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Toffee Pt. 3: Professor

You were walking the platform, having agreed to watch the students, specifically the first years get on the train. You were talking to a familiar face when you saw a ginger-haired and a dark-haired pair of boys, you did a double take.

"Ronald Weasley!" you said, smiling.

"Professor! How're you? You get to teach Fred and George, good luck."

"Aw, those two are my favorites! I am excited to see you around, Ronnie. If you and your..." you looked at the boy that was beside him and a million memories flashed into your mind. Her laugh, his laugh, his hair he combed with a little too much gel, her eyes that glowed hot with hope, her smile, his smile. You smiled, "Your friend ever need anything, do not hesitate to ask!"

Two ginger suck up behind you and screamed making you, turn around and swat at them. "Oh, you two! Always causing issues, aren't ya?"

"C'mon Professor Show Harry the bird!" Fred said.

"Unless you've gotten rusty, that is! You're what 3-" George stop when he saw you pull out your wand and a coin, "George if you know what's best for you, you will not finish that sentence." You threw the coin into the air and smiled as you swished your wand, turning the coin into a bluebird that fluttered up to the light to roost. You looked at Ron and Harry.

"You will learn a lot of magic at Hogwarts. You should have fun but," you thought about all the trouble James got into, "try not to get in trouble, dearies."

And one of the first things they did was get in trouble. Alerted by your students looking out the window, you watched from your tower in bewilderment as Harry seemed to be taunted by a blonde boy. Along with your students that were now crowded beside the windows, you watched as the blonde threw a ball of some sort and he flew and caught it with skill no first-year-first lesson should have taught. You would have a talk with him later but as he landed, Professor McGonagall walked out and took him off. You knew Gryffindor was searching for a new seeker and you grinned as you thought about him on the quidditch pitch.

You silenced your students before returning to face the blackboard, "Alright alright, shows over! Back to your seats, you have an ess- George, put that can opener down."

"You got eyes in the back of your head Professor."

Eventually, your class was over and you were walking to the Great Hall, book in hand. You stopped when you came to a certain window: It was where you and Remus would meet and sneak up to the astronomy tower. You smiled as you thought of your husband but scowled, he should be here teaching instead of doing hard labor that made his hands calloused and cracked.

You would return to him over the holidays as it was your rotation turn to go home. All the teachers had agreed to draw lots years ago that were marked with numbers between one and three and whichever you drew, that was your group. Having drawn a two, you had to stay last year but you would return to your quaint little house for Christmas. It was very early to be thinking about it but you grew excited. You were so caught up in thought until you heard your voice, you jumped and looked to see a short-haired girl in a Gryffindor robe.

"Apologies, Do you need something?"

"I have a few questions about your class and what it includes."

You were confused since the girl had to have been a first year, "Oh I don't think you ne-"

"I know a lot about muggles, being muggle-born, will that make it to where I can't take your class?"

"Oh, no, it won't. "

"Okay! Thank you, Professor. I'm Hermione Granger." She extended her hand and you reached for it. Something about her reminded you of yourself.

"Don't worry about my class, Miss Granger. It's two years away. You need to focus on the ones you have and enjoy your first year."

"I will! I will, Professor Lupin, I will."

You and the girl walked to the Great Hall, talking about her classes and how you'd be willing to tutor her during your free period, which she gladly accepted. You saw her to the Gryffindor table before smiling and waving bye to her as she sat down and you walked to take your seat at your table.

"Oh my god, Professor Lupin is just amazing! She offered to tutor me!" she shook with excitement. Harry looked at Ron.

"Isn't she the one we saw at the platform?"

"Yea. She is a family friend"

"You know her?!" Hermione asked Ron.

"Yeah, She always gives Mum Christmas cards and cookies."

The Twins nosed into the conversation, "Yeah, Ron used to have a crush on her." Fred said, queuing George to speak as well, "You cried for days when Mum broke it to you you couldn't date her"

"I was like four, I didn't know any better!" Ron justified.

You giggled and shook your head as you overheard the conversation, you sipped from your cup before turning to Severus, "So... I heard you fussed at Harry."

He looked up from his food with an irritated expression, "He's just like his father."

"Have you even talked to him?"

"No. You haven't either."

You rolled your eyes at him, "Hating him won't hurt James." you scoffed.

He just stared at his cup, you sighed, it was hard for him especially since you, him, and Albus had agreed not to talk about it with Harry and not seek out conversations about his parents and what you knew about them. You both thought it was a great disservice but agreed. Your job, with all students not just Harry was to keep them safe. But Harry seemed to have trouble following him.

