Accidents Happen C19:

Charlie's POV:

Merlin I'm so sore.

Seriously. I feel like my body is going to fall apart it aches so much. The run up to full moons are never normally this bad, normally I feel slightly ill, I'll have a temperature, a headache and feel kinda dizzy as well as achy joints. Today however, I feel like my arms are about to drop off. I guess I'm just hoping now that no one notices.

I attract enough attention as it is!

Remus' POV:

I'm bouncing with nerves. I feel physically sick and just want to go back to my room and flop onto my bed. Charlie is going to be my assistant in my first years lesson, he said that he had an independent study period that lesson and could come along and help out, which I gladly accepted. My classroom is ready, the mahogany desks are in neat lines, the extra study books are prepared, the spare ink is ready, the floor is clean and Charlie should be arriving any minute.

Three knocks in the door resounded through the room.

'Charlie! Come in!'

'Hey dad! What we doing?' came the cheery voice I was so familiar with.

'We are doing a general overview of what this lesson is about and we shall have a duel to demonstrate what they should try and work towards. Don't worry though we shall use only up to... Let's say fifth year spells?'

'Yeah fine by me! Where shall I sit?'

'Do you want to sit in my office? You can do your study in there with Prof. Slytherin and then enter the lesson easily: we're going to use Flitwick's old duelling platform in the lesson so brush up on your more glamorous spells if you would,' I shuddered as I saw an evil grin grow on Charlie's face, it was one I was oh too familiar with.

NOTE TO SELF:

Don't accept ANY food or drink from Charlie.

'Ok dad, prepare to be beaten!' Charlie cackled as he left the room for the office, I had got used to Charlie's antics now, he reminded me so greatly of James and Sirius that sometimes I forgot he was Charlie and not my school mates. Drat! I forgot my book! I put down my quill and sprinted to the office to get it off my desk but when I reached the office I found myself face to face with a dementor- or what looked like one anyway. I pulled out my wand and shouted 'EXPECTO-' but to my confusion I heard guffawing from under the hood.

'You are hilarious!' came a voice from the dark, 'you should've seen your face!'

Right, so much for a dementor gone AWOL. Turns out it was a disguised Charlie, he's a nutter that one! How did he manage to get changed so quickly? It was only about a minute or two! With an amused sigh, I walked over to my desk, glaring at the bowl of chocolates in wrappers that had just appeared on the desk, I scooped up my book on the way out but as I turned out I heard a laugh and Charlie saying 'Nice hair!' before he scampered past me and out the office.

'CHARLIE JAMES REMUS LUPIN! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!' I cried as I ran to my quarters just off the main classroom to find a mirror, which would be- in the- bathroom! To the bathroom! I sprinted into my lounge, slamming the door open as I ran, I skidded into the bathroom and gazed at my reflection. My normal, non-crazy haired reflection.

'You've double pranked me Charlie and you will feel my wrath,' I stated darkly as I gave one final look before running back to the classroom, wand bared only to see a very startled first year class staring at me intently as I caught my breath and skidded around the corner to face my desk where I saw him. A relaxed Charlie sat straight legged across my desk, a munched on apple in hand, he was addressing a very amused yet slightly scared bunch of first years. His hair was just the same as mine but with blue streaks in, his face was older and reflected mine, if I didn't know better I would assume he was a teacher.

'So then I jumped on him and turned his hair-'

'Mr. Lupin. What ARE you doing on. my. desk?' I said smoothly in a low, hopefully threatening voice but I feel the effect was rather ruined by the amused undertone my voice carried.

'I am informing students on how to deal with pranksters, which after seeing the twins, they'll need,' he said, sliding off the desk casually, taking another bite of his apple.

'Yes, well kindly refrain from doing that in my classroom,' the first years looked on eagerly as if watching a tennis match.

'Sorry shall do, see you later class,' he waved merrily.

'Bye Mr. Supermegacoolawesomeprankste rextraordinaire, Genius For Short, sir,' the class chimed as I buried my face in my hands, what had Charlie told these kids?

