Seminoles, which is a school I wanted t go to. I also know the Russians had charters in muggle Alaska…which I really didn't want to be placed.

I decided to stick with the Hogwarts charters, so I put my application into Salem institute along with a recommendation letter from Casimiro, and Luna. Then I had a choice between the Quileute's or the Lakota's, I chose here since I knew Angela and I didn't want to go to a strange country without knowing someone who can help me teach in a culture and language completely different from mine…I'd never imagine I would meet Leah.

"You can't eat those, they'll turn you into a frog," she said quickly.

"That one's old," I let out a laugh at her attempt to get me back.

I always liked Angela's naivety. We had sort of a fast friendship, I remember her first day of coming to England, and it was also Rose and Albus's first day of Hogwarts. Ron and Hermione let Rose off, and took Hugo to where the International Confirmation of Wizards-Magical Student Exchange, to pick up the student that had a family who changed their mind in hosting a student for a year. I was between jobs, and starting a new one. The Weasleys came to see their new family member for a year while I was at a job, that I quit…and Andromeda volunteered me to show her around London. Later, before I gave her a grand tour of what British wizards of my age do, Ron told me I was not let Angela out of my sight. I did, and she ended up in Dragon Ally, were she heard the term 'Mudblood' for the first time, when she was use to being considered 'new magic.' Yet, she didn't tell Ron or Hermione about my foolish mistake.

I then notice a letter from my godfather which I opened up and read right away:

Dear Teddy,

The money you asked for is folded in the letter, please use it wisely.

I am interested in how things are going for you with the Quileutes, but unfortunately Ginny and I will have to postpone our visit to you for a couple of reasons.

I figured that was probably a good thing considering with the recent events of the Cullen family, but I still wished he and Ginny take a weekend and see me.

It really has nothing to do with work, just the same smuggling illegal mind positions, and confiscating voodoo dolls, and the normal I was under the Imperious curse, even those their eyes were clear and there was a quite a bit of money in the bank account after the smuggling, but that was the legal department's issue.

Lily is doing well in school and even wrote to Ginny about a crush. James made the Quidditch team, he is a beater apparently.We ended up having to send a howler to Albus. Apparently him and Scorpius somehow, some way, I am not sure if I want to know that much detail figured out a way to enchant a laptop to fly throughout the school and later proceeded to have it go to the courtyard where it exploded. So now, the owner's muggle parents expect the cost of the laptop to be split between Ginny and I, and the Malfoys, who pointed out there are many tables in the potions lab, why can't the kid just used one of those. Albus explained it was his idea, because the kid was making fun of Scorpius for not knowing how to use a computer.

I couldn't help but let out a sigh, remembering my first year when all the muggle born children brought in shiny new laptops becoming the envy of the children from pureblooded families. Fortunately, Harry's muggle cousin owns a computer company was able to 'use his sources' to provide one with a good deal so I was able to keep up with them when they were keeping track of notes. Most pureblood children, like Scorpius, a fellow Ravenclaw that Albus has befriended have parents who don't see a need for wizards to have computers, so as a result is stubbed by the muggleborn for not knowing as much about technology as they do.

Later, we had to have a meeting with the Malfoys and from what they heard it was their son's idea. We both agreed, we don't care whose idea it was, the fact was it was very stupid one. Then Draco mentioned he knows a squib who marred a muggle that owns a computer company where he things they bought the computer from, due to the man seeming to have some knowledge about the wizard world. I knew right away who that was, and contacted Dudley asking if laptops flying away are under warranty. He says for his company, yes, they do cover flying laptops. Afterwards, the Malfoys insisted on meeting with him to buy their son a laptop and which ones are best for a school like Hogwarts (good thing he married a squib).

Dudley Dursley is probably the only muggle who grown incredibly rich from the magical world. Despite the Dursley family being entirely non-magical, they are related to more witches and wizards then some wizard families. Due to Dudley's aunt being a witch, and having fair terms with his cousins he is the recommendation for muggleborns who has a first family member going to Hogwarts. It is from this he is able to relate to the confusion of the parents and non-magical siblings, he just never mentions he never knew his witch aunt. Then on the other end he married Iseult Crabbe, a squib daughter of the pure blooded Crabbe family. The Crabbes would have disowned her, if her older brother hadn't been killed making her and her non-magical children their only relatives left. It is because of this relation, he gets the trust and business of the pure-blood families. I only met him that one time, but I heard about him, he has seven children, five boys and two girls.

