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Teddy Lupin and the Hunter's Moon, Chapter 9: Hunter's Moon, pt. 3 - The Phantom Librarian
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Teddy Lupin and the Hunter's Moon, Chapter 9: Hunter's Moon, pt. 3
Teddy got a poison pen pal, and Neville confined him to Gryffindor Tower, along with Victoire and Ruthless. Victoire finds out that Teddy and Ruthless are going out, and responds to this situation with a dungbomb. Meanwhile, Vivian went down to France to check out what Mina told them about a young French witch who's with Greyback's pack.

I've been inconsistent with the day of the Patronus lessons. They were supposed to be Thursday, but I think I keep saying Wednesday. I flipped a coin, and they shall return to Thursday. I will fix the other mentions.

There's an adorable illustration by marycontraria in the comment thread of the last post, showing Victoire finding out about Teddy and Ruthless.

Table of Contents and Summary So Far

Uncle Harry came back on Monday night, the letter from Greyback in hand, and called Teddy into the anteroom behind the Great Hall, where Ron, Vivian, Headmistress Sprout, and Professor Longbottom were waiting. "I thought you might enjoy burning it," he said. "We've got everything we're going to get from it."

Teddy took it, crumpled it, and threw it into the roaring fire. There was more than enough wood smoke to cover the reek of burning parchment. He watched it until it was completely gone.

"I'm going to keep you up to date," Uncle Harry said, Summoning over a chair for him. "You don't technically have any need to know everything, but this is one case where I don't think you can be over-informed. I suspect there are some members of the general public who might disagree, but I think they don't really need to know."

Teddy understood, and nodded. "Can't see why they would."

Ron fidgeted. "Maybe you ought to tell Victoire..."

"That's Teddy's call," Uncle Harry said, which wasn't entirely comforting, as Teddy had a feeling the morning's wasn't the last dungbomb he'd see from her. She'd been pouting all day, and when he'd tried to talk to her, she'd turned up her nose and refused to listen. But he guessed the adults wouldn't care about that. Uncle Harry took a seat on an overstuffed ottoman. "Vivian, what did you find out in France?"

Vivian leaned forward, planting her elbows on her knees. From where he was sitting, Teddy could only see the unmarked half of her face, the shadows of the firelight moving peacefully across it. "It's not really Hamilton's fault," she said.

"Hamilton?" Ron repeated.

She nodded. "He was one of us. One of Greyback's... pups. He was always quite bright. He learned French faster than any of us. He speaks it better than he speaks English now, honestly. And he was broke. We're all generally perpetually broke."

"I'm not really putting the pieces together, Vivian," Professor Longbottom said.

"Well, he wrote a book," she said, and winced. "For the gold. He wrote it in French. He was going to do an English translation this year, but he didn't really like what happened with the French version. It was... it was about growing up with Greyback. He meant it to be a frightening sort of story, with people who came and rescued us... well, the fictional us, anyway. But apparently the business before the rescue was more vivid. There's an underground group at Beauxbatons who want to help werewolves, and I guess some of them... took it the wrong way. They thought it was about werewolves being forced out of their natural habitat or whatnot."

Teddy sat forward. "What?"

"And they think Greyback's a hero. They've got little buttons with his face on them, from the cover of the book. And one of them decided that she wanted to join the pack. She didn't know about us, but she did know about the ones in the Black Forest, and Hamilton, like an idiot, had told how Greyback got himself cursed. So she set a trap for the woman Janice--the one who killed your granny's cat, Teddy."


"And she dropped out of school and got herself bit. That was last year. She's been quite a little terror on the continent since, except that she dropped out of sight in early August."

"When she found out Greyback escaped," Uncle Harry surmised. "Wonderful."

"I can't say for sure, but it certainly would fit. Madame Maxime said she was a talented student, and she'd particularly been studying magical transportation. She'd been working on charms to help children who didn't have any training get away in case of emergencies. It sounded a lot like the devices that Mina and the others had."