You held your hands tightly together as you watched the Slytherin versus Gryffindor Quidditch match. It was the first match of the season and Harry's first-ever match. And it was not looking good for Gryffindor, they had lost their Keeper, Oliver Wood, and two of their chasers. You didn't like preferring one house over the other but you were loyal to Hufflepuff first and Gryffindor second so you were cheering them on and wearing Remus's Gryffindor scar from your school days that he had sent when you wrote to him about it in advance.

Suddenly, Harry's broom seemed to be acting weird, you looked at the people beside you, and questions of how and why were floating about. You pulled out your wand, subconsciously readying yourself to cast a spell to grab him before he hit the ground but you smelled burning from a few rows down, you saw that Snape's cloak had lit ablaze and he was stomping it out. It distracted the people in your stand from the fact Harry was now on his broom chasing the Golden Snitch. You watched as he dipped to fly just above the ground and crashed. You let out a yelp and an Aw. Harry stood up, dirty and looking as if he was going to hurl but instead of his breakfast, it was a golden sphere. Cheers erupted from everyone. Except for the Slytherins.

You were sipping your drink when Qurriel ran in, screaming about a troll, in the dungeon until he reached the end of the house tables and fainted. You stood up and grabbed your wand but Dumbledore erupted with a 'Silence'. He ordered the houses to go back to their common rooms. You hurried to the Hufflepuss tables to count heads with the Prefect and Professor Sprout. You walked with them until you noticed a pair of boys running off to the girl's bathroom. You alerted Sprout and went to get your fellow Professors.

You were packing up your personal items when you heard a knock on your door, "Come in!" you chimed, your voice rich with excitement. You had received a letter from Remus and you missed him terribly. In stepped your favorite not-yet-student, she seemed as if she too would be returning home from the holidays judging by the bag she was were and trunk you could see just outside the door.

"Professor, can I ask you a question?"

She was a very curious girl so she was going to ask whether you said yes or no, "Of course, what is it?"

"Say... Hypothetically, if someone got caught in the restricted section, how much trouble would they be in?"

You were surprised, "Well, Most of the time it is detention for two days but every case is different. Things such as who caught them, their reason for being there, and whether or not they broke curfew often increase or decrease the punishment. A lot of things need to be taken into account." you swished your wand, locking a few cupboards. You looked at her and saw an odd expression on her face.

"What is it, Miss Granger? Were you expecting me to go authoritarian on you and tell you that you will be strung up near the Whoomping Willow?"

"Sort of."

You laughed, "Oh dear, I did all sorts of things and I have a personal rule that I will not greatly punish a student for something I did unless they are doing it to purposefully cause harm to themselves or another student. What do you need from the Restricted section?"

"It isn't for me, well it kind of is but it's for Harry Potter." She said, "I won't have time to read it before time to leave."

You sighed, "That is a problem. I am also leaving for the holidays, you know, got to get home to the family."

"Do you have kids?" she asked, looking at the picture of you and Remus on your desk. It was taken when you were at Hogwarts during your graduation. You and him were hugging and laughing because minutes before

"No, No I don't."

"Is he your husband?"

"Yes, he is."

"Why don't you wear a ring?"

"I have a deep fear of losing it. It was his grandmother's ring and it is a size too big for me." you pulled the necklace from under your robe. You pulled it from your neck and handed it to her.

She gently held it and looked at it before returning it to you, you put it back on and reached for your tote bag. "Well, I must be off. Have a Happy Christmas, Hermione."

"You too, Professor."

You had a gift to deliver to a special someone.

You stomped your feet off on the outside mat before knocking on the door. Your face was hurting from how hard you were smiling, you were happy to be home and happy to see Remus. You heard the door unclick and it opened to reveal your man: Remus John Lupin. You practically tackled him, squeezing as if you let go he'd slip away. You pulled back to grab your suitcase and shut the door.

"Where are the cookies?" you asked, smelling gingerbread in the air. You looked at him and noticed a weak smile instead of his iconic 'missed you' one. That meant one thing. He seemed to be in slight pain as well. You sat your suitcase down and put your hand on his forehead.

'I am fine. They're in the oven." he said, trying to perk up. You shook your head.

"Please go sit down at least."

"But-"

"No buts. I will finish up the cookies and I will make us dinner." You took off your coat and slipped on your house slippers that stayed by the door. He reluctantly hobbled to the couch and sat down, feeling more tired than he thought he was. He felt so guilty for being this way and depriving you of a normal holiday season. Luckily, it was almost over and he'd be all better by Christmas Eve.

