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Teddy Lupin and the Hunter's Moon, Chapter 25: Confession, pt. 3 - The Phantom Librarian
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Teddy Lupin and the Hunter's Moon, Chapter 25: Confession, pt. 3
Okay, this is it. I'm starting early so I can go out and celebrate finishing. Here's hoping I finish, then, eh? ;p

Teddy's finished with Greyback, anyway--burned him going back through the Floo without Floo powder, and in the process, started the destruction of the Shrieking Shack. Teddy finishes that destruction magically, in a rage at the phantoms of the happy family life he would have had there, then sinks into a depression, partly in guilt over killing Greyback, partly over his destruction of his parents' home. He talks to them in the afterlife in his dreams of Tirza's island, and they calm him, maybe too much, as he'd prefer being there than where he is. They send him off as safely as they can, and Ruthless and Victoire lead his friends in dragging him back into everyday life, but as he goes away, he realizes he can see thestrals now, and isn't exactly thrilled at the sight of them.

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Granny took him home from King's Cross. She was aggressively cheerful in the car, enough so that Teddy knew he must still look bad. She'd decided to go to part time hours on a permanent basis--"I'm certainly old enough to enjoy some time off"--and was planning to spend the summer getting started on another history book. "I could wait until autumn term, if you like, but as I'm looking at the wizarding communities as they spread through the Empire, I thought it could give us some nice holidays, all on my publisher." She winked. "Ellsworth has a place in the States, not far from Salem--"

"Ellsworth?"

"Ellsworth Wintringham? His son Herman plays the lute for the Sisters? We met him at Weird World this Christmas, remember?" She gave him a strange, guarded look.

Teddy blinked. "You're... er... are you... going out with him?"

"We've had a few dinners together, for which I dressed nicely and intend to keep doing so, but mainly, we've got to be friends. It's nice to have a new friend somewhere near my own age. And he admires the Beatles! I think Ted wouldn't mind me being friends with a man who knows all the words to 'Hey, Jude.'" She bit her lip. "Are you quite all right with it?"

"I never thought about it. But... sure. I have friends. Why shouldn't you?" He gave her a perfunctory smile, but dearly hoped that he would never, ever come home to find Granny snogging Ellsworth Wintringham. Even imagining it to hope he would never see it was disturbing. He had no idea how his grandfather would feel about it, either, as Granddad had never appeared in his dreams. He tried to imagine looking down fondly on Ruthless going out with someone else, and wasn't sure Granny had it exactly right.

But that wasn't fair, from either of them. Teddy was away all year long and Granny was by herself, and had been for a long time. He had no business feeling strange about it. It wasn't his business to have feelings about one way or the other. And Granddad was supposed to have been a good man, who would never feel badly about his wife.

So Teddy just kept smiling as they made their way past the pond, past the now-normal levels of magical security, into the house where he'd been born. For a minute, he was about to ask where Bludger was hiding, as he usually shuffled out to wind himself around Teddy's legs, but he remembered in time. He thought he'd go out to the family's cat cemetery later and put a cat treat on his grave.

The summer days settled in. He went with Granny to Shell Cottage to visit baby Lance, who looked like a small, more crinkled version of Charlie. He visited the Romp and took the opportunity to see if Hermione had any of the Animagus books Professor McGonagall had mentioned. She did, and she lent it to him with her eyes narrowed in deep suspicion. He didn't read it. He wanted the copy at Hogwarts.

He went to Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, and asked if he could look around in the sealed-off upper rooms. Aunt Ginny wearily let him into Sirius's, and he spent a long time looking at the picture that was permanently stuck to the wall, growing more antique by the day. James, Sirius, Dad, Peter. They looked like they'd been off somewhere having fun. Uncle Harry's James came up to get him, and tried to tell him stories. Teddy couldn't really follow them. James looked deeply disappointed, which made Teddy feel about two inches tall.

He went to Diagon Alley, where Tinny's parents had a restaurant, for long, leisurely games. Both times, he ran into Professor Longbottom at the Leaky Cauldron. The first time, he was having lunch. The second, he seemed to be trying to fix a squeaky staircase while his grandmother told Hannah Abbott that she was mad to think of taking on a business that she was legally prohibited from closing no matter how slow it was. "My Frank's Alice once said that old Tom must be a masochist to run this place..."

