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Spewing out too many words since November 2003
Hmm. Still blocked on opening Safe. I know that once I get the opening right, everything else will start working, even the end, except that I'm starting to think I might have to write the last couple of chapters first to get to the beginning. But in the meantime, Teddy has yet to let me down (bless him), so I thought a Teddy story would be fun. Maybe I'll do another long one if another of his Hogwarts years occurs to me (nothing's particularly coming to mind just now), but there is one more thing I know he has to do, if I'm going to square with JKR re: a certain mischievous magical item. ;p

Teddy had meant to give James the Marauder's Map at lunch.

That had been the plan all summer. James would get his wand and school supplies, then the next day, Teddy would give him a send-off, just the two of them, getting the supplies that parents oughtn't be there to see, then having a late lunch together before James went off to Hogwarts. In Teddy's internal script, he spent most of lunch telling James all of the Map's little secrets and tricks. He'd done the binding spells yesterday, as soon as James's new wand had been left out of sight for a moment.

If James had any idea of this, it hadn't shown, and he didn't seem to think anything had been skipped after lunch. He was jubilant with the day, thrilled to have his wand and school things, and apparently pleased to have a whole day with Teddy. Teddy enjoyed it as well, and determined to do this with Al and Lily as well before they went off to school. Being eldest--or pseudo-eldest--had its perks, the biggest of which was the way they smiled up at him when he gave them even something small. He dreaded the day that James would start treating visits as obligatory, instead of as a fabulous treat.

None of which was about the Marauder's Map.

"You don't mind if I write to you, do you?" James asked as they gathered their things and Teddy set down gold for the waitress. "I know you're busy now, with your apprenticeship, but I've been thinking about this story. It's about Raymond and Julia. They go to Nepal, and there's a--"

"Treasure?" Teddy finished, smiling.

James gave him a sheepish grin. "Well... I could make it something else."

"Why? It's what they do."

James smiled brightly. Teddy had finally told him that the two characters they'd been writing one another stories about--Raymond and Julia Lewis--had begun as his imagining of his own never-born siblings, and now James seemed to feel a need to get Teddy's approval for every plot turn, but in truth, both characters had long ago taken on more of James's own personality. It was an odd feeling, but it also hurt less to write them than it once had. "Anyway," James said, "they find a Yeti there, and it turns out that the Yeti is the real owner of the treasure. It was stolen by a dragon. I was reading about dragons in Asia, and I think one of those red Chinese dragons ought to be the one who stole the treasure."

"That sounds great."

They finished getting their things and headed out into the bright, late August sunshine. James waved merrily to some other boys he'd met somewhere along the line--Teddy supposed their parents worked at the Ministry with Uncle Harry--then said, "I wondered... do you suppose we could keep working together, the way we did last year? I write a chapter, then you write one, and so on? I know you're really busy, but--"

"It sounds good."

James punched the air. "I was thinking... well... did you know I let Dr. Morse read one of the stories when he and Cho were at the house last Christmas?"

"No, I didn't."

"Well, he said that Raymond Lewis was the name your dad was using when he knew him at Smeltings."


"And I thought--well, why not have the others? With funny names, too, of course. But my granddad could be there, and Sirius. And maybe your mum and my grandmother. Do you think they'd like it? Or would they be angry?"

"I don't know," Teddy said. "I don't think they'd be angry, but it might be strange to write about them--"

"Couldn't I try? I could try. I could write them with new names. Julia could still be there, so she'd make Raymond different. Maybe the Sirius person could get along with his brother, and the Granddad-person won't even like the one that's like my grandmother yet."

"Let's see what happens," Teddy said. "If they mind--" He stopped before saying, I'm sure I'll hear about it, both because his dream connection was getting spotty and because if James heard so much as a whisper about a window into the world of the dead, he'd end up having Raymond and Julia crawl through it to liberate a treasure that had been hidden there. "If they'd mind," he amended, "I'm sure it would get uncomfortable, and wouldn't work anyway."