He sighed gently as he looked around the living room: It was painted by both of you, you had put up pictures and he'd organized the several bookshelves. You both had disagreed about the furniture layout at the start but you had eventually agreed on two comfy armchairs on either side of the fireplace and a three-person sofa further away, separated by a coffee table. He loved it because it was shared between him and you. Almost twelve years of memories, love, and happiness were in this house.

He stood up and went to the kitchen to see you mixing up the icing and coloring it. He just watched for a minute until you notice him. "Rem, I thought you were going to take a rest?"

he smiled as he walked to the plate of undecorated cookies that were cooling, "I would but fresh out of the oven gingerbread calls me." he said picking one up and blowing on it before he took a bite. You rolled your eyes.

"We could take a small break while they cool. I really need to unpack, wash my clothes, clean up and fix this disaster," you said, pointing to your hair. He fanned his mouth as he went to the fridge and grabbed the milk, "You better n-" he popped off the cap and took a swig. You have him a look that made him and he flashed his smile, making you huff but grin.

You and he walked through the kitchen and the living room, grabbed your suitcase, and went up the stairs to your bedroom. When you got to the bedroom, you sighed happily. It was your favorite place in the house. It was a very personal place and it was a safe place, you and he decorated every room but you took extra care with it. Remus was skilled at woodworking and made the bed frame, chest of drawers, and wardrobe. He was so good at it that he sold pieces that the house didn't need. You walked to the end and flopped down face first on the quilt your mother and you had made. You were so happy to be home.

"So," Remus sat down beside you, "I think you should get changed into pajamas and take that nap with me. Dinner time is a social construct, we could eat at eleven at night."

You lifted your head off the bed, "I would love that but-"

"Nope, we are going to talk about your day, get cozy and take a nice long nap."

You rolled over on your back, looking up at the ceiling. "Fine. Pajamas, here I come."

"I washed a pair fresh. They are up in the wardrobe on the right side."

You smiled, he and you had grown accustomed to both of your quirks. He had to sleep near the door, he couldn't stand the smell or taste of uncooked tomatoes and had to cut his own hair because no one else could do it right. You had to have matching dishes, had to wear your earrings so you could fiddle with them, and couldn't stand cold floors so every room had a rug of sorts.

You opened your wardrobe and pulled your yellow chemise-style sleep dress out and went behind the folding partition to change. Remus, having been home from work for a few hours, had already changed into his sleep clothes and house robe. He simply untied the robe and hung it on the back of the door and slipped off his slippers. He returned to the bed and folded back the covers before getting under them. You were changed at this point and were making your way to the bed, he folded back the covers for you and you slipped under them, exhaustion filling you. You had been up for hours since you were too excited to sleep, the long train ride didn't help and it was always comforting when you laid on your own bed, in your own house with something better than a pillow to snuggle up with. Speaking of that, Remus had looped an arm around you and pulled you closer.

"How have you been? Despite what your letters said, I know it's stressful."

You sighed, "It's very stressful but I love it. I love the students and my fellow staff though some of the students drive me up the wall. I had to save Draco from a pit, Harry nearly died during a quidditch match, Ron falls asleep in the halls, Hermione is going to go grey by the time she's sixteen, and my poor boy Neville is terrified of his own shadow."

He laughed, "Sounds like a fun group. Picked a favorite?"

"I don't pick favorites."

"It's Hermione, isn't it."

"Don't tell a soul but yes. She reminds me of myself at her age."

"Oh dear lord, she must be insufferable."

"Aw, shush! You decided to marry me so I couldn't have been that annoying and she is a very nice kid!" you swatted at him, making him laugh again. A comforting silence fell over the two of you. You missed him so much that just being around him seemed to ease the stress and make you feel as if nothing in the world could ever be going awry. You missed when it was like this and you wished it could stay like this forever.

You were calmly sitting in the infirmary, gently whispering a story to Harry. You got intense flashbacks to you rocking him and re-telling him Rumplesteelskin. You smiled to yourself as you also thought about James and Lily. You brushed some hair out of the boy's eyes to keep him asleep a while longer.

"You should not do this to yourself." you heard a voice say. You raised and straightened up.

"Albus, You know that I have to. He will need those memories to know he was loved. They are precious and I have so much to tell him." You looked at him, "I was lucky enough to have known them and now, I have been trusted with the ones he'll need and I will protect him from the ones he won't."