'Right, well that was my assistant Mr. Lupin, but you can call him Charlie, I do when I'm not shouting at him,'

'You know him sir?' a small, pointed faced girl asked from the front row, her voice quivered with apprehension or just down right fear.

'Yes, sadly I do,' I was about to carry on but I was interrupted by Charlie shouting,

'I HEARD THAT!' much to the class' amusement.

'Yes, I do, he's my son,'

'Isn't he a bit old to be your son sir?'

'Miss-?'

'Granger. Hermione Granger,'

'No miss Granger, in fact that's not even what he looks like, usually he looks much more like a nut case than that,'

'Charlie Lupin,' she breathed much to my amusement, she promptly turned a deep red and huffed.

'Is that a problem?' I asked, deeply amused by our conversation, and apparently so was Charlie as I could see his head poking through the partially open door.

'No, he pulled a prank at the feast,'

'Was that him?! With the twins?!' the class broke into chatter and laughing.

'Yes, hush down! Thank you, now I do believe we should be moving on,' I said loudly but when I stopped talking, all I could hear was hissing from my office. What was Charlie doing?

'Who knows what the incantation for the disarming hex is?' I asked the silent class, they all stared at me blankly except for one. Miss Granger bounced up and down in her chair, her hand fluttering as she desperately tried to get my attention, it was rather comical actually, not that I laughed at students, with a certain reluctance to let her answer I nodded at her.

'The incantation for the disarming hex is 'Expelliarmus,', the wand movement is a sharp jab and a twist of the wrist. The wand that has been disarmed should fly away from the victim and into the nearby vicinity,' she rambled on, seeing an point to intervene I leapt on the opportunity before she gave a full blown lecture.

'Yes thank you, now I shall demonstrate-'

CHARLIE'S POV DURING THAT SCENE:

I sauntered out the classroom, quickly erected a muffliato and then burst into laughter so great I had tears streaming down my face.

''May I enquire asss to what isss ssso funny?" came a silky voice from behind dad's desk, it was my tutor, Lord Salazar Slytherin.

"I had a bit of- a laugh with the firssst yearsss, very amusssing,"

"Ssso that wasss the racket, I did wonder," he chuckled before gazing down at me, "You're a bit older than I expected,"

"Sssorry Lord Ssslytherin, I am in disssguise," I chuckled before returning to my usual appearance, I flicked my blue hair out the way and smiled cheerily.

'So you truly are my descendant and heir,' Slythetin smirked as I stopped still.

'What?'

'You speak the noble tongue of the snakes, that trait is only possible in the Slytherin family blood line, no one, except through possession, can talk the tongue,' Slytherin drawled at me, his eyebrow was raised and I shot him a look.

'Yes, I was aware that I was your descendant, but heir? And why have we switched back to English Lord Slytherin?'

'Sal is fine, none of the Professor, Lord or Master stuff for me Charlie, very astute of you Charlie to recognise the tongue and before you ask I heard your dad,' I nodded at Sal's observations to prove them correct before looking up at him once more.

'Right, so sir, what are we doing today?'

'The Dark Arts,' Sal said in a low voice.

'The Dark Arts?' I said with hidden interest and enthusiasm, well not as hidden as I planned as Sal seemed to smirk and carried on.

'Yes, I can sense the Dark Touch in your blood, a curse or two, may I enquire as to which?'

'Lycanthropy and Avada Kedavra,' I mumbled blushing bright red and facing the floor.

'A werewolf, eh? The heir of Slytherin, a werewolf?! I always said we were a dark house! And Avada Kedavra? Now that is interesting! I do believe the only person to have survived that is Harry James Potter, another descendant, but you are a Lupin by blood, unless- blood adoption. You were born Harry Jam-'

'Sh! No one can know! Not even Dumbledore!' Charlie spat.

'As I if I would tell that old coot!' Sal sneered before pulling a mocking face and putting on a voice, 'I've lost Harry Potter- it's for the greater good! Greater good this, greater good that!' It'd be for the greater good if he stuck it where the sun don't shine!' Sal grumbled much to my amusement, 'Even his Phoenix is annoying sometimes!'

