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Harry Potter sat in his Veterinary course for his Magizoology Mastery. The idea of a Muggle/Magical University had been one of his mother's, as she had been teaching at Oxford, and found several Masters willing to teach multiple students. It wasn't very difficult after that to find others who could teach the other parts of each Mastery that didn't specifically require a Master to learn from. Over the years, the number of students that had both muggle and magical knowledge with certain Masteries had become a very popular option for those that were post Hogwarts ages. It also allowed siblings who were from Muggleborn families to still attend school together. Harry was very proud of his mother for her groundbreaking ideas.

Magizoology had just been one of the Masteries that required both Muggle and Magical studies, Potions had become the second with the use of Potions from the Magical world and Chemistry from the Muggles. Healing came next, as the ideas of being able to use the medical technology from the Muggle world made a noticeable difference and had caused great strides in discoveries for Healing. There were extra classes for Politics, Heirships, and Economics for those who wanted to invest in both the Magical and Muggle world.

The great thing about all of this, was it meant that Squibs were included as well; and there were a healthy mix of Magicals and Squibs in certain classes-basically any class that didn't require a wand. Currently, he was in his Magical Veterinary class and was sitting next to his best friend George Weasley. Harry had discovered from George that due to the sheer number of siblings he had, the Weasley's had opted to homeschool all but the two eldest to save some money.

The low hum of voices quieted down as the Professor stood behind his desk to call everyone's attention to himself.

"We are going to do a group project this semester," Professor Lupin said from the frount of the classroom. "You are going to be given a creature or animal, symptoms to a disease or problems, and what the presumed diagnosis is.  Not prognosis, the diagnosis. You and your groupmates will have to prove whether the given diagnosis is correct or incorrect. If it is incorrect, you must give the correct diagnosis, how you discovered it, and why the original diagnosis was incorrect."

"Professor," came a voice from the middle of the room, "will you be assigning the groups, or will we get to choose?"

"If you had given me a moment, Mr. Malfoy," Lupin said with an exasperated sigh, "you would have known that I have the groups assigned." Draco Malfoy shrunk in his seat a bit, as the room was full of chuckles. "As I call out your groups, I want you to sit together. I am allowing you to begin your projects today but be warned, this is the only class I am allowing it in. After this, it will all be outside work." Groans were heard throughout the room.

"First up: Hermione Granger, Alexandria Rothschild, Matthew Crawley.

"Next: Jacob Payne, Darius LeStrange, Lavender Brown.

"Third: Harry Potter, George Weasley, Draco Malfoy."

Harry and George smiled at each other, while Draco had shot a look across the room before moving to the other two with a smile.

"Hey, Mate," he said to Harry, who tried to hide a blush. He turned to George and held out his hand. "Draco."

"George," he replied. "Nice to meet you."

"Pansy Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass, Lilian Edwards," they heard Lupin call out. They had missed hearing some of the groups, but Draco gave a low whistle at that.

"That group is going to level the campus," he muttered. Harry and George looked at him. "Pansy and Daphne had a huge falling out recently. The two of them together? That's like setting a bomb off. Volatile, I tell you." George snorted a bit as Lupin called out the final group.

"That leaves Luna Lovegood, Blaise Zabini, and Jennifer Roberts." The only guy of the group turned to look at Draco with a shrug before sitting closer to the two girls. "Now, here are your assignments. This will be due at the end of term; you have three months! There should be zero reasons why you don't have it done, short of actually dying." Lupin waved his wand and a stack of parchment on his desk dispersed, flying out to each group. Some of the girls in groups squealed in excitement at their projects, others groaned. Draco was one that groaned.

"Niffler? Why couldn't we have gotten a dragon? They're so cool." George snorted.

"I'd prefer the Niffler," he said. At Draco's incredulous look, he continued. "My brother Charlie is a Dragon Handler in Romania. He actually got an internship there almost immediately after he graduated from here. But the stories he tells? I would rather deal with a sneaky Niffler than a crabby Mama Dragon any day. Especially one that is sick and brooding a clutch at the same time." Draco paled a bit, before swallowing.

"I think I'm good with the Niffler," he squeaked out. Harry chuckled a bit, patting Draco on the shoulder.

"Not everyone with Magizoology Masteries can always be brave enough to face a Dragon," he said with a smile. "So, what are the ailments?" He pulled the parchment closer to himself. "Lethargic, not eating or 'Niffling'? It that even a word?"

"Yes, Mr. Potter, that is the term used for when a Niffler steals shiny things," came Lupin's voice from the frount of the room, causing everyone to chuckle; every now and then they forgot that the man was a Werewolf but, when he would reply to something said quietly, they all remembered the excellent hearing he had. Especially when the full moon was near. Harry snickered.

