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Teddy Lupin and the Hunter's Moon, Chapter 2: Trollsbane Tarn, pt. 2 - The Phantom Librarian
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Teddy Lupin and the Hunter's Moon, Chapter 2: Trollsbane Tarn, pt. 2
While Greyback is busy escaping from Azkaban, Teddy and his friends are on a pleasant camping trip at a wizarding site called Trollsbane Tarn. They've had a sing-along, and Teddy's told a story (the others are trying to talk him into competing in a scary story contest). Teddy has started taking time to appreciate each full moon for his father, and just before he goes to bed, he looks up and says goodnight. Then he dreams.

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He was standing in the center of the campground, alone. The tents were there, but he knew they were empty without needing to check. The moon was round and red. A hawk flew across it.

"Dad?" he called, but didn't really hold out any hope. Sometimes he could find his father in his dreams--or at least an image he thought of as his father--but tonight, of course he couldn't come, not under the full moon. It occurred to him that Mum might come, as she'd have certainly stayed with him when Dad couldn't, but she didn't.

The wind tugged at his jacket, and suddenly, he was lifted into the air, soaring high above the fells, looking down at the forest and its nestled lakes. The air was cold, and now he was above the sea, suspended on nothing. He could hear wolves howling, and someone screaming. He passed a cloud, which was a wolf, and it turned to look at him impassively. Below him, the waves were crashing against the sheer cliffs of an island.

A werewolf sat in a high place, watching the skies eagerly. It spotted Teddy and leapt, and then Teddy was falling, toward the water, toward the wolf. He was aware of the hawk again, swooping down from the sky, but it wouldn't reach him in time, it wouldn't--

He awoke with a gasp, his heart pounding. He knocked the leg of the kitchen table in the tent, and a pillow flew at him from the sofa.

"G'slee Teh..." Corky muttered, then turned over and went back to sleep himself.

Shivering, Teddy sat up in his sleeping bag for a long time, not wanting to go back to sleep. It seemed strange to him now, though he'd never thought of it before, that he'd never dreamed of werewolves before. The hawk, he knew--his father had left him a wedding ring charmed with his own memories, and one of his best ones had been of a hawk his mother had let him fly. The hawk had been a frequent visitor in Teddy's dreams. But the werewolf hadn't. Had it been Dad? Had he been taken to the one he'd called for after all? He couldn't imagine who else it could have been--he'd met other werewolves, but none of them were really part of his life--but it hadn't felt like Dad. Not even a little bit.

After a long time, he lay back down and drifted into a thin sleep. He woke up to the sound of the others jumping around the tent, getting things together for breakfast. Frankie pulled his pillow out from under his head and said, "Time to get up, Lupin."

"'m up," Teddy said. He was disoriented. He'd gone to sleep with his head and feet reversed from where they had been.

Frankie crouched down. "Corky said you had a bad dream or something. I told them to let you sleep a bit if you were up in the night."

"Thanks." Teddy blinked, trying to remember his dream. There were snatches of it in his head, but it didn't come together. "Is it breakfast?"

"Dad's got the fire going," Frankie said. "Maurice and Donzo and the girls are trying to catch fish."

"Oh," Teddy said. "Right. I'll just"--he yawned--"get dressed and..."

"Up," Frankie said, pulling him up before he realized he'd been about to lie down again.

Teddy let himself be dragged to his feet and shuffled to the toilet, the balls of his feet sore from yesterday's hiking. There was running hot and cold water, but he stuck to cold, splashing it on his face and under his arms to wake himself up. By the time he was washed and dressed, Maurice and Donzo had come back with a fish apiece, and Ruthless and Victoire were sitting in disgrace, as they'd managed to splash into the tarn competing for a good spot and scare away the fish Hutch was trying to Summon.

"At least that's Dad's excuse this time," Corky said, rolling his eyes. "Last time I went fishing with him, he blamed merpeople for over-hunting. When I was four, he tried to tell me that all the fish that belonged in Lake Ontario got sucked down the Niagara whirlpool."

Teddy smiled. "Uncle Harry once told me that they'd moved a pool in the Forest of Dean, at least until we found it right where he left it."

