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Spewing out too many words since November 2003
Teddyverse challenge call
Okay, you know the drill. :) I have a couple of days off, and Maze is being plotted so I don't have to keep stopping and starting.

Teddyverse/Shiftsverse scenes you'd like, except for the far future Roost stuff, which I'm thinking about tweaking into original on the advice of readers (or at least seeing if it can be done), so I'll avoid fanfic with the plots. I'll take what's up when I get up in the morning. (I know, really specific time frame, right? I'll post an ETA when I get on in the morning saying, "That's all folks!")

ETA: That's all, folks! (9:03AM MDT)

  1. Teddy and Harry when Teddy is young, for darreldoomvomit
  2. Tonks and Mad-Eye , for trude
  3. Ginny and Molly on motherhood, for sedri
  4. Teddy learns that his parents were heroes, for marikenobi
  5. Part of the Regulus story, for beceh
  6. "That H.J. brat", for Maz
  7. Remus giving teacherly advice for mk_tortie
  8. Luna/Neville, for daphne_23
  9. Remus and Tonks around the time of Teddy's birth, for katyhasclogs
  10. Tonks realizes she's pregnant, for jedi_chick
  11. Something from the afterlife, for got_it_bub
  12. Sending James off for his first Hogwarts year, for demonoflight
  13. Donzo writing a song, for aeterna13
  14. Geoffrey explaining Hogwarts to his parents, for Anon
  15. Teddy and Harry talk about Teddy's desire to be an Animagus, for jme1374
  16. Ted (I), for ronkaperplexous
  17. Something with Albus S., for Anon
  18. Teddy/Ginny bonding , for Anon
  19. McGonagall's thoughts on grown-up Harry, for Lady Stratford
  20. Hannah and Neville, for stepinsidelove
  21. Maddie and Harry talking about something Unspeakable, for Anon
  22. Harry, Remus, and Sirius in the OotP year, for Sylvia
  23. Teddy teaching the Patronus Charm, for willowbough
  24. Teddy and Lizzie, for milaya36
  25. Daniel and Dudley during Shades, for satakieli
  26. James/Ruthless, for Anon
  27. Remus and Daniel from DH year, for Sarah
  28. Some Stray Sirius, for under_crisis
  29. Maurice and Donzo after leaving Hogwarts, for marycontraria
  30. (Just before) Ruthless's Sorting, for darth_pipes
  31. Kreacher and young Teddy, for Anon
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darreldoomvomit From: darreldoomvomit Date: April 27th, 2008 06:55 am (UTC) (Link)
i've never caught one of these in time and now i can't hink of aynthing i want to read... except maybe some stuf from teddy living with harry and ginny. or really, anything with teddy and harry when teddy is really young. i can't believe i am first! woot.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: April 27th, 2008 03:29 pm (UTC) (Link)
Harry decided that winter was his favorite season when Teddy was a year and a half old.

Every other season required quite mad explanations of Teddy's clothing in the Muggle world, as he had to be absurdly covered up to avoid notice of his inadvertent morphs, but in the winter, Teddy was just one more child in heavy scarf and hat, with colorful mittens. Harry had actually had fun picking out the latter in a Muggle store, with Muggle cartoon characters on them (Teddy was in an ecstasy at having pictures of a smiling monkey on his hands), and now, traveling casually down the streets of Little Whinging with Teddy in tow, he couldn't recall ever having been happier. He tried to pretend for a little while that he was just babysitting while Remus and Tonks took a weekend off, but the effort to maintain the illusion reminded him too much of what it was covering up, so he just let go of it and enjoyed Teddy's constant stream of babble, in which words were beginning to appear on occasion, though usually in no context at all--"Gugh vem ahl tea wand flud mug."

"Really?" Harry said. He reached the play park where he'd often escaped as a child--there were other, better ones, but the ones he knew were in the wizarding world and that meant constant interruptions, so this had become his refuge again--and plopped Teddy down beside an ice-fringed puddle. "I was just thinking about that."

Teddy grinned and jumped into the puddle (well, not so much "jumped" as sort of "flopped"), splashing both of them with very cold, muddy water.

"Very good," Harry said. "Nice work."

Teddy laboriously pulled himself to his feet, grabbing Harry's trouser legs for balance. He was new at self-locomotion, really, only having done it for a few months, and Harry privately thought him quite brilliant on the subject. He was also sure that the garbled sentences would really mean something if he listened long enough.

Teddy pointed at the swings. "FEHR!"

"You want to swing?" Harry waved his hand back and forth like a swing.

"Siswi," Teddy agreed, rocking his own hand. "Swih, ucka."

"Good!" Harry said. "You're so clever!" He scooped Teddy up again and went to the swing, using the belt on his sensible, business-like coat to bind them together. There had been a photograph in the Dursleys' living room of Aunt Petunia in this park, baby Dudley tied neatly to her to secure him on the swings. As a small child, he'd just fancied the notion of Dudley being tied up, but now, he understood what Aunt Petunia had been doing. Babies were not quite able to manage swings on their own, and were very good at wriggling free of hands.

He sat down carefully on a swing, ignoring the cold mud puddle that had formed beneath it, and steadied Teddy with his left hand while he held the chain with his right. Gently, he started to prod the swing. The world swayed slowly around them.

Teddy squealed in delighted and threw his head back to laugh at the sky.

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fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: April 27th, 2008 03:55 pm (UTC) (Link)
Tonks was trying to get the blush just right in her cheeks--a simple enough morph when she wasn't five minutes from her wedding, but nearly impossible as it was, especially with the lousy lighting charms in the Ministry storage room where she'd changed into Auntie's wedding robes--when someone knocked on the door.

"Is it Remus?"

A growl came from the other side of the door. "No. No curses I know of about mentors seeing the bride."

"Mad-Eye!" Tonks pulled the door open, delighted. There'd been time to call Mum and Dad and Maddie, and Maddie had collected Daffy and Sanj, but Remus hadn't been able to reach anyone on short notice. Mad-Eye hadn't thought he'd be able to make it back after showing up this morning, telling them, "Do it before lunch, as the bloody Ministry'll have it illegal before dinner." He was going to try distracting them. His presence meant that he hadn't succeeded, but no edicts would actually come out before noon, so Tonks guessed that she still had a good half-hour in which Remus was allowed to be married. She'd be outraged on behalf of other werewolves later, but she was quite frankly only concerned about her own just now.

"No luck," Mad-Eye growled. "They've already passed the new werewolf laws and they're on to worrying over vampires." He sighed. "Tonks, you need to know something--it's also going to be illegal to be married to a werewolf. You do this, you'll lose your job."

"Oh, for God's sake, don't tell Remus that."

"He already knows. The gossip's been leaking in."

"I don't actually give a hippogriff's hindquarters about my damned job. I'd've quit anyway. Do you think I want to work for the Ministry like this? You tell him that for me, will you? You're pretty much the only one of Remus's old friends who's here, except for Mum and Dad, and there's no question of which of us they're here for. So--"

Mad-Eye held up his hand. "Already took the liberty, Tonks."

"Thank you."

"He's also been bellyaching about not having a proper ring to give you, you know. He can't get into Gringotts to get the one he has stashed in Bill Weasley's vault."

"I know. I Conjured one for the ceremony, but we'll just have to get a permanent one later, it doesn't matter, and--"


She stopped. Mad-Eye smiled, which was always a disturbing look on him. He put his hand into his coat pocket and drew out a small velvet pouch. "Did I ever tell you I was married?"

Tonks's mind couldn't quite process that information. "What?"

"Yeah. Best girl I ever knew, name of Eliza Hendricks. Pretty thing. Huge laugh. We had a little girl, too. Edna, after my mother. Favored Eliza, by some stroke of luck."

"Mad-Eye, I didn't know... what happened?"

He shuddered. "I'd been out tracking a Dark wizard called Fitzpatrick. Fitzpatrick was doing some tracking of his own. He killed Eliza and Edna."

"Oh, my God, I'm sorry! I had no idea..."

"It was a long time ago," Mad-Eye said. "I doubt your parents were out of nappies at the time. But ever since I met you, when Dumbledore had me out to Hogwarts to try and talk you out of this crazy job--sorry, I didn't do very well at it, I guess--I've been thinking about my little Eddie, and what she'd have been like. I reckon she might have been something like you. Laughed a lot, anyway."

"Mad-Eye, I..."

"Hush, now, Tonks." He took her hand and put the little velvet bag in it. "I reckon I'd have given these to Eddie when she got married, if she'd been alive and got married. So I want you to have them. You and Remus."

Her hand shaking, Tonks emptied the bag into her hand. Two plain gold bands with a faint beveled edge fell out.

Mad-Eye closed her hand over them. "You go be happy, Tonks. I've got your back."

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From: (Anonymous) Date: April 27th, 2008 07:27 am (UTC) (Link)
I don't have a specific request, but I wanted to wish you luck on your original writing. I really do think that your world has deviated far enough from JKRs that some of your far future stuff could become part of a totally new series. You're a very talented writer, and I hope I'll be seeing your work at the bookstore someday!

In the meantime, keep writing about younger Teddy all you want! We won't get tired of him!

fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: April 27th, 2008 04:01 pm (UTC) (Link)
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fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: April 27th, 2008 04:36 pm (UTC) (Link)
Ginny still hadn't got used to sitting in the stands for Harpies games, but the Healers had been quite adamant about broomstick accidents. Fly slowly, they said, if you have to fly at all. There had been horror stories about miscarriages caused by crashing brooms. Mum said that babies weren't so very fragile that they couldn't handle a nice, slow broomstick ride, or there'd be no people left on Earth, but even she agreed that Quidditch flying, with its dives and nearly inevitable collisions--not to mention fast-flying Bludgers--was a bigger risk than a woman ought to take while responsible for a little thing growing inside of her. Ginny couldn't quite think of the baby yet as a real, actual person. Just a speck of something, perhaps a bad curry, which gave her a sour stomach in the morning.