James gave him a firm nod. "Then I'll make up new names for them tonight. We'll know who they are, though. They'll just be more Marauder names like Prongs and Moony. Do you have a Marauder name?"

It was the perfect time to bring out the Map, which was in Teddy's old school book bag, sitting beside Dad's wand, but when he tried to reach in for it, his hand and arm just didn't want to move. Instead, he just said, "Wings, I suppose."

"Wings? For the...?" James flapped his arms, and Teddy guessed it to refer to his Animagus form, a hawk.

"I don't know what you mean," he said innocently. "Surely, you're not referring to a sort of spell I certainly can't do, as I'm not properly trained or registered. Wings is just my Muggles and Minions name."

"Oh, right. Well, it'll do."

The moment passed. James spotted a new broom in the window of Quality Quidditch, and the subject changed from the Marauders to the unfairness of the rule against first years having broomsticks, then to the Harpies' horrid record this year, then they were swept into a long conversation with Oliver Wood, and before Teddy realized it, the hour was late, and he had to get James back to Grimmauld Place before Aunt Ginny decided they were up to something dangerous. They Flooed directly into the kitchen, and James was drawn off to spend time with the younger children while Teddy helped Aunt Ginny set up for the meal.

After dinner, Teddy transformed into a hawk and flew back to Granny's. She was out again; Ellsworth Wintringham had become rather more ardent in his pursuit of her lately and she was enjoying it, though she insisted that she had no interest in re-marrying. Teddy wandered the empty house absently, not lighting any of the candles. The light from the full moon was pouring through the windows anyway.

He supposed he should move out--it was time to move on--but he didn't have anywhere special to go. He didn't want to leave the house where Dad's drawings still danced over his nursery walls, where Mum's seven wardrobes held their aging collections of Muggle and magical clothes, where Granddad's scrying bowl waited in the back garden. He tried to imagine asking Granny for any of those things, and drew a blank. Granddad's bowl was out of the question, and Mum's wardrobes would be silly. What would he do with seven wardrobes full of women's clothes? But he wanted to have them nearby. As to Dad's drawings, they were directly on the wall. There were spells to transfer them to a new wall (Teddy had made a point of learning them), but there were no walls yet to which they could be transferred.

On the kitchen table, three letters were piled, with a note from Granny that the owls had come just before she left. One was from Donzo McCormack, who'd just finished recording several new songs and was nervous about their reception. Another was from Professor McGonagall, who'd finally got approval to mentor him as an Animagus, and thought she could reasonably convince them that he was a quick enough study to be registered within three months. The third was a newsletter of some sort from Honoria Higgs, pretentiously titled The Needle's Eye: News and Views of the Smallest Year. He supposed all fifteen members of the year would have one, even the noxious Geoffrey Phillips, who would undoubtedly use it as kindling. In the few weeks since they'd left school, Honoria had apparently managed to manufacture a full case of nostalgia, and found a way to indulge it that would keep her conveniently at the center of attention.

Teddy himself kept forgetting that he wouldn't be going back on the first of September.

His book bag was sitting on the table beside the letters, and slowly, he drew the Marauder's Map from it. He took Dad's wand, which he'd decorated (with Dad's name and the word "Unforgotten") and magically tethered to the Map, and said, "I solemnly swear I am up to no good."

The totems came up--wolf, stag, dog, rat--and pulled out the familiar lines of Hogwarts castle. A tiny hawk, Teddy's own addition, flew up to perch in the decorative border. The dots appeared, summer-sparse. Flitwick seemed to be in his classroom, preparing for his final year before retirement. Professor Longbottom--who insisted he could now be "Neville" again, though Teddy found this a difficult request to honor--was in the greenhouses with his wife, Hannah. They usually went up a week early to make sure the plants were in order. He'd had to give up his status as Head of Gryffindor House, though, as he was no longer in residence. For the past two years, it had been Robards. Everyone had gingerly avoided the question of putting Hagrid in a responsible position. Teddy hadn't heard who would be taking over for Flitwick next year, in Charms or as the Head of House for Ravenclaw.