Anyway, the main reason I am unable to make it is due to a petition I have received in the mail from the witches and wizards of Godric's hallow. Apparently some children were playing on the ruins of the house one of them fell and got seriously injured being taken to St. Mungo's. The local citizens responded by sending me a petition asking to remove the ruins considering it is a waste of space. Being a father, myself, I couldn't help but agree. I have a right to oversee the removal in order to recover old family artifacts. It started last week, and strangely I had found a few things that remained in-tact, but we are still going through it. After the complete demolish is finished, Ginny and I will be able to plan to visit, again, I am very sorry about this postpone. We will try to come over sometime in November, but that will be determined on how will things are going here. January or February will be a definite though.

Please, give us an update on your school, and your students. Ginny and I went detail, I gave you some money, if you need anymore, please send the request in the next letter with pictures of your students.

Love,

Harry

I sighed folding up, reading the next letter. "Did Ron send me anything?" I said as I open my next letter.

"Oh, Hermione's here." Angela answered as if she was saying, 'oh, the delivery man's here.'

"Who's here?" I asked.

"Hermione, she came this afternoon." Angela answered coming over to see the palate of eaten cookies. "And those were for our visit this afternoon, so we could talk."

"What am I going to tell her, 'Hi, Aunt Hermione, things have been going well here, this one muggle that turns into a wolf has permanently attached herself to me, and I had become an object of study for a vampire doctor. Don't blame me; blame my dad. Oh, and do mind telling Harry, that he's no longer alone in the world, a girl survived the AD curse but she might be different because she's a half-vampire."

"Well, I don't know, Leah is out there right now, she can explain the imprint thing." Angela said quickly.

"I don't want her to explain the imprint thing she did on me." I said quickly running to the front porch to see Aunt Hermione, setting there with Leah, and Rachel at the table along with Martha by her side explaining how the school works with tons of food being forced in front of her.

"Teddy," Leah called, being the first to acknowledge me, as Hermione turned to see me. I could tell instantly she could feel the tension the way Leah looked towards me, the way her eyes glowed as if I was a diamond in the sand.

"Leah," I smiled. "I see you met my aunt, Hermione."

"Yes, we have gotten acquainted together," Hermione stood up instantly. "Now, that Teddy is here, I think that it's best that I excuse myself."

"Yes, that is wise," Martha Young nodded.

"Come on, Teddy," Hermione smiled grabbing my arm.

"What is going on?" She asked in a nervous smile as soon as we came to my room.

"You first…" I suggested.

"What would you like to know about?" she asked coming upstairs with her.

"How about Harry not coming to visit me," I answered promptly.

"Well, that's beyond his control, apparently the ruins of Godric's Hallow are being cleared and he needs to stay around for that. It's a waste of space to let it rot."

"Why does he need to stay for it?" I asked.

"To recover family relics," Hermione answered. "Which has been interesting, besides the normal everyday things that are to be sold or thrown out, he found some other objects, a pearl necklace that belong to his father's mother, that's where the cloak is from."

"Oh, what else?" I asked hoping to postpone the subject of imprint.

"He found a great deal about his muggle grandfather," Hermione answered. "Harry was named after him, died a week prior to his birth. His death devastated his mother, she apparently wanted him to help his wizard grandson."

"He was a muggle?" I pointed out.

"Rose and Hugo love my parents, and I when I was with Rose, I wanted my mother…" Hermione pointed out firmly. "I sort of related when we were with him. They found medals his muggle grandfather won during The Second World War that was kept in what would have been Harry's room, along with a few journals kept by Harry Evans from when he was a solder up until a few weeks before his death with a spell to preserve the writings contained in it."

"Sounds interesting," I sighed.

"He sounded like an interesting muggle," Hermione agreed. I nodded, considering it would be sort of nice to find out about my father's parents. Grandmother has his journal, but I never read it, considering I just didn't have time.

"Yes, his name was Harry Evans, he was originally from the States, but fell in love with a woman named Iris and chose to stay in England with her." Hermione explained. "He worked as a gardener, Harry also found out his mother was just as obsessed with gardening as his muggle aunt, both due to him. He was diagnosed with seven forms of cancer, and lived with Lily and James so he could have access to healers." Hermione then let out a tiny laugh. "Harry found a rather amusing entry from his father about the man he was named after it said: 'After that embarrassing encounter, we finally sat down at the restraint and waited for Lily. I couldn't help but notice he had Lily's green eyes, and was able to manipulate them into a weapon. The way he just stared at me, his green eyes were like daggers coming right through me. I know the man's just a muggle, but from that uncomfortable two minute stare, which seemed to last an hour I got the feeling magical or not, the man could still hurt me. It was after that very long minute, his eyes squinted when the man finally spoke: 'So you're the one dating, Lily, my youngest. You're the wizard she would come home to, complaining how you would pressure her, then this year you finally wised up and became a gentleman convincing my daughter that you were somewhat good enough. You are the one going out with my Lily, who is an image of Iris, the love of my life that passed two years ago. She is the one you are taking out tonight?'

