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Unfortunately, there are no kudos to be given in this chapter. Forgive me for that oversight, but I didn't leave a little thing in the earlier chapter for you to find. Ah well, there might be one in this one if you guys pay attention.

As I've said in the last chapter, the betas have gone to the great fanfic in the sky, so this one is coming straight to you directly from the writer. Forgive any grammatical errors.

Chapter 7: Education over Tea and Puppets

1408 Graymalkin Lane, Bayville, New York 2007

"So….what exactly happened to make Sirius swallow his polygum?" Harry asked.

"Well…umm…you see," Teddy began as he looked at his Godfather and couldn't decide whether or not to tell the man what exactly happened that had made Sirius swallow his polygum.

"Why do you have bruise salve on your face?" Harry asked, now noticing for the first time that Teddy's face was covered in bruise salve, hastily applied as well. Whatever had happened had occurred just moments before Sirius swallowed his gum and Teddy had made that frantic mirror call.

"We were playing outside, as Chris and Francis. You know throwing a Frisbee around that kind of thing, and then Sirius went inside and he called me in for lunch, and I started running towards the door, and"

Harry could not help but feel the corners of his lips lift up into a knowing grin as his godson started to explain the events that had happened. Oh he could just see exactly what a prankster like Sirius would have done. "Let me guess, he closed the sliding glass door and you ran into it." He had to resist the urge to laugh at the mental image of Teddy, as Francis, running full force into a sliding glass door. That thought enough was almost enough to make him burst out laughing; no wonder Sirius had swallowed his gum.

"It's not funny! I don't have perfect eyesight when I'm a dog, I can't tell if there's glass there or not!"

With that outburst Harry couldn't restrain himself anymore and he laughed. "I can see why Sirius swallowed his gum now…He was so busy laughing that he choked on it and then swallowed it right?"

Teddy nodded, though he looked a little apprehensive.

"Is there more to the story?" Harry asked as he looked at his godson in concern.

"I told him to drop dead," Teddy said softly eyeing the unconscious body of the now fourteen year old Sirius.

Harry sighed softly and brought Teddy in for a hug. "Teddy is your mutant ability the one that allows you to control people?" he asked the boy.

"No," Teddy said softly.

"Then could you actually kill your godfather if you told him to drop dead?" Harry asked.

"No."

"Then you did nothing wrong, what happened to Sirius was completely his fault. He shouldn't have closed the door on you, and he shouldn't have laughed so hard he'd choke on his gum. It was just an accident, besides" and then a wicked grin crossed Harry's face. "Why don't we get a pair of permanent markers and have some fun?" he suggested and the mischievous smile on his godson's face was his answer. Oh Sirius was out of trouble for now, but when living with a bunch of Marauder descendants, it was never wise to be unconscious out in the open, especially after you had pranked someone. "I think some retaliation for scaring us today is in order," and with that they got busy with the markers.

1600 Pennsylvania Avenue NW, Washington, The District 2007

It had been a very busy week for the family that now resided in 1408 Graymalkin Lane, what with the electrical installation that Harry had to supervise, and then the resulting prank war with the now young Sirius, and the second resulting prank war when Sirius discovered that Harry was going to send him to Bayville High School next month and when Teddy discovered that he'd be flooing to Salem for wizarding grade school, and the teacher applications on top of that, and having to file Sirius as a dependant, which caused more paperwork for Harry and delayed his citizenship for some time because they had to explain the accident that de-aged Sirius. With his chaos field in flux because of his renewed teenage state, Sirius could no longer be an adult, which of course meant that Harry had to do even more paperwork to become the regent of Sirius' vaults and to assign his godfather a trust vault.

Hell with all the paperwork he was doing already, he decided to just go ahead and adopt Sirius and Teddy, since both were parentless and his wards anyway. He was glad that he didn't have to go through any trouble with Andromeda, Merlin rest her soul, since she had passed away five years ago, which resulted in him having full custody of Teddy, and with the Americans being so helpful in his legal process and all he figured that he could finally get around to doing what he had planned to do when Andromeda had died, which was to adopt Teddy.

Unfortunately, that was not the reason he was currently sitting once more in the waiting room at the Department of Magic. No, he had received an owl stating that he was required to attend a meeting with the Secretary of Magical Education regarding his curriculum. He hoped he hadn't done something stupid, but maybe he was leaving something out that would be bad for his students. He really wanted his school to do well, to be on par with Hogwarts even, and after all the magical government here had been nothing but helpful so maybe he wasn't going to lose his school before it even opened.

The same intern from the last time he had visited opened the door. "Hello there Harry," Andonis said with a bit of a smile as he noticed the other's usual glamour for when he went about in public. "I'll be escorting you to Dome now," he said opening the door wider and stepping aside for Harry to exit.

