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Stir crazy!
Two days without Teddy to write. I'm lonely! I miss Teddy and Ruthless and Victoire and everyone.

So, since I really need to pack and clean and do dozens of other things, I'll do a challenge call. Naturally.

Limited to the Teddyverse stories this time, just because my brain is there. Beyond that? As you like. I'll keep requests open until one a.m. my time (three hours).

ETA: One a.m., calling it here. Last request was from an anon for Ruthless when Teddy and Victoire start dating.

Yikes, only the first page is done!

ETA (last): DONE!

  1. Victoire arrives at Shell Cottage after the Greyback confrontation, for golden_d
  2. Interaction between Neville and Victore, for shiiki
  3. Teddy and Molly talk about guilt over killing, for gabrielladusult
  4. Andromeda, Teddy, and Victoire, after Greyback incident, for chelleybeans
  5. Harry living with Teddy and Andromeda, for lollapulizer
  6. Teddy's first day at the DoM, for naomichana
  7. Victoire discovers Tirza, for marikenobi
  8. Teddy and Minerva discuss Animagus matters, for kiwi_kimi
  9. Ruthless's POV on the breakup, for gloryforever
  10. One of Teddy and Victoire's children hears about the Shrieking Shack, for redlily
  11. One of the trio tells a story to epilogue children, for Anon
  12. Harry and Andromeda talk about Teddy, for Anon!Em
  13. Teddy's reaction to parenthood, for sharonaf
  14. Aftermath Vivian, for obsfuscation
  15. Last day at Hogwarts for Teddy's year, for bends
  16. Far future Marauder's Roost, for hermia7
  17. Something from Teddy's bachelor party, for willowbough
  18. Teddy/Victoire awkwardness, for rotae
  19. The pack reacts to Greyback's death, for sedri
  20. Daniel Morse finds love, for Ellen
  21. Neville/Vivian after Christmas, for cleindori
  22. Something 'Dromeda, for marciamarcia
  23. Victoire asks Harry and Andromeda's blessing to propose, for Sqveege
  24. Corky/Honoria--the view from Teddy's friends, for victorialupin
  25. Harry and Ruthless, for darth_pipes
  26. Dudley meets Teddy, for mrspollifax
  27. James and one of Teddy and Victoire's kids, for dudley_doright
  28. Teddy tells Ruthless that he and Victoire are engaged, for maxzook
  29. Teddy and Victoire's first kiss, for maidenjedi
  30. Ruthless and Victoire, tied up during the werewolf attack, for marissa_214
  31. Scenelet from Vivian-Neville-Hannah, for viatrix03
  32. Bill's reaction to Teddy/Victoire, for Anon
  33. Harry introduces Teddy to newborn James, for demonoflight
  34. Interaction with Maurice and Corky, for Anon
  35. Ruthless interacting with some Lupinlets, for 1voice
  36. Something with teenage Lily, for jedi_chick
  37. The day Harry moved in with Andromeda, for prelud
  38. Ruthless's career advice session, for spitc1899
  39. One of the kids gets the Hogwarts acceptance letter, for purple_ladybug1
  40. Something with George and Victoire, for Anon
  41. Ruhtless and Victoire after Teddy and Victoire start dating, for Anon


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golden_d From: golden_d Date: December 18th, 2007 03:12 am (UTC) (Link)
Victoire, at Shell Cottage, having just stabbed Greyback in the face. What's going through her mind?
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 18th, 2007 03:40 am (UTC) (Link)

Victoire barely caught herself coming out of the Floo. She nearly tripped over Aimee's play Charm Chair, where her dollies seemed to be going through an extensive makeover. When she moved back, her first thought was that Aimee had got hold of some dyeing Potion, bright red, and spilled it over Miss Madeleine's head, fanning it out in a hand-shape...

"Victoire, what happened?"

Maman's voice. Frantic.

Victoire looked at her hand, remembered, and screamed.

She'd got through everything at the Shrieking Shack without screaming, but suddenly, she couldn't seem to do anything else. She screeched at the top of her lungs, tearing at the gore streaked over her hands. Some of it was from feeding the baby Clabbert, but most of it had come from Greyback. It was all over her. On her hands, her arms, in her hair.

Maman's arms came around her, and she murmured in comforting French while Victoire screamed until her throat was hoarse. By the time she had no voice left, Daddy had come in from the garden, covered with dirt, and Artie and Muriel had woken up and joined in the noise. Aimee and Marie were standing solemnly in the kitchen door, eyes wide.

"Daddy," Victoire said. "The Shrieking Shack. Greyback's at the Shrieking Shack and so is Teddy, and I don't think he's following even though he said he would follow, and his leg's hurt..."

"Are you all right? Where are you hurt?"

"It's Greyback's blood," Victoire said, and remembered, through a red fog, picking up the knives from the floor. Her head had hurt where he had thrown her by her hair, and she thought some of the blood might be from a handful of her hair pulling off and taking the scalp with it, but the only thought really in her head had been How dare he? How dare he? Ever since she'd come into the Shrieking Shack, she'd felt someone else there, someone angry and vengeful, and in her own fury, she'd reached out and let it inside. She had felt it coming up through her, the ancient, uncontrollable rage, and then she'd run forward, and it had been good to hurt him, good to scare him. The anger had run out of her then, and she'd let Teddy send her through the Floo, let him, even though she knew he wasn't coming, that he was there with the monster...