Although she couldn't remember ever having loved bad curry, or anything else, quite as much as she loved the speck.

"Budge over."

She looked up. Mum had made her way back from the man who was selling rosettes, and had two Harpies rosettes, two large goblets of pumpkin juice, and a plate of what appeared to be large corn chips smothered in cheese, meat, and vegetables. They'd been appearing at games since Mexico had won the World Cup last year, but Ginny hadn't tried them yet. She consulted the speck, and it didn't seem to have any objections to trying a bite, so she gingerly pulled one from the bottom, laden with ground beef and some sort of pepper, while Mum got settled in.

"The Healers are saying no butterbeer these days," Mum said. "Butterbeer! I don't think it did you and your brothers any harm, but I suppose they have their reasons."

Ginny nibbled at her corn chip, which was tasty but very greasy. On the pitch, Susan Galloway hit a Bludger hard at the Canons' Seeker, Marcus Vole. Ginny's eyes went to the Chasers. They ought to be taking advantage of the distraction to move the Quaffle forward, but instead of passing it, Anna Larkin was flying straight into a Chudley ambush. Ginny stood up and screamed at her to pass it to the new Chaser (Ginny's own replacement), but she didn't do it, and ended up losing possession.

Ginny sat down. "I'm going to have a word with Anna later. Honestly. That was just stupid. I ought to be out there. I should be out there."

"Ginevra, it's a Quidditch game." Mum handed her the pumpkin juice. "You'll survive not making the calls, I promise."

Ginny Incinerated her corn chip in frustration. "Is it always going to be 'just a Quidditch game'? Can't I ever worry about this sort of thing again? I like this. This is what I do."

Mum laughed. "Oh, you can worry about it all you like. And after the baby's born, I imagine you can start flying again, at least until you decide you can't wait to have another."

Ginny tried to imagine another speck altogether, and failed. "Catriona McCormack went back to playing after her children were born."

"And there's no reason you shouldn't, if you still want to."

"Really? I thought you'd say... well... you stayed home, and..."

Mum shrugged. "First, I had seven children. Second, we'd no money to hire private tutors for you, which I imagine Catriona did--she didn't hurt for gold even when we were at Hogwarts, and that was before she made her Quidditch fortune. Third, I enjoyed teaching. That was what made me happy."


"--wasn't hiring. Also, I didn't have any particular specialty. I liked teaching children to read. They can all read by the time they get to Hogwarts."


"So I liked staying home with the lot of you, and having lessons. But you're not me. You'll find your own way of being a mum."

"Everyone says it'll change me completely."

"Rubbish. Your life will change, and you'll want to look after the children, but you'll still be Ginevra Potter, and you'll be the mother that the woman you are needs to be. It would be too much work to try being someone else when you have a pile of nappies to clean and a baby crying at two in the morning. I'm afraid you're quite stuck with yourself, Ginny."

Ginny smiled.

On the pitch, the Snitch appeared, and there was no chance to talk as the stands erupted in wild cheering for their heroes.
marikenobi From: marikenobi Date: April 27th, 2008 07:55 am (UTC) (Link)
I'd like to see a scene of the first time Teddy learns / realizes that his parents were war heroes
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: April 27th, 2008 05:15 pm (UTC) (Link)
Teddy had never thought twice about having his parents' Chocolate Frog cards. On Daddy's, he was smiling fondly at something, and the stats on the back said when he was born, and when he died, and what he'd done. It also mentioned him as the first werewolf to complete his N.E.W.T. level studies at Hogwarts. It also said that he enjoyed drawing and was remembered as a very good teacher whose O.W.L. and N.E.W.T. classes got the highest average scores on their tests in fifty years. Teddy liked to pretend that Daddy would teach him things that he liked, and sometimes, he would have very nice dreams in which Daddy explained something to him, and he'd always wake up knowing how to do it. This was how he'd learned to tie his trainer laces when he was five, though it had made Granny cry when he'd said how he'd learned it, so he hadn't told her about how he'd learned to add numbers that were four numbers long last month.

Mummy's showed her sitting at the base of an arched window, her hair turning interesting colors. Teddy had learned to do each of them, and would sometimes look at the card and try to time his morphs with hers. She was identified as "Nymphadora 'Tonks' Lupin," which was very funny, as she had only ever been "Tonks" or "Dora Lupin," and Granny said she would have started spitting fire if she'd known that they called her "Nymphadora," which was also funny to think about. Teddy thought his mummy must have been funny, like George Weasley and Lee Jordan, even though the back of the card hadn't said anything about her being funny. It just said she was an Auror, the last one accepted before the war, and that she and Daddy rescued Muggle-borns and helped werewolves together. Teddy also dreamed about Mummy sometimes, and they always had adventures together.

He hadn't thought about other children not having Chocolate Frog cards of their parents, to tell them all of these things. Baby James had cards of Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny, and there were cards of Ron and Hermione, which the new baby would have. Victoire kept her parents' Frog cards in little frames, which Teddy thought was stupid, since she couldn't read the backs of them. So it seemed perfectly normal, when he wanted to know secrets about Mummy's friend Maddie, to ask her son Frankie--who was Teddy's friend, even if he was quite old, nearly nine--if he could see her card.

"I don't have one," Frankie said.

"What do you mean? Haven't you found it yet? We could get a bag of frogs and look."

"They didn't make a card for my mum."

Teddy frowned. "Why not? Didn't they like her?"

"Well... I don't think they know who she is."

"Why not?" Teddy asked again. Frankie looked flummoxed.

The door opened, and Maddie came in with a tray of sandwiches and sweets. "I thought you big boys might be hungry," she said.

Frankie took one of the sandwiches. "Do you have a Chocolate Frog card, Mummy?"

"I have lots of them. Which one did you want?"

"The one of you," Teddy said. "I haven't seen it."

"Oh," Maddie said. "Oh, no one ever made one of me. I haven't done anything!"

Teddy frowned. "What do you mean? I have my parents' ones..."

"Teddy, your parents were heroes. They saved people's lives, and died fighting Voldemort."

"Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny and Ron and Hermione didn't die, and they have Chocolate Frog cards."

"Well, you don't have to die, but you do need to do something that... well, that other people notice. Your parents--Teddy, you come from an unusual family. They're all heroes."

"What's a hero?"

Maddie sat down on Frankie's bed, between a pair of dragons who were engaged in a quilted battle on his bedspread. "It's someone who risks himself or herself to help other people. Someone brave and strong."

"You're brave and strong."

"But I didn't actually do anything. Your parents gave everything so the rest of us could have normal lives. That's why they're heroes."

Teddy considered this. He supposed it made sense. Maybe that was why everyone got teary when they talked to him. His parents had done something other than teach and be funny.

He looked out the window, wondering why such important people would want to let him have dreams about tying his trainers and playing at adventures.
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beceh From: beceh Date: April 27th, 2008 07:57 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh excellent! I never seem to catch these when they're on!


I'm very intigued with the Regulus story so maybe a conversation between Teddy, Harry and Regulus?

Or if you don't want to do that,

Andromeda and Ruthless having a little chat?
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: April 27th, 2008 06:04 pm (UTC) (Link)
Regulus Black stared up at the ceiling of the bedroom he'd grown up in. Directly above him, he could see the curled bases of newspaper articles he'd clipped about the Dark Lord, back when it had seemed such a nice, refreshing change. He'd been entranced, convinced that the man calling himself Lord Voldemort had the power to heal all the wounds of the pure-blood world. He'd excused every sorry lapse of judgment, every mad raving, because it had felt good to be doing something that he perceived as "important."

His stomach turned. Andromeda had been able to purge the poison from his system the same way Regulus himself had purged it from Kreacher's last month... or forty years ago, depending on one's perspective.

Sooner or later, he would have to leave this room, step out into this world that Teddy Lupin and James Potter--the second James Potter--had dragged him to. Lily Potter--also the second--had been in several times to tell him what it would be like, and who was in power, and he'd listened as intently as he could, but it all seemed very alien.

There was a knock at the door, and he flicked his wand at it to open it. Teddy slipped in with an armload of books on the two wars and the people who'd fought them, as well as another month's worth of the Daily Prophet. Behind him was the unassuming man who was now the owner of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, and apparently the greatest hero of the age, though Regulus's Lily-centered perspective on him was largely that he was easy to get things from, but quite the hypocrite about the children getting into trouble at school, and of course, terrible about his clothes. Regulus didn't care about his clothes. Harry had been very decent to him over the two weeks he'd been back, letting him back into the house despite the Dark Mark, telling the younger people to back off from time to time if he noticed Regulus getting tired. He seemed cross about the situation, but it was always directed at Teddy and James, never at Regulus.

Teddy set down the books and Conjured a chair on one side of Regulus's bed, and Harry Conjured a chair for the other. Teddy's was a rustic wooden straight-backed affair; Harry's, a puffy armchair.

Teddy leaned forward. "It's time to talk about your situation," he said. "Uncle Harry and I have been round and round it."

Regulus looked at Harry. "You've been hospitable, but I have the impression that you're not glad of my fortuitous escape."

"I'm not at all sure about mucking about with history," Harry said. "It's not you in particular. I've admired you for a long time, actually. But--"

"But I didn't change history," Teddy insisted. "This was what always happened after Kreacher left the cave." He turned to Regulus. "I've been able to establish some level of communication beyond the Veil. There was never a trace of you. And you'd never surfaced, even when we cleared that lake of the Inferi, which everyone assumed you were."

"They thought I was an Inferius?"

"It's not entirely out of line," Harry said. "You were dragged under the waves by Inferi."

