The first of September rolled around faster than Harry and Nova expected. 

Despite not having classes till the following morning, Harry was required to attend the opening feast. It was safe to say many were shocked to see Harry Potter the savior of the Wizarding War was working as a professor. Many of the friends Harry made over the years (and D.A. members) were beyond thrilled to have him as a Defense professor. 

Ninety percent of the female population was also thrilled. 

Nova, on the other hand, declined Gwenog's offer to joining the Harpies. She had a much more ambitious team in mind. 

This brings us to September second. Today was Harry's first class and the day Nova tried out for the Puddlemere United Quidditch team; a team of all men. 

Harry was a bit lenient when he first heard what Nova wished to do, more particularly, who the players were on the team. He didn't want Nova to be uncomfortable nor did he want her to be sexualized. 

But Oliver reassured him she'd be alright. He also made note to remind Harry that Nova would gladly de-ball any man that looked down on her. 

Harry also knew Nova would do it anyways. 

"Goodmorning," Harry said as he strolled into a class of first years. 

The moment he turned around every student was staring at him with wide eyes. 

"I'm Professor Potter," He said, not use to using the term 'professor'. "I'll be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts. There will be very few written assignments this term. Any questions?"

Immediately, every single student had a hand in the air. 

Every. Single. One.

This is going to be a long day, Harry told himself before pointing to the first student. 

"Are you really Harry Potter?" The young boy asked eagerly. 

"Well, I sure hope he is," Remus sassed. "I wouldn't want my daughter sleeping in the same bed as an imposter."

"That would be my name," Harry responded, trying to keep the sass from his voice. 

"Did you really defeat You-Know-Who?" another boy asked as Harry pointed to him. 

"Yes, I did," Harry stated. 

"Are you actually dating Nova Lupin-Black?" A small girl asked with a Mexican accent. She had olive skin and her long brown hair was tied into dutch braids. She wore a Hufflepuff uniform. 

"Ye-"

"Are you actually?" another girl asked with wide eyes. 

"I-"

"That's bloody brilliant!" a Slytherin girl exclaimed. "I would do anything for her to even look at me! She's my idol!"

Thus an idea came to Harry's mind for his next lesson with the first years. 

"Did you know she has an addiction to chocolate?" Harry raised his eyebrow. 

"Wicked!"

"Does she actually have a dragon?" A boy asked with excitement. "What kind is it? Is it a girl or a boy? What did she name them?"

"Look! It's a mini Charles!" Regulus exclaimed. 

"Yes, she has a dragon. Nyx, the dragon's name, is a Hebridean Black Dragon. She is a female," Harry informed. "And Nyx's favorite story is Cat in the Hat."

"Wicked!"

"Imagine your class turning into a fan club for your wife!" Alex laughed. 

"They aren't married," Remus stated. 

"Yet," James sang. "They aren't married yet."

Harry's lesson was spent with students asking questions about the war, Harry's life, Nova's life, Harry, and Nova. Harry, of course, answered as many as he can, despite his awkwardness to some. 

Lucky for Harry, his next class was filled with eighth year students, all of which included his friends. 

The moment the class started, Dean teasingly raised his hand. 

"Are you really Harry Potter?" he asked with a grin. 

"No," Harry rolled his eyes sarcastically. "It's Snape."

"I take it the ickle firsties were a pain?" Seamus asked as he sat beside Dean. 

"I spent the whole class answering questions-"

"That's not bad," Hermione countered. 

"About myself, my life, and Nova," Harry grumbled. 

The class consisted of Neville, Hermione, Hannah Abbot, Dean, Seamus, Theo, Blaise, Draco, Ernie McMillon, Micheal Corner, Cormac McLaggen, and Zacharias Smith. The last two listed, Harry loathed greatly. 

"So . . ." Theo smirked. "How many asked if you two were married?"

"12," Harry rolled his eyes. "7 asked when our anniversary was and 8 asked how long we've been together."

Theo, Blaise, and Draco burst into laughter which was soon followed by Dean and Seamus. Soon enough, the rest of the class was laughing. 

"Oi!" Harry called. "I've got to teach something!"

"And what're you gonna teach us?" Smith asked. "A first year spell."

"Seeing as that's all you can master, Smith," Harry sassed. "Yes. Yes, I will."

"BURN, BITCH! BURN!" Remus shouted. 

"He really shouldn't have done that-" Dorcas said, but her voice was cut off by Lily's cheers. 

"ROAST HIS ARSE, HARRY!"

Theo snorted into his hand. 

Hermione, despite shaking her head in disappointment, smirked. 