'Haha! You really despise him, don't you?'

'Yes, which is why you shouldn't tell him I'm teaching you Dark Arts, pretend it's advance DADA, which in a way it kind of is, you can't fight the Dark Arts if you have no knowledge of them or first-hand experience!' Sal infused, 'So, firstly, the unforgivables, name them.'

'Imperius, Cruciatus and Killing,'

'Yes and their incantations?'

'Imperio, Crucio and Avada Kedavra,' I reeled off, where was this going?

'You are force fed that Dark Arts are 'bad'. Can Avada Kedavra be used for good? Is it so bad to kill?Think before you speak,' Sal said sharply as I opened my mouth to protest loudly.

'Well, it could be used to put people out of their misery or to cull cattle easily and cheaply I guess,' I said slowly, taking a great interest in my shoes as I said this.

'Yes! Yes it can! Don't look so ashamed! You're correct, it's a hard truth compared to what you're fed by the Ministry, but it is true! A life time sentence for murder yes, it shouldn't be for the use though!' Sal said keenly, his eyes glinting dangerously as I looked up at him.

'I just don't want to be dark,' I mumbled, 'I always try to convince myself I'm not dark but I really enjoy learning the Dark Arts,'

'Well, we can learn Parselmagic, it's just another branch of largely disused magic- much more powerful than Latin magic,' Sal winked as I smirked and nodded eagerly, 'I knew you would, now firstly, have you a snake to hand? A familiar perhaps?'

'I have a snake called Quiessée, will he be good for it?'

'Yes, we are going to firstly work on the incantation which, I believe is easier to start in parseltongue with a snake to hand, hence the need for a snake. The incantation is "Rassias", go,'

"Quiessée, can you come out quickly so we can work on my magic?''

"Certainly ssspeaker, what sshhall I do?''

"Just ssit and talk, thankss"

"Now, focus on fear and feel your core, ssee it, take it in," Sal hissed in a calm soothing tone.

"How? How do I find it?"

"Breath deep and create a ball of wandless flame in your hand- I know you can do it- feel the magic flow through your body and then find the centre, there you go,''

I turned my palm up to the ceiling in front of me, closed my eyes and tensed my hand to create hopefully was a ball of flame, at Sal's confirmation I sustained the ball and felt for my magic; it was a sort of warmth that ran through your body creating pathways like veins and arteries, I felt for the tingle that came with it and followed it. I threw my mind into my magic and held my breath as I searched for it, when I saw it I almost opened my eyes in shock; there was a large swirling ball of coloured light, greens, blues, purples, reds all entwined with each other. Around the edge was a black section covering some of the light, it was mysterious and quite frankly scary, the light seemed to want to get out of the bind and away from it but it was stuck. There was also a grey tinge surrounding my core, it was misty and sort of hung around my core in active, there was also a small orange lump off the side, rather like a tumour, it just sat there every so often vibrating and then lying dormant again.

"Sal, I've found it," I whispered, trying to concentrate on both Sal and my core.

"Good, now grab some negative emotion and drag it out, force it into whatever you fear, which I guess is the full moon?"

I struggled as I felt myself being pulled out, "and dad dying and dementors," I gasped as I flung myself back into my core for a recharge before going back to the half-way house.

"-pull and envisage the dementor,"

I locked on to a lump of the grey mist and sent it flying through my magic canals until I felt it reach my hand, I opened my eyes and expelled the magic forcing it into the air. I gasped in horror as a shadow of a dementor formed in the still air, the echo of its rattling breath sounding in the office.

"Stronger, again" Sal urged me on, I pulled on some more mist which kept on multiplying and growing, I sent it out of my hand again where it became a dark ghost, this time I could feel the cold setting in.

"Again,"

I pulled on my magic and this time a fully-fledged dementor hung in the office, its face hidden by its dark hood, its breath chilling.

"Good, now if I were you I'd stop it before your father walks in," I banished the dementor and turned around just as dad opened the wooden door with a click.