The old man's eyes grew soft behind the half-crescent moon spectacles. "I understand but it is important that Harry, the best he can, has a normal life."

You laughed sarcastically, "We are wizards and he is strange even for one of us. Normal isn't in the cards."

He grinned, "Let us walk. He needs rest." He turned and you stood and strode to him, turning to make sure the boy was still asleep. You closed the door gently.

"You miss them, dear friend. I know. You feel an obligation to be just as friendly with Harry as you were with them." He said.

"Obligation? No, not really. I see it as a courtesy. I, in a way, feel as if I stole their time together." you said, looking sadly at the ground.

"No. You gave them more with what you did."

"Tell us where you bitch!" one of them called out, blasting you with another painful beam. You cried out in pain. It was the third time and you felt as if you were going to break your bones from how violently you were thriving about like a trapped snake.

"I- No! Nev-" The spell hit you again and you let out another ear-piercing scream.

"I don't like to think of that." you said, feeling a certain word they cut into you and let scar down your back. 'Mudblood.'

You were sitting in your chair, to the left of Severus when Dumbledore stood to announce the winner of the House Cup. You smiled as you looked to the Slytherin table; while you hadn't been a Slytherin, you loved some of the students in the house, and your work best friend and actual friend, Severus was the Head of Slytherin. Of course, you weren't expecting Dumbledore to begin awarding last-minute house points. You couldn't help but laugh, which you covered politely with your cloth napkin when Gryffindor stole it right from under them.

"Professor?"

"Yes, Miss Granger?" You said, walking with the class to the train with Hagrid as he had a habit of trailing after lost pets and not watching students.

"Do you think I could take your class next year? I heard you can make special recommendations."

You laughed a little bit, "Not two hours since your first year ended and you are already thinking about your next one."

"Well, I miss it already."

You smiled, "I know. I call it First-Year Syndrome. Had it myself. "

Harry looked at you, "What were you like as a first year, Professor?"

You sighed, pleasant memories coming back. "I was a very studious girl but I had my fair share of mischievous irks. I also was a sucker for a bribe, which I would not recommend you all be."

You looked at the three children and you seemed to get a premonition about them. You knew you'd see them again, yes but you knew they'd been seen together a lot. Harry is brave, and caring but has a thirst to know who he is and be who he wants, not caring about anything else. He reminded you of Sirius. Ron, although he could be stirred onto a different path, he was always here. He reminded you of Peter. So did his rat, kind of. You watched them get on the train and watched as it pulled out of the station, leaving you and Hagrid.

"You know what?"

"Whot?"

You felt as if James and Lily surrounded you and waved goodbyes well.

"I am getting a slight feeling of deja vu."

"I personally think it's a stupid idea," you said at the staff meeting.

"No one said it was ours nor that we get a say. It's what we, as a school, have been asked to do." Dumbledore said.

"I am with Professor Lupin. Why should we be expected to implore the aid of those creatures? If we need more help, Albus, we should do some more measures to protect them, yes but those things have a mind of their own. We could increase night duties, and protective spells and strictly enforce the curfew and maybe a buddy system!" Professor McGonagall said.

"I know. I really do have my hands tied. I rather not have them here but I fear what would happen if they aren't. We must return to our classes, students will arriving soon. We will talk about this next free period." He said. With a mixed grumble of approval and disapproval, they walked out, leaving you.

"Albus." you said, walking to his desk, "You know-"

"Professor Lupin. I can't do anything more."

You frowned "You know he's innocent! Why have you not said anything!" you said.

"Because of reasons."

You huffed, "An innocent man spent years in a literal hell for your reasons!"

He just looked at you, the look that let you know you weren't going to get anywhere with him.

"Professor Lupin, let's change the subject." he said with a smile, "How do you feel about having another Professor Lupin teaching here?"

You sighed, "We'll talk about Sirius later and I am," you paused, smile growing, "Rather excited."

You were in the Great Hall, watching the Sorting Ceremony. You glanced at your husband, who was fiddling with his shirt. He knew DUmbledore was going to make him stand. You gently touched his thigh, making him look at you. You gave a comforting smile and a thumbs-up under the table. He gave a scribbled smile as the last name was called.

Dumbledore told the students of what you and several other teachers were despising, The Dementor Division. They would be guarding the grounds of the castle but would not interfere with activities or lessons. You clenched your jaw, 'Of course, they won't...until it suits them."