After Harry had left the room he looked over at Andonis curiously. "Dome?" he asked as he looked over at the other male as they started to walk the halls of the Department of Magic.

"Department Of Magical Education, DOME for short," he said to the other male.

"Ah," Harry responded as they walked. It wasn't long before he was ushered into an office that was very unlike the one that Secretary McCloud had. While hers had been Spartan, this one was homey. There were pictures of children all over the place, and drawings made by students. Whoever owned this office was definitely a teacher once upon a time, and a grade school teacher at that. At the desk sat a petite young woman with long black hair and pretty ebony eyes. Harry could even see the red ribbon that she used to tie her hair back so it didn't disturb her from her work.

The young woman smiled and gestured for Harry to take a seat before Andonis closed the door. "Mr. Potter, I'm Secretary Honey, and while I heartily agree with Secretary McCloud with your plans for the school, I could not help but notice a problem in your curriculum," she said as she looked at the other. She had a kind strong voice, and honestly looked like she wanted to help him.

"What sort of problems did you find?" he asked, he was glad it was brought up now, since the school wouldn't be opening until the summer of next year. It gave him plenty of time to fix up any problems in the curriculum that could be found, and also plenty of time for the teachers to come up with well coordinated schedules that took into account the student's day schooling at the local public schools.

"You Mr. Potter, do not include any of the Dark Arts in your curriculum," she said to the other male as she steepled her fingers before her. "Now while I know the current sentiment that the British schools take towards the Dark Arts, in America we do not ban a branch of magic merely because of any dark connotations it may have."

"But…Secretary what about Dark Arts Addiction? I wouldn't even know how to handle it if one of my students became addicted, and what if they begin to study dark arts outside the curriculum? If I have those kinds of books out for any student to read, why we could have an aspiring Dark Lord rise up," he said baffled and worried that the other would want students to be taught the Dark Arts at his school. What kind of country openly taught their students Dark Arts? Well Bulgaria was one such country, but then again they didn't have a Dark Lord rising out of their ranks, it was Britain who had a Dark Lord who attempted to overthrow the ministry.

"There are wards we can place to monitor any Dark Arts outside of the classroom, and Mr. Potter there is a cleansing ritual designed to help cleanse one of residual dark or chaos energy. It is mandatory that all students taking the Dark Arts have to do the ritual before class, but I can see that this isn't helping you make the decision to include it. Tell me Mr. Potter what are the Dark Arts?" she asked as she looked at him. "I honestly want to know, what do the British consider to be a Dark Art?"

"Dark Arts are spells and curses that use negative emotions and or sacrificial aspects to harm another person," Harry said as he looked over at the woman wondering what she was getting at.

"Ah, so that's what they've dubbed it, well here in America they aren't called the Dark Arts, but the Chaos Arts. You see what you term Dark and Light magic, we term them as Chaos and Ordered magic. Chaos magic, or Dark magic if you prefer, is magic that uses emotions as the basis for the casting while Ordered magic uses logic as the requirement for casting. For example, The Patronus charm, is that Light or Dark magic?" she asked.

"Britain considers it to be a Light magic spell," Harry said as he looked at her. Maybe she was getting to something, if they had different definition as to what each type of magic was, then perhaps by not allowing a Dark Arts class he was actually hindering his students.

"The ICW had ruled it to be a Chaos or Dark spell," she said to the boy.

"But how?"

"Simple, to justify the difference between Dark and Light we use Arithmancy," she said to the other male.

"I don't understand," he said only getting further confused.

"Wingardium Leviosa, when read Arithmantically one can see the weight/magic ratio in regards to lifting objects. If you need to lift a heavier object you need more magic, this can be explained numerically which is why it's considered by the ICW to be an Ordered or Light spell," she said to the other. "Tell me, can you quantify Happiness?"

"No you can't, that would be impossible," he said now that he was getting the gist of what she was saying. "So…because you can't quantify happiness, you can't write an Arithmantic equation for the Patronus, so it is obviously not an Ordered spell, and because everyone experiences and defines happiness differently than the results are chaotic...hence Chaos," he said as it was dawning on him "which would put it in the exact classification as Imperius, Cruciatus, and the Killing Curse because all three require an emotional aspect as the basis of the spell!"

"And that is why they are called Ordered and Chaos, or originally Dark and Light. According to scholars the classification of Dark and Light came about from the concept of Yin and Yang. Yin, being order, and Yang, being chaos. Yin's color is white, and Yang's is"

"Black, but over the years I could see it changing to Light and Dark," he said to the woman. "I…I get what you're telling me now, wow I didn't even realize how poor my magical education back at Hogwarts was, but…never mind," he said to the other. He was going to ask why one could get addicted to Chaos magic, when it was fairly obvious. If Dark magic was based off of emotion than it was far easier to give into your emotions and get carried away than it would be to practice Ordered magic which required a level head. Humans were emotional creatures, and of course thanks to what Hermione discovered were more naturally tuned for Chaos magic because of the Chaos fields they generated, by using Order to temper their natural Chaos fields, it allowed enough balance for the Wizards to develop a culture and society. After all he was sure the African Tribes did not practice any form of Order magic, and therefore aside from Egypt there were no major magical civilizations of any note on that continent. Heck he could easily see why China and India had some of the strongest wizards because of their belief in personal enlightenment, which necessitated that they bring Order to their magic. No wonder their civilizations were much older than Europe's!