He supposed it didn't really matter to him. He was gone. Finished.

He ground his teeth and pointed his own wand at the Map. "It's Teddy. Wake me up," he ordered.

The Map went blank, and a moment later, words appeared:

Mr. Prongs believes Mr. Wings needs his head examined.

Mr. Padfoot concurs, and adds that Mr. Wings is a maudlin git.

Mr. Wormtail sends Mr. Wings his regards, and wonders just what he thinks he's doing.

Teddy sighed. "Moony?"

His father's hand didn't appear right away, but just as he was ready to give up and call the Map back, it faded up and said, Mr. Moony notes that Mr. Wings is cranky, and strongly recommends that he take a nap.

Teddy blinked at this for a few seconds. The Map's insults were standard. He almost didn't need to give the Marauders an order to know what they would have to say anymore. They varied here and there, but they were generally on a predictable theme.

They didn't, on general principle, advise him to take any action.

He'd never felt less like sleeping in his life, but he went to Granny's sofa anyway and lay down with his arm over his eyes. This had no particular effect, so he ran upstairs to Granny's Potion stores and got a simple Sleeping Draught, hoping that he wasn't overreacting. He drank it down, and darkness took him even before his head hit the pillow again.

He was aware first of a cool breeze, then of the soft, repetitive sound of snoring coming from somewhere to his left. He opened his eyes.

It was Gryffindor Tower--the round, stone room was unmistakeable, but it wasn't his own room. There were four beds, each shoved as far as possible against the curved wall. He wasn't in one of them. He and three other boys were sleeping, or perhaps "unconscious" would have been a better description. It was Peter Pettigrew snoring; an empty Firewhiskey bottle was loosely held in one pudgy hand. James Potter--the first, though his hand rested on the shiny new first year books that Teddy's James had just bought--was lying on his stomach. Dad was right beside Teddy. He rolled over and smiled blearily, then looked toward the window. Teddy followed his eyes.

Sirius Black was sitting on the window sill, another bottle leaning against his knees, a parchment tricorn tipped back on his head. He looked over his shoulder. His eyes had a faint glow, and Teddy knew it wasn't just the moonlight. He smiled.

"Have a seat," he said, indicating the other side of the window sill.

Teddy got to his feet and went to the window, taking up the position opposite Sirius. Beneath them, the Hogwarts grounds stretched forever. There was no White Tomb on the edge of the lake, and Teddy knew that, somewhere beyond the tree line, the Shrieking Shack still stood in its lonely glamor.

Sirius held out the bottle, then pulled it back. "Sorry. Can't extend proper manners, I'm afraid. Your mum would have my head if I let you drink here."

"I know the rules," Teddy said.

Sirius nodded wisely, then took a swig out of the bottle. "I stayed up all night," he said. "After they passed out. I didn't want to miss a second."

"Oh." Teddy turned this piece of information over, letting his eyes wander over the parchment hat, which seemed to be criss-crossed with notes in Dad's hand.

Sirius noticed and took it off. "We had a pirate party for Peter's birthday first year. Your dad made this for him. It hung off his bed every day after. I don't know what happened to it." He reached across and put it on Teddy's head. "Looks good, mate. It's a new look for you."

Teddy smiled and took it off--like everything in the land of the dead, it was cold to the touch, and queerly insubstantial. "I should have given James the Map," he said.

"Well, it's not going to do you much good at the Ministry. Or anywhere else you're going to be, unless you decide on teaching after all."

"And that wouldn't be quite fair."


Teddy looked longingly at the Firewhiskey. He didnt' really like the stuff (an ill-advised evening with Corky, Maurice and Donzo at Ruthless's place last summer had taught him that), but the thought of having a quiet drink with Sirius, and maybe Dad and James if they'd wake up, was appealing.