But those were just moments. Mainly, he found himself alone at Granny's house. He had invitations to be elsewhere on most days that she worked, but he didn't want to take them. He wandered from room to room, looking at Dad's drawings in the nursery, at the portrait he'd drawn of Mum that Teddy was now very glad he'd never brought back to the Shrieking Shack, at Granddad's scrying dish. He sat with Checkmate in the cat cemetery, looking at the names of the long-vanished family pets. Dodger. Granny. Quaffle, Snitch, and now Bludger. He thought about going to his parents' graves in Godric's Hollow, where Uncle Harry had given them space beside his own parents, but he didn't go. He almost never went. He didn't know if that made him a bad son or not.

Two days before the Thunder Moon appeared again--the anniversary of Greyback's escape--an owl came from France.

Dear Teddy, the note it carried read, I hope you're feeling better, though I imagine the past few weeks haven't been kind to you. Evvie said that she and Nate told you about our habit of having a feast here every month before the full moon, with the people we care about, all of us bringing dishes to pass. This is an especially important month. We're all together, and the threat is over. We'd very much like it if you and your grandmother could come. Alderman is also inviting your Uncle Harry and his family, as well as Ron and Hermione Weasley and their family, and Bill and Fleur Weasley (Bill, of course, is always invited, but only comes on special occasions).

It would mean a great deal to me if you could be here. I loved your parents very much, and would like to stay in touch with you. Let me know if you can come! Don't worry about the dish to pass; I'm sure there will be plenty.

Love,
Vivian


Granny said she'd like to go, so Teddy wrote back an acceptance, and ignored the instruction not to bring anything. Granny got twenty five fresh fish, and Teddy managed to cook twenty-two of them on an old Muggle grill of Granddad's without scorching them too badly. Checkmate was all too happy to inherit the burned ones. They took an international Floo to Paris, and a local one to a village near the sanctuary. To Teddy's surprise, Hagrid was waiting outside the little pub, standing beside Buckbeak, who looked very unhappy to have a cart behind him.

"Thought yeh migh' like a lift up there," Hagrid said. "And Vivian reckons Buckbeak migh' like a look at his little ones."

"Oh, how lovely!" Granny said, stepping into the cart. Teddy followed her, and Hagrid checked the cart to see that it was tightly bound, then climbed in. Teddy hoped he had done some sort of lightening charm on himself. Apparently he had, because as soon as Granny had Disillusioned them all, Buckbeak took off at a run, and leapt into the sky easily. France rolled away beneath them, green and fragrant as they flew into the mountains and descended into the sanctuary village, which had been decorated for a carnival. Uncle Harry had already got here, and Teddy could see James and Al looking over the edge of the hippogriff pen.

Vivian, still looking wan and weak, came over to them, and took the fish. Her magical eye had been replaced, but she didn't seem to be playing with her field of vision much. "Teddy, I told you that you didn't need to."

"I wanted to."

"Well, it smells delicious. I'm glad you could come."

"Thanks."

"You brought food on top of everything else you've done?" someone called, and Teddy saw Nate Blondin jump over the paddock fence and come toward him, hands outstretched. "Mate, I want to shake your hand. Both hands, even. Which one did you kill him with? I'll shake that one twice."

"Nate!" Evvie came around the end of the table, looking aghast. "That's not the sort of thing you ought to say! Honestly!" She turned to Teddy and shook her head in frustration. She looked very pretty, wearing a Muggle-style party dress, her curly hair pulled back by a decorative clip. "Don't mind my husband. He's never been subtle."

"Flawed upbringing," Blondin said. He shook both of Teddy's hands solidly, but didn't mention killing Greyback again.

Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny noticed Teddy and Granny's arrival, and they were immediately folded into the family. Lily had grown three and a quarter inches since Christmas, and she insisted on telling everyone in the general vicinity about it as she sat on Teddy's lap, eating strawberries and bits of duck that Teddy tore up for her. Neil Overby, much more cheerful than he'd been in December, had noticed Al's Neddy the Kneazle t-shirt, and was now involved with finding out from the Potter boys just what had been happening in the comic books lately.

The feast was less a single meal than a full day of picking at everyone's offerings. By the time Bill and the older children arrived (Fleur didn't feel up to the long trip and didn't think baby Lance was quite ready yet), there were good-sized dents in everything. Blondin kissed Victoire's hand, but, at a look from his wife, refrained from complimenting her on stabbing Greyback in the head.

Lily finally tired of her perch on Teddy's lap and went looking for another novelty. She found Vivian at last, and a moment later, Teddy saw Vivian's eye start spinning around comically while Lily laughed.