"Bugger," Daddy said, and for once didn't correct himself in front of the children. "It's secure. Fleur, I'm Apparating to Hogsmeade. They'll need help."

Maman sent him off with a stern nod--Daddy, in a better mood, referred to this as her "with your shield or on it" nod--then helped Victoire into the bathroom. "Let's get you cleaned up," she said.

Victoire submitted to several washing Charms, but Maman understood that it wasn't enough. She drew a warm bath and filled it with fragrant bubbles. Victoire let her peel off the horrible, bloody robes and guide her into the tub, as if she were Muriel or Artie.

The water was warm and clean, and a Charm kept it that way. Victoire dunked herself under it, ignoring the soapy sting in her eyes, until all of the sweat and all of the blood was gone.
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shiiki From: shiiki Date: December 18th, 2007 03:14 am (UTC) (Link)

I just got back from overseas, so it looks like I have a lot of catching up to do with Teddy. (I'm looking forward to it, though!)

I'd love to see some interaction between Victoire and Neville ... set in any time frame at all. :)

Thank you! ♥
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 18th, 2007 04:08 am (UTC) (Link)
She came with her own Herbology kit, Neville mused, watching Victoire Weasley spread her tools out neatly beside her Flitterbloom while her classmates scrambled for the common supplies. He'd always liked plants himself, even before coming to Hogwarts he'd spent half of his time in Gran's garden, but it wouldn't have occurred to him to bring a perfect, new set of equipment that hadn't been on the list. It was probably just as well--first year, he'd most likely have lost half of it and forgotten where the other half was.

He went over to her. "You know, Victoire, you'll probably only use the pruning shears and the mister today."

"It's best to be prepared," she said primly. "I think the Honking Daffodil has a fungus," she added in a whisper. "I saw it on my way in."

Neville nodded, impressed. "Very good. Do you know what I'm treating it with?"

She thought for a long time, then said, "I don't. I'm sorry! I've read a lot of books, but I don't know about Honking Daffodil fungus." She looked quite alarmed at this.

Neville smiled. "Don't worry. I'm working on it with my sixth year N.E.W.T. students. I didn't really expect you to know just yet."

"Oh. But I could learn."

"Yes, and I'm sure you will."

Most of the students had managed to find equipment by now, and Neville went to the front of the class. He was surprised to see that, despite the very large group of Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors, no one had chosen to sit with Victoire. He taught the introductory material, and with a silent apology to the blameless Flitterblooms about to be sacrificed for education, set them to pruning.

It was an average enough class, in spite of its size, and no one ended up doing fatal damage, though Neville decided that Kirk Scrimgeour needed to be kept away from sharp objects for a few weeks at least.

When it was over, most of the students loudly and cheerfully dumped their shears and misters into the bin, but Victoire bent carefully over hers, cleaning each implement (including the ones she hadn't used) and putting it back in its place. Her back was very straight and her face carefully controlled.

"Victoire?" Neville said.

"I'm nearly finished, Ne--" She caught herself, and her eyes went wide. "Professor Longbottom! I'm very sorry, I didn't mean to nearly--"

"--call me by the name you've called me since you could talk?" Neville smiled. "Don't worry. It takes practice. Will it help if I call you Miss Weasley?"

She nodded. "Is there anything else I can do? Just tasks or anything?"

"Yes. One serious assignment."


"Go find someone to make friends with."

"My dormitory mates don't like me!" She looked down. "I don't know why."

"It'll pass," Neville said. "Why not make friends with people not in your dormitory? The boys, maybe. Or people in other years."

"Oh. Right."

"Or try Teddy's friends. They're a good bunch. And I imagine Story Shacklebolt will understand your life pretty well."

"Really? I suppose..."

"Go on, Miss Weasley. You'll be fine."

She nodded, squared her shoulders like she was going into battle, and left the greenhouse, her Herbology kit held up in front of her like a shield.
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gabrielladusult From: gabrielladusult Date: December 18th, 2007 03:16 am (UTC) (Link)
I was actually thinking when Teddy was worried about killing Greyback ripping apart his soul etc, that a good person for him to talk to about killing somebody bad would be Molly Weasley. Talk about killing someone in a rage of temper, but still quite deliberately.

Anyway -- if there was still some residual guilt after his conversation with Alderman, I would like to see something between Teddy and Molly.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 18th, 2007 04:57 am (UTC) (Link)
Teddy couldn't imagine that Uncle Harry would actually be surprised by a surprise party on his birthday at the Burrow, but everyone was going through the motions anyway. As soon as he and Granny had got back from Ellsworth Wintringham's place on Cape Ann, they'd Flooed over here, and started helping with the preparations. Molly had Teddy in the kitchen, peeling potatoes while she worked on a cake.

"There," she said, finally getting the gold color the way she wanted it for some decorative icing. "That'll do nicely. Teddy, would you like a taste?"

Teddy took the spatula she was offering. The icing had a rich lemony taste. "It's good," he said.

"Good." She took back the spatula and started to clean it. "Did you have a nice trip? I've never been to the States."

"It was fun. Ellsworth knows everyone. Lots of people sitting on the rocks and drawing the ocean. His next door neighbor tried to teach me to draw. I'm sort of hopeless. I was hoping I'd suddenly end up drawing like Dad, but I guess that's just not one of things I can do."

"Well, you have enough talents. I think you can probably live without being able to draw."

Teddy shook his head at her wonderingly. She was a cheerful homebody, full of simple platitudes that were generally true, but the one thing about her that always seemed to come home to him was that she had killed Bellatrix Lestrange--the woman who'd killed Teddy's own mother.