Sirius corked the bottle and set it off to one side. "What binds is bound, Wings," he said. "Nothing changes that." He pointed out the window, and the grounds changed to the old yellow tone of the Map, stretching out further than the boundaries had ever gone in reality. "Even he's bound," Sirius said, jerking his chin in Peter's direction with an expression of disgust. "He can try to slip away to Belize as a squirrelly little adolescent again, but we can always find him. Pity we couldn't do it as easily alive. It would have saved a lot of trouble."

Teddy absorbed this bit of information as well as he could. He spoke to Mum and Dad most frequently in his dreams, and neither had chosen to share anything about Wormtail. Given Sirius's attitude, though, he'd probably warn anyone in earshot if he thought Peter Pettigrew had gone for reincarnation. "But it's not really about a warning, is it?"

Sirius shook his head and repeated, "What binds is bound. Always."

"Are you sure?"

"If you can't trust a mad drunk who's been dead for twenty years, who can you trust?"

Teddy rolled his eyes. "Well, when you put it like that..."

"So, like it or not, and against what I'm sure is your inherent better judgment, you're stuck with us. Map or not."

"Damn," Teddy said, and leaned back against the edge of the window. Sirius gave him a ghastly, sad sort of smile, and they didn't talk anymore. Teddy just sat with him, waiting for the inky sun to rise over the parchment hills.


The voice seemed to come from very far away, but the hand on his shoulder was warm and solid. "Granny?" he murmured, opening his eyes.

Granny was leaning over him, still dressed up from her date, her lipstick smeared from activities Teddy didn't care to contemplate. "You left your highly secret Hogwarts map on the table, with your dad's wand."

Teddy came awake fully. "Dammit. You don't know about it."

"I never have. I tried to move the Map, and I also don't know that Remus's wand moves with it. Which means either that you're keeping a map of a place you're no longer in, or that you're giving your father's wand away."

"The wand belongs to the Map," Teddy said, not answering her direct or implied question.

She nodded. "Well, Ellsworth's cooking hasn't improved. I have back up food in the kitchen. Care to join me for a late dinner?"


Teddy pulled himself up from the dream window, from Hogwarts, from the Marauders. He had a midnight dinner with Granny, and after, had a drink with her in the garden. They talked about dozens of things. He hoped that she would marry Ellsworth. He didn't want to leave her alone when he finally did leave home. After she went upstairs, he stayed outside, watching the moon set. He raised his glass to dad as it slipped out of sight.

He didn't sleep that night. He just watched dots move around on the Map, played with the Keys, put in a few new spells under his own name (mainly frivolous matters), and got the Marauders to insult him a few times. At dawn, he folded it up, thinking, I will never open or close the Map again. The thought tugged at him, but didn't paralyze him as he went about his morning business, worked with Maddie and Croaker on a question involving the intersection of Space and Faith, and had lunch with Ruthless.

"You were just going to hand it to him?" she asked, her eyebrows disappearing under the fluffy explosion of red fringe over her eyes. "Honestly, Teddy. It's the Marauder's Map. Wasn't half the fun discovering it? Didn't Harry give it to you anonymously, anyway?" She shook her head. "Your problem here is that you're not trying to give it away so much as find a temporary babysitter for it. You know that's not how it passes."

He blinked. "I hadn't really thought of it like that."

"Yes, well, I had an outside view of you and that Map. I'd no idea what it was, but I knew something had suddenly caught your interest. Let James discover it for himself. And the Map-Master after him, and after him."


"Teddy, it's just possible that you're not meant to control the fate of the Marauder's Map for all eternity. Let it breathe."

"All right."

As the afternoon wore on--taken up mostly by dull paperwork about an experiment--the rightness of the idea seemed to grow. He'd been morosely attached to the Map, it was true, but it was essentially what he'd told James: If they weren't happy about something, it would be uncomfortable to do, anyway. So he hadn't been able to pass it on with an afternoon's worth of instructions and goodbyes.