"Are they Portkeys?" Ron asked.

"I don't know. I don't think so. They're not timed, and people use them as they please. Mina said they were like the gate we used to escape, which means they lead to a sanctuary, but obviously, they're portable. I'd guess they have one point that they gather in, then can move out to where they need to be."

"Can they get through the Hogwarts protections?" the Headmistress asked, looking alarmed.

"If they could, they already would have," Vivian said. "They wouldn't have been outside the gate. But if that's what Greyback has her working on, he'll work her until she gets through or dies trying to. And until he gets what he wants out of her, you're not going to see her in one of his little traveling parties."

"Well, we'll have to find where they are," Ron said.

"It sounds like they could be anywhere." Uncle Harry shook his head. "I'm going to put a few more people on research. They might not be in the country. We should see if anyone else is having problems. Vivian, is there anywhere you can think of? Do you think they'd stay in the Black Forest?"

"No. Mina seemed sincere about it being too crowded there. There've always been colonies in Transylvania, but they've been more subservient to the local vampires than Greyback will want. I doubt he has particularly fond memories of subservience."

There was more talk, but no one had any concrete ideas. Teddy wasn't particularly comforted. Uncle Harry told him to keep the Marauder's Map on him and check it before he went wandering around on the grounds, which was somewhat more of a comfort, as it would certainly show quite a lot of strangers appearing out of nowhere. "And bring it to the Shack on Thursday for our lesson. The Keys to the Castle as well. I want to see if we can get it to be a more active help."

The moon was waxing toward its November fullness--the Hunter's Moon, according to the lists. Life went on. There were more energetic kisses from Ruthless, and an attack of Creepy Crawly Confections from Victoire, after which she seemed to think herself suitably avenged, and simply refused to speak to him. Teddy brewed the painkiller potion for Vivian again on Wednesday afternoon, though she said he didn't have to, and gave it to her before she disappeared for the evening. He watched her go, then headed back up to the castle with Professor Longbottom, who was unusually quiet. They parted ways at the corridor where his office was, and Teddy checked the time. It would be dark--and the moon would be up--for at least an hour before curfew. He checked the Marauder's Map and found that the Astronomy Tower was empty, as were the corridors leading to it. He climbed to the top of the castle, to the turret where Dumbledore had died and students had gone back to faking their way through star charts, and shut the door carefully behind him, locking it. He sat down on the stones and looked up at the moon.

"Hi, Dad," he said. "Are you watching?"

There was no answer. It was all right. Teddy lay back to look at the sky, letting his mind clear, enjoying the moonlight as well as he could knowing that Greyback would be hunting beneath it, and Vivian would be in pain. He pushed the thoughts away. The night was cold, a preview of winter, but it was refreshing. He let the icy breeze blow over his face. It smelled like the lake, the woodsmoke from the chimneys, and the dying leaves in the Forbidden Forest.

He didn't know what he expected--or wanted--from this anymore. It was a ritual, a communion. This time, it didn't seem to be doing much. He couldn't feel Dad nearby, or Mum, or the Marauders.

He sighed and sat up. There wasn't much peace to be had.

"Oh, well. Shall we have a memory?" He looked up at the moon again, and pulled Dad's ring from its chain around his neck, settling it on a piece of parchment. "I could use a good one. Cordis Patronum."

The dark Scottish night swirled away, replaced by a gray sky. High above, Teddy could see a hawk circling, and he thought he might have been brought back again to Dad's memory of the hawk his mother had let him feed. But he could feel the body he was in, the different shape of it, the heavy center.

Something moved.

Inside of him.

He gasped--he'd stumbled onto one of Mum's memories, and it was while he was still inside of her. He was feeling himself moving.