The lack of fish didn't cause too much hardship with breakfast, as Daffy had brought along quite enough food for a month. The tents both had kitchens with stoves, but no one had suggested that food ought to be cooked in them. Instead, each of them took a mess kit with a long handle, fried bacon, then scrambled eggs in the grease. Teddy thought this a fine manner of eating.

When they'd finished, they argued about whether to go swimming or to hike up the mountain trail (Teddy was perfectly happy with either, so didn't participate), and Frankie resolved it by bringing out the dice. Ruthless, who favored hiking, rolled horrendously, and Roger Young crowed at the top of his voice as he ran to get his swim trunks. Victoire and Ruthless disappeared into their tent, Victoire emerging a few minutes later in a shiny one-piece sort of thing, with a towel wrapped around her. Ruthless poked her head out, then went back inside and came out in huge T-shirt and pair of cut-off blue jeans.

They tromped down to the tarn together. It was a shallow gouge in the land, left by a glacier, surrounded by hills and ringed by rocks. "It's cold," Victoire warned, then jumped off the pier. She came up bouncing and shivering, and a moment later, everyone else, including Ruthless, was in, splashing and calling each other names. Frankie and Zach talked about playing some game in which the girls were meant to sit on their shoulders and try to knock one another off, but after some consideration, it was decided that, in the case of Victoire and Ruthless, it would be best not to give them a pretense to try to drown one another.

Late morning came in with hot, heavy sun, and Teddy pulled himself up onto the pier not long before noon. The sun baked into him, evaporating the cold water, and he closed his eyes until a shocking rain fell on him. He half sat up, opening his eyes to find Victoire climbing up beside him. "Sorry," she said, wincing. "Didn't mean to drip on you."

"All right," Teddy said irritably.

She sat down, dangling her feet toward the water while she toweled her hair. "This is such fun. I'm so glad Mum and Dad let me come. Do you suppose they'll be my friends at Hogwarts? Or will they not want to be around a first year anymore? Do you think Ruth really hates me, or is she just faking? Can I ever use the..." She opened her hands like a book to indicate the Marauder's Map, which Uncle Harry had given to Teddy his first year, and which Victoire knew about because Teddy had needed help deciphering some French spells that Sirius had left on a document they called the Keys to the Castle. She, Frankie, and Ruthless--who'd found out about it when she'd caught Teddy sneaking out last year--were the only other people at Hogwarts who knew Teddy had it.

"I'll show you how to use it," he whispered. "And they'll be your friends if you want them to be. Frankie was my friend when I was a first year."

This seemed to satisfy Victoire, though Teddy supposed she'd figure out before the end of the Sorting Feast that hanging about with the Forest Guard wasn't going to improve her social standing very much. Aside from Donzo (who had a lot of fans he generally tried to escape), Corky (who was always around but had somehow not been perceived as being one of the weird boys), and Teddy himself (who got along reasonably well with everyone), being in the group was the kiss of death. Even Ruthless, who'd made Beater on the Quidditch team last year and single-handedly saved the Cup for Gryffindor, was thought of as a freak, although that might have had something to do with her penchant for solving arguments with her fists.

"I can't wait to go get my wand," she said. "Mum's taking me right after we get back. I wonder what it will be."

Teddy let her go on in this vein, though he'd heard it before. Her birthday came early--November--and she'd been going on about getting her wand soon since Christmas holidays. He'd had occasion to wonder about wand matching himself, not just because of his own troubles, but because he'd given some of his hair to Berit Ollivander to use as a core. She'd sent it all back with rather large apologies, saying that it could end up dangerous for him to have someone else matched with a wand containing bits of himself, if that person turned out to be less than honorable. Granny had been quite angry when she found out what he'd done.

He let her voice drift over him, enjoying the weight of the sunlight and the feel of the breeze. He had no warning at all when a great rush of water doused him head to foot and Ruthless began to laugh.

Victoire was on her feet in a second, Teddy a moment behind her, and they jumped back into the tarn. Ruthless had temporarily teamed up with Roger, and the four of them all sent great sheets of water at each other, slapping the surface to get maximum waves. Ruthless's tee shirt did nothing to help her hide her shape--now that it was wet, it was as clingy as a bathing suit--but she seemed to have forgotten about it entirely. Soon, the others joined in, and the little area of the tarn close to the pier was heaving like it was the middle of a monsoon. Frankie used his size to generate huge waves by jumping in; Maurice took to spitting great fountains of water at everyone.