"Yes" I said with a gulp.

He smiled with his green eyes, that I liked most about Lily, and somehow threaten me with them when he said: 'Well, be sure you two have a good time…how does ten sound?'

"How did Harry take that?" I asked as my eyes grew wide, wondering how Harry felt about having a grandfather that treated his father in such a torturing way.

"Harry hoped that when Lily comes home with a boyfriend, he inherited that stare." Hermione answered.

"I can imagine Harry doing that when Lily has a boyfriend." I let out a laugh.

"Yes, this Harry Evans was critical on his son-in-law, in his journal he admitted to liking James, but would often tell your father, and Sirius they were like the sons he never had just to annoy James." Hermione chuckled. "The last couple weeks of Harry's life had to be awful, he apparently heard about Dudley from an Auror and not Petunia. It turns out his aunt wasn't cutting off just her sister, but her entire family, even if it meant denying her father from seeing his first grandchild."

"That's unusual, did he contact his cousin?" I asked with a little squint.

"No, but he probably should, considering Dudley has just a much of a right to the medals as Harry does." Hermione answered promptly. "But, enough of that, I want to hear how you have been doing, heard you made a few friends with some shape-shifters." She smiled happily.

"Leah…" I sighed wondering what Leah had told her.

"Yes, her," Hermione answered with a smile. "She was telling me all about herself, about turning into a wolf, which I suspected the tribe would be due to the local legends of the muggles."

"You know about them?" I asked.

"Yes, Ron got me a book that had them in it one year for Valentine's Day, let's see what was it called…..it had the story about the witch Isolde…..it had something about vampire mates…..'The Third Wife's Tale' It mentioned the Quileutes, and the most romantic supernatural thing…the term was imprinting, I believe have you heard of it?"

"Yes," I answered simply, not saying too much. "What did your book say?"

"Well, it was very confusing, but I found some more books from other shapeshifting tribes in places such as Africa and Australia, who have something very similar, but what I gain from it, it's not really magical more of supernatural." Hermione explained.

"What makes you say that?" I asked hoping not to give her any hint that I was imprinted.

"Well, because the person who cast the imprint has no control over who they cast it to, and it effects the one who imprints more than the one imprinted, they see someone, the one they are meant to be with for the first time then this thick emotional tie comes to them automatically, and they are devoted to those who they imprint in everyway. From what Leah explained, the imprintee does have a free choice. Yet, I couldn't help but admit what girl in their right mind would ignore those kinds of feelings. Which reminds me, I need to text Ron." She then picked up her cell phone and dialed a few words. "Now, tell me about this Rensemee." She let out a sigh. "That Rachel Black girl seemed to be very upset by her situation, and asked for my advice saying that we British wizards have dealt with situations like this?"

"Remember Mike Newton?" I asked.

"Yes, the one that is with the York family," Hermione answered aware of the customs in the Americas.

"Well, Mike gave her a curse, and it had no effect on her…less of an effect then someone else who received this curse that we know." I started out. "And it is a very unexpected reaction considering the normal outcome of this curse."

"Normally vampires aren't affected by magic…in less the Italians are lying about the result of their experiments and caging a group of vampires in a clock tower for the heck of it." Hermione said showing her activist side on the concerned of the vampire labs in Volterra, which the Italian wizards have kept for centuries. They claim they had let them go free hundreds of times but the vampires keeping coming back to them for some strange reason. I sort of felt bad for them after seeing the Cullens this morning, the vampires are probably unaware that there is a vampire world outside of their little clock tower.

"That would have been helpful if I knew that earlier," I sighed.

"Why, what did you think?" She asked curiously.

"Well, I don't know what she thinks, it's what conclusion others came too…considering the spell that had no effect on her."

"Why, what did you think?" She asked curiously.

"Well, it's not know what she thinks, it's what conclusion others came too…considering the spell that had no effect on her."

"Others?" Hermione questioned. "What exactly did Mike try to do?"

"Well…" I stuttered unsure as redhead girl, who seemed to be seventeen wearing a noise ring and a lip ring with bright muggle attire along with a wand in her jacket came in.

"Afternoon miss," She said shyly coming up to Hermione.

"Afternoon to you too," Hermione said politely.

"Are you the new DADA teacher?" The girl asked.

"Yes," I answered respectfully. "Master Lupin."

"I'm Carla Wallace, of Port Angeles, daughter of Reginald and Mary Cattermole, they are from England moved here when they were getting rid of new magic." She had a strange questioning face, I liked the term for muggleborns in the U.S., and the word 'New Magic' seemed more strengthening instead of a weakness.