Regulus supposed it was logical enough, though the thought of it made him shudder.

"But Kreacher saw him go under," Teddy said. "He didn't see him die, and no one else ever had the slightest proof that he had. He was just gone."

Regulus didn't especially appreciate being referred to in the third person, but wasn't in a position to object. "So, a quarter of a century before either of you were born, you and James were there with that Cloak, just waiting to snatch me from the jaws of death."

"Exactly," Teddy said, as if it made any sense at all.

"Teddy, we both know what this is about," Harry said.

"So I managed to give Death a bloody nose," Teddy said. "He'll recover, I'm sure. Why is this any different from Granny curing a curse, or finding an antidote for a poison? Or you running around doing Shield Charms to keep bloody Death Eaters from killing your friends--no offense, Regulus."

"None taken." Regulus picked at his covers. "But what am I meant to do now? I don't imagine that running around saying, 'Hullo, I'm Regulus Black, former Death Eater,' is going to open any doors."

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From: (Anonymous) Date: April 27th, 2008 08:30 am (UTC) (Link)
Ooh, I finally get a chance to participate in one of these! Yay! What a great day to de-lurk.

Okay, so I'd really love to see some Honoria/Corky or... That H.J. brat. Maybe his spat with Neil? I totally have a thing for the brats right now.

And I'd also like to throw in that I'm so excited about the far future stuff becoming an original! Really, it is so far past JKR's stuff that I think it makes a lot of sense to do that. I can't wait to see what you do with it!

fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: April 28th, 2008 12:27 am (UTC) (Link)
Gavin Cleary did his best to stay clear of the whole mess, as H.J. Traynor was his cousin and on holiday, there wouldn't be any Head of House to get in his way. H.J.'s mother had married Gavin's mother's brother--Mum called her a "treasure tramp"--and poor Uncle Simon never seemed to stand up to her at all. He didn't even go behind her back to cross her. Uncle Simon had been a Hufflepuff, and Mum blamed every passing badger for his fate in life.

H.J.'s mother was from Liverpool, and she had a loud, nasal voice that made Gavin want to run for cover. Her own folk had been Fletchers, and she'd tried to make the connection to the Order of the Phoenix to place herself better, but as Mundungus Fletcher hadn't exactly distinguished himself (and Aunt Florence wasn't actually related to him, anyway), it hadn't got her far, so she'd been determined to place herself as high up as she could. Unfortunately, she wasn't very bright, and decided to prove her sophistication by naming her son the wrong thing in an effort to sound like she respected Harry Potter. Neil Overby certainly wasn't the first to point this out, and he wouldn't be the last, but neither Aunt Florence nor H.J. would hear anything of it.

H.J., in fact, tended to get a bit miffed.

Which was why Gavin ducked behind his bed hangings, just opening them enough to peek out, the minute he heard Neil say, "But I've met Harry Potter and I asked what it was short for, and he said that he's just Harry."

H.J. narrowed his eyes. "Are you saying my mother got it wrong?"

"Well, yes."

From his perch, Gavin could see H.J.'s shoulders twitching and his fists clenching. Neil was little, and probably wouldn't last long if H.J. started in on him, so Gavin chanced saying, "Don't."

H.J. turned on him. "What did you say?"

"I mean, he's, er... not worth losing points on, is he?"

This seemed to pass over H.J.'s face like a cloud, but then it was followed by a little storm of pleasure that Gavin didn't like one little bit.

"You're right," H.J. said. "He's not worth points at all. You know who he is, don't you?"

Neil, who'd been heading over to his own bed, stopped. "It's not your business," he said.

"Oh, yes it is," H.J. told him. "I knew you'd end up in our year. I kept these, just so I'd know who you were when I saw you." He went to his trunk and pretended to search, but of course it was right at the top. He unfolded the newspaper clipping and cleared his throat. "Werewolf attack leaves boy Cursed..."

Neil shoved him, hard. "That's not your business. Don't start."

H.J. growled at him and made claw shapes with his hands. "Grr, grr, the werewolf's coming after me..."

Neil pulled his arm back to strike. "You shut up."

"Grr, grr..."

Neil balled his fist, then hesitated. Then he turned on his heel and left without another word.

H.J. bent over double laughing. "Oh, there's a right tiger. Weretiger. I'm scared now!"

The other three boys in the dormitory didn't look like they wanted to laugh, but they'd assessed the situation, and went along, laughing politely while H.J. roared.

There was a knock at the door.

"Get the door, Gavin," H.J. ordered.

Gavin crawled out from behind his bed hangings and opened the dormitory door. There were two older boys there, one the blond fifth-year prefect who'd brought them up. The other had been tagging along, and Teddy supposed they were both fifth years.

"All right," the prefect said. "Who started the fight?"

"What fight?" H.J. said.

The smaller fifth-year raised his eyebrows, and the prefect nodded. "Five points from Slytherin. Nice work on Sorting Night, Traynor. Next time I hear about you giving someone trouble, it'll be ten points." He sighed and muttered something about "Honoria" and "interviewing" to the other boy, then left.

The smaller boy waited until he was out of earshot, then looked at H.J. and said, "If I'm the one who catches you, you won't be worrying about points." He waved his wand and said something in spell language, and suddenly, H.J. ran for his bed, his hands over his ears. The older boy looked at Gavin. "If his ears don't stop ringing in five minutes, take him to Madam Pomfrey. Tell her Maurice did it."

With that, he left the first years to their inaugural night.
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mk_tortie From: mk_tortie Date: April 27th, 2008 08:30 am (UTC) (Link)
Remus giving teacher-ish advice would be lovely :)
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: April 28th, 2008 12:22 am (UTC) (Link)
"Oliver, you just need to calm down. You'll be fine."

Oliver Wood sat miserably at his desk, reading the practice N.E.W.T. Remus had given his seventh-years last week. Oliver's marks were passing, but nothing to celebrate about. As he wanted to play professional Quidditch, Remus wasn't entirely sure why he was determined to get an Outstanding in Defense Against the Dark Arts, but he wasn't one to discourage the ambition.

"But this a mess!" Oliver said. "I'll look like an idiot if I miss a simple vampire essay on the real N.E.W.T.s I can't believe I missed the garlic."

Remus sat down in the student desk beside him. "Everyone misses things, Oliver. Even obvious ones. On my N.E.W.T.s, I managed to forget how to beat an Imperius Curse. I'd known the answer for years, but I just forgot. I got an Outstanding anyway--there are a lot of questions."


"You'll remember more if you don't panic."

"That doesn't help. Now I'll panic about whether or not I'm panicking."

Remus laughed. "All right. Oliver, you know the material. You're just afraid of the test."


"Well, the same people who do the N.E.W.T.s write the O.W.L.s. How was your O.W.L. mark?"


"And your mark in class last year?"

"Outstanding, but that was Lockhart. Anyone who memorized his books got Outstanding marks."

Remus didn't let him back out. "That's a lot of books to memorize. Nothing wrong with your memory. And what have I given you this year that you think you can't handle? I don't remember you getting any particularly bad marks."

"It's not that! I learned quite a lot from you!"

"So why are you afraid of your tests?"

He shrugged. "I'm just not sure."

"You'll be fine. What would you do if you ran across a vampire?"

"Garlic. And stakes, of course."

"A lethifold?"

"The Patronus Charm works on a lethifold."

"A nundu?"

"Find help before approaching it."

"A werewolf?"

Oliver looked up, and Remus realized that he'd figured out the secret just before he said, "I'd try to prove that he's a damned good Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

Remus looked down at his hands. "I'm... Oliver, don't go in worrying about that. The testers have no idea. Whether you do badly or well is for you alone. Stop worrying about anything else in the world."

Oliver nodded. "Well, then... I imagine I'd go for a capture, and try to help in the morning."

They went on with an impromptu review session, and when they finished, Oliver was considerably calmer. He thanked Remus and stood up.

"You know that was a lie, though, right?" he said.


"It matters who the teacher is. It matters a lot."

Remus looked down again. "Thank you, Oliver. And--"

"Don't worry. Anyone else who's figured it out hasn't got it from me."
From: (Anonymous) Date: April 27th, 2008 09:01 am (UTC) (Link)
Hooray, I also chose a great time to delurk! Hmmm, if possible I would love a glimpse of the Luna/Neville relationship you hinted at in the first Teddy story, before they break up - if that isn't too random a sideline!
From: daphne_23 Date: April 27th, 2008 09:02 am (UTC) (Link)
Sorry, that was me. Am still getting the hang of this LJ thing :)
katyhasclogs From: katyhasclogs Date: April 27th, 2008 09:26 am (UTC) (Link)
Ooh, this is a first for me - time differences mean I usually miss the call.

How about Ruthless and Victoire sometime in their teens or early twenties and talking about Teddy.


Remus and Tonks around the time of Teddy's birth.

fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: April 28th, 2008 12:24 am (UTC) (Link)
Dora had been sitting on the chair, holding Teddy, for nearly an hour, and he had finished eating and was now just squirming. She sympathized. Watching Remus's hands as he drew was making her feel a bit squirmy as well. She'd told him she was fine--between Mum's Healing skills and her own ability to return her body to its familiar shapes, she really was perfectly healthy--but since Teddy's birth, until he'd started drawing her, Remus had tended to approach her with nearly religious awe. When he touched her, she thought sometimes that he intended to leave a burnt offering behind.

In some ways, this wasn't an inconvenience. His kisses had taken on a kind of all-encompassing ecstasy that she wanted to drown in, and his caresses, though almost worshipful, weren't at all tentative.

But she hadn't gone to the trouble of rapidly healing herself just for some kisses and caresses. At the moment, her highly-worshiped head was filled with visions of her skin smeared with charcoal as his hands moved over her body.

"Teddy's getting restless," she said.