Teddy ducked under to avoid one of these missiles from Maurice, and the motion of the water carried him toward the shore. Laughing as he came up, he stumbled backward toward the grassy slope and tripped over a rock, falling onto his face just as a loud crack broke the afternoon. A glossy black shoe appeared in front of his nose. He looked up and saw neat black trousers poking out from under a scarlet robe. The robe had the insignia of the Ministry for Magic. At the top, sunlight glinted on glasses and caught in a mess of black hair.

Uncle Harry reached down to help him up. He was pale and looked like he hadn't slept. "Hello, Teddy," he said, and his thin smile disappeared. "Something's happened. You need to know about it."
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1voice From: 1voice Date: October 2nd, 2007 05:55 am (UTC) (Link)
Wow, thanks for this! I was up late finishing an assignment, so it's a pleasant surprise!

I love how you manage such contrasting themes in this part. Can't wait for more!
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: October 2nd, 2007 07:01 am (UTC) (Link)
cleindori From: cleindori Date: October 2nd, 2007 06:14 am (UTC) (Link)
Eek, another tense ending!

I really liked the mix of unsettling dream sequence and totally normal fun you had going in this section. And poor Victoire, worrying about whether she'll have friends once she gets to Hogwarts...even part-Veela girls are still real girls, not Barbie dolls (or Miss Fancy-Knickerses, although I don't think that actually works as a plural).
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: October 2nd, 2007 07:02 am (UTC) (Link)
And, if she's anything like Fleur, she is going to have trouble making friends with girls.
summoner_lenne9 From: summoner_lenne9 Date: October 2nd, 2007 06:26 am (UTC) (Link)
*Sigh* Poor Teddy, when he was having so much fun as well.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: October 2nd, 2007 07:03 am (UTC) (Link)
I know--it sucks when something important happens just when you're having fun doing frivolous things. Blech!! And you feel guilty about resenting the interruption, too.
From: (Anonymous) Date: October 2nd, 2007 06:36 am (UTC) (Link)
wow that was amazing.
omg I've just realised something! Alderman didn't appear in FG does that mean he's gonna die in safe or he's just out of the picture and happy with his family?
loved it *Squeeee*
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: October 2nd, 2007 07:04 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh, most of the pack didn't appear in FG, but they're still chugging away in France. Alderman will definitely make an appearance later!
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xtineebee From: xtineebee Date: October 2nd, 2007 06:37 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh, you are spoiling us. Thank you!

A great set up, with a wonderful normal camping adventure (magic or no) about to askew.
petitecrivan From: petitecrivan Date: October 2nd, 2007 06:49 am (UTC) (Link)
Haha, icon love.
petitecrivan From: petitecrivan Date: October 2nd, 2007 06:46 am (UTC) (Link)
Even with a new fic you still update just as I go to bed. But interesting! I like the very 13-year-old "sexual tension." :P
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: October 2nd, 2007 07:07 am (UTC) (Link)
Well, I generally write around the same time, so that makes sense! ;p

I remember thirteen--eighth grade. Definitely prime "OMG, there are potential boyfriends/girlfriends right here" time.
amamama From: amamama Date: October 2nd, 2007 06:51 am (UTC) (Link)
*is breathless* Oh, wow. Will he remeber his dream? It has to be Grayback he dreamed of... But - does Harry make a loud crak when apparating? Is that canon? I'd think it would be a soft pop, if anything at all. I mean, after 14 years of apparating, he should've been able to polish his technique a bit? Or is it because he's distressed? So that when he leaves, for instance Victoire comments on him being so abnormally loud, and asks Teddy what it was all about?
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: October 2nd, 2007 07:08 am (UTC) (Link)
That's true. I think I mixed up Harry with Dobby, there. Then again, it might be louder if you're practically on top of someone's foot when he Apparates.
harriet_wimsey From: harriet_wimsey Date: October 2nd, 2007 07:07 am (UTC) (Link)
I love Harry for coming to tell Teddy--he may have grown up, but he hasn't forgotten what it's like to be kept in the dark about matters that concern him.