"Anyway, I was visiting with my sister Maisie and her husband Yaha Uta, and that got me questioning about the situation with um…Harry Potter, the boy who lived I believe they referred him too." She said very politely.

"Yes, feel free to ask." Hermione smiled at the girl's politeness. "He's my brother-in-law, I know him very well."

"Are the vampires on his father's side, or his mother's side?" Carla asked innocently as Hermione's eyes grew it seemed gravity had taken over her face as she blinked several times. She slowly let out a breath glancing towards me.

"What happened?" She asked turning around.

"Well Rensemee, like a certain someone else survived a curse, so people came to a new theory why he survived the curse." I stuttered.

"The child was born half-undead," Hermione stammered.

"Doesn't Harry have children?" Carla asked.

"Yes, dear, he does, out of curiosity were do your parents live?" Hermione asked her.

"My muggle father Lonnie is…never mind, Reginald is my true father, and Mary is my true mother, I just wasn't born with them that's all. Anyway, he works at the chief's office, they sent me here to get you." Carla said respectfully.

"Who dear?" Hermione asked.

"The chief," Carla answered. "He heard you were here, and asked my father to send for you, and he wants Teddy to come and meet my parents. Since they are from England, and also graduated from Hogwarts."

"Oh, well, do I need to dress up?" She asked looking at her worn out travel clothes.

"No, you'll be fine." I assured her. "Trust me I met him before, it is very casual here."

"Here is the floo powder there." Angela came out with a clay jar with Quileute eagles painted on it opening it up to the fire place of the cabin.

~X~

"Would you like some tea?" Mr. Cattermole asked as we sat in the waiting room to see the Chief, I was still stunned to find another British family in Quileute.

"Thank you," Hermione smiled towards the man as his daughter Carla came over with a tray.

"Would you like some sugar or cream?" Carla asked.

"No, thank you, dear," Hermione answered as Carla nodded.

"So how long have you been living here?" I asked the man.

"Twenty years," Mr. Cattermole explained. "We came here only temporarily, after you and your friends told us to leave the country, there were so many of wizard nations, that muggles consider indigenous that were helping the muggleborns of the United Kingdom, offering sanctuary until it was time to go back…the Quileutes were the first to offer room, they seemed to think nothing of Mary being a muggle-born, you should of seen the smile on her face when she was referred to as new magic. They gave us shelter, and let our children enroll in school and then it was time to go back, in the UK were we had no job, our house was set on fire by death eaters, and Mary's parents were killed by death eaters, we saw nothing for us to go to, so unlike the other UK muggle borns and their families we chose to stay. Some in other nations chose to stay too, simply because of the lack of muggleborn prejudice."

"That's because we chiefs view those born of muggles as strengthening in our society, and not ruining any form of blood." The Chief smiled coming down. "Now, I am compelled to give the history of Salem Institute from the view of a…what do muggles call us now…Native American, because of the Italian muggle that figured out this is not India." The man smiled, delighted to share his knowledge. "Now, when muggles came here from Europe, we treated them no differently from our own muggles, when their children should signs of magical powers, we took them and gave them families in their own world, like we did with Carla here." The man smiled towards Carla as Mr. Cattermole put his arm around her. "She belonged to the State of Washington until she proved otherwise, now she is happily with the Cattermoles. Anyway, when the Eastern nations saw new magic springing from the European and African muggles, of course they took them in making their nations stronger, unfortunately weakening our muggle nations. That's when we realized we needed to find a way other than taking them from their muggle families to make them part of us. Hogwarts started to realize they were losing their students. We only agreed, so the muggles from their nations would stop blaming our muggles of their children's magical abilities. They attended, but the chiefs still considered them their children, and went to Hogwarts to see how the children of the colonies were progressing. Since it was royalty visiting them, the families belonging to the House of Snake insisted it would be best that they host such honored guest. They did not like the treatment the ones who are of the first of generations to possess magic was being viewed by the families in this house. It was as if new magic was a source of weakness, and not strength something that ruined them, made them impure. They weren't pleased at all that their children were given dead founders as parents instead actual living witches and wizards to guide them. They found it disgraceful that they thought of those who possessed no power were less than human. From our observations of muggles that came here from the UK and the treatment to the muggles of their nations. It was understood how they got these views of muggles but still we disagreed. To us, muggles are the ancestors of future witches and wizards, a natural source to empower the magical world. So there for should be honored and let be in order to create magical offspring. So we took them and some made the mistake of returning home, and trying to forget the magical world while we argued about who these muggles belonged too. Then the summer of 1692 happened, and we saw the effects when magical powers are ignored, so we agreed to let the students stay with their parents, and be educated in magic with us. Hogwarts agreed to help us, and that's how Salam Institute and its branches were founded. Later, muggleborns coming into the school did not like us cooperating with British wizards, since the schools are for their benefits we let them break off. We never forgot Hogwarts; we never forget ties. We had a fair effect on Hogwarts, as a matter of fact the Dakota consider Albus Dumbledore as one of them, due to his mother Kendra. He is in their bloodlines."