'Charlie, duelling, now!' Dad barked uncharacteristically before turning and leaving. What had got him in a stew? I shrugged, pulled on my duelling slacks and cut off robes before checking for my wrist holster which contained my wand, all present and correct I set off, this time I had blue and blond hair with amber flecked green eyes. I skipped out of the office just as I heard dad say,

'Follow me, stick close, we don't want you getting lost, Charlie meet me at the duelling chambers,' he shouted before sweeping out the classroom. I walked over to the back wall of the classroom and ran my hand along the wall for the hidden button I knew was there, I felt a slight indentation in one of the panels with a click I pushed it open.

'Oh yeah!' I smirked as I stared into the musty dark, that was before I was engulfed in stale air that caused me to choke and gag. With a final look of disdain I stepped into the passage, sending balls of blue flame down the corridor, highlighting cobwebs that hung from the ceiling, giant magically grown spiders swinging back and forth. I pushed forwards through the illuminated passage, coughing occasionally as he made his way to the duelling room, with a stumble I fell out into the light. As I stared around the duelling room, I took in the scenery; a grand blue platform stood down the centre of the room, the blue fabric covering it had the lunar phases printed on it - how coincidental! The room had stands of red plush chairs around the side, giving out the impression that it was a stadium, just- luxury, some of the chairs were starting the disintegrate and become thread bare. As I walked around the room silently with the exception of the clicking of my shoe soles, I cast a air freshening charm to expel the dead air which hung in the room, breathing more easily I set up a score board in which we were to show our spells we used and the winner, just as I was about to create a giant throne on which to sit on but I was disrupted mid-spell by the chattering of first years as Dad pushed open the door.

'Here we are, please take a seat and face the platform, in you go!' he called as he entered the room, giving me a grim smile which I returned with a cheesy grin. All the first years scrambled to get a plump chair, a dejected Ronald Weasley dumping himself down on the last available chair where everyone else was seated, which coincidentally was bare and wooden. Dad walked up to me his wand in hand, he had a distinct air of dread.

'Charlie, they're nutters, the lot of them!' he groaned.

'How so? Not all geniuses?' I laughed quietly much to Dad's amusement mixed in with disdain.

'Yes, well Granger knows all the answers and everyone else just lets her do the work, they're just copied from the textbook!'

'And I thought she was alright!' I sighed with a cheeky look in my eyes.

'Yes well,' Dad turned to the mass of Slytherins and Gryffindors, 'CLASS! We are going to duel and you are to watch,'

'Who, you and that scrap? He doesn't stand a chance!' Dad turned to face a pale, pointed faced boy with blonde slicked back hair.

'Mr. -'

'Malfoy, Draco Malfoy,' the boy drawled with more than a touch of arrogance.

'Ah Mr. Malfoy, I am indeed going to duel with Mr. Lupin, he is more than capable at holding his own. I assure you. ' Dad said curtly back before smiling at me
in a knowing way that I translated as: 'Do your worst, no limits,'. With a smirk I jumped on to the platform and sat with my legs hanging over the side, swinging in rhythm to my heart.

Dad continued, 'As we are going to be duelling I expect that you shall all stay silent and stay still, we are battling and in a battle do you do distract the knights? No! So don't distract us! We shall be erecting a large safety shield to protect you but even if you are safe, we are still hurtling spells at each other. Silence, stay still and no magic at all! Got it? Good.' Dad span and climbed up the steps to the stage before engaging with me in a firm hand shake for humour more than sportsmanship.

'You ready Old Man?' I smirked.

'Oh, I always am, do your worst,' Dad laughed.

'PREPARE TO BE CHARLIE-INATED!' I held my hands up and laughed manically.

'Tad dramatic much!' Dad sneered before addressing the first years, 'This is going to be in a battle format so like if you were duelling a dark wizard but with a start countdown,

3-2-1!'

'EXPELLIARMUS'

'PROTEGO! STUPEFY!'

'PROTEGO! INCENDIO CIRLUS!' I cried sending a ball of harmless flame to engulf dad, not very useful but flashy with a large bang I released the flame dumping dad in the floor, he promptly sprang up and sent a water whip at me catching my ankles and causing me to stumble.