She turned and looked at him oddly. "What is it, Teddy? What a strange look you have on your face!"

"Do you feel guilty about killing Bellatrix?"

She sat down, looking surprised. "For...? No. No, not at all. Teddy, she killed..."

"Mum, I know."

"And I'd been looking after your mum through a very tough year. I loved her. And then that woman taunted me about poor Fred, and threatened my other children. And she'd've done it. She'd done more. Why would I feel guilty?"

"Uncle Harry says that killing someone rips your soul. He said that's what happened to Voldemort."

"Mmm. I don't feel very ripped up, I'm afraid." She smiled and took Teddy's hand. "It's not a good thing to be forced to do, but sometimes it's a necessary thing. No one thinks you've lost your soul."

"But I wanted to kill Greyback."

"I wanted to kill Bellatrix." She sighed. "Listen, Teddy, when your godfather says that, he's talking about people who like to kill, people who murder, people who start the violence rolling. He means... oh, I'm not one to explain great philosophical notions, but I can tell you that Harry never turned his nose up at me after I killed Bellatrix."

"What about remorse?"

Molly frowned and shook her head. "I'm sorry that Bellatrix wasted her life, killed good people, and then put herself in my path. If I could have gone back to school, turned her aside when she was a second year, made her see reason, I supposed I'd have rather done that. But if she'd been the sort of person who would've let me do that, she wouldn't have been who she became. You can ask your granny how hard it was to talk to her."

"And if Granny couldn't, I guess you couldn't."

She nodded. "That's all there is to say, in the end." She stood up. "Come on. "Help me with the pans; this one's going to be a bit delicate..."
chelleybeans From: chelleybeans Date: December 18th, 2007 03:17 am (UTC) (Link)
Interaction between Andromeda, teddy and Victoria after the evrything with Greyback.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 18th, 2007 05:33 am (UTC) (Link)
Victoire was the first to arrive for the Muggles and Minions game, and she was nearly an hour early. She'd brought a box of French pastries that Andromeda guessed would be gone before they'd even settled into the game, so she swiped one before the other children got there.

Victoire smiled. "They're very good, I think," she said.

"Mm-hmm," Andromeda said. "I'm glad to see you. Teddy's getting things set up in Ted's office in the cellar. All Muggle business. Including a computer that neither of us has the faintest idea how to use."

"Perhaps Roger Young will know," Victoire suggested.

"I think it's too old for Roger to understand. I've thought about getting a new one, but I think I'm a bit old to learn about these things, and Teddy doesn't seem interested."

"Interested in what?" Teddy asked, coming from the basement. In honor of working in Ted's area, he'd morphed his hair blond and broadened his nose a bit. Andromeda thought he looked more like Dudley Dursley than like Ted, but she didn't say anything, as she preferred not to have him improve the morph. Seeing Ted come up out of his work area would open up wounds that were finally starting to heal.

"The computer," Victoire said.

Teddy shrugged. "Well, maybe. Granny do we have anything from the eighties? Frankie called earlier and said he's setting the game in the eighties."

"Check your mum's music," Andromeda said. "I have a... oh, what do they call it, with the spinning..."

"Spinning music thing," Teddy said, grinning in a perfunctory way.

"I loathed that Muggle music she listened to. I bought new copies a few years ago. The one with the pink and green hair was her favorite. Of course." She Summoned her box of Muggle music discs and started rifling through for Dora's favorites.

Teddy's smile was more real this time, if sad. "Right. Of course."

He took them, and headed down to the basement. Victoire followed, and Andromeda went after her a moment later, to see if they needed any more help.

Teddy was stringing up a line of electric lights. He tossed the other end to Victoire without looking, and she caught it, pinning it to the corner without asking if that was what he meant.

Andromeda sat on the old sofa and watched this with some interest. "I think there are some old posters in your mum's wardrobe drawer," she said.

"What sort?" Victoire asked.

"Musicians. Actors. A great one for the stars was my Dora."

Teddy was trying to get his end of the light string affixed, and when he moved, it slipped. He said, "Could y--?" and Victoire nodded and went upstairs, coming back a moment later with a handful of Dora's old posters. She handed some to Teddy, who'd finally got the lights up, and the pair of them went about hanging them without looking at each other or discussing it. When this was finished, Victoire set up the game table while Teddy scrounged for chairs, then Teddy produced the disc player at nearly the exact moment that Victoire started choosing the music.

Upstairs, the doorbell rang.

"I'll--" Victoire said.

"--get it, would you, thanks?" Teddy said at the same time.

Victoire went upstairs.

Andromeda shook her head and went upstairs, leaving the children to their mysterious pastime.
lollapulizer From: lollapulizer Date: December 18th, 2007 03:18 am (UTC) (Link)
This is exciting! I'd like to see Harry living with Teddy before his marriage to Ginny, or something with Teddy and Ginny.

Or a moment with Ruthless and Victoire during the later Hogwarts years.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 18th, 2007 06:23 am (UTC) (Link)
Harry didn't bother changing out of his work robes when he got home. He hadn't been doing anything particularly vile, unless one counted Ministry paperwork. He could see Teddy in the conservatory, skulking along an aisle of plants while Andromeda harvested something for her potions.

"Harry!" she called, waving a gloved hand. "I was starting to wonder if we'd need to call a sitter."

"Sorry," Harry said. "Kingsley lost track of time. I told him I needed to be back half an hour ago."