Mum lifted her hand and set it on her stomach, spreading her fingers out, looking down, away from the circling hawk. She felt calm, happy, perhaps bit afraid. They'd heard from her dad that morning, and he was all right, but it hadn't taken much reading between the lines to know that he'd Seen something he didn't much like in his Scrying. He'd asked a few too many questions about how careful she was being. Still, he was all right. Dad/Remus had got back safely from another visit to Lee Jordan, and Granny/Mum had resigned her position at St. Mungo's rather than play along with Umbridge's obscene rules. They were safe here, in the protected bubble of the house. Granny's house. She was in the garden, sitting on the low stone wall. Teddy wanted to yell at her to stay there, but of course, it was no good.


Teddy felt her head turn, then Dad came into her field of view.

He was wearing some old robes of Sirius's that Mum had scrounged from Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, and looked quite a bit neater than he usually did in the few glimpses Teddy'd actually had of him. He also seemed well-fed and content. He sat down on the wall beside her.

"He's moving," Mum said. "Do you want to feel?"

Dad nodded and put his hand on her stomach. Teddy again had the disorienting sensation of feeling himself move, kicking hard against the hand.

"I think he thinks I'm intruding," Dad said.

"He's just saying hello," Mum promised. "Are you still dead set against naming him after yourself?"

"I just think it would feel strange to yell, 'Remus, clean up your room!'"

"I suppose I can see that. What about a middle name? That would be perfectly traditional."

"If you really want to. What if the Scrying was wrong? What if it's a girl? Shall we call her Nymphadora?"

"She will be called Jane. Possibly Jane Ann."

Dad laughed and looked up at the sky. "Did you see the hawk? Did I ever tell you that my mum was a falconer?"


"What about Julia for a girl? Julia Dora?"

"Julia's fine. Why didn't you mention you'd like that?"

"You seemed set on Jane."

Mum smiled. "Jane's just a joke. Not that it's not a perfectly fine name. But I rather like Julia. Not with Dora, though. We could name her after both of her grandmothers. Julia Andromeda."

"All right. But the Scrying's probably right. I think that's a boy. What do you want to name him?"

"Well, I've been thinking about that," Mum said. "Really. I had my Astronomy book out last night. We could give him a proper Black family name. I was thinking of Tarf or Muphrid."

"Sure you were."

"Oh, I was, though! We could recreate the whole star chart if we put our minds to it. Perhaps Tegmine. Or Procyon." Teddy could feel the corners of Mum's mouth twisting.

"I beg you in the name of our future children to burn your Astronomy textbook before you decide to name one of them Vindemiatrix."

Mum laughed again and curled up in the crook of Dad's arm, which was about as romantic as either of them had let the memories become (for which Teddy was infinitely grateful). She looked up to the sky again and watched the hawk flying high above them, and they chose names, dozens of them. None of the names was "Ted," as they'd expected at the time that Granddad would come home any day. Among the names, they spun stories together, the children who might go with names like Julia or Johnny or Raymond (the closest Dad would allow to naming after himself, as he'd used the name undercover once). Though Mum was joking about the star names, Teddy could feel them stirring in her mind. The ones she'd named were deliberately horrible, but, to her amusement, she really had marked normal-sounding star names like "Mira" and she positively loved "Orion," though she was hesitant about giving someone the name of Mad Auntie's husband.

"I love every single one of them," Dad said, and then the world faded around Teddy, and he was alone again on the Astronomy Tower at Hogwarts, bearing the name of the grandfather who'd disappeared so soon after that memory, with no Vindemiatrix in sight.

But it was Mum's sense of contentment that lingered at last, her happiness at her pregnancy, her love for Dad and for the baby she was pretending to name. Teddy cleared his things up and went back downstairs. He dreamed that night of siblings he might have had, and at breakfast, imagined them sitting among the crowd of first years. Julia might be over at the Ravenclaw table, bending over a diagram with the black-haired boy and his friend. Maybe Johnny would be with him in Gryffindor, joining Kirk Scrimgeour in utter embarrassment at the behavior of their older siblings, or maybe he'd be friends with Story Shacklebolt instead. Maybe Victoire could lob dungbombs in his direction instead of in Teddy's. Teddy could sit with Ruthless as she complained about her crowd of brothers, matching her tale for tale with stories about how Raymond always managed to break things and Mira kept stealing his books. He wrote the names down, so he wouldn't forget them.