Teddy got up and wandered to the hippogriff paddock. Victoire and her sisters were in a clearing, doing a strange kind of dance. Teddy found it hard to look away from, but finally, he did. The boys had moved on exploring the safest looking forest path Teddy had ever seen, though James was creeping along like he had the entire Malacquis clan and a herd of erumpents on his tail. He turned to warn Al and Neil of some danger he'd created. Teddy went around to the back of the paddock, looking at several empty stalls, listening to the baby hippogriffs squabble amongst themselves. Mirabelle and Buckbeak were having some afternoon exercise with Hagrid and Valeska. The other adults were lounging comfortable at the tables, stuffing themselves on good food.

"Why are you alone?"

Teddy jumped and looked up.

Père Alderman was sitting on the edge of the hayloft. He grinned and jumped down, landing in a crouch in front of Teddy, his black clerical clothes looking odd in context. He looked, in fact, like a particularly mischievous teenage boy wearing a priest costume. "Really, Teddy, the whole point is to be with other people."

"You're not, either."

Alderman stood up, and the image of the boy faded back into the image of a young, cheerful priest. "I had a few things to finish up before moonrise. I have a baptism to do tomorrow afternoon, and I'm never in shape to finish the paperwork in the morning."

"Oh."

"The word through the grapevine is that you've had a hard time."

"People are talking about me?"

"Yes, that happens when people care about you. I know, it's horrible. Next thing you know, they'll be worrying."

Teddy looked down. "I wish they wouldn't."

"Is it really guilt about Greyback?"

"Partly. I know he was awful, but--"

"But killing him is still killing." Alderman nodded, and Teddy had a feeling that he understood. He'd grown up with Greyback. It occurred to Teddy that Greyback may have even made Alderman hurt people, the way he'd made Vivian hurt people. Vivian hadn't wanted to shake his hand over killing Greyback, either. "I can't give you a proper act of contrition, of course, but it might be a good idea to do something concrete..."

"Like what?"

Alderman gave him a calculating sort of look, and Teddy realized that he'd thought about this a lot already. He found that he didn't mind. "Well," he said, "between Hermione Weasley and Neville Longbottom, I think Neil Overby and Cecilia Dean--the girl Vivian bit--will make it to Hogwarts in a couple of years."

"Good!"

"As your act of contrition, I want you to ask Horace Slughorn to teach you to brew Wolfsbane Potion for them. Vivian says you're quite adept at potions, and I think two years should be long enough to learn. Will you brew the potion for them when they get there?"

"Atone for killing Greyback by helping his pack."

"In a way that would drive him purely crazy, which can only be a bonus." Alderman smiled. "Will that help, do you think?"

Teddy nodded. Even having the thought of it--some solid thing to consider--made it better. "I'll do it," he said.

"Good. But Greyback's not all of it, is it?" Alderman looked around and made sure no one was nearby. "Why did you destroy the house, Teddy?"

Teddy thought about shrugging it off, giving the same glib answer he'd given the other students, that it was burning down and he'd just helped it along. Uncle Harry hadn't asked why he'd done it, and Granny seemed to have decided it was because of Greyback. Teddy hadn't volunteered anything. He'd told no one about the phantom faces, or about his sister, drawn in flame, running to him for a hug, or his vision of Mum at the sink, or of the way the rosebush had seemed to grab at him. He opened his mouth to give a shortened version--perhaps something just enough to satisfy Père Alderman's idea that there was more to it--and somehow, it all came out, everything from Mum and Dad losing the house to finding the Tirza novel there to reading the others and finding the bookmark with all of his siblings' names on it, right up to Dad and Julia, running into the kitchen, crowned in flames, reaching for him. He was aware of crying near the end, but he guessed a priest wouldn't tell anyone. "And then," he said, "I looked up, and I swear, Father, I could see them. They were in the windows. I was in the window. My sisters and brothers and my parents, and I--" He stopped, his throat working against him.

"Go on, Teddy," Alderman said. "Get it out."

"I hated them!" Teddy said, then covered his mouth and shook his head. "No, I mean... I mean..."

"You mean you were angry. About them dying?"

"No. At them." Teddy leaned forward, his head hurting. "And then I blew up the house. To make them go away."

Père Alderman nodded. "You want to watch your temper," he said, calmly enough. "There's a reason wrath didn't make the virtue list."

Teddy gulped. "But my parents... my brothers and sisters..."