Remus stopped drawing. "Do you think so?"

"Oh, yes. Would you like to put him down for his nap?"

This was a rhetorical question. Remus seemed determined to make up for the nine months Tonks had had Teddy to herself by carrying him everywhere. He put down the charcoal and plucked Teddy up from her arms.

"Shall we have a nap, Teddy?" he said. "Shall we have nice, long nap, all warm and snug in our blankets?"

Teddy shifted and made a comfortable sort of sound that might have been an agreement. Remus held him close and kissed his head, the same look of awe on his face that he generally gave Dora. He looked young and dazed by the random kindness of the universe. Watching Remus discover that the world could still be good and kind was worth any trouble that accompanied it.

She stood and stretched, and followed him to Teddy's nursery, where he was bending over the cot wrapping Teddy up in blankets. He picked up the old tattered rabbit that Bill had rescued from Gringotts for him--it had been his own favorite toy as a child--and held it over Teddy's face.

"It's naptime," he said, nodding the bunny's head. "Teddy's naptime, everything's well..."

Dora listened to this, leaning against the door, loving them both. The war could rage outside, but it wouldn't touch this room, would never scare the gentle butterfly on the ceiling, or the tame hippogriff that gamboled around the door. This was Teddy's world, and the war was not allowed in it.

Teddy made his sleep sounds--a clicking tongue, a blown bubble. His hair lazily changed colors from brown to pink to green to yellow, then finally went light brown like Remus's, then gray.

Remus laughed and smoothed it down with his finger. "I don't think you need it gray quite yet, Teddy." He kissed the baby's head. "But I'll never be tired of watching that. No." Teddy made one last gurgling sound, then Remus looked over his shoulder and said, "I think he's out."

"Usually, by now," Dora said. "Now, I'm not sure if you remember, but my hair changes color as well, if you'd like to watch it." She winked. "But I'm awfully tired. Perhaps I should do it in bed."

Remus blushed and laughed. "Er, yes. Yes, I think that would be... quite intriguing."

Dora backed across the corridor, praying that she wouldn't trip over anything and ruin the mood. She made it safely into the bedroom, and pulled her tee shirt over her head, twirling it absurdly before tossing it aside.

He came to her.

The baby woke them with a healthy cry as the sun set, and they smiled weakly at each other. The worshipfulness hadn't left Remus's eyes entirely, but it had changed somehow, become more familiar and warmer. Dora kissed his chest, then let him get up to tend Teddy while she Summoned her clothes from the corners where they'd been tossed. She could hear him murmuring across the way, hear Teddy calming down .

Then there was a crashing knock at the door, and the cry came again, lusty and frightened.

"Remus! Tonks!"

"Fred?" Dora called, pulling her shirt on and coming downstairs. "What are you doing here?"

"Harry broke into Gringotts yesterday. It's here. He'll need the Order at Hogwarts."
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jedi_chick From: jedi_chick Date: April 27th, 2008 09:45 am (UTC) (Link)
Tonks realizes she's pregnant with Teddy OR something with grown-up Teddy and James.

Real life has kept me from commenting regularly, but I do love your latest Teddy story! And good luck with the original fic. :~)
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: April 28th, 2008 12:20 am (UTC) (Link)
The first few days of morning sickness, Tonks had interpreted as part of her grief over losing first her job (she'd got the owl on the way out of the Ministry office where she'd been married, and Remus had started his self-recriminations), then the Shrieking Shack (after the two best days of her life, it had been all Remus could do to keep her from blowing it to bits rather than letting the Death Eaters have it through their Gringotts connections), then, worst of all, Mad-Eye, in the insane flight out of Little Whinging. It seemed impossible that her life could have changed so much in so short a time. Add it all up with sheer, unreasonable envy of the huge wedding Fleur was planning in only a few days, and a little nausea was more or less to be expected.

But the moon was waxing toward gibbous, and that meant that she was brewing Wolfsbane Potion. It also generally meant that she needed to restock after a few anti-bloating potions and painkillers, but as she started chopping the wolfsbane, she realized that she hadn't used any of them this month. She started to shrug it off--stress could do strange things to the body's schedule, but then she stopped, mid-chop, realizing that her life had changed this month, that she was someone's wife, that there were things other than stress that might cause this particular change this time.

And she was chopping a highly toxic plant.

She dropped her knife and ran to the kitchen, where Mum was sipping her morning coffee.

"What is it, Dora?"

Tonks paused and raised her wand at herself. She gulped. "Exquiro Corpus."

Through the glamor of the spell, she saw Mum stand up, eyes wide. Light danced across Tonks's skin, pooling on a strained muscle in her shoulder from the flight to Harry's, creating an eddy around a gash she'd managed to give herself moving one of her wardrobes, flowing neatly around the ankle she'd twisted as Remus dragged her, cursing, away from the Shrieking Shack.

But none of that mattered.

At the center of her body, a bright, white light seemed to explode outward, creating starbursts and cascades around the kitchen. She looked up. "Mum," she said, and her voice sounded very distant to her, "I think perhaps you'd best chop the wolfsbane, if it's all right."

Mum's face broke into the sunniest smile Tonks had seen on it in years. "I'll do the whole thing. You just walk me through it. But I think you'd best go talk to Remus first."

The spell began to fade, and Tonks's wonder at it was nibbled at by a sudden fear. Remus wanted children--she knew that--but everything had happened so fast, and he blamed himself for ruining her life for some reason. What if...

She shook her head sharply. It was ridiculous. The one thing Remus had ever wanted was a normal life, and what could be more normal than his wife expecting a child? He'd be thrilled.

She smiled, and went out to the garden, where he'd last been seen sulking over the cabbage patch.

He'd be thrilled. She knew it.
From: (Anonymous) Date: April 27th, 2008 10:22 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh yay!

I've never caught one of these in time.

I don't know though.

Maybe something with Tonks and her friends from anywhere really.

Or something from the afterlife, with Tonks and Remus and James and the whole lot. :)
got_it_bub From: got_it_bub Date: April 27th, 2008 10:23 am (UTC) (Link)
oops that was me :p
demonoflight From: demonoflight Date: April 27th, 2008 11:03 am (UTC) (Link)
I want to see the Potters and Teddy sending James off to his first year at Hogwarts. Teddy HAS to be there, James would be ultra-disappointed if his Teddy isn't there, right? =)
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: April 28th, 2008 05:49 am (UTC) (Link)
"Lupin, you know you're not coming back this year, don't you?" Neville Longbottom asked, winking. "Really, it's all right to miss the train."

"I'm seeing James off," Teddy said, scanning the crowd. He spotted Aunt Ginny's red hair in a far corner and nodded a farewell to Prof... Neville, then wound his way through the crowd.

Lily spotted him first and cried out, "Teddy's here!"

A second later, Teddy saw James's face popping up above the crowd, and guessed he'd stood on his trunk. "You made it!" he called.

"Of course I made it," Teddy said, slipping between two Gamps to join the Potters. "I'm not going to miss seeing you off. You have everything you need?"

James smiled broadly. "Oh, I think so. Lots of extra parchment."

"Always useful."

Aunt Ginny rolled her eyes and tugged the sleeve of James's arms to get him to climb down. He did so compliantly and let her fuss at his hair. "Now, I know you'll get into trouble, so I won't bother giving you nonsense about no owls, but if I find out you've got in trouble for being cruel or dishonest, you won't have to worry about detentions, because I'll be there as fast as I can get someone to answer the gate-bell."

James looked shocked. "I wouldn't do that."

Al harrumphed. "Sure you wouldn't."

"I'm never cruel to you!" James protested. "You just need to be tougher."

"Enough," Uncle Harry said. He put his hands on James's shoulders. "I know you'll be fine," he said. "I'm not sure how well I'll do, but I'm quite sure you'll be fine."

"Oi, Potter!" a boy called, passing by with a trolley.

"Look for my cousin Marie!" James yelled. "She's saving a space!"

"Excuse me," Uncle Harry said, "I'm trying to be maudlin here."

"Oh, right." James arranged his face into an unconvincing mask of tragedy. "I'll miss you."

"Mm, yes, I'm sure you'll waste tragically away before the Sorting feast." Uncle Harry smiled fondly and mussed James's hair (which didn't really need any more mussing than it had got from nature). "On the off chance that you survive that long, write to us after the Sorting feast, and let us know where you end up."

James frowned. "Shouldn't I just end up in Teddy's old room? Don't they just put you in whatever room the seventh years empty?"

"Damn," Teddy said. "Come to think of it, I think I left something there. You'll have to find it for me."


"I don't remember. You'll just have to look for my sign."

James looked intrigued. Teddy didn't think he was taking any great risk--the likelihood of James being Sorted out of Gryffindor was negligible. And even on the outside chance that someone else got to the room first, neither Teddy's "sign"--one of Mum's butterflies on the skirting board--nor the Keys to the Castle, which were hidden behind the board, would make sense to anyone else.

Lily looked avidly between them. "Sign?" she repeated. "Teddy has a sign? Like in books?"

James frowned, apparently not keen on losing his status as the center of attention. "I'll find it," he said.

The train's whistle blew loudly, and students all over the platform started rushing on board. James confidently lashed his trunk to his trolley and turned it around. He'd got about halfway there when he stopped very suddenly, let go of the handle and ran back. He threw his arms around Uncle Harry. "I'll miss you Dad. Really."

Uncle Harry hugged him back, then Aunt Ginny did. James bent to give Lily a great bear hug, and then curled an elbow around Al's neck and kissed his cheek while he was locked in position.

"Ew," Al said, wiping it off ostentatiously. "You're very late."

James gave him another kiss, just to annoy him, then started to hug Teddy, and drew back, looking flummoxed.

Teddy hugged him, and he hugged back happily enough.