"Anyways," Harry smirked seeing Smith's face flush red. "This class will basically be a graded D.A. meeting. There will be very few written assignments, don't you whine, Hermione. Anyways, there might be an essay here and an essay there, but that's it. I don't have the time nor the patience to try reading Theo's handwriting."

"Oi!" he objected. "That hurt, Lover Boy!"

With any other class, Harry wouldn't be like this; sassy and laid back. However, seeing as these are his friends (most of them), he's gonna be himself. 

"I don't have anything planned for today's lesson," Harr ignored Theo. "So I guess you can just relax for the time being."

By the time lunch came, Harry planned on staying in his classroom, not wanting to deal with the looks, giggles, and whispers. However, Minnie ruined his plans. Begrudgingly, Harry followed Minerva to the Great Hall. 

As expected, the moment Harry entered, all eyes turned to him, and whispers emerged. 

"Harry, m'boy!" Slughorn greeted happily as Harr took his spot beside him. "How are you?"

"I'm alright, Professor-"

"We're colleagues now. You can call me 'Horace'!" Slughorn laughed and his big belly shook. 

"Er-right."

"How's Nova?" Slughorn questioned as he took a sip from his goblet. "I heard you two moved in together."

"She's alright," Harry answered awkwardly. 

"She should come to visit sometime," Slughorn suggested. "My classes are rather dull."

"So are mine, Horace," Minnie inquired. Despite being Headmistress, Minerva was also teaching her class due to the lack of staff. The elder woman, however, did not seem to mind. 

***

Nova walked onto the Puddlemere Quidditch Pitch with her firebolt in hand. The wind whipped her long caramel braid, which was resting on her shoulder, behind her as she walked. The blue Quidditch practice robes Oliver gave her rested proudly upon her body. Her expression was emotionless. 

"I think you're in the wrong place," one of the boys trying out for the team spoke. 

"I'm in the right place," Nova stated. 

As they waited to try out, everyone was looking at her. Nova simply starred ahead, unbothered.

"Oi!" a taunting voice called. "Go back to the Harpies, girl!"

Nova simply bit her tongue, not saying a word. 

"What's the female doing here?" another voice jeered. 

Once again, Nova ignored them. 

"Why are you teasing her?" a defensive voice came, but it soon turned into a taunt. "She's no real threat!"

The group of immature boys laughed wholeheartedly. 

We'll see who's laughing when I take your spot on the team, arseholes, Nova thought scathingly to herself. 

"Oi!" Sirius called. "My baby girl is about to show your arrogant dicks how to play quidditch! So shut your damn mouths!"

Remus was muttering many insults that are not PG and not in English.

"Fuck off, twats!" Marlene called. 

Soon enough, five people strolled onto the pitch; the keeper (Oliver), a beater, a chaser, and the coach.

"Welcome," A rather large man spoke with a dutch accent. "I'm pleased everyone could make it. However, some of you will not be on the team. Some of you will go home sobbing to your Mommies."

"Don't have one," Nova murmured to herself. 

Oliver, who was the only one that heard, bit his cheek to stop his laughter. 

"We only take the best of the best-" the coach stopped once he saw Nova. "Who are you?"

"Nova Lupin-Black, sir," Nova spoke loudly, making sure everyone heard. Several of the boys that had been taunting her had eyes that grew wider than saucers. "I'm here to try out for the open chaser position."

"Alright. It's just a shock to see a-"

"-a woman hoping to play in a males' league?" Nova raised an eyebrow. The coach nodded. "I thought I'd break gender norms."

"That's kinda hot," Someone whispered. 

A smirk tugged at Nova's lips. "Thanks. My boyfriend seems to think so too."

Nova said this at the same time Lily said, "My son thinks so as well."

"Right. You will call me 'Coach' and nothing but that." 

Nova bit her lip knowing she would not be following that rule. 

"Now. Each of you will complete this course," Coach gestured behind him. 

This was the first time Nova took notice of the cannons and walls that would randomly appear. 

"That's not a course!" Someone objected. "That's a death trap!"

"It's honestly not that hard," Nova rolled her eyes. "I can complete that with my forty-foot dragon."

Coach raised his blonde brow, looking intrigued. However, he continued. 

"Line up!" He called. "Lupin-Black, I want to see you go last."

Nova nodded and went to the back of the line. Once she was out of earshot, the bald coach addressed Oliver Wood. 

"How good is she?"

"Good enough to go to the Hall of Fame," Oliver said with a thick Scottish accent. "I'm pretty sure she'll have broom tricks named after her by the end of the season."

"I heard Jones personally recruited her," the chaser whispered. His dark skin greatly contrasted against Oliver's tan skin. "Did she really spit on You-Know-Who?"

"Yeah," Oliver nodded as his brown hair flapped in the wind. 