"Thank you, Uncle Moony." Lupin shot him a look, causing more laughter in the room. It wasn't a well-kept secret that Professor Lupin was one of Harry's Godfathers. There was a reason that he was in charge of Creature Studies for the Magizoology Mastery. Hermione Granger (who had clearly taken charge of her group much to the dismay of her partners, by the looks on their faces) sat up straighter from where she sat, not far from his desk, opening her mouth in what was (hopefully) not, yet another, rant about the unfairness of the relation between the two.

"Professor Lupin," she said in a prim and proper "I know better than you tone" that caused the whole of Hogwarts graduates in the class to groan. She shot them all a glare before turning back to him. "How are we supposed to 'cure' something that is clearly fatal?! You gave us a Werewolf who has been so obviously stabbed by a silver dagger! Surely you, as a Werewolf, should know that is an incurable thing!" Everyone stopped breathing entirely, eyes darting between the two.

"Oh, not again," Harry muttered under his breath. Draco shook his head, but George looked between the two in confusion. "She did this in DADA at Hogwarts too." Draco snorted and shot him a look. "Okay, she did it in every class. She was really bad in DADA though, especially during creature study."

"Sitting through Care with Hagrid wasn't much better either. She would try so hard to brow beat him," Draco reminded him, to which Harry gave a slight nod in concession as he had tried to forget about that fact.

"Miss Granger, I'm not going to go over this with you again," Remus said with a slightly exasperated tone. "You have your directions, and pointing out that-as you put-I should 'know better' is not going to do any favours for you in the future. Now, discuss with-not at-your groupmates the diagnosis and make a plan of action. Do not try to undertake this project alone or I will fail you and tell your groupmates to become a duo and grade them on their work."

The whole class seemed to be holding their breath, especially those that had already been to school with her once. Harry knew that Professor McGonagall had told Remus what Granger was like to warn him; as it was, she was attempting to complete multiple Masteries as quick as possible. Rumor had it that she had even applied for a Time-Turner with the Ministry and been denied. The best part of the rumor was the fact that it was the second denial she had received, the first one being when they were in third year. Granger glared at Remus but turned back to her partners; causing everyone to let out an audible breath.

"Merlin, she really is insufferable, isn't she? She's in my Anatomy class on the Muggle side of campus," George stated. "I didn't really think she was really that bad! She didn't seem like it in the other one."

"It's because her mother teaches that one," Harry muttered. "Of course, she'll be the perfect student in that class."

"Less gossiping, Messers," Remus called out, still marking up papers from one of his other classes, without looking up. The three boys snickered before turning back to the parchment they had.

"So, the presumed diagnosis is that it's pregnant?" Harry finished with a question in his voice. "That's not right. It's not eating, so it can't be pregnant." The boys dived into Fantastic Beasts to start their research, as they all agreed that the diagnosis was incorrect.

A little while later, Remus stood up and called out, "Alright, I will see you in three days! Remember; today was the only class time with this project. Compare your schedules and figure out times to do your research. When you present your findings in class, I want it to be clear that everyone did their part in the research." The last part he said with a look directed at Granger, specifically, who just glared at the Professor before stomping from the room.

"Blimey," George said as the three were walking past Remus' desk, "what is she, twelve? She must really have a wand jammed up her-"

"Thank you, Mr. Weasley," Remus said with a pointed look at the red head who just smiled back unabashedly. Remus rolled his eyes and looked at the three. "Please don't make me regret this, Harry." Harry just smiled at his Godfather, causing the man to groan. "Go. Get out!" Harry laughed and called out his goodbye as the three left the classroom.

"You guys doing anything right now?" Draco asked once they were clear of the door. "If not, we could always get a jump on our project." Harry blushed, looking down, and mumbling something about being free.

"Nah, mate, I don't have class again until five," George said, giving Harry a funny look. "Do we want to go to the Mess Hall and eat lunch while we discuss?" The other two nodded, before they headed to get food. George continued to study the two boys as they talked; Harry seemed extremely shy which George thought odd. Harry wasn't the shy type. Draco was babbling about something along the lines of contacting one of the Scamander's for help, but then quickly nixed the idea due to-apparently-the fact there was a marriage contract in place between the younger, Rolf, and their classmate Luna Lovegood, who had been the year below them at Hogwarts.

George shook his head watching the two; Harry had a crush on Draco. He was willing to bet that either Remus didn't know, or he was just as oblivious as his godson. Hmmmm, interesting, George thought, taking a couple extra steps to catch up to the two of them.