At six o'clock, he gathered up the Marauder's Map and the Keys to the Castle, and headed downstairs to meet Uncle Harry for his lesson.
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prelud From: prelud Date: October 24th, 2007 05:37 am (UTC) (Link)
That memory was especially lovely.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: October 24th, 2007 06:19 am (UTC) (Link)
Thanks! Though it has to be a brain-bender for a boy--not just to think of himself as having been unborn, but to actually feel pregnant for himself.
From: (Anonymous) Date: October 24th, 2007 05:43 am (UTC) (Link)
My first thought when Teddy felt something moving inside of him was, "Aaagh! They opened up one of those doorways _inside_ him! It's going to be like Harry Potter meets the Alien movies!"

It's funny. When my baby sister was born, I had this feeling like, finally, we were all here. I don't know how to explain it. Just this feeling like the family was complete or like having a party and knowing that everyone you'd invited had finally shown up. It's strange to imagine Teddy going through life with the opposite feeling.

And I hope this new girl catches on to the fact that being part of Greyback's pack is no fun and games. Natural environment? Did somebody let one too many hallucinogenic spells loose around those kids?

I enjoyed this and I guess the fact that I want to knock some sense into kids at Beauxbatons shows what a good writer you are - I'm ticked off at fictional people at a fictional school over a fictional issue coming from a fictional character writing fiction.

But I'd like to enchant some posion ivy to chase after idiots and let it loose on those kids . . . grr.

Again, thanks for this installment.

fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: October 24th, 2007 06:21 am (UTC) (Link)
Did somebody let one too many hallucinogenic spells loose around those kids?

Whichever ones make the kids go nuts over Mafia and gang books, I think. She may be realizing it's not quite what she thought, or she may be depraved enough that it's what she wanted in the first place, though I doubt it. Probably somewhere in between.

I'm ticked off at fictional people at a fictional school over a fictional issue coming from a fictional character writing fiction.</i With that much fiction, it must be true. ;p
jedi_chick From: jedi_chick Date: October 24th, 2007 07:21 am (UTC) (Link)
It's fitting that Teddy got to burn that nasty letter. Hopefully he won't have to deal with any more, although I doubt it will be that easy. At least Harry is very willing to keep him in the loop.

It's good that Vivian was able to find out who the French girl was. Hamilton must be feeling really badly about the book now.

I had to laugh at Victoire's Creepy Crawly Confections. Everything seems to be better in the wizarding world! ;~)

I really loved the memory and the way Teddy imagined his siblings at breakfast the next morning. I wish that his siblings didn't have to be imaginary. :~(

She felt calm, happy, perhaps bit afraid. I think there's a missing "a" in there.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: October 24th, 2007 11:42 am (UTC) (Link)
I wish that his siblings didn't have to be imaginary. :~(

Me, too. :shakes fist: ;p

I imagine that Hamilton feels about the way the Beatles must have after Charles Manson claimed to be getting messages out of "Helter Skelter." Not that I know how they felt, but I think I know how I'd feel. Horror, mixed with a certain level of excessively angry "What the fuck?"
From: (Anonymous) Date: October 24th, 2007 08:01 am (UTC) (Link)
What a lovely chapter! It always gets me when Teddy wonders "what if..?"

There are some pretty complex issues, too. I have a strange sort of sympathy for the French girl - it can be easy to misread issues you don't know much about, and lots of teenagers are looking for something to believe in. But to misjudge something so badly, and let it take you to such extremes - how awful. She reminds me a bit of Draco in HBP - even though she got herself into it, now she's certainly in over her head. Greyback certainly doesn't take resigning any better than Voldemort :x Still, it doesn't keep me from being absolutely disgusted at her actions.

