We are almost done with Teddy's hogwart years.

Teddy 16

"YOU WANT TO BE A WHAT?" Christmas break was certainly not shaping up to be a cheerful one this year. To say my grandmother was not reacting well to my vocational choices would be and understatement. I had hoped to have this conversation in private, but dear sweet James had announced to everyone at the dinner table that I had been talking to Victoire about becoming an auror. I made a mental note to bind him to his bed Christmas morning.

"Now Grandma, Mum was an auror and Uncle Harry is the head of the department." "My point exactly! Your mother is dead and we almost lost Harry this summer!" My normally emotionally steady grandmother ran from the room in tears. Grandma Molly gave me a withering look and left after her. I looked to Uncle Harry for support. "Don't look at me mate, I'm not to happy about this either."

Well didn't that just put your knickers in a twist. I excused myself and headed to my favorite place to think, the beach at Shell Cottage. What was I going to do? There was no way I wanted to defy my Gran, she had lost so much. And to find out Uncle Harry was worried too. But damn it I knew I was meant to be an auror!

Nothing was settled before I left for school again. I had let the matter drop in an effort to make it a happy Christmas.

"What am I going to do?" Victoire and I were blessedly alone in an unused classroom. I had to use charm to stick the terrible two to a couple of chairs in order for us to get some time to talk. It did have the added benefit of providing time them to study. Victoire had stuck their quills to their hands and told them to write their charms essays or bats would fly.

"Teddy you do realize that, as an adult, you have the right to be whatever you want right?"

"Yeah I can see that happening. Uncle Harry I know you are the head of the department and all so please don't block my application. Oh and by the way Gran just died of a broken heart, the funeral's on Tuesday. That'll work."

"Listen, Uncle Dudley was telling me that muggles often take a year off before starting training for their jobs. They call it a gap year. Why don't you take a year off, go see Charlie, Aunt Luna and spend some time on the island? At the very least it would give you another year to come with ways to convince them."

"You are bloody brilliant! I knew there was a reason you're my best mate!"

So I dispatched owls to Gran and Uncle Harry, that did the trick, They soon both convinced themselves I'd, 'grow out of this phase', (like I was a bloody 5 year old wanting a wand), in a year.

The rest of the school year flew by. Gryffendor almost won the quidditch cup. Not to bad , considering Fred was the only decent player we had. We did win the house cup, barely. James and Fred had set a record for most points taken from a house. I had to admit that maybe Victoire was right and that giving James the map was a mistake.

Before I knew it I was back at Kings cross, saying goodbye to my friends and making plans with Victoire to go shopping for my gap year.