'CONJURUS BOGGARTUS!' Dad said loud enough for me to hear but still a mumble catching me unawares. A large black wolf engraved cupboard appeared in front of me, I slammed down my occlumency shields so the Boggart couldn't reach my fears, the large door swung open and out stepped my surprise: my 'worst' fear.

'LUPIN, WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!' an angry Snivellus shouted at me, his nasal voice really coming into his own, Dad stared at me in astonishment before breaking into hysterics, 'DO YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST WALTZ INTO MY CLASS AND GET OUT OF PUNISHMENT THROUGH YOUR PURE AWESOMENESS? Lupin, we've known each other for practically no time at all in Merlin's great scheme of things, but I love you Lupin.' Snivellus got down on one knee and with what could be interpreted as a smile said ,'Charlie James Remus Lupin, will you do me the greatest honour of marrying me?'

'RIDDIKULUS!'

The door swung open once more, drawing the attention of the class, Snivellus and my crying-with-laughter Dad, a long flirtatious leg slinked out, fish net tights showing off its leg, then to my the classes amusement stepped out a very ruffled, ragged Transfiguration professor.

'Lupin, oh wee Charlie-Boy, don't go with Severus, he's not like me, I always loved you. Charlie will you marry-'

Out jumped a disgruntled Dumbledore, his stripy pyjamas unbuttoned, 'But Minnie, what about us? How could you do this to me? Charlie come on, my boy, marry me instead!' Minnie turned on Dumbledore who had his fist raised at Snivellus who was eyeing Minnie appreciatively. In a split second they all leapt on each other creating a ball of dust with the occasional limb flying out. I turned to face Dad, a huge grin on my face at my success but instead of finding an upright man laughing, I saw a red faced rolling ball on the floor a shrieking with mirth.

With one final wave of my wand I banished the Boggart and did a low bow at the hysterical audience,

'Thank you, thank you very much!'

Next period, seventh year transfiguration:

'Ah Mr. Lupin, early I see, please take a seat at the back of the class, hopefully you'll attract less attention there! Oh and by the way, no pranks in class, these students are taking exams at the end of the year that can decide what they do with their lives,' ah Minnie had already heard of my little prank, gossip does travel fast, I wonder how Snape's taking it?, she carried on with her speech ,'though some I doubt will amount to much, don't quote me on that though,' she winked with a small smile. With a casual hair flick and wink, I sauntered to the back of the class and plopped my bag on the desk and fell into the empty chair.

A rather tall, lanky boy with red hair and a prefect badge waltzted into the room, his school satchel laden with books by the looks of things. He had red hair and looked awfully familiar: Percival Weasley.

'Professor McGonagall, there is a FIRST year in the classroom, shall I take him out?' he said with a snobbish air, Minnie took one look at me and then, with a slight tone of amusement, replied

,'No Mr. Weasley, Mr. Lupin is in this class, there will be no need for such behaviour, Mr. Lupin is planning on taking his NEWTs this year,'

Percy gasped in shock horror and then breathed, 'But surely he cannot be that good? He looks barely 10!'

With a lazy smirk I said, 'Oh why Mr. Weasley, you do flatter me! I pride myself on my youthfulness! Wouldn't you agree Minnie?'

'McGongall, Lupin and don't you forget it!' she growled before turning to Percy with a sickly sweet attitude said 'Mr. Weasley, Mr. Lupin has got Os in transfiguration at OWL level and I deem him at the right level, for one thing he has mastered Human Transfiguration I hear?'

McGonagall gave me a look that I knew meant, 'do your worst' and so I did. Who should I become? Minnie, Dumbledore or Snape? I have an audience now, so... I made my features long and pointed with pale, pallid skin, my hair became black and greasy; I made my voice nasal and shot up ten inches, I opened my onyx eyes to give Percy the 'death stare'. I was Professor Snape.

'Mr. Weasley! I cannot believe that such a Gryffindor as yourself would question the awesomeness that is Charlie Lupin, he is by far cooler than you! TEN MILLION POINTS OFF GRYFFINDOR AND DETENTION UNTIL YOU DIE! Minerva, Dumbledore requests that you visit him for dinner tonight,' I drawled and with a sweeping motion turned back to myself.