I'm very much looking forward to this fic--the snippets you've given us have been intriguing.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: October 2nd, 2007 07:09 am (UTC) (Link)
I'm kind of looking forward to writing it, too. :)
thornyrose42 From: thornyrose42 Date: October 2nd, 2007 07:29 am (UTC) (Link)
You know the FG are having a much better cmping experience than I had the last time I went. Are there no midges in the wizarding world? No ten miles long bogs? No incesent rain? Ah well at least Teddy has sore feet, I can just about forgive him now. But seriously wizarding camping sounds so much better than the Muggle version.

One small Brit pick, I'm not really sure about this sentance "Instead, each of them took a *mess kit* with a long handle", I'm guessing you are talking about a type of frying pan, but I don't think that we call them that in Britain. Maybe a light frying pan instead?

Ruthless and Victoire continue to amuse me. I'm surprised that Ruthless hasn't started calling her Vicky yet though. And I really like the bit about how some of the FG people had escaped the weirdness vibe. Although I had thought that the wizarding world would be slightly more tolerent of...induvidualism. Considering some of the accepted members of society we've met, Archie in the Nighty springs to mind.

You know I always get a little happy feeling whenever Harry turns up, even though now he comes with bad tidings, I suppose it is a sort of comfortable familiarity, a sort of "Hey I knew you when you had knobely knees, and now look at you all grown up."
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: October 2nd, 2007 12:51 pm (UTC) (Link)
A mess kit is a camping specific thing--it's kind of a pair of tins that lock together, and you keep your silverware and a detachable handle inside. You can use one half as a frying pan and the other half as a plate. (Reaching into my very dim memories of camping with girl scouts. ;p)

My memories of camping are entirely midges, mosquitoes, and smelly latrines. I'm assuming that people who like it have totally different memories. And that magic helps!
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fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: October 2nd, 2007 12:52 pm (UTC) (Link)
It's possible. She does still have it.
jedi_chick From: jedi_chick Date: October 2nd, 2007 08:28 am (UTC) (Link)
I really like Teddy and Victoire's easy friendship here--especially his reassurance about her being friends with the Forest Guard. The entire morning sounds like a lot of fun, more fun than I usually have camping! ;~)

The sudden appearance of Harry was fairly ominous. Poor Teddy--his nice summer is about to get a lot more complicated!
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: October 2nd, 2007 12:56 pm (UTC) (Link)
More fun than I've ever had camping. ;p

Poor Teddy--his nice summer is about to get a lot more complicated!

In the most unpleasant of ways.
shiiki From: shiiki Date: October 2nd, 2007 09:17 am (UTC) (Link)
And the news arrived. Teddy's dream felt really spooky to me; I thought it was great foreshadowing of what's to come. (Except, of course, we already know it. But Teddy doesn't!)

Have I mentioned before that I absolutely love Victoire and Ruthless? ♥
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: October 2nd, 2007 12:57 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thanks! I think Teddy's probably a little disturbed by the fact that werewolves scared him. That Remus would be the first to say, "THEY SHOULD! STAY FAR AWAY!" wouldn't occur to him yet.
marikenobi From: marikenobi Date: October 2nd, 2007 12:09 pm (UTC) (Link)
This is awesome! Love it! Can't wait for more!
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: October 2nd, 2007 12:58 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thanks! Glad you're enjoying.
thewhiteowl From: thewhiteowl Date: October 2nd, 2007 12:15 pm (UTC) (Link)
I love Harry coming to tell Teddy. i bet his own situation at the same age in PoA is looming very large in his mind.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: October 2nd, 2007 01:00 pm (UTC) (Link)
Except for knowing that Teddy's not going to be pleasantly surprised to find out that his own prisoner of Azkaban is really a nice, responsible sort of fellow who's just trying to protect him. But I think he'll keep his own experience firmly in mind in trying to make decisions about how to deal with Teddy.
hermia7 From: hermia7 Date: October 2nd, 2007 01:18 pm (UTC) (Link)
The dream is interesting--does Teddy have a bit of Ted's seer gift? Seems like there must be a touch there for him to dream about something as it's actually happening, even if the dream is a bit vague...
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: October 2nd, 2007 03:19 pm (UTC) (Link)
Yes, and he's taking Divination this year--his experience will likely be a little different from Harry's!
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