Andromeda laughed. "It's all right, Harry. I remember training. I'd have just canceled my first appointment and gone in late."

"Uckaharry!" Teddy whispered from under one of the tables. "I'm talking a litta-fold."

Harry glanced at Andromeda, who shrugged and put her hands in the air.

"You're talking to a what?"

"Not to. I'm talking it!"

"Stalking," Andromeda said, more for Harry's benefit than Teddy's. Teddy always got words eventually.

"Oh," Harry said. "What are you stalking, Teddy? I don't know what a little-fold is?"

"It's a big black blanket thing that eats you when you sleep!"

"Oh, of course. I remember that. I read all about lethifolds at work. Could you use help from a trainee? I don't know everything yet, but you could help me, I'm sure."

Teddy nodded seriously, and held up his hand. "You must be very quiet."

"Quiet, yes." Harry dropped to all fours and followed Teddy along the aisle. There was a black blanket at the end of it that seemed to be the object of the quest, and he quickly charmed it to hover an inch over the ground, and hid his wand away so that when Teddy turned to give him a suspicious look, he could appear completely innocent.

Teddy held up his toy wand, then put his finger over his mouth to remind Harry to be quiet. He morphed his hair pink, like his favorite picture of Tonks--this stung less each time he did it--and snuck up on the blanket, going around it and signaling very seriously for Harry to take up the flank. Harry did so with a somber nod.

"All right," Teddy whispered. "One... two... three!" He jabbed his wand at the blanket, pinning down one corner.

Harry leapt on the other corner, twitching his wand under his sleeve to make the blanket squirm and try to escape.

Teddy jumped on the middle of it and said, "We got it, Uckaharry!"

"What should we do with... oh, no!" Harry yelled, and grabbed up the edges of the blanket, wrapping Teddy in it and tossing him toward the ceiling of the conservatory. He giggled shrilly and fell back toward the ground, arms open, completely trusting Harry to catch him. Harry did, and promptly turned him upside down and started swinging him like a sack, bringing more gales of laughter.

Andromeda smiled from behind her plants, and started to seal up her harvest take in to St. Mungo's. "Should I call the sitter for the pair of you?" she asked.

"No sitter!" Teddy said, swinging up into Harry's crooked arm. "My Uckaharry's here."

She reached in and fussed at his hair, then kissed his cheek. "Granny's going to work now," she said. "I'll be back before you know it."

Teddy reached over and hooked one of his arms around Andromeda's neck and the other around Harry's. "Stay," he said. "Please, Ganny!"

Andromeda shook her head. "Teddy, you know what work means."

He nodded. "It means that Ganny or Uckaharry needs to be gone."


"Will come back."

"That's just right," Andromeda said. "I'll Apparate back here at eight o'clock to read you your story and tuck you in. I promise."

Teddy nodded, sniffling.

Harry kissed his head, then looked at Andromeda. "Kingsley gave me Saturday. Do you have it?"

"I do. Do you have something in mind?"

"How does a Quidditch game at Hogwarts sound?"

Teddy's eyes got wide. "At Hogwarts? Really, Uckaharry?"

Andromeda grinned. "Well, it sounds like that's that plan, then..."

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naomichana From: naomichana Date: December 18th, 2007 03:21 am (UTC) (Link)
I'm still wondering what happened in the future with Regulus Black, but if you're not ready to write that, I'd love to read about Teddy's first day in the Department of Mysteries.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 18th, 2007 07:13 am (UTC) (Link)
Regulus is kind of a long story, I think, so I'll go with the second.

Teddy checked a mirror in the entrance hall once he'd Apparated in, making sure that he didn't have any feathers caught in the cowl of his robes. He hadn't been able to sleep much last night, anticipating his first day, and he'd gone flying for an hour while the sky went from ruby red to clear, faultless blue, then, still having time to kill, flown most of the way to London before Apparating in with his new pass. His shoulders were sore, but he'd learned to live with that. He didn't, however, think it would be a grand idea to start work in the Ministry with feathers all over him. Especially as his registration as an Animagus wasn't entirely complete yet.

He seemed to be clear, so he took a deep breath and went to the lifts, standing in the crowd of Ministry workers, all just starting regular days, like every other. No one noticed--


He looked up and saw a broomstick whip around overhead, then Ruthless dove down on him, doing a neat roll and dropping off of it. She landed on her feet and gave a little curtsy. An older wizard on Teddy's left rubbed his temple wearily, and a piebald witch clenched her teeth and stared fixedly at the door of the lift.

Ruthless stuck her tongue out at the witch's back, then reached into her bag and pulled out a brightly wrapped package. "Trainee to trainee," she said. "Welcome to your first day of drudgery and degrading chores."

Teddy opened the package. Inside was a slip of parchment that said, "Five o'clock, Leaky Cauldron, my treat. You'll need it."

Ruthless winked and grabbed for her broomstick, but it was snatched away by Ron Weasley, who gave her an exasperated look and led her toward the stairs. Teddy waved to her as the lift doors finally opened.

The crowd thinned as it moved down into the Ministry, and by the time it reached the ninth level, Teddy was alone. He stepped out and went to the narrow corridor that led to the single plain door, unmarked, that was the entrance to the Department of Mysteries. He took a deep breath, opened it, and stepped into the round antechamber.

The doors began to spin.

"Administrative Division!" he called.

The doors stopped, and one popped open. He went in. Maddie was leaning over a desk, talking to a man Teddy didn't know, and she stood up when she him. "Oi! Lupin! Welcome aboard."