"Go on," Teddy said. "No adventures until you're on the train at least."

"Avoid adventures on principle," Aunt Ginny said. "I'd like you back at Christmas in one piece."

James grinned, and headed off into the steam.
aeterna13 From: aeterna13 Date: April 27th, 2008 11:14 am (UTC) (Link)
Donzo writing a song. :)
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: April 28th, 2008 05:46 am (UTC) (Link)
Donzo had never written a song for an occasion before, unless one counted songs written for Muggles and Minions games, which were generally meant to be funny. Writing one for Professor Longbottom's wedding was more difficult than he'd thought it would be. He'd write a little bit, then back off, sure that it was too treacly to be borne. Then he'd go on for a while and realize that he wasn't writing anything that particularly applied to the Longbottoms; it might have been any song. So he'd try to specify, and then it became a rather tacky thing that made him feel like a particularly slimy lounge lizard.

He plunked the keys of the Weird World piano absently, then commanded it to play back the sequence. It didn't make any more musical sense in playback than it had originally. He leaned forward and let his forehead plunk down several clashing notes near middle C.

He'd give just about anything to take back the release of "Into the Gray." It was making money and people liked it, but it was also apparently good, and now people would expect all of his songs to be good, and if someone thought he'd skimped on Professor Longbottom's wedding song, they'd think he was snubbing a war hero, giving him substandard dreck, and--

A hand fell onto his neck, and he looked up, expecting to find Dad. Instead, Ellsworth Wintringham had plopped down beside him. He was wearing some kind of heavy aftershave, and Donzo guessed that he had a "dinner appointment," as he never failed to call it, with Teddy's grandmother.

"Trouble?" he asked.

Donzo shrugged. "Just stuck on a song. I promised I'd write one for Professor Longbottom's wedding. I've tried it from words and from melody, and I can't seem to get anything that's worth, you know, Professor Longbottom."

"It's a tall order," Ellsworth said. "But I'm sure young Neville will have things on his mind other than whether or not your song is perfect."

"But it's a wedding gift. It should be good."

"All right." Ellsworth absently played the opening bars of "Rule, Britannia," then said, "Well, what kind of song is it meant to be?"

"Well, it's a wedding, so I imagine a love song."

"And what do you know about the bride?"

"She's, er..." Donzo groaned. "I don't know anything! Only that she's not Vivian."

"And who is Vivian in all of this? Why is Neville not marrying her?"

"I don't know. I think it's a werewolf thing."


"I guess the bride helped him out after Vivian left."

"I wouldn't sing about that at the wedding. The groom might not notice, but the bride will."

This didn't help Donzo's nerves. "I also don't want it to come out like some tacky ballad. It shouldn't sound like a Muggles and Minions song."

"A what?"

"A song I write for the game. 'Gray' started out that way, but it turned into something else. No one can tell it's a ballad."

"Well, why not look at it that way? When you think of Neville and his bride, what do you think of? Tell me the story, at least what you know of it."

Hesitantly, Donzo told Ellsworth about the year that Professor Longbottom had been seeing a werewolf who was kidnapped by Fenrir Greyback, and while she was missing, his friends--including the bride-to-be--had come to support him and cheer him up. The bride had needed his help to buy the Leaky Cauldron, and they'd spent time together, and the next thing anyone knew, they were engaged. "I don't really understand it."

"Don't you? Sounds like a hero found out what it meant to be a man."

Donzo blinked. It did sound like that. A snatch of a lyric--"you found the man inside"--came into his head. He floundered around for his notebook.

"Got it?" Ellsworth asked.

"I think so," Donzo said, scribbling madly. The melody would be simple, but he'd back it with some powerful instrumentals...

"Good," Ellsworth said. "Because I am keeping a lady waiting, and no one ought to do such a thing."
From: (Anonymous) Date: April 27th, 2008 11:17 am (UTC) (Link)
Geoffrey explaining about hogwarts to his parents ?
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: April 28th, 2008 05:44 am (UTC) (Link)
As long as Geoffrey could remember, there had been a red flag on the parlor wall, with a clenched black fist rising up from it. It hung between Mum's bookshelves (economic theory) and Dad's (sociology). His own books had once been lined up under it, and some of them still were, though they were still a small child's books, with pictures in primary colors. Most of his books now were from Hogwarts, and had to be kept hidden when he was at home. Some had magical properties, all had magical subjects. Many were in Latin, and Mum had been quite embarrassed having to explain to a colleague why Geoffrey was learning an effete Imperial language that was the mark of the hopelessly bourgeoisie.

It was the flag and bookshelves Geoffrey pictured when he sat down to write a letter home. Mum would get home from her last class of the day, sit down on the caned chair by the small roll-top desk, and read whatever he sent her. Dad would come home from one of his meetings later, possibly with a black eye from some Tory union-buster, and read it to himself.

Geoffrey pictured it very clearly, and began to write.

Dear Mum and Dad,

I have tried to get them to use standard post, but of course, they hold fast to their ridiculous owls. Surely, there's some law against abusing birds like that? If not, there ought to be.

You met Professor Flitwick of Ravenclaw, who is my Head of House. The House itself is allegedly for people who are interested in learning, but naturally, most of them are quite dull, and uninterested in any scientific advances. To get inside, you have to play a tedious sort of game with a door knocker that asks esoteric, ivory tower sorts of questions. I actually feel like I'm living in an ivory tower, it's so neat, and so far removed from reality.

Aside from Professor Flitwick, I've met the Headmistress, Professor Sprout, who once taught Herbology, but now has bought fine, fashionable clothes to try and fit in with their elites. There is also one Professor Neville Longbottom, who has a cult of personality based on something he did in their previous war. (I don't know if you remember Flitwick talking about that when he came, but it's quite the martial spectacle here.)

My year is very small, as it seems they managed to kill quite a few of each other in the war. There are only fifteen of us. Only one was placed into the military house (Gryffindor), so maybe they've learned something, though the song they sing makes Gryffindors sound brave instead of idiotic. Typical. In my dormitory, there are three of us. One is another Muggle-born boy--his father is a mechanic in Leeds--and one is, I am not kidding you, some sort of famous singer. Pure-blood all the way back, bragging about how many generations his folk have been in Ravenclaw. Like anyone ought to brag about being part of
this nonsense. Oh, yes, I'm so proud of being part of an elitist gang that hasn't learned anything in a thousand years.

I've learned that we Muggle-borns tend to be persecuted every few years, and that other creatures, like werewolves, are oppressed. They all seem to think they just need to be accepted in the system. No one realizes that the system is the problem. But I'll try to teach them.

On a better note, the air is very clean and there are a lot of green plants. So many that I think they've forgotten there are places that don't have them.

I will write again soon, though hopefully, I will find a way to send it that simply uses a stamp.

Your son,
From: jme1374 Date: April 27th, 2008 12:35 pm (UTC) (Link)
I'd love to see Teddy talking to Harry about his desire to become an animagus. Maybe that would include how McGonagall got involved - but maybe not. And/or the reaction of Tonks and Remus in the afterlife.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: April 28th, 2008 06:08 am (UTC) (Link)

Harry looked up from the papers he'd brought home at the sound of Al's voice. "What is it?"

"Dad, you have to come out! There's a bird in the courtyard. It's dancing for Lily."

"Dancing?" Harry stood up, drawing his wand. It was probably nothing--he'd let down the security on Number Twelve in the past few years, but it was still strong enough to repel any reasonable threat--but he didn't choose to take chances with a dancing bird. He opened the door and followed Al out to the courtyard. Lily and James were standing among the Black family graves, clapping with delight at the large red-tailed hawk that was standing in the birdbath, flicking water at them from the tips of its wings. It looked up at Harry in a sheepish way.

Harry rolled his eyes. "James, Lily, Albus--please go inside. I want to have a conversation with your friend."

They protested, but Harry gave him his sternest look, and threatened to send them to bed without pudding. Finally, he put James in charge and told him to make sure the others got inside. This seemed an effective strategy, though Lily looked mutinous.

Harry turned to the hawk. "Aren't you meant to be at Hogwarts?"

The hawk took off from the birdbath and landed on a small bench, where it suddenly transformed into Teddy Lupin. "Thought I'd drop in," he said, grinning hopefully.

Harry sat down beside him. "This is very illegal, Teddy."

"I throw myself on the mercy of the head of the Auror division."

"Well, personally I think these things are better defense if not everyone knows about them," Harry said after a while. It was true enough. An Animagus form would certainly be a safe escape for Teddy, if he ever needed it. Harry just hoped no one would think to wonder if he himself knew about it. He could imagine Rita's headline already--Potter Plays Favorites With the Law. He sighed. "So we'll pretend you Flooed, and you'll only have trouble for leaving the grounds without permission."

"Good," Teddy said. "I've been working at it for a few years."

"I guessed as much. Nice work. It's a good animal to become. How does it feel to fly without a broomstick?"

"A lot better than flying with one." Teddy raised his arms and stretched them. "Strains the shoulders a bit, though." He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and morphed his hair a few times. At sixteen, he was even lankier than he'd been at fifteen. "I couldn't get it for the longest time," he said. "I was going about it all wrong. I had to know who I was. It was when I figured that out... last year... after..." He bit his lip, not wanting to bring up last year any more than Harry did. Last year was last year.

"Is that how you got out?"

Teddy nodded. "I used all the books the Marauders used," he said. "They made notes. Your dad was so smart. I couldn't have done it without him."

"Why did you do it?"

"Well... don't you remember, when I was eleven, I wondered if a Metamorphmagus Animagus could change its fur color?"

"And that's why?"

"Well... also to, you know, well... they did it."

"I don't think the Marauders would want you to spend your life copying them."

"Am I a dog, a deer, or a rat?" Teddy raised his eyebrows, then shrugged. "They got me started. I finished on my own. It's all right to do things just because they did, you know. Did you ever think about trying it?"