"Grod!" Coach shouted. "You're up!"

The first five failed miserably and were told to leave. 

The last four before Nova's turn were brilliant. This made her nervous. 

You're Nova Lupin-Black, She told herself. You face Voldemort. You've made grown men quiver. Don't fuck this up.

"Lupin-Black! Give it a go!"

With a deep breath, Nova soared into the air and shot forward with unmatchable speed. As a cannon came towards her, she dove down with a spin, dodging a rising wall. She stopped abruptly as a wall rose inches away from her face. She flew up and over the wall. 

Another wall came up on Nova's right and she barrel turned to the left. 

When she finished the course two minutes later, Oliver was grinning like a maniac and every mouth hit the floor. 

"Told ya I could do it," Nova grinned. "Now, what's next?"

Two hours later, the remaining eight initiates stood, awaiting who would be making the team. 

"Jaron Wilks will be our new seeker!" Coach shouted even though there was no need to. 

A tall and lanky boy of Asian descent stepped forward, joining the team. 

"Harvard Talon will be joining the team as the new beater!"

A male with pale skin and a dark mop of hair atop his head stepped forward. He was nothing but muscle. Nova wondered if he even had bones. 

Speaking of Nova . . .

Her heart was thundering in her chest. Her palms were sweaty and her skin was turning pale with worry. 

"Nova Lupin-Black will be starring as a chaser!"

"THAT'S MY DAUGHTER YOU FUCKING BITCHES!" Remus yelled. 

"HELL YEAH!" Sirius yelled. "TAKE THAT UMBITCH! YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD STOP HER!"

"HELL YEAH!" Marlene began jumping up and down. "BREAKING DOWN THE DAMN GENDER BOUNDARY!"

"THAT'S MY FUTURE DAUGHTER-IN-LAW!" James shouted. 

"MY NIECE LEFT YOUR BITCH ARSE SON IN THE DAMN DUST!" Regulus shouted as he flipped off a woman as she comforted her crying son. 

"I love how Remus doesn't even like Quidditch-"

"THAT'S MY STEPDAUGHTER!" Tonks shouted. "MERLIN! I NEED TO TELL MOODY!"

Nova's heart leaped out of her chest as she stepped forward. She tried not to show her expression, to keep her face emotionless. But on the inside . . .

She was freaking out. She was excited and thrilled. 

She, Nova Lily Lupin-Black, is the first-ever female to play on an all-male Quidditch team. Not to mention the one known for trying the hardest. 

Another person joined, but Nova didn't hear their name. She was too busy with her own excitement. 

"Congratulations," Coach grinned. "You've made it to the team. Your next practice starts . . ." he looked at his watch. "Now."

***

Harry sat at the dinner table, waiting for Nova. He wondered what was taking forever. He even went as far as to worry. 

To be honest, he grew worried when she wasn't there when he returned as she had promised. 

"Mumma!" Teddy cheered as Nova stroller threw the door in one of Harry's hoodies and sweatpants. 

"'Ello, Teddy Bear," Nova kissed the top of his head. She stopped abruptly. "Did he just call me I think he just called me?"

"I think so . . ." Harry trailed off with his green eyes wide. "Should we correct him-?"

"NO!" Tonks shouted. "Let him call you that."

"What?" Dorcas's head whipped around to face her. 

"I mean they are raising him. He's bound to call them that," Tonks shrugged. "They've earned the title. Besides, you bet your arse Harry and Nova will tell him about me and Remus when he's old enough."

"I agree with Dora," Remus nodded. 

"I think we should just let him be," Nova said. "It'll only confuse him if we correct him. Besides, it's not like he won't know about his parents."

Harry nodded. 

"What took so long?" He frowned. 

Nova grinned and threw a jersey at him. 

"Merry Christmas, darlin," She smirked. "It's signed."

Harry peeled off the navy blue Puddlemere jersey that dropped itself over his head. Confused, he turned the jersey over and saw LUPIN-BLACK written in large bronze letters. Just below that, his girlfriend's beautiful loopy signature decorated area beside the number four. 

"You made it!" Harry exclaimed as he jumped to his feet. 

"You, sir, are looking at the newest, and only female player, on the Puddlemere United Quidditch Team!" Nova grinned. 

Harry wrapped his arms around her before picking her up and spinning. A dopey grin was on his face. 

Teddy cheered and fun his mash potatoes to the ceiling. 

When Harry set Nova down he placed a small peck on her lips. 

Nova grinned. 

"So . . ." Harry smirked. "Do I get the best seats?"

"Harold, you can literally walk in and people will offer you their seat," Nova rolled her eyes. 