"You don't hate them."

"I did, though." Teddy wiped his face, angry at himself now for crying. "What was the point, anyway? They weren't real. I mean, Mum and Dad were, of course, but Julia, and Raymond, and the others... I just made them up, didn't I?"

"I don't know. There are a lot of things we don't understand. Maybe they never would have existed even if your parents had lived."

"Then what was the point of any of it? I always wanted to be someone's brother, I think. And then I found out all of their names, and... I don't know. I wish I had a big family like Victoire's, or Ruthless's."

Alderman laughed. "Well, there's your point. That's something you know about yourself. You want a big family. So have one, when you're older. The world would be better for having a lot of Lupins in it, I think. And your penance for being wrathful is that you'll never pass it on to them. The anger stops with you." He smiled kindly. "Don't worry about it just yet. And as to brothers and sisters?" He nodded toward the clearing, where James had climbed up onto a fallen tree and was giving a demonstration of Basilisk-slaying (Lily didn't look happy to be playing Aunt Ginny in this scenario, and as Teddy watched, she rolled off and made Al take over). "We make the best of what we're given," Père Alderman said, and Teddy shivered at the repetition of the words from his dream. "And what you've been given are two brothers who want to be just like you, and a sister who sat on your lap for hours with no coaxing. They aren't replacements, either. They're better than replacements. They're real, Teddy."

"But Julia and the others..."

"Can wait." Alderman looked out over the square, where the werewolves were starting to gather together to walk to their secured spots. "I have to go before I become very bad company. But you... Teddy, go be the brother you were meant to be. There's no greater honor you could do your parents."

He dipped his head and disappeared into the shadows of the barn, and a moment later, Teddy saw him emerge on the hillside and hail Blondin and Hamilton, who were trying to calm Neil down.

Teddy turned away from them and went back to the clearing, where the non-werewolves were starting to get ready to go. James, deprived of his new audience, was sitting on the tree, swinging his legs restlessly. He looked up when Teddy approached, and smiled broadly. Before Teddy could greet him, however, Al ran at him from the side and tackled him.

"Hippogriff-ride!" he said.

"Take them down to the gap, would you, Teddy?" Aunt Ginny called. "We'll meet you with broomsticks as soon as we've sent all the dishes home."

Teddy picked Al up and balanced him on his back, turning his hair to feathers (much to Al's delight). Lily spotted them from across the clearing, and started over.

"Hey, James," Teddy said, "I've got a good story for you. It's about my dad, and your granddad, and Sirius. Did you ever hear about the time they fought a whole colony of Acromantulas when they went on holiday to Borneo?"

"They did not," James said, jumping down and looking eager to be proved wrong.

"Sure they did. And they had Checkmate and Martian with them, too..."

Teddy walked down the mountainside, carrying Al, Lily toddling industriously along behind them. James circled all of them energetically, trading the story back and forth with Teddy as the Thunder Moon rose above them.


THE END
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marikenobi From: marikenobi Date: December 16th, 2007 01:49 am (UTC) (Link)
Lovely!

Perfect.

Beautiful!

fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 16th, 2007 04:29 am (UTC) (Link)
Thanks!
obsfuscation From: obsfuscation Date: December 16th, 2007 01:56 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh, PERFECT. This has been such an amazing ride, Fern, and this is a beautiful ending to it. Alderman is perfect. I'm so glad Teddy finally lanced the boil, as it were, and let it all out. Also, I'm so happy that Vivian made it, one way or another.

This really is the perfect endng. The pack, despite all the warping, horrible things Greyback did to them, coming out of it as a loving community. There can be no better and healthier revenge on him, really.

Although setting him on fire worked, too.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 16th, 2007 04:30 am (UTC) (Link)
I'm glad Vivian made it, as well.

Setting him on fire may have been the prerequisite to getting them the real revenge.
redlily From: redlily Date: December 16th, 2007 01:58 am (UTC) (Link)
Quick changes:
th = the
sear = swear
ère Alderman nodd = Père Alderman nodded

<3 Alderman <3
What he said is pretty much what I've been wanting to say to Teddy the whole time.

And Blondin is hilarious.

And this story was wonderful. We really got to watch our Teddy grow up and start to become the man he'll be. (Hee, this story is his Bar Mitzvah.) Thanks, as always, for sharing it with us!!
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 16th, 2007 04:33 am (UTC) (Link)
Gar. My computer kept freezing up, and things I was editing didn't edit right. Grrrrrrr

Ah, yes. It was the bar mitzvah year. Funny--no matter what the culture, thirteen seems to be an age we recognize as important.
cambryn From: cambryn Date: December 16th, 2007 02:05 am (UTC) (Link)
I'm crying right now.
It was just so sweet and moving!