"I'll see to it that I add Chaos magic onto the curriculum, and well I suppose all other sorts of magic as well since Americans seem to like variety," not to mention he was curious. There were even Necromancers running about, but it depended on what they focused on. Many of the decent Necromancers actually were more like Spirit mediums and the like rather than those who desecrated the dead. It would be useful to teach students how to put ghosts to rest and maybe that was why there were so many in Europe when there were relatively few elsewhere. "But..I gotta find a way to limit the amount of teachers somehow. I'm getting flooded with applicants," he said to the other. "It's taking forever just to sort out the ones that have the necessary qualifications and the ones that don't."

"I have a suggestion if I may Mr. Potter; I noticed that one of your qualifications is proficiency with dueling. Why don't you hold some kind of tournament or obstacle course to test the applicants and then interview the rest?" Secretary Honey suggested. Harry was listening to what she said and mulled the idea over. Well he did have extensive grounds; maybe he could set up some sort of maze like the one in the Third Task and put in a bunch of obstacles for them to overcome. Maybe give them portkeys in case they failed and would ship them out of the wards. Yeah he could do that, but how to find some sort of object to test the teachers with?

"That's not a bad idea, but I'll need some kind of obstacle for them to get over, one to especially test their proficiency in dueling against several different types of people and creatures," he mused as he looked over her. "Thanks for the help Secretary Honey, you've given me quite a lot to think about," he said as he got up and shook her hand.

"I'm just glad to be of service Mr. Potter, both Secretary McCloud and I want you to succeed in your endeavor, so we'll help out in any way we can," she said to him with a smile.

"Please call me Harry; I think we'll be seeing each other often."

"Alright then Harry, that is if you'll call me Matilda," she said with a smile.

"Sure thing Matilda, now then I have to get back, I left the boys alone for the moment, I don't even know if Sirius or Teddy left me a home to get back to," he said with a chuckle as he left her office. Damn his busy week just got a lot busier, but at least his way he managed to solve the evil breeding paper problem.

1408 Graymalkin Lane, Bayville, New York 2007

"It finally arrived!" Sirius crowed early the next day. Harry still fuzzy with sleep walked over to the front door where a large crate stood that Sirius was eagerly opening. It was large enough to fit a man. On the sides of the container it read Geppetto's.

"Sirius what is this?" he asked as he looked over at the teen. The younger male couldn't use magic outside of school, now while he still held his wand, and was previously an adult he didn't have a trace, but Harry had confiscated it because of the rampant chaos that Sirius and Teddy had gotten into during both Prank Wars. He didn't need to deal with that kind of thing at the moment, despite how fun it was. True it made him a party pooper, but the sooner he got the school going, the sooner he would be free of all the evil paperwork that made Sirius and Teddy's antics tiring. Luckily both boys realized the stress Harry was under, Sirius especially since originally he was supposed to be helping Harry set up and then administer the school, instead of ending up a student there.

"Teddy and I saw this thing at Wiz-mart while we were there, and well we couldn't help but think how awesome they would be for your Defense classes," he said as he finished opening it up to reveal a wooden puppet about the size of a man inside it. "It's a dueling puppet. You use arithmancy and runic sequences to set up a personality and combat type, put in the level of magic you want it to have, and presto, you've got a magical opponent!"

"You mean we can program this guy into almost any kind of adversary? Even someone as skilled as say Voldemort or Dumbledore?" he asked as he looked at Sirius.

"Sure thing, though they can't escape the house they belong to, so you can use them as bodyguards and stuff when you go out, but you could use them to guard your house. I mean imagine what kind of defense we could have if we could use these things to protect the school!"

"Sirius! I think you just solved my obstacle problem!" Harry exclaimed as he looked at the puppet.

"What say you and I spend the afternoon taking this guy apart and building our own army of these things?"

"Oh what for?" Sirius asked as he looked at his guardian, and how weird was that going from godfather to ward?

"Well how would you like to watch a bunch of teachers get their arses handed to them by a bunch of puppets?" he asked as he looked at his godfather.

"Wicked!"

And finished! This chapter was quite fun to right and I rather enjoyed it. Now I left a few things for kudo points since there weren't any in the last one. Hope you find em! Please Review, I love Reviews it inspires me to write more!