"That I did not know," Hermione smiled, seemingly happy to learn a new fact.

"Yes, his brother, Aberforth, was here to help the new magic of Dakota muggle parents born to avoid the force enrollment to the muggle boarding schools." The man said, I had to admit it; he was the first one I met with the intellectual skills to match with Hermione. "Even when one emigrates they are still kept track of….same with the shape shifters and their pack. I assumed you have heard of them." Hermione nodded. "That is why I brought you here, to find the ones in Britain."

"We don't have any natives who posses that gift in Britain, or Whales, Scotland maybe, Ireland, I would look into it. But certainly not in England." Hermione explained confused.

"They aren't native, the ones we are looking for have ancestry that trace here. During World War Two there was still men of the old pack that could transform, they went off to fight. Two of the men remained in England after the war, due to imprint." The man explained. "We lost records of their names, but we have some clues to their identity. One of them was only half-Quileute, he had a pale-face mother, but still received the gift through his father. The other was full-blooded Quileute. I think it would be wise if we could find their decedents, so they are aware of the gift."

"Oh," Hermione nodded interested. "Well, sir, Chief, I will need a bit more information about them."

"One of them does not have any decedents, he imprinted a witch, which isn't too uncommon, as you already know." He smiled at me, not knowing I hadn't told Hermione about Leah. "Unfortunately, the two didn't get along too well. They had a son together, she did not like the idea of shape shifting, and they would argue which gene would turn out better. He went to Hogwarts, and at seventeen he transformed, I know that is rather late, but keep in mind this was a distant land. He also imprinted…on a woman who was already married and with a child on the way."

"That sounds awful, what happened with him." She asked with intense interest.

"The woman and her husband were both killed, we do not know the reasons, but they were killed." He sighed. "He was able to shape-shift and help the other family, but he died as well, reasons still remain unknown. His father is still alive."

"What about the other, the half-Quileute?" Hermione wrote that down.

"The other one imprinted a muggle child, he waited until she was grown and eventually married her. We heard from the other one about him. The man had two daughters, each one-fourth Quileute. We don't know their names, but they were described as being the two of the most beautiful flowers." The man explained. "The elder daughter transformed in her teens, but didn't take too fondly of it. It may have been due to lack of a pack, because now she's proud for who she is, and her grandchildren's pack. She tried to kill the gene, after the wizard transformed she learn enough control to stop the transformations. She then marred a man she didn't imprint hoping it would die in her child. We were told by the other one's son, she would go out of her way to make herself look normal. She tried to make her son, who was one-eighth Quileute have a body impossible for shape-shifting. Well, at sixteen he became a wolf anyway, but unlike his mother, he embraced it, considered it his own unique trait and he was proud of it. He received help from the other shape-shifting family, and bloomed as a vampire tracker preventing them from entering the wizarding world that still considers him muggle. We lost contact with him when his muggle father saw his son becoming a wolf and died of a heart attack.

"Out of curiosity, what happened with the younger daughter?" Hermione asked with intense interest portraying to the story.

"Well, she's heard to explain, she never changed." The man explained. "She was the imprintee of the wizard shape-shifter, we were told she was magical in a different way, but we assumed he only said that because he was the imprintee of the wizard shape-shape shifter."

"The one who died, how tragic," Hermione sighed.

"She did have a son; the older sister took care of him, just in case." The chief explained as we nodded, it seemed to make perfect sense that this mysterious woman's son went with the elder sister.

"Did he shape shift?" Hermione asked.

"No," The chief answered. "We were told like his mother, he had his own special kind of magic, but we don't know what that is." The man explained. "His cousin, the elder sister's son, went out of the way to insure he didn't transform, which sounds cruel but we were insured it was to take off 'unnecessary burdens' from him."

"Or deny his heritage," Hermione spoke boldly. "But I must say, it sounds like the younger sister might have been a witch."

"That is my theory," The chief agreed. "From what we hear, her grandsons haven't shape-shifted either, that could be form the older sister's sons ensuring no vampires enter the magical world. Perhaps, their sons might have the gene but never given the chance for them to set in."

"Well, anyway, I am sure you have a lot of questions for Teddy now, considering his new connection." The chief patted my back and left.

"They don't think your father….." Hermione asked concerned.

"No, they have no idea," I answered quickly. "Um…it's because I teach here." I said quickly as Hermione nodded.