"In all my spare time?"


"I didn't," Harry said. "A stag wouldn't be the most useful shape for undercover work. But I'm glad you did. Did you fly all the way down from Hogsmeade?"

"I Flooed to the Leaky Cauldron," Teddy admitted. "But I took off as soon as I'd turned, and flew most of the way across London. Perhaps I'll start carrying my own post now."

"I absolutely draw the line at copying Hedwig," Harry said.

Teddy blinked, then realized he was joking and smiled faintly. The little lapses in communication, Harry thought, hurt more than the blow-ups. Teddy shrugged. "Well, I'll be sure to keep a respectful distance..."

They talked a bit longer, feeling their way into this new, adult relationship, and when it started to rain, they went inside, talking comfortably now, and Teddy helped James and Al make supper before Harry sent him back to Hogwarts through the Floo.
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ronkaperplexous From: ronkaperplexous Date: April 27th, 2008 12:44 pm (UTC) (Link)
Hmm... Something with Ted (the first) or something with Neil? How ultra vague... but I'd be happy with anything with either. :)
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: April 29th, 2008 05:01 am (UTC) (Link)
"Do you want a marker?" Mum asked. "I think we could put one of those stones up. Can you put his name on it with...?" She gestured to his wand.

"I'm still underage," Ted said. "But I don't really care."

"Andromeda's here."

Ted looked up. "What? How would she..."

"Your mum sent my owl back," Andromeda said, coming out of the house. She had an armful of flowers and she put them down on the freshly turned dirt, then knelt beside Ted. "I took a bus and a taxi. I wish you'd called yourself. I'm very sorry. Dodger was a good cat. I'll miss him."

Ted swallowed hard. He'd been trying very hard to not think about what he was doing, to not imagine that the cat who'd been his constant companion for eight years was in the box he'd buried. It didn't work. His vision blurred, and he pounded his fist on the ground. "What the hell did Dodger ever do to anyone?"

"It was an accident, Ted," Mum said. "He didn't do anything."

Ted looked at Andromeda. "What do you think, 'Dromeda? Was it an accident?"

She sighed. "I don't know, Ted. It was at the side of the road. He doesn't know this neighborhood. The cars come very fast. It could have been."

"He wasn't bleeding. There was no blood anywhere. And he wasn't hurt."

"He might have been hurt on the inside," Mum said. "It rained that night. The blood might have washed away."

Ted kept looking at Andromeda, and she looked down at the grave. Her throat was working to keep from crying, and Ted realized that she knew. She knew what had happened. She knew for sure.

He stood up. "Who did it? Who killed my cat?"

"I don't know."

"'Dromeda, tell me."

"I don't know!" she repeated. "Ted, when I sent the owl back, I told you that you oughtn't send her again. She showed up during dinner at Auntie's! I told them it was just a question about schoolwork, but the didn't believe me, and they took the letter."

The feeling went out of Ted's legs, and he fell back to the ground. The letter had been private. Very private. "Did you Vanish any of it?"

"I worked as quickly as I could, but they saw something about my hands..." She looked guiltily at Mum. Mum nodded and went inside. When she was gone, Andromeda said, "I got rid of what you wrote about my"--she pointed to her breasts, which she'd let Ted see in June, and which he'd foolishly praised--"but they still saw talk about kissing, and they know that's not at all a subject that's taught at Hogwarts."

"And one of them decided to kill my cat? They couldn't have just beaten me up?"

"I don't know, Ted. I really don't. It really might have been an accident. But everyone scattered after supper. One of them might have..." She looked down miserably. "I'm sorry. I never meant for this to happen."

He brushed it off. "I'm the idiot who wrote it down and sent it by owl in the middle of the day. It's my fault."

"If it's anyone's, it's whoever did it. But it might have been a car, Ted. It really might."

"Do you believe that, 'Dromeda? Do you really believe it?"

She shook her head, then her face seemed to collapse on itself as her eyes screwed shut and tears coursed down her cheeks. "I don't. I'm sorry, Ted, I'll leave, I won't let them do this to you, next time, it could be you or your mo-mo-moth--"

He put his arms around her. "People are looking after Mum and me," he said.

"I'm not risking it. You have to stop seeing me. I don't want to ruin your life!"

"No," Ted said. "Not a chance."

"But... Dodger...!"

The name twisted in Ted's stomach. He thought it would be a long time before he stopped hurting. But he was damned if he'd lose Andromeda Black as well. "Not a chance," he repeated.
From: (Anonymous) Date: April 27th, 2008 12:47 pm (UTC) (Link)
How about something with Albus S. Potter?
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: April 29th, 2008 05:02 am (UTC) (Link)
James and his mates were off at Hogsmeade.

It was utterly unfair that first and second years still couldn't go, and even more unfair that Al Potter's face looked just like the most recognizable face in wizarding Britain, so there was no chance of just sneaking in, even if James had offered to leave him the Marauder's Map. Nevertheless, he was stuck at school, and he just knew James was having a much better time, and he, Al, would have to hear all about it later.

Al got on well enough with his dormitory mates, but they weren't his particular friends, and he didn't feel like making any effort to think of anything to do with them today. He'd already written a letter to Lily; she'd surely write one back, commiserating about James, but it wouldn't come until at least tomorrow. He supposed he could go try to shake Rosie out of Ravenclaw, or even pick a war with Scops Malfoy (Scops was a decent enough bloke, but their fathers' history had made a handy framework for picking hex wars and duels), but Al hadn't quite mastered a Patronus just yet, and wasn't sure where either of them were. On a whim, he scooped up James's cat, Martian, and said, "Go find Rosie, will you?"

Martian blinked at him in a confused way, then buried his nose under his paws and went to sleep on the Common Room sofa.

Well, it had been a thought.

He stalked around the Common Room for a few minutes, looking at the titles of the books on the shelves, reading notices on the board, finding nothing that would actually keep him busy.

"What are you looking for?" someone asked.

Al turned and found Jane Virgil, a Muggle-born first year. She had thin, lanky blond hair pulled into a pencil-thin braid, and a large nose with blotchy freckles on it. Al couldn't recall ever seeing her speak with anyone, though she'd been in the Common Room quite a lot since the second of September. He shrugged. "I'm not sure. Just something to do."

She bit her lip. "I have a game called Scrabble. It's not magical, so it might be boring..."

"I've played it at Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione's," Al said. "It's fun. But I don't really feel like it."

"Oh." She looked down and started to scuffle away. "Sorry to bother you. You just looked like you wanted company."

"No, no bother. I do want company. I just don't know what I want to do with it."

"Oh. We could... I don't know. Do you know anything about the school? I've looked around a little bit, but I don't know much."

"I know some." Inspiration struck. "Do you want to go to the Forest?"

"The Forbidden Forest?"

"Well, it's not much of an adventure if it's the 'Come right in' Forest, is it?"

Jane seemed to consider this, then shook her head. "Maybe some day when it's not so cold."

"Oh." Al frowned. "Well, I suppose we could go up to the staff family wing, now that no one's there. Or... have you met any of the ghosts?"

She brightened. "Just Nick. He showed me how they didn't cut his head all the way off."

"Always a good conversation," Al said. "What about Myrtle? Have you met her? I know she haunts one of the girls' toilets..."

"I've seen her, but I haven't talked to her. No one likes her."

"I like her," Al said defensively.

"Well, maybe we could meet her, then. And what about the other ghosts? Do you know the Friar and the Gray Lady and..."

Al laughed. "Yes. I know them all! Grew up around them."

"Oh, so your family is a wizarding family."

"Just a bit. My dad's Harry Potter."

Jane winced. "I have to tell you something--I've heard that name, but I have no idea who he is."

"Really?" Al blinked. "Wow. That's new." He went to the portrait and opened it. The Fat Lady had been making noises about being replaced, but so far, she was still hanging there. "While we're looking for Myrtle, I could tell you the story. Myrtle's in it, you know..."
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From: (Anonymous) Date: April 27th, 2008 12:59 pm (UTC) (Link)
ooh. I love these! :)
I'd love to see some Teddy/Ginny bonding!
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: April 29th, 2008 05:03 am (UTC) (Link)
"Can I help with that?" Teddy asked, pulling over a tray of onions that Ginny meant to chop.

Ginny raised her eyebrows, surprised. "If you'd like. But I'm afraid you're still underage. You'll have to use the chopping knife." She handed it to him.

He started to dice the onions with the same expertise he used with potions ingredients. "I like to cook," he said.

"Really? I didn't know that."

"I've been taking care of it for Granny when she's working, or writing."

"That's nice," Ginny said. She Summoned her recipe collection and began to rummage for Mum's tangy marinade. "I'm glad you and Harry managed to work out whatever happened at school. He's been miserable thinking you hate him."

"I don't hate Uncle Harry," Teddy said. "Not ever."

Ginny found the recipe and began Summoning the ingredients. "Teddy, is there something wrong? Did you want to talk about something?"

"I really made your life miserable last year, didn't I? Making Uncle Harry sad."

She sighed and sat down, letting the marinade ingredients start to chop themselves and dive into a cauldron. "Teddy, I've loved Harry through a lot of miserable times. I'm used to them."

"But it was selfish of me to make one happen, and I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

"Apology accepted," Ginny said. "But Teddy, you have the right to feel whatever you happen to feel."

"I don't have to express it, if it's going to make someone else feel bad."

"Sometimes you do. Otherwise, it festers. And families tend to take the brunt of it, because we can't very well get rid of one another."

"I'm not--"

Ginny gave him her sharpest glare, and he stopped his protestation about his place in the family. She reached across and touched his wrist. "It's good that you worry about other people. But we worry about you, too. You don't have to be the one who swallows his bad feelings down all the time. It's not very attractive to see someone blow up and say horrible things, but we're going to keep loving you anyway. I'm afraid you don't have a choice on that."