He nodded, not quite trusting himself to speak. He was waiting for someone to say that there'd been a mistake, that his N.E.W.T.s hadn't been real, that he belonged back in Gryffindor Tower with the rest of the children. Someone would ask why he thought he could get away with such a silly morph as pretending to be an adult who was qualified to work here.

Of course, no one did so. The man Maddie was speaking to stood up and held out his hand. "Mr. Lupin," he said. "Cadfeus Croaker, Department Chief. I was so glad to get your application for training. Your academic qualifications are remarkable, and Professor Firenze couldn't sing your praises highly enough after the paper you did on memory and identity."

"Thank you, Sir," Teddy said.

"Mrs. Apcarne will be training you, of course," Croaker said. "I think she would have quit if I hadn't given you to her."

Maddie smiled. "Well, I did have to get into a Transfiguration duel with Logan Byrne after he read the paper, but I won, so it's all good." She tipped her head to one side. "Come on, Teddy. I've got a room cleared for you, and then I think we'll start with the Thought Division, just for fun. Though do watch out for the floating brains, they have a nasty sting..."
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marikenobi From: marikenobi Date: December 18th, 2007 03:21 am (UTC) (Link)
Victoire discovering Tirza
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 18th, 2007 07:54 am (UTC) (Link)
She didn't really need to use Teddy's room for peace and quiet anymore. She'd learned a good charm for her bed hangings to keep all the clamor away while she worked. But she did enjoy having her own secret hideout while Teddy was off on the first Hogsmeade weekend of the year. He'd taken Connie Deverill from Ravenclaw with him, and they looked perfectly happy, though Victoire had heard her starting to talk about Quidditch, and Teddy was bored to tears by Quidditch, so she didn't think the day would go all that well.

Bushy and Checkmate were having a play fight over a string of beads Victoire had tossed them, and she was keeping a wary on them, but otherwise, she was unoccupied. She'd had very little homework to start with, and she'd finished it within an hour. The room needed straightening up. Teddy wasn't horrible about it, but he could do with having his books in order. There was also an ink stain on his work table that really needed cleaning. But he was very clear on the rule: No straightening of anything while he was gone.

So she cast about, looking for something to do. Teddy had a lot of books outside of his schoolbooks, and she thought he might have some interesting Muggle science book for his Muggles and Minions character, so she went to his over-loaded shelves and started to scan the titles. A pile of paperbacks had been shoved to the back of the shelf, and she reached for it curiously.

Her eyes widened.

They were the last thing on earth she'd have expected in Teddy's room.

Fifi LaFolle books. Judging from the covers, which showed dates in the nineties, they were ones that had been ghost-written after her death (Victoire had read an interview in which she complained about the necessity of dictating to a quill instead of just holding it in her hand), but they were definitely hers. The Trials of Tirza. Tirza appeared as one of the usual buxom heroines, wearing skin-tight robes. Victoire was willing to guess that she had a dagger strapped to one of her shapely legs.

Not, of course, that Victoire had ever snuck into Nana Weasley's collection of Enchanted Encounters, or spent a rainy day reading them in Uncle Ron's old room on the top floor.

Why Teddy not only had them, but seemed to have kept them in pristine condition, was a mystery she wasn't sure she wanted the answer to. Teddy sometimes had very odd reasons for doing things.

Curiously, she opened the first book. The first letter, J, was large and intricately decorated.

Just as Tirza Malone had suspected, it was raining when she got to the small, picturesque village of Terwick-on-Water. It always seemed to rain here, as if the sky and earth themselves were in mourning for all they had lost...

She meant to put it down--really--but not until she found out what Terwick-on-Water had lost, and of course Fifi hadn't got to that right away, and by the time she did, there was a question of a ruby, and a jewel thief, and an evil clan who'd taken Tirza Malone's home. It was all very stupid, and she'd read nearly eighty pages when Teddy's door opened and he came in. He looked very cheerful until he caught sight of her. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"I borrowed a book. I didn't straighten! I didn't know you read Enchanted Encounters."

He closed the door. "Say it a bit louder. I'm not sure the seventh-years heard you."

She looked down. "Sorry. I'll give it back. You're the one who's got it. It's not my fault you kept it out. It's not like I was going through anything, and why do you care if I read it?" She closed it and held it out.

He took it. "They were Mum's," he said. "Also, they're fun. But don't tell."

"Oh," Victoire said, feeling a bit small at questioning a thing that had come from his dead mother, but also feeling that it wasn't entirely fair for him to spring that on her. "Well, I'll leave it with you, then. Come on Bushy."

Bushy didn't listen; he was stalking a curl of dust under the skirting board. She went over to collect him.

When she turned around, Teddy was looking at the book thoughtfully. He held it out. "You can borrow it, if you want to finish," he said. "But don't say where it came from and..."

"I won't bend it or tear it," Victoire promised, and took it.
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kiwi_kimi From: kiwi_kimi Date: December 18th, 2007 03:22 am (UTC) (Link)
How generous of you!

Leaving it fairly open, something between Minerva and Teddy well post-Hunter's Moon. If it fits where you're going, make it regarding animagusness. If it doesn't, just a nice bit of Minerva. She's such a great character, and I like her more than ever now she's retired :-)
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 18th, 2007 08:13 am (UTC) (Link)
"Let's have it, Mr. Lupin," Minerva said, sitting back in her chair.

"Have what?"

"Go ahead. Transform. After all this time, I know perfectly well that you're not coming to me to start your studies."