The Marauder's Map was meant for mischief, not stodgy inheritance. The question was how to pass it on properly.

Lily and Al had been sulking for two days now, since James wouldn't let them play with his new wand (rowan with a dragon heartstring core, and he kept it on him at all times), so he was particularly glad that Teddy was over for dinner again, especially since he seemed to be in a mood for stories. Dad let them use his office, and they had the place pretty well taken over. James had got Al to draw several pictures of Julia and Raymond a few months ago. His hand was a lot surer than James's own, and Teddy, despite having an artist for a father, couldn't draw a stick figure without coaching. Al's pictures were taped to Dad's desk and the windows, for inspiration, and crumpled lengths of parchment were tossed merrily around. Teddy didn't edit the stories much, but he did have a habit of changing the way James said things, unless James really put his foot down, which he almost never did, since Teddy's way was usually better. Sometimes he had a good story idea, too, so James figured he'd best learn to say things better if he meant to keep up.

"So, what if we have a portal in the back of the Yeti's cave?" James suggested. "They could go through it and find out how to get back to the island, right? And then they could get their extra wands."

"Well... all right." Teddy shuffled a few bits of parchment. One was folded thick, and James couldn't remember getting it out. "But maybe it would be better if they worked it out for themselves, don't you think?"

James shrugged. "There are good wands on the island. They'd win really fast with them."

"If it's what you want."

"We should make it a window. In the ice or something. They have to freeze themselves to get through it."

"But they don't have wands."

"Oh, right." James thought about this. "Well, maybe they just have to get really cold."

"We can work on it when we get there."

James shrugged. It would be totally different by the time they got up Mt. Everest and met the Yeti anyway. They worked a bit longer, then Mum called them down for pudding. Teddy suddenly got annoyingly grown-up, talking about Ministry politics with Dad for an hour. James fidgeted.

Teddy was watching him out of the corner of his eye. "You know, James," he said, "we left your dad's office a bit of a mess. You should clean it up."

"I should? You're the one who was tossing things all over!"

Dad narrowed his eyes, then smiled faintly and said, "Teddy and I are in the middle of a conversation, James. You should do as you're told."

James rolled his eyes and went back upstairs. The room was exactly the disaster they'd left it in, and Teddy could have cleaned it up with a flick of his wand. Instead, James was left to find a bag and start picking up all the bits of parchment. There was a high pile on Dad's desk, and James started sorting through it for the useful notes they'd made, guessing he'd pack them later to work on it, if Teddy could be pulled from stupid politics long enough to actually do what he'd promised.

The thick, folded sheet fell out, with a light-colored old wand beside it. On the wand was the name "Remus Lupin," and the word "Unforgotten." To his surprise, there was a little note clipped to the parchment.

Dear Uncle Harry,
We both know this can be a pretty dangerous item. We'll want to make sure James doesn't get hold of it. Especially with Dad's wand, which I've tethered to it, as that gets into all the weird little corners. I'm sure he could really wreak havoc with it, given the way he thinks...

Of course.

He unfolded the parchment. A tiny slip of paper fell out. On it, in Teddy's hand, were the words, "I solemnly swear I am up to no good."

James looked over his shoulder. Mum's magical clock was on the wall. In the kitchen, she was magically cleaning up. Downstairs, Dad and Teddy sounded like they'd got into a Transfiguration duel. Lily had a bag of Weasley products, and he could hear her down the corridor, setting off Curses on sweets.

Too much magic to notice one little bit of underage wand-waving.

He drew his wand, pointed it at the parchment and said, "I solemnly swear I am up to no good."

Thin lines appeared at the center:

Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs
Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers
are proud to present
The Marauder's Map

And in a new hand--simpler and fresher:

M. Wings
Aide and co-conspirator
Welcomes the newly bound.

James Potter smiled.


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purebristles From: purebristles Date: March 3rd, 2008 06:47 pm (UTC) (Link)
Brilliant passing-on of the Map!