Ugh, wonder if she's Greyback's new "favorite"? (It makes me shudder when I realize that she may be too old for his tastes as well. Eugh.)
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: October 24th, 2007 11:48 am (UTC) (Link)
But to misjudge something so badly, and let it take you to such extremes - how awful.
I think (I haven't really "met" her yet) that she's still fairly convinced that she's right, and Greyback most likely isn't trying to dissuade her. She did do crimes on her own for a while before going off to join him.
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From: (Anonymous) Date: October 24th, 2007 08:15 am (UTC) (Link)


I haven't de-lurked for a loong while, but I've been avidly reading anything and everything you put out these days. Your post-DH ficlets and the First Teddy novel were superb, and this one looks to be shaping out very well, too.

I especially like in this story how you've developed Harry and matured him, while keeping him well in character. The burning of the letter is a wonderful example. Harry, having grown up, understands a lot more about why DD acted the way he did (as I recall he mentions in Forest Guard), and sometimes acts the same way, but yet is clearly determined (as I wonder whether DD ever was) to remember what it feels like to be the endangered kid, and find ways to help Teddy feel in the loop.

Just wonderful.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: October 24th, 2007 11:50 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: Shloz

Hi, Shloz! :)

Well, Dumbledore doesn't ever seem to have been the endangered kid. A little burdened by what was going on in his family, but mostly just isolated and a little too unguided for his own good. The trouble he got into, he got into on his own--he wouldn't really have the natural understanding that Teddy does for being stuck in a situation not of his own creation that puts his life in danger.
From: (Anonymous) Date: October 24th, 2007 08:26 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh that's just so...so perfect.
We get a look into the future and the past!

Now i really can't wait for Safe, theres going to be so many happy times but as well so many sad =]/=[
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: October 24th, 2007 11:51 am (UTC) (Link)
We get a look into the future and the past!

Which are the same thing, of course, if you ask Firenze. ;p
nundu_art From: nundu_art Date: October 24th, 2007 11:04 am (UTC) (Link)
Another wonderful chapter. Teddy's fantasy about the lost siblings felt very real to me. There were lost children (stillborn) on either side of me in the family. I would have had an older brother and his name was Samuel. It's not just a dream of only children...seven of us made it into this world!
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: October 24th, 2007 11:54 am (UTC) (Link)
I think for Teddy, the hard part is trying to separate what's pure fantasy from what's extrapolation... not to mention separating his fantasies from Dora's (in this case).
From: kobegrace Date: October 24th, 2007 11:39 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh, I love the story of the names... It's like... kinda full-circle-ish, in the sense.

Wow. Forget coffee or breakfast; there's nothing like a bit of FernWithy to get your day started! :)
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: October 24th, 2007 11:56 am (UTC) (Link)
I think I'll take the coffee, though. Either that, or have a nice nap with my face in the keyboard.
marikenobi From: marikenobi Date: October 24th, 2007 11:55 am (UTC) (Link)
lovely lovely memory
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: October 24th, 2007 11:57 am (UTC) (Link)
ada_the_mental From: ada_the_mental Date: October 24th, 2007 12:14 pm (UTC) (Link)
I bet the French girl also listens to the Moonhowlers. She definitely has all of their albums.

Awww! The memory was lovely, even though the feeling of being inside the body of his preggers mother must be creepier than Greyback for a boy.
Ooh, the horrors of those Black family traditions. The biggest evidence of Walburga's cruelty is naming her poor kid Regulus Arcturus.