Fern, this was an amazing story. I've been reading it the whole time avidly (though not reviewing all that often) and I just loved it. Your characters are all so interesting, compelling and believable, and you have the ability to wring emotion out of me like no other online author.

Lovely job. :*)
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 16th, 2007 04:34 am (UTC) (Link)
I'm glad you liked it. It was cathartic to write!
From: (Anonymous) Date: December 16th, 2007 02:10 am (UTC) (Link)
Ooh great! Starting with three little typos I found:

"And then," he said, "I looked up, and I sWear, Father, ...

"You mean you were angry. About them dying?" *P*ère Alderman noddED.

...

Père Alderman nodded. "You want to watch your temper," he said, calmly enough. "There's a reason wrath didn't make thE virtue list."

Oh, and removing the stuff in the middle makes me think Pere Alderman should 'nod again', or make some other gesture the second time. I'm guessing you were in a hurry over that section.

Also, I wonder mightn't Vivian share, rather than pass, food at the get-together. Unless you're thinking of it as a direct translation from French, although I amn't sure it'd be the first verb I'd use then either. (Mind you, my French isn't native, and isn't as fluent as it used to be.)

All that said, I love this ending to the story: you've brought everyone who needed to be together, tied up the loose ends while leaving room for everyone to continue and grow and acknowledged the hardships while leaving most people better off than they were.

Well, okay, so Teddy, Victoire, Vivian, Millicent Bulstrode (was she missing again?), Neil Overby and Celia Dean certainly aren't better off than they felt themselves to be a year earlier, but they're certainly better off than they might have been! (And I'm quite pleased Greyback and Mathilde aren't better off!)

What else? I actually kind of like that Victoire and her sisters were more visiting their great-grandmother than hanging on to what had happened (am I making unjustified assumptions from that dance?) or Teddy.

Many many thanks for this and your other stories. Keep writing!

Alex
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 16th, 2007 04:36 am (UTC) (Link)
Arg, yes, the computer kept freezing while I was writing, and it would take ten minutes between lines. I forgot what business I'd already had him doing.

Also, I wonder mightn't Vivian share, rather than pass, food at the get-together.

I don't know--I've always heard "dish to pass" rather than "to share." I'll run it by a Brit-pick board.
From: (Anonymous) Date: December 16th, 2007 02:16 am (UTC) (Link)

Oh, yay, I was hoping I'd get a comment in...

Wow. Just...wow.

Hey, I know I'm not being very articulate, but this has just been amazing. And I absolutely love Alderman's little closure-speech. And the story about Acromantualas. Just priceless.

Great job on completing this story (with almost no delays, I might add!) I can't wait to see you write more soon! xD
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 16th, 2007 04:37 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: Oh, yay, I was hoping I'd get a comment in...

Glad you enjoyed it. Not sure what I'm writing next, though I may be restless enough soon to do an "Ask my characters anything" meme or something.
From: (Anonymous) Date: December 16th, 2007 02:18 am (UTC) (Link)
Wow! So lovely...and the ending! Perfect. Thank you so much for this story...I don't know how you do it. I love the "cubs," it's amazing how you've written them from children to adults. And, Alderman is wonderful, guiding Teddy...and growing into just the sort of man Remus would have been so proud of. I just can't say enough how much I've enjoyed this story. Brilliant. Thanks!
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 16th, 2007 04:39 am (UTC) (Link)
You're welcome. I think Remus would be proud of Alderman, too, though I suspect Alderman does a lot of acts of atonement for things Greyback made him do as a kid.
satakieli From: satakieli Date: December 16th, 2007 02:18 am (UTC) (Link)
Ah! Though Lupin's biter was Greyback and a rich backstory of yours was jossed, Vivian's still alive and sane to be a mentor to Cecilia. Not sure if you intended that circle, but it heals just a little.

Penance is such a useful concept. (When not abused, I must say in caveat.)

Thank you, Fern, for a rich story.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 16th, 2007 04:40 am (UTC) (Link)
If Cecilia will deal with Vivian, it could be a healthy way for Vivian to handle things. Good idea!
summoner_lenne9 From: summoner_lenne9 Date: December 16th, 2007 02:25 am (UTC) (Link)
Wonderful Fern.