"Well, I..."

She raised her eyebrows. "Was the plan to simply be a remarkably quick learner now that you've come of age, to finish your registration process before you applied at the Ministry next year?"

Teddy Lupin gave her a sheepish look. "Well, something like that."

"So, let's have it. What have you made of yourself?"

"Are you going to turn me in?"

"If I meant to turn you in, I'd have done so when you stopped asking me for more books. There's only one reason I could think of that you'd have done that."

Teddy smiled nervously, and Minerva saw his father so clearly in him that her heart nearly stopped. There were times she looked at him and saw Nymphadora, or even Sirius from some angles, but when he smiled, when he was simply relaxing, it was Remus she saw. She forced an encouraging smile in return.

Teddy nodded. He tensed his muscles--too much, she thought--and then, with a soft pop, he was gone, and a large goshawk rose into the air, circled clumsily, then landed.

"Quite impressive," she said. "Can you change the color of your feathers? Just out of curiosity."

The hawk leaned forward, straining, and its feathers turned a faint shade of violet, then faded back to normal.

"Interesting. Transform back."

Teddy reappeared, crouched on the ground where the hawk had been. He bit his lip, then sat down across from her, in a straight-backed wooden chair. "So... what's next?"

Minerva Summoned her tea set and began to pour. "You prefer your tea light and sweet, as I recall?" she asked.

"Yes, Ma'am."

She gave him a cup. "Well, you've accomplished the magic, but before I clear you to go about, we're going to spend some time making sure you're safe. Your flying was unacceptable. You clearly never practiced."

"Well, I really only got the transformation last year. I can fly a bit, but I do better if I have a running start."

"Mr. Lupin, have you studied how hawks actually fly?"


"You're not staying in the air by magic, or getting there by magic. You've become a hawk. You need to learn to behave like one."

"Oh. I never thought of that."

"Hmm." Minerva shook her head--of course he hadn't. She hadn't, either, until the first time Albus had told her he could have picked her out of an alley full of cats without even needing to look for her markings. "I have a subscription at the library. We'll start work today."

She raised her wand and requested all of the books available on hawks, and ten minutes later, they were working on technique.

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gloryforever From: gloryforever Date: December 18th, 2007 03:24 am (UTC) (Link)
I love it when you do challenge calls :D

I'd like either Ruthless's POV of the breakup with Teddy or Uncle Harry the night before he leaves Teddy and Andromeda's to marry Ginny.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 18th, 2007 08:44 am (UTC) (Link)
Ruthless stayed in the Common Room after Teddy left, staring at the wall and wondering exactly how this had come about. She'd meant to tell him that her parents weren't thrilled, maybe talk about breaking up, then snog a bit and go on with things. She'd thought he ought to at least know why she'd been jumpy.

And of course, she had been. It had been weird all year; the idea that she, Ruth Scrimgeour, the girl with thick glasses and a bad temper, was someone's girlfriend, let alone the girlfriend of someone like Teddy, who was good looking and popular... it had been a bit much, really. And she wasn't fond of the way everything had started to center around it, either. People looked at her now like she was someone's girlfriend, which meant she might be someone else's girlfriend eventually. She'd caught Ken Lanagan, of all people, looking at her appraisingly.

She looked around and saw Weasley, of all people, looking at her with something that resembled compassion, or at least was clearly meant to resemble it. Ruthless didn't care for pity from pretty girls, so she turned around again and stared at the wall.

Had she meant to break up? Had it been her plan? She didn't remember deciding, but she had said something about not wanting to be anyone's girlfriend, so she guessed Teddy probably figured it would only be gentlemanly to let her stop.

She wanted to be behind a tapestry somewhere, snogging him silly.

The other chair made a creaking sound, and she groaned. "Go away, Kirk."

Her younger brother hooked his knee over the arm of his chair and said, "Do I need to do my brotherly duty and beat up Teddy Lupin? Come on, I can."

"No, you can't, and I don't want you to." She shook her head. "And while we're on the subject, if someone needs a beating, you know perfectly well I can give him one myself."

"I need a real sister," Kirk said. "One of those whimpery little things who needs me to beat people up."

"Good luck finding one in the family you've got."

"I know. Rotten luck."

"Yes, you're cursed." Ruthless leaned over and planted one elbow on the place where the arms of the chairs touched. "Wrestle?"

Kirk eagerly planted his own elbow opposite hers, and the arm-wrestled for a few rounds, coming out mostly even. Ruthless had a feeling her days of routinely beating her brothers at this might be numbered, unless she found some good potions.

"So what happened?" Kirk asked during the fifth round, struggling to push her hand over. "Lupin decide he likes someone else?"


"Don't tell me you decided to do what Mum and Dad said!"

Annoyed, Ruthless applied all of her strength, and nearly threw Kirk out of his chair in beating him. "They wouldn't have said anything if you hadn't started running on about how often I was snogging. You made me sound like some sort of tramp!"

"Well, you did kiss a lot. It was weird."

"So I like kissing. Big deal."

Kirk shrugged. "Your call." He planted his arm again, but Ruthless didn't take the bait.

"This is all stupid," she said. "Mum wants to dress me up in lace, and then she doesn't want me to have a boyfriend. What does she want me to be, a dolly?"

"A normal girl," Kirk suggested. "You know." He shrugged again, clearly uncomfortable. "Hey, do you want to do Beater practice? I can throw things at you."