"I can still try not to hurt anyone."

"That's fair."

He chopped two full onions, and Ginny wondered if he'd chosen that particular job to explain his red-rimmed eyes. Finally, he looked up and said, "I'm also sorry about when you first got married. I was a right brat."

She shrugged. "When I was first married, I was honestly to happy to care whether or not you were being a brat. I'm sorry to tell you this, Teddy, but you were just a minor annoyance." She winked.

He smiled. "All right."

"I was actually jealous of you when Harry and I were engaged. He was always carrying you around and talking about you, and rushing to get back to Andromeda's to tuck you in and kiss you goodnight. Of course, I wasn't much older than you are now."

"I hadn't thought of that. I wonder if I'll be engaged in a couple of years."

"Is there a girl involved in that question?"

"At least two."

Ginny rolled her eyes and set the fire under the cauldron to get the marinade going. "Teddy, if there's more than one, I wouldn't worry about it quite yet."
From: (Anonymous) Date: April 27th, 2008 01:03 pm (UTC) (Link)

Mighty Mac!

This is great! I've been hoping I'd finally get to go in for one of these. :)

How about McGonagall's thoughts on Harry through the years (what's changed; what's the same) now that he's an auror. I love her interactions with Teddy, and I imagine her feeling the same way about Harry although unable to lighten up because of her position as his head of house at the time.

Lady Stratford
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: April 29th, 2008 05:03 am (UTC) (Link)

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Minerva arrived at Harry Potter's office ahead of any of the others involved in the matter of Fenrir Greyback. She supposed the others still had posts to attend to.

Harry was sitting behind his desk, which was a disorganized mess of files and scrolls. Behind him, tacked to the wall, were colorful drawings from James and Al and Lily.

The idea of Harry as the head of the Auror division and a father of three was somehow absurd. Harry was just a skinny little boy, or the baby wrapped in blankets in Albus Dumbledore's arms, or the angry teenager who had jumped to her defense against Death Eaters. Certainly not this serious-minded Auror, going through his case records with a grim expression on his face.

He looked up and smiled faintly. "Professor McGonagall! I didn't hear the door open."

She sat down, raising an eyebrow. "Not particularly vigilant, Mr. Potter."

"Yes, I'm sure Mad-Eye is cursing me somewhere."

"I've no doubt of it."

"I've called Father Alderman and Vivian as well, and Hermione's done some research. Bill and Fleur are coming, but I don't think Bill really knows much to contribute about Greyback. But as soon as Ron gets back, we have to go fetch Teddy and his friends. They're camping, of all things. I was going to check one more lead, but Anthony said he'd take it so I could go there. I tried to Floo them through their campfire, but the tents are deserted. There are some towels about, so I'm going to assume they're swimming."

"A fair guess."

"I'm going to let Teddy stay for the briefing. He needs to know. Victoire should know as well." The door opened, and Ron Weasley leaned in, looking grave and very tired. Harry stood up. "I have to go now. Professor, would you wait here for--"

"Of course," Minerva said. "Go."

Harry and Ron Disapparated.

Minerva was alone in the office. She looked at the exuberant crayon drawings from Harry's children, one of which bore the huge signature, "James Sirius Potter." The notion that Harry's father James, were he alive, would be the grandfather of three, was simply disturbing, so Minerva chose not to think of it often. James was still, in her mind, the sharp-tongued, quick-tempered boy from the third row of her Gryffindor Transfiguration class, and she loved him that way. Harry's own James was enough like him to make Minerva's heart ache sometimes.

Beside the children's pictures, Harry had put up photographs of all of his loved ones, living and dead. Albus Dumbledore smiled lazily out of his frame, and James and Lily danced at their wedding with Sirius Black laughing behind them. Ginny and her brothers had a food fight at the Weasley home. Hermione had her nose in a book. Remus and Nymphadora sat comfortably together at Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. Five-year-old Teddy giggled at the camera, his hair changing colors rapidly. There were others, dozens of others. Minerva thought she even caught a glimpse of herself at one Christmas gathering or another. It seemed that Harry was surrounding himself with every token of love he knew.

It was a far cry from the lonely, unloved boy he had once been, but it was, of course, that boy who'd collected all of this, that boy who needed it so desperately that he'd built this sanctuary for himself in the middle of his workplace. There were no accolades or public notices of the sort that always decorated the offices of important officials, no framed newspaper clippings about solved cases or promotions, no certificate of completion of his apprenticeship. There was certainly nothing about Voldemort's war. Only these faces, caught in the act of living life, happy and loving.

Harry had blossomed from this kind of nourishment, Minerva thought. The Hogwarts kitchens had fed him, but it had been love he'd been starving for, and he'd apparently decided never to go without it again. It had made him a stronger person, and a better one.

The door opened, and Hermione Granger--Weasley--came in, her arms laden with books, and Minerva occupied herself with helping to control the slipping pile until the others started to arrive.
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stepinsidelove From: stepinsidelove Date: April 27th, 2008 01:05 pm (UTC) (Link)
Ooh, how about something with Neville and Hannah falling in love? Or, anything with Neville being awesome at all.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: April 29th, 2008 06:38 am (UTC) (Link)
"All right, you," Hannah said, getting down on her hands and knees and staring down the fat rat in the corner of the wine cellar. "Either you sit still and let me stun you, or I'll Transfigure into a snake and let Neville at you instead."

Behind her, from where he was working on the stairs, Neville snorted. "I've done my quota of snakes, thanks."

"Fine, start your quota of rats." Hannah jabbed her wand at the miserable thing, and it scooted around her wrist and disappeared into the shadows on the far side of the cellar. She couldn't believe how often she'd eaten here without knowing what a complete disaster it was under Tom's proprietorship. It would be two years before she had it in any sort of shape to open for people to eat and drink here.

At least she had Neville here to help. She'd joked that if he didn't keep the stairs in order, she'd have to leave him for a carpenter--thinking only later that it had been a mistake, that Neville had been left quite often enough--and he'd taken the job agreeably enough, though Hannah knew she wasn't one of his great loves. She suspected that, in three months time, she'd be commiserating with Parvati Patil about being a short story between competing epics. But it was certainly a comfortable sort of thing to have with a man for the nonce. At least there hadn't been any angsty absurdity when they'd gone from friendship to dating. Vivian had left him, and two weeks later, he'd said, "Hannah, would you like to go to dinner with me?" And the transition was made. The pay-off for angst would be expected to be much higher. Simple start, simple end. Simple--

There was a movement in the corner, and the rat scurried out into the light. Hannah took aim at it with a Stunning spell and missed. "A little help, Neville?"

"I have complete faith in you, Hannah."

"Oh, yes. Well, who wouldn't have faith in the girl who Conjures flamingos when she's meant to make a pincushion?"

"Certainly not the boy who couldn't keep track of his own Remembralls."

"That was a long time ago."

"So were the flamingos."

Hannah smiled. "All right. But you'd best be working on those stairs, and not just buttering me up so I'll catch the beastie."

"Hannah, I should warn you that if you're going out with me for my mechanical skills, you might be in for a grave disappointment."

"Hmmph." Hannah bent at the waist and stalked the rat, which was nibbling at a bit of something rotten at the bottom of one of Tom's old barrels. She raised her wand and jabbed it, and a moment later, the rat fell over to one side, Stunned. "Ha," she said. "Got you now. Let's get you outside." She scooped it up, and, on second thought also grabbed what it had been nibbling on. She took them both out to the alley and left them beside a rubbish bin.

When she got back inside, Neville was grinning.

"What?" she asked.

"Hannah, did you just leave that rat something to eat?"

"Well, it has to be got rid of."

He laughed and leaned against a broken railing, which promptly gave way and spilled him onto the stairs he'd been fixing. This only made him laugh harder. "I do love you," he said, then wiped tears from his eyes. "Come on. We'd best get the railing together if we don't mean to make a habit of falling down these things..."
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From: (Anonymous) Date: April 27th, 2008 01:05 pm (UTC) (Link)
Ooh! Maddie and Harry discussing any knowledge of his experience with Voldemort she might have gained from being an Unspeakable--possibly with the Maze.

Thanks, Fern!
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: April 29th, 2008 02:50 pm (UTC) (Link)
"Identity really isn't my division," Maddie said, opening the door into the mirror room and letting Harry Potter go in ahead of her. Perhaps in a month or two, she'd be able to feel some excitement at having met and helped him, but at the moment, all she could feel was the empty space where Tonks and Sanjiv and Remus had been. She thought Harry Potter looked like he was in the same condition.

"I know," he said. "But I really don't know any Unspeakables, and Andromeda said I could trust you."

Maddie swallowed hard, trying to get rid of the tight spot in her chest. "How is Andromeda? I saw after the--" She couldn't quite say "funeral," but Harry nodded. "She looked horrible. I don't know what to do for her."

"I don't, either," Harry said. "Could you close the door?"

Maddie closed the door and, for good measure, soundproofed it. "What do you need?"

"I need to make sure that there's nothing inside me that shouldn't be. Dumbledore said I was whole."

Maddie frowned. "What's going on?"

Harry sat down miserably and held his head. "Do you know anything about Horcruxes?"

Maddie nodded. "I had to study them rather extensively in my training. The splitting of the identity is dangerous."

"Yes. Well, Tom Riddle apparently didn't care. He made seven of them."


"Only six deliberately. I was an accident."

Maddie blinked. "You...? Voldemort turned you into a Horcrux? Then you're linked to him? Because you'd have to be utterly destroyed to get it out."

"I was."

"No, I mean, you'd need to die, Harry."

"I did."

"Oh." Maddie had no idea what else to say, so she just repeated. "Oh."