Absolutely WONDERFUL.

:).

Just. Wow. Just... I'm going to be so SAD to not have daily updates from you!

*Wonders what you'll start on next, lol*
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 16th, 2007 04:40 am (UTC) (Link)
Thanks! I appreciate all the comments you've made.
lollapulizer From: lollapulizer Date: December 16th, 2007 02:35 am (UTC) (Link)
I think this was my favorite chapter. It wrapped everything up perfectly and I really liked several of the scenes (Granny and Ellsworth, Nate Blondin, and the bit with Alderman). I can't wait to read whatever you create next!
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 16th, 2007 04:41 am (UTC) (Link)
Thanks! I wanted to hint at Christmas that Andromeda might be dating again, but I didn't want to make anything of it. But I thought it would be good for Teddy--eventually--to see her moving on as well.
willowbough From: willowbough Date: December 16th, 2007 02:55 am (UTC) (Link)
A perfect ending--melancholy but hopeful. Seeing the cubs again, healing and thriving as they should after Greyback's demise, was just the right touch. And so was Alderman's reaching out to
Teddy and breaking through his Post-Traumatic Stress, recognizing that Teddy felt that he needed to make reparation for killing someone, even someone as horrible as Greyback. In this case, confession did turn out to be good for the soul.

Well-done. I am very glad that you decided to give Teddy's third-year the novel-length treatment: it's a darker story than Forest Guard but perhaps all the stronger because of it. The characters really earned their hard-won peace and tranquility.

Good luck on your move and your new job! Naturally, I look forward to any new stories you post, whenever that may be.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 16th, 2007 04:45 am (UTC) (Link)
In this case, confession did turn out to be good for the soul.

Alderman may not have been able to offer absolution, but he's had enough practice to know how to handle someone who's weighed down from a sin. There's not much he can do about the wrath other than tell Teddy to watch it, but he could help with Greyback.
From: (Anonymous) Date: December 16th, 2007 03:12 am (UTC) (Link)

Thank you

Just a beautiful story, Fern. Thank you so much for sharing it with us. I really like how you have explored the consequences and impact of Remus and Tonks' deaths on those they left behind. I know that JKR said that she wanted to show a circle with the two orphans, Harry and Teddy and how Teddy ultimately was OK. Your stories show how he may have been ok by adulthood, but still deeply hurt by the loss of his parents and brothers and sisters. Not to mention Andromeda who really paid a terrible price for being on the right side of the wizard war. This was a wonderful story and I enjoyed every minute of it. Good luck with your move and I look forward to your next writings.

Maureen
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 16th, 2007 04:47 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: Thank you

Well, Harry was ultimately okay, too, but he got a story on the way to it. Why shouldn't Teddy?

The offing of his parents for a dramatic effect shouldn't be taken casually, I think. It always means something.
victorialupin From: victorialupin Date: December 16th, 2007 03:25 am (UTC) (Link)
Everything about this story was just ... perfect. Everything, Fern. Thank you so much for such an amazing story. :) I could go on but I don't feel exceptionally articulate and I might wind up speaking solely in emoticons.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 16th, 2007 04:49 am (UTC) (Link)
Thanks, I'm glad it went over well. Teddy's been a major catharsis for me.
beceh From: beceh Date: December 16th, 2007 03:25 am (UTC) (Link)
*Contented sigh* That was such a lovely ending. It's been so great going on this journey with Teddy. Thanks for sharing this with us Fern!!
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 16th, 2007 04:50 am (UTC) (Link)
You're welcome. I like Teddy; he's a comfortable place for my brain to be. So I'm glad other people like him as well.
darth_pipes From: darth_pipes Date: December 16th, 2007 03:43 am (UTC) (Link)
Wonderful end to a wonderful story, Fern. :)

I enjoyed this post very much. The characters that make up Greyback's old pack are all well-developed and I like Alderman's character. His scene with Teddy was excellent and I like his idea for "contrition" from Teddy. Like the entire Teddy/James dynamic too.

I'm sorry this story is over but it lived up to expectations. You created an exciting and realistic HP story for the post-TDH era. Great job! :)
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 16th, 2007 04:51 am (UTC) (Link)
I loved James so much in the epilogue, with his shock and devotion to "our Teddy" and "our Victoire." This is a kid who gets the concept of family... though he's a little freaked out by that particular pairing, probably because of that!
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