I like how astute Ruthless' observation of Teddy's reluctance was... says a lot about Ruthless (on Teddy), about Teddy (on the Map), and on you, as an author who just manages to catch the details like that!

YAY! More Teddy stories!
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: March 3rd, 2008 10:56 pm (UTC) (Link)
I'd guess Ruthless has a pretty good idea about Teddy's frequent attempts to control the uncontrollable. Most of his friends probably keep him out of trouble that way!
From: (Anonymous) Date: March 3rd, 2008 07:23 pm (UTC) (Link)
I'm sorry I haven't left a comment on your journal in months - I spent last semester in England, and caught up on fanfic when I got home, by which time Hunter's Moon was already done. So, this is just a general note to say you are brilliant, and Teddy is a wonderful character. I like him more than I like teenage Harry, to be honest, and I did like Harry. Just, without the burden of saving the world, Teddy can really deal with the issues associated with his orphanhood, and you've done a great job of showing that.

I wait (with some trepidation for the emotional trauma that will surely be induced by reading it) eagerly for Safe, but in the meantime, I could spend ages in the Teddy-verse. I am particularly intrigued by his work at the DoM (particularly his ability to contact the dead - how did that develop), and the Lily/Regulus mentions you've let drop.

fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: March 3rd, 2008 11:00 pm (UTC) (Link)
Teddy is a lot more fun to write than Safe. Honestly, all other problems aside, it's a sheer matter of fun quotient. It's not fun to write about the walking dead, so my feet are dragging. But I promised.

I like the way Teddy's brain works, and his weird little control freak foible.
thornyrose42 From: thornyrose42 Date: March 3rd, 2008 07:25 pm (UTC) (Link)
Teddy's very dependable isn't he? I really hope, for purely selfish reasons I assure you, that Safe unblocks itself soon. Although I think that it might kill me rather a lot to have to watch them getting closer and closer to, y'know, Their King's Cross. And I thought that Shades was depressing. Do you think that you need to write the end in order to have that bit over and done with, so that you know that the difficult bit is in the past for you, rather than having it looming closer and closer as you reach the end of Safe?

Anyway, I am always pleased to see more of Teddym, especially when he is being as Teddyish as he is here.

His conversation with Sirius was absolutly marvolous, so in character for both of them, I especially liked the little nod to your canon with the comment about the pirate hat.

"He can try to slip away to Belize as a squirrelly little adolescent again, but we can always find him. Pity we couldn't do it as easily alive. It would have saved a lot of trouble."

I'm curious about this comment though. For one thing I have no idea who or what a Belize is and for another, I presume that this means that Peter hasn't been allowed to take the reencaranation option. Which seems odd really, it seems like the best thing for him in a way, give him the chance to atone for what he did with his previous life and everything. I did like the idea that the Marauders are still keeping an eye on him though. It rang true because whatever he did he is still their responsibility and an intrinsic part of their childhood.

I also enjoyed the almost meta conversation between Teddy and James at the end. James is of course completly right, stories never turn out quite the way that you planed them.

I think that this story also strikes a particular chord with me at the momment because I'm now only a term and two weeks away from leaving my Hogwarts for good and like Teddy I keep looking around me and thinking "This is the last time..." Also the school is getting a new Head next year and I can't quite grasp the fact that it isn't going to matter to me. *snif* Oh Teddy I feel your leaving school pain.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: March 3rd, 2008 11:07 pm (UTC) (Link)
Hmm... actually I meant that he did get reincarnated, and is now living in Belize (central American country) as a teenager, probably a year or so younger than Teddy. I'll try to make that clearer if I go back to this.

Do you think that you need to write the end in order to have that bit over and done with, so that you know that the difficult bit is in the past for you, rather than having it looming closer and closer as you reach the end of Safe?