"Oh, well I suppose it must be interesting with the imprint." Hermione sighed. "I met a shape shifter this afternoon."

"Leah, yes I became very good friends with her," I answered, wondering if I should tell her how much of a friend she has become to me.

"Well good, she would be a good influence." Hermione answered.

"Yes…." I answered. She will make me want to leave her niece, and all I have known.

"It is always enriching to befriend someone from another culture." Hermione nodded, and smiled. "She seemed like a sweet girl, that would be enlighten to you and Victoria."

"Yes," I nodded. "I think we should get ready for the ceremony."

~X~

Angela was able to find Hermione traditional Quileute clothes for the ceremony, in order to blend in with the other Quileute families. Hermione sat in the audience, anxious to experience something new. The chief had arrange for her to sit with the Cattermole family, who she visited with for a little while but was able to mingle with her camera. Angela was anxious to introduce me to the Quileute magical families as well as the American magical families part of the Quileute nation. There were quite a few magical families not of Quileute ethnicity but clearly loyal to the Quileute nation. An example of such was the Gaunts, a strong willed family that lived out along the Hood Canal. They seemed to brag on how many new magic was given to them, they spoke to me right away claiming to be a descendent of a Hogwarts founder, but unsure of which one. I didn't talk to them for very long, there was also the Blacks, which seemed to have similar features to me instead of Rachel. They also bragged about being prosperous with new magic coming into their families.

The ceremony took place under a rocky island off the Pacific coast, that was uncharted by muggles but a dazzling place surrounded by nature and the calming peaceful sound of waves crashing against the rocks, with the smell of the fresh pine trees making it complete tranquil for the opening ceremony. It was surrounded by floating torches that stood out in the air, lighting the sea surrounding the island making a pathway to shore. Then large totem poles sky scraped the air standing mighty and proud making a fence of the rocky shores, forming a canopy over the gathering with a large bonfire in the center where the Quileute nation band together performing rituals and dance spells to bring blessings to their children in the new school year. I stood to the side watching, as I was served a bountiful feast of the Quileute diet being served in a bone-made setting that remained on various blankets where we were to sit and dine.

"There is someone here," Rachel whispered to me, as I turned around quickly to see Leah wearing a cinder bark cloak and a beautiful skirt fitting her body perfectly, with her short spiky hair combed nicely, under basket cap, with a colorful beaded turban, and long turquoise earrings. She stood there, with her hour glass body moving soft like wind, and her rich copper skin glowing amongst the starry night fire, with her brown eyes having the flaming soft glow when I came into view as her light brown lips smiled as she spoke my name: "Teddy."

"Leah," I smiled towards her as I reached out for my hand and she took it. "I am so glad you came."

"You said you needed me," She spoke in the soft voice looking around, eyeing the Quileute witches and wizards who were obviously not descended of Quileute muggles.

"Why are they dressed like that?" She whispered in an offended voice.

"Because, it is the Quileute nation therefore us of the magical arts go by the Quileute lifestyle." A staff nearby answered as if it was obvious in a strange flowing soft accent; she stood there with bright brown eyes and long honey blonde hair with a tall physique. "Are you the shape-shifter?"

"Yes," Leah answered proudly.

"Gracie Whitlock, studies of magical creatures, New blood daughter of Selena and Alvero Moreno of the Wichita nation, daughter of Thomas and Dixie Whitlock of Houston, Texas. I just got to say, I think it's just great what y'all shape-shifter do for us, getting rid of them vampires and that. Let me tell you, those bloodsuckers are like bugs squash them until their gone or they will just make more." She said as Leah's eyes beamed at the manner she spoke worst then the Italians, it seemed this witch thought of vampires as nothing but annoying pests. One would think a witch of the magical world would know there are worst creatures. Hagrid would die of shame listening to this fellow professor for care of magical creatures talk about non-humans in a disgraceful manner.

"What makes you say that?" Leah stated slowly.

"Experience, you should see ones in Texas, it seems every year we got a bunch that needed to be round up and get rid of," She answered. "I heard Mike tried doing so, ashamed he failed. Those Cullens have attracted enough with causing the outbreak in Suquamish, who he tried to kill anyway."

"Renesmee," I said unsure.

"I swear, last thing vampires need is away to reproduce, they do enough of that in Texas. Bad enough that girl had the Italians coming over here. I don't care if they are their lab rats, if that little fire eyed girl tries to mess with me again, I will fling out my wand and show her what it's like to be on real fire. I am going to tell the same thing I told the Intuits when they came here looking for their missing vampire, that they accused us of killing. The only good vampire is a dead one. After losing the first two here, I hope they don't see them again. thank you again, Leah." She smiled. "Anyway, here is the class list, and pictures of the new magic first year students." Grace handed a paper and left.