'What an impressive display Mr. Lupin and thank you for your message, but I am not going out with Professor Dumbledore!' she gave a small smile, well by smile, really the corners of her lips were slightly out of line with the rest of her thin mouth.

Percy just stood there gaping like a fish.

'I am going to do the register, Bones, Lancelot?'

'Here!'

'Drewing, Bloomer?'

'Here Professor,' came a high, tinkling voice.

'Appletree, Piere?' (A/N: prononced 'pear')

'Liverton, Legalost,'

'Here Miss,'

'Kindman, Keziah,'

'Here Ma'am'

'Weasley, Percy?'

'Here Professor McGonagall,'

'And finally, Lupin, Charlie?' she said with a sigh, peering over her gold rimmed glasses to stare at me as I looked around to check that there was in fact no other Charlie Lupin before answering.

'I do believe I'm here Professor,'

'Now class today we are doing a recap of all that you've learnt in Transfiguration, wands out, grab a check list and fill them in once you've done the spell perfectly then times! BEGIN!'

I sat back as everyone else bustled about collecting various pieces of parchment and got out their wands, it was rather comical to watch as some people sat dumbstruck as they tried to work out how to do a transfiguration with nothing to transfigure from. Slowly and with a certain aloofness about me, I sauntered to the front desk, picked up a piece of parchment and sat back down at my desk.

'Year one: match stick into needle'

With a small flick of my wand, I conjured a match stick silently, inspected it so that the rest of the class could see I had in fact got a matchstick, then transfigured it. Percy Weasley stuttered, Liverton just sat there, not entirely sure what to do and Drewing seemed to be dead to the world.

'Ah Mr. Lupin, I had a feeling you may be the first to complete this task! Move on to the next transfiguration if you please,' McGonagall in a curt manner. With a small smile on my face, I moved down the list, baffling people as I went until Weasley cried,

'HE'S CONJURING!' everyone else broke into a hubbub as they set about what seemed to have been an impossible task to everyone but me.

I swished my wand once more to transfigure my desk into a pig and I was done. I flopped back into my chair and sighed, it wasn't hard, just boring, going through even the most basic of transfigurations.

Half an hour later:

'Miss, I'm finished,' I said after watching Weasley sit on the edge of his chair for what seemed like forever trying to make a cat out of a domino, it was rather alarming how bad they were at transfiguration, the only decent one was Keziah. She had sky blue eyes, brown wavy hair and a small rose bud mouth; most of the time during the lesson she seemed to be staring at Lancelot with what verged on lust.

'Ah Mr. Lupin, please now start on the term topic: Battle Transfigurations. Use your books and knowledge to show and describe how you could use transfigurations in battle. Write it in essay format,' Minnie said sternly as she passed me a piece of parchment. I gave a small nod and thanked her before starting to write.

Battle Transfiguration:

Transfiguration can be used in many different ways in battle. For example, conjuring and transfiguring something to take a spell for you / and your team. Transfiguration can take varying amounts of magic and energy; many transfigurations would be better off saved until the absolute end of the battle…'

I let out a sigh at the impending boredom that was already starting to set in.

Half an hour, and a lot of boredom, later:

'Please put your wands and quills down after finishing your sentence and putting your name at the top of your parchment,' McGonagall said curtly from her desk, her eyes giving the class a sharp look from behind her silver-rimmed oval glasses. It was funny how wizards could kill through two words but couldn't yet correct vision effectively or long term. I flicked through my essay and was about to hand it in when I realised that I hadn't put my name at the top! McGonagall sighed in understanding that I was in fact worse than the Original Marauders when it came to following small instructions – according to dad, Daddy Prongs and Padfoot always forgot and eventually bought ready labelled parchment. I grabbed my quill and in my messy scrawl scribbled,

'Messr. Charlie James 'Lupus' Remus Lupin, Marauder of the highest degree'

'Another Marauder? Merlin save us!' McGonagall cried in desperation as she read my work.