"You should've heard my classes today, 'Does Nova really have a dragon?', 'Are you really dating Nova Lupin-Black?', 'What's her favorite color?', 'When's her birthday?', 'How long have you two been dating?', and my personal favorite, 'She's my idol. I'd do anything to have her even look at me!'." Harry mocked. 

"Leave my fans alone, Harold!" Nova laughed. 

"Speaking of your fans," Harry grinned. "How would you feel about joining my class next week?" 

"Depends," Nova said thoughtfully. "Is there chocolate?"

"Of course."

"I'm in."

"Chocolate!" Teddy shouted with a clump of mash potatoes in his now purple hair. 

"That's right, Teddy Bear," Nova grinned. "Chocolate. It's only the best invention on Earth!"

"You're corrupting him," Harry laughed. 

"I'm simply teaching him the way of life," Nova laughed. 

Harry rolled his eyes fondly as they finally sat down to eat dinner. 

"Oh, darlin," Nova began. "I'm sorry but you were my fourth professional signature."

"How could I not be your first?" Harry gasped dramatically. "That's betrayal!"

"Technically Minnie was my first signature, but don't tell Oli. He thinks he was my first signature, but Minnie had me sign a jersey for her the moment I heard I was on the team. Then it was Oli." Nova explained. "Then Ron to tell him the Chuddley Cannons were losing this year."

Nova pulled out three more navy blue Puddlemere jerseys.

"This is Teddy's," Nova held up one that was Teddy's size. "This is Timmy's." She held up the largest one. "And this is Minnie's. I haven't given it to her yet. I personalized the message."

Nova held up the navy blue jersey with her name and player number on the back. However, instead of just her name, it read:

I did it, Minnie! I actually made it!

-Nova 

"I guess I can give it to her when I go with you to class next week," Nova stated. 

"NOX!" A voice yelled from the living room. "WHERE THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU?"

"COME ON, LION!" another voice yelled. "WE NEED TO ASK YOU A QUESTION!"

"SHUT UP, FRED!" Ron's voice came. "MY QUESTION IS MORE IMPORTANT!"

"Shut up, Ronald!" Teddy mocked Hermione's voice with scary accuracy. 

Fred Weasley, George Weasley, and Ron Weasley were now sitting at the dinner table. 

"Sure! Join us!" Harry said sarcastically. 

"Thanks, Potter," George grinned. 

"Now move over," Fred pushed his chair to the right. Fred scooted his chair in Harry's place so he was directly across from Nova. 

"Are you really playing for Puddlemore?" Ron demanded. 

"Yes, Ron," Nova confirmed. 

"Wicked!" Ron grinned. "I might need to support a new team . . .my sister is going to stomp the Cannons before they can blink."

Ron began to devour the chicken he found. 

"We have an idea," George began. 

"We've been planning it for a while-"

"But now is the perfect chance-"

"We need your consent." 

"Okay . . .?" Nova took a bite of her chicken. 

"We want-"

"-to make-"

"-Nova Lupin-Black-"

"-action figures!"

"You'll be a new Quidditch sensation by the time we have them in stock," George explained. 

"Not to mention you've inspired witches and wizards, particularly the younger lot, around the globe," Fred stated. 

"Now we can have action figure Nova wearing Puddlemere Quidditch robes that switch to your leather jacket apparel," George stole Harry's plate of food before taking a bite. "We were going to have it sprouting swear words-"

"-but it won't be very kid-friendly." Fred took Harry's treacle tart. "Then we decided to make it transform into our animagus form." Fred took a bite of the food and continued. "But the switching apparel is much easier. Besides, this way you can stay as an unregistered animagus."

"It'll be brilliant!"

Both twins took another bite of food. 

"Besides, when you two have offspring," George sent Harry a wink. 

"It'll be the perfect baby shower gift!" Fred grinned. 

"Let me get this straight," Nova began. "You want to use my fame or whatever the hell people call it to make big money."

"Half the money would go to you, of course," Fred stated as if it were obvious.

"Do it! Do it! Do it!" Marlene, Regulus, Sirius, and James chanted. 

"I'll think about it," Nova nodded. "But if you fuck up my glorious hair, you'll be sorry."

"Sounds like a yes to me, Gred!"

"Sure does, Forge!"

"Nice seeing you, Potters!" 

And the Weasley Twins were gone. 

"He. Ate. My. Treacle. Tart." Harry said lowly.

"Awe," Nova pouted. "You poor baby."

"Punk arse bitch!" Teddy said excitedly. 

Harry and Nova's eyes went wide as they met each other's. 

"That's all your doing," Harry pointed a finger at Nova. 

Nova rolled her eyes as she took another bite of chicken.