He then introduced your lover, He awkwardly stood up and leaned a little bit. He hated being pointed out to a huge crowd. You clapped as he sat back down. Finally, dinner had begun, your eyes caught that of your favorite set of Twins, they did a kissy face at you and you raised your eyebrow at them. You then saw Hermione who was looking at you, then to her friends. You smiled to yourself as you raised up your cup. Remus leaned to whisper something to you, making you laugh.

"Aww! They're so cute!" Hermione said.

"Do you think he's a good teacher?" Harry asked, ladling out some of the soup.

"I think he will be. Apparently, he was up for Head Boy when he was here." Hermione said.

"He's been here less than an hour and you already know everything about him!" Ron said, eating a chicken leg.

"She told me about him. They really love each other from what she told me."

Fred decided to join the conversation, "The Lupins are very sweet, even on their own so it makes sense that they would be perfect for each other. Though, Remus is a lot more reserved than his lovely wife."

"It's gonna get confusing calling them both Professor Lupin, innit?" George said.

Nevile, who was overhearing this, chimed in agreement "What if you mean on Lupin but you mean the other?"

Harry shrugged his shoulders, "I guess we're going to have to use their first names too. Professor Remus Lupin. She gets plain 'Professor Lupin' privilege because she was first."

You were cutting a piece of cake from the black forest cherry one that had appeared, you handed it to Remus. He thanked you as he raised his fork to it and cut a piece off of his slice and held it up to you, you ate it and smiled.

"We will need to thank the House Elves later. All of it was lovely," you said, watching the student's dishes slowly disappear as they finished.

You and Remus finished your cake and stood up, he held out his arm for you to take. You did so and you two walked out the side door and out to the small foot path that took you around to the courtyard. You softly sighed as you both walked.

"Did you miss this place?" you asked.

"I did. I am happy you talked me into this."

"I told you my ideas are always good."

He rolled his eyes lightly. "Not always. But most of the time."

You laughed and he just looked at you, your sweet smile and lovely laugh. He looked into your eyes as the two of you walked. Enjoying each other. You looked up at the moon, it was Waning.

You and Remus had agreed to walk with a group of students to Hogsmeade. Remus had recovered from a full moon and finally felt like going out places. His chocolate stash was running low and you were going to get ingredients to make toffee.

"Draco!" You yelled, "Leave that boy alone!"

He was bothering Neville. You sighed as you walked to the boy, Remus following you.

"Thanks Professor."

"No problem, Where are your friends?"

The nervous boy rambled on about Honeydukes and how everyone always hung out in there instead of going to other places as he walked back to it.

You watched him go before looking at Remus, "Well, a little someone told me about the Boggart incident."

"Harry-"

"No, Neville. What you did was sweet."

"What did I do?" He said, grinning.

"You know."

"He is a good student and I was merely showing him that."

You looked at Remus, a gentle snow falling around him. "You are so sweet."

"You would've done the same."

You and he talked a little more until you stopped and pointed at the ground, mysterious footprints were appearing in the snow. You were about to run to the footprints when Remus grabbed your shoulder and pointed to two familiar students: Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. You stilled as you watched them try to follow the cause of the footprints. You looked at him, "You don't think that he has the," your voice lowered to a whisper, "the cloak?"

"It's the only thing I can think of that would allow him to do that." he said, watching the door attentively.

"Out of all the bloody possible heirlooms." you groaned lightly.

Remus looked at you, "Well, I guess we wait out like how they are. What on earth could he want from in there?"

"Your guess is just as good as mine."

You both waited for about fifteen minutes, talking with each other about all the things you both got up to during your days with the cloak. You stood up when you saw Ron and Hermione stand and follow what Remus guessed were the footprints. You followed the group until Remus tapped your shoulder and pointed to the path you guys used to take to sneak to Hogsmeade. You both ran up the path and by the time you got to the edge of the treeline on the other side, harry had taken off the cloak and was talking to Ron and Hermione.

"He was their friend!" the boy yelled out. You looked at Remus and saw on his face that he knew exactly who the boy was talking about. Sirius.

You were brushing your hair as Remus paced the room. His thoughts were radiating out and you could almost feel anger, confusion, and a drip of helplessness. You turned away from the mirror. "Remus. You're going to make holes in the rug." You stood up and walked to where the man had now stilled.

"I am sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry about."

"It's unfair. How are we expected to just sit around and listen to all the rumors about our friend! He wouldn't take it if it was one of us." he grabbed his cardigan and walked to the door.

"Remus? What are you doing?"

"I am going to tell Dumbledore exactly what needs to be done."

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