This sounded like an ideal activity. Ruthless went for her bat.
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redlily From: redlily Date: December 18th, 2007 03:24 am (UTC) (Link)
One of Weasley-Lupin children being finally old enough to hear the true story (from either parent) of why the Shrieking Shack isn't there anymore.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 18th, 2007 04:59 pm (UTC) (Link)
"Oh, no!" Julia stopped on the road and looked at her twin sister, Apolline. "I can't believe he's here on our Hogsmeade weekend. That's not fair."

Polly's face fell as she looked up the road toward Screech Hill, where the Shrieking Shack had once stood. The rusty gate stood ajar, and the old shed in the garden, the only building still standing, gaped open. The plan had been to have lunch in the shed, and both girls were carrying take-away boxes from the Leaky Cauldron. "Let's go back to town," Polly said. "Before he--"

But it was too late. Dad, who'd been crawling around the foundation of the old house for some reason, looked up and saw them. He raised a hand in greeting.

"Come on, then!" he called.

Julia sighed, giving in to spending her first Hogsmeade weekend with her father. It wasn't a horrible notion--Dad was reasonably cool, for a parent--but she wished Uncle James had thought to warn her that he'd be down. She ran up the hill, Polly behind her.

Dad met them partway, throwing an arm around each of them. Their mutual speed guaranteed that this would be more of a collision than an embrace, of course, and they all dropped to the ground laughing in the tall grass.

"Sorry," Dad said. "I forgot entirely that it was a Hogsmeade weekend."

Polly gave him a skeptical look. "Then why are you here?"

"Work," Dad said.

"There are mysteries about a burned down house?" Julia asked. "Or is it about Greyback? Are you supposed to look and see about things that might have grown wrong over his body?"

"I couldn't tell you if you were close," Dad said, "but as you're not, I can happily say that it hasn't anything whatsoever to do with Greyback." He tweaked her nose. "And you know better than to believe silly legends about werewolf bodies. Have you ever seen anything growing wrong on your own grandfather's grave?"

Julia shook her head. "Then what is it?"

"I thought I'd redecorate the Shrieking Shack," Dad said. "Some new curtains, maybe. A carpet. All it needs, really."

"Sure," Polly said. "You could toss a curtain over that big piece of glass. And a carpet over the pile of wood there."

"Just so," Dad said. He looked a little distracted, though.

Julia, not really having anywhere else to look, glanced at the pile of wood Polly was talking about. She was surprised no one had taken it. It was shattered, but bits of it could be salvaged. It hadn't burned in the...

She stopped. "Dad, why isn't any of the wood burnt? Wouldn't it all be burnt after the fire?"

Dad sighed. "Wouldn't you rather be at Weasleys' Zonks?"

"We wanted twin time," Polly said. "There's hardly any at school."

"Mm, yes, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw are so far apart that I'm sure you could never survive the walk to visit one another."

"There are always other people," Julia said. "Why isn't the wood burnt?"

Dad looked at her for a very long time, then, for no reason at all, hugged her. "The Shrieking Shack didn't die in a fire," he said after a while. "I killed it."
From: (Anonymous) Date: December 18th, 2007 03:32 am (UTC) (Link)
Yay, I'll be able to partipate this time! *g*

What about...the trio recounting one of their (mis)adventures to Teddy and any of the epilogue children, and their reactions.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 18th, 2007 06:03 pm (UTC) (Link)
"Oh, please! Stay!" Hugo got up and ran to the door after Teddy, looking quite disturbed. "Please, Teddy, you must stay."

Hermione ran up behind him and gave Teddy an apologetic smile. "I'm very sorry. Hugo, you have to let Teddy go."

"But Rosie's gone and Lily went home. Who am I to play with?"

"You could try reading your books."

"Couldn't Teddy read my books with me?"

"I could," Teddy told Hermione, casting a Muffling Charm so that Hugo wouldn't hear, in case she said no. "If you don't mind, I don't."

She nodded. "I suppose. I understand what it's like to be suddenly lonely. If it's really not a bother. He's been so anxious about Rosie leaving."

"I don't mind at all," Teddy said, and broke the spell. He smiled and led Hugo back inside to the parlor. "How about something different?" he asked. "James and I have been working on a story about your mum and dad, you know."

"Oh, good heavens," Hermione said. "Please tell me we aren't hunting for treasure in Antarctica."

"Oh, no. It's about the time you flew to Jupiter and rescued aliens that were caught in that big storm."

"Oh, silly me, and here I forgot about it."

"Do you have a better story?" Teddy asked.


"One that Rosie doesn't know!" Hugo prodded. "Something from Hogwarts."

"I'm not much of a story teller," Hermione said.

"Sure you are," Teddy said. "I remember one a Time Turner..."

"You've had a Time Turner?" Hugo asked.

"Well, yes, actually." Hermione took a seat in one of the wing chairs by the fire. "It was my third year. I got it from the Ministry."

"So you could save the world!" Hugo said, jumping up and down.

"Actually, I got it so I could take more classes."

Hugo looked at her like she'd grown a second head on her shoulder. Teddy thought about the collapsing cabinet at work, where the remains of the Time Turners were continually self-destructing, and wished he'd come along in time to take advantage of them for the same reason. Over the past year in training, he'd found needs for every class he hadn't managed to take at Hogwarts. And of course, he felt there were other particularly trenchant uses of Time Turners, though he didn't think he'd bring them up until he was finished with his training and secure in his post.