I recognized some of the children, two of them being Angela's eleven year-old twin brothers, Isaac and Joshua from Forks. A group of kids from Port Angles, I notice a boy of African descent from Lilliwap, that was being eyed by the Gaunts. As well as the girl from Brinnon and the two children from Pouslsbo, a boy from Ocean City, a set of triplets from Bremerton, a Latino boy from Hoquiam, an Indian-American girl from Humptulip, another Quinault girl from Moclips, two boys and a girl from Port Hadlock, who were group with the two boy Native American of Ludlow, an African-American girl from Port Orchard, the half-blood boy from Port Townsend was there informing them. Behind them was a Latino girl from Quilcene, a Japanese kid from Sequim, a girl from Silverdale, who appeared to be of Filipino decent, along with two boys talking in Thai from Shelton.

It was then, the drums pounded along with the sound of flutes playing, followed by a dance and chant in unison as the waters parted and a large arched rocky island came from the water and the students. They were lead by Martha, who lead them into a welcoming crowed giving them blessings for their new world. They all had the same confused look on their face as the chief approached them. I had to take notes; in realizing these are my students as well as the ones of magical parents who stood their anxiously wondering if they would have a sibling. I had twenty-six children who I would only be teaching at night, I will have more depending if their sorted families had other children to be their siblings, and had the responsibility of attending muggle school with their New Magic siblings.

The chief came out wearing a black cloak with red lining with a totem hat representing a whale, and straw coming down it while holding a magic stick. He pressed it, and a dance was started among the men while the women chanted together in unison. I sat off to the side with Leah and Hermione while we observed the music. I noticed Leah smiled, with this prideful look on her face as they dance around the confused witches and wizards. I also notice she let out a little smirk in seeing those not of Quileute decent dancing with the tribe and expecting to follow the Quileute traditions, simply because they chose to live on Quileute land. There was a dance around the students, along with a chant, creating a spell that bounded the student's loyalty to the tribe, making them feel at ease as they became connected with them.

The chief then explained to the children that they are part of the tribe as Emily converted his words in English, while Grace translated in Spanish. I listened as Emily explained how they have magic in their blood, and therefore they belong to the magical world. He then explained how they must be careful not to revel magic, for their own protection and sense of security. He informed the students how those born of magic on Quileute land, are part of the wizard tribe. They will be given schooling in magic, in addition to muggle schooling in order to honor their muggle parents. He then explained in order to lesson the gap between their two worlds they will be given parents of the magic world to help guide them and pass on their magical lessons. The students were told they are to be respectful to them and listen to their teachings, and how their magical linage is traced through them. He then explained how their other children are to be their siblings, and will attend the muggle schools with them for support. He then explained the role of magical teachers is to help them keep up with their studies and guide them in the way of magic.

Martha then came out with a tall woven basket hat that had a woven whale on it. She stood there, it was then I notice all the other teachers stood up, giving me my queue that I need to stand as well. We then heard soft clips as the students stood around, when Martha called the first name, "Tiffany Nation," it was then I saw a small girl with straight blonde hair and pink painted nails come up nervous. The basket sat on her head, then came alive and said "Kaheleha and Emily Ateara" the hat called as a young couple, the man being of a magical Quileute family, and his newblood wife came out to greet Tiffany as their new daughter.

"Isaac Weber' She said as Angela stood there nervously. Isaac came up as Angela stood there with a strong eye for her brothers. Isaac came up and stood in front of the chief as it was placed on him.

"Yaha and Bayak Grunt." She called as Angela gave a worried expression, while Ben's mother tried to comfort her.

"What is it?" Hermione asked.

"I don't know them," She answered worried.

"Well, your suppose to, that's how this works from what I gather, the basket will put you with a family that will help you develop." Mrs. Cheney explained.

"I know, I hope Joshua and Isaac aren't separated." Angela stressed, these ceremonies were taken a lot more seriously than the housing ceremony, at Hogwarts. I think the reasoning is, the housing ceremony only last seven years, this lasted for history. This was not only their place in the tribe, but the place of their magical decedents.

"Joshua Webber." Joshua went up this time. He sat for the longest time and finally said: "Joy and Alfred Cattermole."

"They look like a fine family," I insured Angela as she nodded while other muggleborn children got sorted into their families. I notice Aunt Hermione beam when Reginald patted his son on the back, as Mary hugged her daughter-in-law, while Carla and her sisters Maisie and Ellie smiled at their new nephew.