:( Teddy's fantasies about siblings and his annoyance at Victoire and Ruthless in the last part makes me feel pretty guilty for complaining 24/7 about mine. But they ARE annoying!
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: October 24th, 2007 01:47 pm (UTC) (Link)
Eh, Teddy'd complain about them, too, if they were really there. I'm sure they'd annoy him to no end. Imaginary brothers and sisters are, I'm sure, much less irritating than the real sort.
From: fhsaffar Date: October 24th, 2007 01:22 pm (UTC) (Link)
I can see now why he later names his children Orry and Mira. Though, by the response people gave to THAT ficlet it looked like Orry and Mira had featured in an older story of yours, right?
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: October 24th, 2007 01:46 pm (UTC) (Link)
Yeah--I gave the Lupins three kids and more grandkids than you can shake a stick at. The kids were Mira, Orry, and Carina. Orry was the only son, and a Metamorphmagus. Mira was Harry's goddaughter. :) Carina was the family Slytherin, and got along quite well with Narcissa, who she looked quite a lot like. I miss them all deeply.
willowbough From: willowbough Date: October 24th, 2007 01:28 pm (UTC) (Link)
Werewolf groupies. ::shudders:: There's something profoundly disturbing about that, kind of like those women who idolize serial killers as poor, misunderstood woobies and go to their trials and sentencings to "show support."

Wonder how long Victoire will give Teddy the cold shoulder? I'm glad that Teddy still hasn't plumbed all the lovely memories in his father's ring. With Greyback stalking him, he must really need the comfort of his parents right now.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: October 24th, 2007 01:49 pm (UTC) (Link)
kind of like those women who idolize serial killers as poor, misunderstood woobies and go to their trials and sentencings to "show support."

I was thinking more of the girls in the Manson family, but yes--those weird women with serial killer fixations are also on my mind. Just the life for a young woman--fangirl for a psycho. Ugh.
hermia7 From: hermia7 Date: October 24th, 2007 01:58 pm (UTC) (Link)

Man, those imaginings of alternate realities are killer. Lovely though. I love Teddy fiercely.

Slight nitpick: Teddy had a feeling the morning's wasn't the last dungbomb he'd see from her. read very awkwardly for me. How about "Teddy had a feeling the morning's dungbomb wasn't the last he'd see from her."
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: October 24th, 2007 02:54 pm (UTC) (Link)
You're right. Your version reads better.
sonetka From: sonetka Date: October 24th, 2007 02:46 pm (UTC) (Link)
The story of the French girl reminds me a bit of that Buffy episode where all the deluded vampire-cuddlers wanted to get "turned". Was that "Lie To Me"?

BTW it's probably a bit late for this, but I think there's still a way Neville and Vivian could get together. Consider that JKR has said both that Cho Chang marries Blaise Zabini AND that she marries a Muggle. If everything she says about characters is canon, then obviously Cho married twice, but JKR didn't specify anything about first or second marriages (my guess is that Blaise was a first, fleeting spouse, but that's just me). No reason on earth why Neville couldn't marry Vivian first and Hannah second; not to be morbid, but Vivian's had a hard life and eventually the transformations are going to tell on her. At least they could be together for a while, though!
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: October 24th, 2007 02:53 pm (UTC) (Link)
I don't think she ever said Cho married Blaise. If she did, I'll credit myself as a mind reader, as I thought I made that up! ;p

That was "Lie to Me," though I'm thinking more of real world parallels. (I read about cults and serial killers when I'm doing Greyback. Charlie Manson, Jim Jones, etc. I used to be so into reading about cults that my mother was afraid I'd join one, but I never read them thinking, "Wow, that sounds good." More like, "Eep, that's scary sh*t.")
obsfuscation From: obsfuscation Date: October 24th, 2007 03:14 pm (UTC) (Link)
What a beautiful segment. Such a good mix of melancholy, creepiness, and bittersweet nostalgia. Dora's memory was just wonderful to read.

French werewof groupies = batshit crazy.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: October 24th, 2007 08:41 pm (UTC) (Link)
French werewof groupies = batshit crazy.

As succinct an explanation as can be had.
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