"I was still tethered to Riddle--it's complicated--so I was able to come back, but supposedly, the Horcrux is gone. Dumbledore said it was. But being dead doesn't necessarily mean he's right, does it?"

"I'm not sure. I'd think being Dumbledore would probably have more to do with that than being dead."

"Yes, and Dumbledore makes mistakes." He took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I keep having nightmares that he's still lurking, and he comes out"--he looked up nervously--"around Teddy. I can't have that."

Maddie Summoned a chair over and sat down across from him. Beside them, a mirror showed a small, skinny boy with scabs on his knees and a chubby girl with thin blond hair. "Harry, I'd be surprised if you weren't having nightmares. You've been through a lot, and you're taking a lot of responsibility for Teddy--"

"Of course I am! D'you think I'd let him be alone? He'd have parents if it weren't for me!"

"Unless the Horcrux is talking, that's nonsense," Maddie said firmly. "It was bloody You-Know-"


"-who did it." Maddie called over several of the mirrors, all designed to show different parts of the identity, then pointed her wand at Harry. "This'll take an hour or so. But I'll check everywhere. If there's anything left--"

"I'll have to die again."

"--we will fix it. But I don't think there is. If you died, it ought to be gone. Let's get started."
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From: (Anonymous) Date: April 27th, 2008 01:12 pm (UTC) (Link)
Hi, another newby here - thought I'd join the fray!
How about a scene with Harry and the three Potter kids?
Or some Harry/Sirius/Remus interaction from the OotP year?
Or something with the Delacours in France? (Speaking of which, kudos to you for writing in GOOD French when you have to; it's just plain annoying when you stumble upon some garbled French in an otherwise good fic. I send you a big 'merci' from France just for this. Keep up the good work!)
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: April 29th, 2008 03:36 pm (UTC) (Link)
Remus didn't have a lot of time to drop in at Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. He was spending too much time at the Muggle library, preparing for classes, and in the files Dora Tonks brought him about various Death Eaters who might be a threat to Dudley Dursley. There had also been some activity among the werewolves, and Remus didn't like a few of the rumors that were perking along, though he hadn't seen any real proof that Fenrir Greyback was back in the country. Greyback wasn't exactly subtle in his presence, so Remus was fairly convinced that it was a massive case of vapors on the part of the lycanthropic community. Most were preparing to flee. On the bright side, this was because they believed Harry's story (via Dumbledore) without question. On the less bright side, not to put too fine a point on it, they were fleeing. En masse.

"So, the werewolves are afraid of werewolves?" Sirius said, carelessly Banishing piles of dust into the bins Molly had set up. "That's twisted."

"Why would it be twisted? The one thing we all have in common is being attacked by werewolves."

"I notice you're not running."

"That's because I have nerves of steel and an unflappable constitution," Remus said, striking a pose. "I fear nothing, I run from nothing..."

"Except my cousin and a bunch of mistletoe."

Remus sighed and shook his head. Sirius had managed to convince himself that he, Remus, was in love with Dora. Who was barely more than a child, and who he would hardly put in the path of of a storm of persecution, anyway. Last Christmas in the Orkneys, he'd charmed mistletoe to follow her everywhere. Even sweet-tempered Dora had finally got cross with him and Incinerated it. He'd just laughed.

As he was laughing now, just as Harry poked his head around the door, carrying a bucket full of rags. "What's the joke?" he asked.

Remus glared a warning at Sirius, who just said, "Moony. Always good for a laugh. I take it our orders from General Weasley have changed?"

Harry smiled awkwardly--Remus wished Sirius wouldn't draw the battle lines quite so solidly, as Harry clearly loved Molly Weasley--and said, "She thinks wet-dusting might be the best idea on the chandelier. And I'm to start on the skirting board." He offered the bucket.

Sirius flicked his wand, and all of the rags came dancing out. Most of them started to attack the chandelier, but a handful started work on the skirting board. "Have a seat, Harry."

"Well, I..."

"Go on. Moony hasn't had a word from you in two years. He needs to know everything about your life. Whose heart have you broken lately, other than the winsome Miss Weasley's?"

"I--Ginny--er... what?"

"Don't mind Sirius," Remus said. "He hallucinates."

"Perhaps the lovely Hermione?"

"What? No!" Harry looked scandalized at the very notion. "Only Rita Skeeter thinks that."

Sirius stopped and affected a mournful pose. "Oh. In that case, strike it from your memory that I ever uttered the word."

"Done," Harry said, and sat down on a dusty love seat. "What have the pair of you been doing?"

Sirius put an arm over Remus's shoulder and said, "Setting up housekeeping, of course." He made a loud smacking noise beside Remus's ear.

"Hallucinating," Remus repeated dryly. There were stories to tell from last year, he supposed, but they were mainly Sirius's. Remus himself had just been living quietly in his Orkney shack and not expelling the Hogboon he'd promised to expel. Nothing that would interest a fifteen-year-old. He supposed Sirius had told him about his flight around the world, and Dora's discoveries. Harry would probably not be interested in the little three-person family they'd made to listen to the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Remus rather doubted that he'd want to hear about the tournament at all. "How are your aunt and uncle?" he asked.

"Same as ever," Harry said, then cast around for something else to say. "Dudley's went on a diet last year," he offered hopefully. "The twins played a trick on him with some sweets they were selling."

"Heard about that," Sirius said. "Nice work."

Remus let the two of them slip into their easy conversation, and tried not to jump in too often. Sirius was the godfather, after all.

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willowbough From: willowbough Date: April 27th, 2008 01:28 pm (UTC) (Link)
Since you alluded to it so tantalizingly . . . Teddy teaching his mates the Patronus-Speaking spell--and still having issues about "replacing" Remus.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: April 30th, 2008 07:35 am (UTC) (Link)
He'd asked Uncle Harry's permission before he started teaching the Patronus Charm to his friends. He didn't want to spoil something that Uncle Harry thought of as a particular Lupin-Potter-Lupin chain, but it had turned out that he didn't really mind, and had taught it to Dumbledore's Army himself. He said he was curious about how it would go.

"It's a complex spell. You're not actually meant to learn it until seventh year."

"But everyone knows you used it, so everyone's trying it. There are going to be more people who can do it now." Teddy looked up cautiously. "And all of my friends are in different Houses. It would make it quicker for us to be able to help each other if we could communicate without chasing one another around. And that would be safer."

Uncle Harry didn't really look like he believed it, but said, "You know, Teddy, I've watched you teach James things over the years. I'm curious as to how you'd do with this."

Teddy squirmed. That wasn't his intent. He wasn't a teacher, and wasn't going to become a teacher. That was Dad's job. "I probably won't do very well," he said. "I've really only taught James to tie his shoes and use a quill. And it's James. He's very quick to pick things up, even if it's just me, and--"

Uncle Harry frowned. "Teddy, what is this about?"

But Teddy hadn't felt like explaining. He knew that the answer would be that Dad wouldn't mind, that he'd just love to see other people in his post, that he'd just burst with pride to see Teddy take the job that had been stolen from him. And Teddy suspected that all of this would be true, but it wouldn't make him feel like any less of a vulture, picking at Dad's carcass for any juicy tidbits he could abscond with.

Besides, he really wasn't a good teacher, except one on one, with someone who learned as quickly as James did.

But his friends learned quickly, too. He supposed that he'd just sought out people who liked to learn. After a few midnight meetings in Firenze's classroom, most of them had the basic idea, and Ruthless had produced a perfectly formed fox. Three weeks in, everyone but Maurice had created a corporeal Patronus--Donzo's raccoon had joined Ruthless's fox, and Frankie's badger skipped merrily around. Corky was delighted with a huge bear. Tinny had produced a donkey, much to her annoyance, and Teddy's girlfriend, Laura, managed a fluffy lamb. Lizzie Richardson, who Teddy thought one of the smarter, prettier girls in his year, had started coming after the first few sessions, and had only taken a week to catch up and create a cow. She wasn't in the least embarrassed by it, as she'd grown up on a farm and owned cows. She spent half an hour telling Teddy about them, until Laura stalked over and pulled him away.

They were all working on the speaking spell, and Patronuses were flying madly around. Maurice looked increasingly hopeless at the misty cloud that was all he'd been able to produce. "I'd best give it up, mate," he said. "I'm wasting time."

"No, you're not," Teddy said. "You're just getting in your own way, I think. What are you thinking about? I mean, if it's not too personal."

Maurice shrugged. "I don't know. We had some nice trips together--my family, I mean--before we came back here. I liked Madagascar. I was thinking about a sunny day there."

"Why that particular trip?"

"I don't know. Wendell and I saw some monkeys with rings on their tails. I thought they were funny. It's stupid, I know. I should think of something better."

"You can think of anything that makes you happy," Teddy said. "Maybe put them together. The day in Madagascar and something else. What about Weird World? You had a good time there."

"No." Maurice thought about it. "But it was nice. I mean, having friends."

"So, when did you start having friends?"

"The first night I was here. Corky started talking, and the next thing I knew... you know. Here I was. And then the games, and you and Don and the others."

"So think about that!"

"But it's silly."

Teddy laughed. "You worry too much about things being silly. Just try it. Think of the best game we've had."

Maurice closed his eyes and concentrated, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth, and called, "Expecto Patronum!"
milaya36 From: milaya36 Date: April 27th, 2008 01:45 pm (UTC) (Link)
I wouldn't mind some James with his peers - i.e. not Teddy, etc., but the kids in his year or just around it. Any age is pretty much fine.
milaya36 From: milaya36 Date: April 27th, 2008 01:59 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh, wait, changing my mind after reading the latest installment. Could you give me some Teddy/Lizzie Richardson? Before or post-breakup, whichever you prefer. Oh, Teddy.
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