When the ceremony was finished, I quickly found Leah; it was now time for the ceremonial dance. The fire quickly disappeared and a stone patio rose from the ground creating a dance floor. I met Leah, and she smiled nervously taking my hands. We went out to the dance floor, were she glowed in my arms as I escorted her when my name was announced I was Theodore Remus Lupin as the master of Defense against the Dark Arts. Angela came out with Ben, Gracie came out with her husband, Rachel came out with Paul. We all stood there, waiting to dance.

Leah smiled at me proudly as I walked out with her, we then danced. It seemed so peaceful, as we moved around together, I felt myself become free as those around us disappeared and it was just her and I on the stone island. It seemed all those around me had disappeared, and my only responsibility was her happiness. It seemed my very soul had drifted joining with hers. This woman, who I knew for only a few days had become so much apart of my life it is hard to describe. It was too soon, when the dance had ended. It wasn't long before we came off the dance floor Leah and I felt a body in between us.

"Excuse me, Leah, but do you mind if I borrow Teddy for a minute to talk to him alone."

"Sure," Leah smiled as the Cattermoles gathered around her, while Hermione rushed me off before I could say anything more.

"What?" I asked as she held my arm.

"What are you doing?" Hermione asked stunned.

"It's part of the ceremony…" I answered quickly.

"Don't give me that," She snapped.

"Give you what?" I asked confused as she let out a sight.

"Teddy," Hermione said straightly. "I just want you to remember your loyalties…..Victoria?"

"Yes, I will keep her in mind," I said sternly. "She has been the love of my life for two years."

"Good, keep that in mind." Hermione said sternly. "Don't break her heart."

"I won't," I informed her.

"You are here for a cultural experience, not to betray the ones you love." Hermione stressed again.

"I won't." I repeated.

"Good," She said letting out a sigh. "I am going back to England, I did some research and found the mark of the English shape shifters."

"What are they?" I asked curiously.

"The one who imprinted the witch was the rattle snake, the one who imprinted the muggle was a thunderbird." Hermione explained. "Anyway, I am going to give you updates on what's going on, and believe me I will be back." She said in a serious tone. It was with that Hermione grabbed her portkey and left.

"Is everything alright?" I heard a voice behind me; I turned to find Leah, waiting for me as usual. She surly was a reliable one that was for sure.

"Yes," I answered. "Everything is fine, she is just going home."

"Oh," Leah nodded. "May I ask a question?"

"Of course," I answered.

"How do you know her?" She asked. "Is she related to you or something?"

"Family friend," I answered as I went up to her and she came close to me, it was just the two of us alone walking on the beach.

"Does she know your parents?" She asked curiously.

"My parents died a couple days after I was born." I explained as if it was simple fact, she gave me a strange look after that, like I said it. It was very strange when I talked about my parents being dead, a school mate of mine once commented that I sounded like I said they were away on vacation, but the truth is I never knew them to miss them or even be remotely upset about their deaths.

"Sorry," She said with her eyes filled with sympathy.

"Don't be, I never got a chance to know them, so it really didn't affect me." I explained as we walked together.

"How did they…" She started; I could tell she was a little nervous asking.

"It's a long story," I answered truly not wanting to get much into it.

"Alright, I'll ask later." She sighed, I could tell she was curious, but didn't want to pry. "So tell me about England." She changed the subject. "Where do you live?"

"Well, I live with my grandmother, Andromeda, who also raised me." I started as she glanced towards me. "She truly is the strongest woman."

"That's a strange name," She blurted out.

"Well, so is Leah," I said as she let out a smile. "We live in a very nice house, out in the country, it is actually quite enjoyable. I am an only child, but I had lots of friends growing up, I actually found some friends with muggles that lived near me." I let out a sigh thinking about it. "My godfather, Harry, he is like a father to me, I guess you could say, he has three children who I use to babysit, they were trouble makers."

"Sounds lovely," Leah smiled. It seemed she was listening to every detail, paying attention to every word that I was saying. She wanted to know everything about me, I was more to her, I was something that I would never be to anyone else. I wondered how hard it would be to resist that, she was beautiful tonight. It seemed amongst the dark night starry sky, the glowing orange moon, the sound of the ocean waves…Leah was the most notable of them all. She glowed to me, her face, her eyes, her hair, her skin glow to me. Everything about her made me calm, calmer than I ever felt. I felt my heart and spirit rise as I took her hand, it was a sweet moment of silence of standing in the dark beach night, ignoring my responsibilities here and at home. I felt my arms come around her waist, and then I gave her a soft and gentile kiss with her lips against mine, and my body against hers, with the feeling the heartbeat under her russet skin. My hands in her silk black hair, I knew that I was promised to another, but it was in that moment of still and tranquil nature I kissed her, and it was more than a kiss. My soul was tied to hers through that kiss.