"Yes," Hermione said. "I wanted to learn everything." She evaluated the look on Hugo's face, then said, "But as it turns out, it was a good thing I had it. My Time Turner saved Sirius Black's life. And Buckbeak the hippogriff's." She leaned forward conspiratorially. "But you must never tell on me, you know..."

Teddy settled Hugo on his lap, and relaxed to hear the story.
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From: (Anonymous) Date: December 18th, 2007 03:40 am (UTC) (Link)
Ooh! This is so exciting! How about Harry and Andromeda on Teddy? Or talking to Teddy? Or any combination thereof? :)

- Em

(btw, I lurk... so hi! Your stories are wonderful!)
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 18th, 2007 07:31 pm (UTC) (Link)
Harry'd asked Ron not to have his stag party the night before the wedding. He'd wanted to spend the last night here. He was excited about getting married, and was looking forward to the honeymoon, and life in his new home, but he wanted one more night here, a chance to say goodbye to the life that had soothed his heart in so many ways after the war.

He'd stayed in Teddy's room until Teddy had fallen asleep, sitting by the bed, watching Remus's drawings dance around the walls. For a crazy moment, he wanted to just stop time right here, to not leave Andromeda's safe, warm house, to keep Teddy young and innocent of pain he would come to understand later, to just be Uncle Harry forever.

What if the next life wasn't as good as he hoped?

And really, was it his right to break up Teddy's home? It was the only thing Teddy knew, and he'd lost so much. It wasn't fair to suddenly deprive him of another adult.

Teddy frowned in his sleep, muttering as he often did--he dreamed more than Harry ever remembered dreaming, and Harry had dreamed quite a lot--and then suddenly smiling brightly. His hair turned a bright shade of pink, and Harry guessed he was dreaming about being with his mother.


He looked up. Andromeda was standing in the door with a large drink in each hand. Harry hadn't ever really developed a taste for the stuff, and didn't know one from the other, but these were frozen and red, and smelled of strawberries. Andromeda had topped each with a bit of whipped cream.

She handed him one. "Come on outside. He's asleep for the night."

Harry took the drink and followed her out to the garden, where they sat side by side on a bench, watching Bludger and Snitch chase gnomes. He sipped the drink, which was cool and refreshing. "Thank you," he said. "For everything, really. That sounds so small. But... you know how much I..." He looked at her. "It's been good to have a home."

"You'll always have a home with us," Andromeda said. "You and Ginny, and all of your children."

"Won't you come to Grimmauld Place?" Harry asked again. "There's plenty of room if we take a little time to get the upper levels de-cursed. I know you don't have good memories of it, but we could all be together. I could... I don't want to leave Teddy."

"First," Andromeda said, "getting the upper levels de-cursed is going to take longer than you're suggesting, and you know it."

"So there are still three perfectly good bedrooms."

"Which your children will use when they come." She put her hand on his wrist. "This is my home, Harry. I don't want to leave it. And would you take Teddy away from the room Remus decorated for him?"

"I wish there were some way for it to all work, though. I've already cost him so much."

Andromeda gave him a stern look. "You're doing it again, Harry. Confusing yourself with Voldemort. I don't care if you had a piece of his soul caught on you, that doesn't make what he did your fault."

"I should have made Tonks stay where she was. I shouldn't have let Remus out on the grounds."

"Is being all-powerful a drain on your energy, or should the rest of us aspire to it as well?"

Harry looked down. He'd always been surprised that Andromeda didn't blame him for Tonks's death. If he hadn't kicked her out of the Room of Requirement, she'd have weathered the battle. If he'd been ten minutes quicker on the uptake, Teddy would have parents. "Still," he said, "I just want to do everything I possibly can for Teddy, and I feel like a heel walking out on him."

"You're not. You'll be back as often as you can Apparate here, and you know it. And Teddy and I will be over to your house, and the Burrow, as much as we can." She leaned back and took a sip of her drink. "Other families make do with less. The parents split, and there's acrimony and recrimination. We're lucky. There's none of that to worry about. You're leaving to go on to the life you were meant for, and always were. There was never a question of you staying here forever."

"But I'll miss him! I already miss him, and he's just asleep."

"What are you going to do when he goes off to school?"

Harry smiled sheepishly. "Well, they do keep asking me to take the Defense Against the Dark Arts post..."
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lydianmode From: lydianmode Date: December 18th, 2007 03:41 am (UTC) (Link)
Something about Tonks during Deathly Hallows before Teddy is born, if that's within the constraints. I'd love to see your take on what she's doing, what her reaction is to what Lupin is doing, and what she thinks about Teddy.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 18th, 2007 07:41 pm (UTC) (Link)
That's actually going to be part of Safe when I get around to it, so I think I'll save it for there. She may, at some point, throw fish at Remus. ;p
sharonaf From: sharonaf Date: December 18th, 2007 03:49 am (UTC) (Link)
Teddy's reaction to parenthood. He apparently adapts to it quite well, but how did he feel about it at the time?
From: (Anonymous) Date: December 18th, 2007 04:21 am (UTC) (Link)
Oooh! I second this one. Especially after the Teddy/Alderman talk.
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obsfuscation From: obsfuscation Date: December 18th, 2007 03:53 am (UTC) (Link)
Wow, what a treat! A little Vivian in the aftermath of all this, if it's not too depressing. Or Uncle Harry and Neville, in the aftermath of all this. Thank you!
vesta_aurelia From: vesta_aurelia Date: December 18th, 2007 04:04 am (UTC) (Link)
I"ll second THAT!
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