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Hogwarts: Assignment #10, Ritual & Ceremonial Magic Task #2 Write a fic with the setting of a celebration of the light winning the war.

Disclaimer: The following characters belong to J.K. Rowling, and this story derives from her original works, storylines, and world. Please do not sue me, I can barely pay tuition.

Warnings: NA

Everyday Celebrations

Remus couldn't help but smile when he noticed the tears gathering in his wife's eyes. He reached over and put a hand on her knee, leaning towards her.

"I told you that this would happen," Remus whispered.

"Oh, shut up," Dora whispered back. Remus' smile split his face just a little bit more and he reached into his pocket and took out the handkerchief he'd brought along because, again, he'd told her that this would happen.

Dora gave it a look before accepting the offer and dabbing her eyes with it. She scooted over a little closer to Remus before refocusing her attention to the front of the room, where Head Healer Rohan Laghari was finishing up what was, overall, a very well-written speech about the power, hardships, and rewards of being a Healer and the strength of today's graduating class.

Said graduating class was sitting rows and rows ahead of them, clad in sky blue Healer's robes for the first time. Andromeda had claimed a spot for herself in the rows reserved for retired Healers, who wished to attend the ceremony. To the side, Remus saw that Harry had successfully managed to get himself in the room on some absolutely phony pretext of Auror business. He'd smuggled in Victoire Weasley as well, even if she was still a first year Healing Arts student who should have been in class.

"With no further ado," Healer Laghari said. "The 2019 Graduating Class of St. Mungo's Academy for the Healing Arts has chosen amongst themselves a student to read the Healer's Oath and swear them in. They were instructed to choose, by secret ballot, one of their peers who embodies the values and spirit of the program and the profession they have chosen for themselves. A competent Healer who has shown innovation, sympathy, empathy, collaboration, hard work, patience, kindness, and dedication to their careers, their work, and their classmates. As such, I would like to invite our Mr Teddy Lupin to the stage to read the oath…"

Dora gasped.

"He didn't tell us!" she protested.

"Shh," Remus said, clapping along with the rest of the crowd. "Listen!"

Teddy made his way to the stage and shook Laghari's hand with that playful, mischievous smile of his on his face. For today, he'd turned his hair a soft golden shade to match the Healer's robe. Smile lines gathered at the corners of her eyes and lips, making the freckles across his face crinkle.

He took his spot at the podium and looked at the Healer's Oath before him and cleared his throat once before reading it to the room.

"I swear to fulfill to the best of my abilities and judgement the following Oath:

I will respect the knowledge and wisdom of the Healers before me, endeavour to add to this body of knowledge, and share it all happily and freely with those who will come after me, for the benefit of my patients and my craft.

I will remember that there is art to Healing as well as science, and that warmth, sympathy, and understanding can do more good than any other technique which I may employ.

I will not be ashamed to say "I know not," nor will I hesitate to call on my colleagues when their skills and experience would benefit my patients. I will on this day receive my right to practise, though I understand that I will never stop learning.

I will prevent illness wherever I can, for prevention is preferable to cure.

I will protect the environment which sustains us, for its health is reflected in my own and those of my patients.

I will respect the privacy of my patients and the value of their lives. I understand that though these will be entrusted to me, I must work every day to earn the right to that trust. I will not judge the lives my patients lead but aim to better them and preserve them.

I will do all that I can and all that is required for those who are ill and come to me for help. I will remember that my obligations are to all equal; regardless of a patient's sex, gender, race, orientation, religion, political allegiance, faith, magical status, and ability. I will always remember that my patients are more than a condition, a symptom, an ailment, or a curiosity. I will care for the whole individual and not an illness.

If I do not violate this oath, may I enjoy this life, respected while I live, and remembered affectionately thereafter. May I always act as to honour this oath, honour my calling, and experience the joy of helping my fellow. To this I swear."

When Teddy finished, the rows of Healers-to-be repeated the last phrase. "To this I swear."

Applause rippled throughout the room. Healer Laghari patted Teddy's arm as he left the stage to regain this spot.

Dora squeezed Remus' hand. He turned towards her and fell a little bit more in love with the smile she was giving him.

"We did that," she whispered, nodding her head towards the stage. "We made that boy and we made him smart and hardworking and kind and sympathetic and… he did all the work to get himself here, but we did that."

"We did," Remus said with a smile. He kissed her and they turned their attention back to the stage. They watched as graduates were called one by one, walked onstage, had their golden Healer's pin pinned to their robes, and were showered with applause.

Still, Dora leaned her head against his shoulder, snuggling into his sweater, and Remus couldn't shake her words out of his head. We did that, she'd said.

Yes, they had.

And more than that, they had helped to make a world where it was possible for Teddy to do these things and live this life and make the mistakes that had led to this day. A half-werewolf grandson of a Muggleborn and Blood Traitor, the son of two Order of the Phoenix fighters, wouldn't have fared well in a world different than this one. But they'd fought for him and his world, they'd risked it all, they'd been hurt, they'd been lost, they had lost, they had nearly lost each other. And all to make this day possible.

Well, maybe not this day specifically. When Teddy had been born, he'd been small and a blank slate. His hair had changed from colour to colour as he'd slept, and Remus remembered thinking that his dreams and his future would be just as ever-changing and open until he settled on what he loved. Teddy could have been anything, Remus wanted him to be anything, but it all needed to happen in the right world.

And so whenever Teddy did things like this—beautiful, incredible things—Remus couldn't help but think of the long road behind them. He thought of Lily and James, Marlene and Dorris, Dumbledore and Alastor, Ted and Fred, and all the losses and sacrifice that made the things Teddy did possible.

Every moment in Teddy's life was a celebration of their victories; it gave a sense of meaning to their losses, and reminded Remus that though he shouldn't take the light for granted he valued it more than he could think. When he'd been little, Remus had counted incredible achievements as successfully ferrying handfuls of Cheerios from the little boy's high chair table to his mouth. But now, watching his son walk to the stage when his name was called, he couldn't have been prouder.

"Edward Remus Lupin," Laghari called.

The applause around the room felt especially loud as Teddy walked onstage, stood up straight as the Head Healer stuck the pin on his chest, and shook his hand. Teddy whispered something that made the older man laugh, and he turned to the crowd and raised his hand in thanks. Dora let out a whooping cheer and Teddy blushed onstage. Dora laughed, even if she was crying again.

And Remus felt thankful for her, thankful for his son, and thankful that everyday was a celebration of the life he had led and the peace he now had.

Stacked with: MC4A; Hogwarts; Shipping Wars; Winter Bingo

Individual Challenge(s): Gryffindor MC; Hufflepuff MC; Seeds; Times to Come; Old Shoes; Themes & Things A (Celebration); Themes & Things B (Survival); Themes & Things D (Sweater); True Colours; Rian-Russo Inversion; In a Flash; Yellow Ribbon; Yellow Ribbon Redux

Word Count: 1358

Shipping Wars

Ship (Team): Remus Lupin/Nymphadora Tonks (Technicolour Moon)

List (Prompt): Winter Medium 1 (Joy)

Fall Bingo

Square (Prompt): 5A (Gold)