I think it's so that I know how it fits with the story. Right now, the death is such a random addition to the story I was telling that it seems tacked on and non-sensical. It's like I was saying with the Misery movie the other day; the theme and the ending are just so at odds that it makes the story disjointed and out of touch. If I can write a sensible ending, then I'll know what sort of story leads to it.

There's also the depression factor. It hasn't been a good year, and losing my play-space doesn't exactly make me happy, juvenile as the notion is. ;p
lyras From: lyras Date: March 3rd, 2008 07:45 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh, this is lovely. It makes me want to read the rest of your Teddy stories, which I was too busy for when you posted them. That last scene is perfect, down to the last line.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: March 3rd, 2008 11:08 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thank you! And of course, feel free to read Teddy any time you'd like. ;p
lollapulizer From: lollapulizer Date: March 3rd, 2008 07:54 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh, I've missed Teddy! I hope you get over your writer's block soon, though you keep dropping all these little hints about Teddy's job, and it's driving me insane not to have the inside scoop!
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: March 3rd, 2008 11:10 pm (UTC) (Link)
I don't have the whole inside scoop yet. :P

I've missed Teddy, too. He writes so easily! Kind of hard to keep writing involved stories, though, since I apparently got Victoire's family wrong, and it's hard to reconcile!
sannalim From: sannalim Date: March 3rd, 2008 08:11 pm (UTC) (Link)
Eeee, new Teddy-fic!

My husband plays D&D at an online gaming board, and he's just joined a StarGate-based game that's being run in the d20 Modern system. Reading about how the classes and equipment and stuff work in this particular game made me think of how classes, etc, might be set up in Muggles & Minions....
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: March 3rd, 2008 11:11 pm (UTC) (Link)
I'd wager... exactly the same way. :D

I've been thinking about the Map transfer for a while, and realized I never had bothered to, you know, write it down...
marycontraria From: marycontraria Date: March 3rd, 2008 08:11 pm (UTC) (Link)
As always, wonderful. I liked having the two different perspectives... hope to see you around more, I've missed you. :)
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: March 3rd, 2008 11:12 pm (UTC) (Link)
When I get my own place and can get my wireless back again (Mom won't have the stuff in the house for some reason), I expect to be back to my normal schedule. But God knows when that'll be.
From: (Anonymous) Date: March 3rd, 2008 08:21 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh, this is mean, Fern - just when I have to go to bed! Well, something to look forward to tomorrow.

Sorry to hear you're still having trouble with Safe>/i>. I know how it feels... I've been struggling with my own story since early January, and I feel so bad about keeping people waiting. :(

~Hermione Stranger~
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: March 3rd, 2008 11:13 pm (UTC) (Link)
I know. I'm starting to wish I hadn't promised, but also, I wish I could get started, because I think that daily writing would do wonders for my mood, even if it is the world's most depressing story.
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jedi_chick From: jedi_chick Date: March 3rd, 2008 08:23 pm (UTC) (Link)
What a lovely story to read with my lunch. :~) As much as I'm looking forward to Safe, I could never resist reading more about Teddy! And what an excellent Teddy story, too.

I love the way you've aged Teddy--older and wiser and just as Teddy-like. The fact that he had a plan for passing off the Map, right down to an internal script, cracks me up. And I'm glad that Ruthless was the one to point out that the Marauder's Map needed to be passed on in a more creative way.

I liked all the little details you sprinkled throughout the story--Honoria's newsletter, Sirius wearing the pirate hat, the Transfiguration duel that Teddy and Harry got into. I also liked James and Teddy's discussions about their stories (including Teddy stopping himself from talking about the world of the dead, as James would want that in a story next).

"You left your highly secret Hogwarts map on the table, with your dad's wand."

Teddy came awake fully. "Dammit. You don't know about it."

This whole exchange with Andromeda and Teddy made me laugh. It's good to see their relationship all grown up, too.

Finally, I loved Teddy's addition to the Marauder's Map. It made me all warm and fuzzy inside. ;~) Looking forward to whatever comes next...though hopefully that beginning will sort itself out!
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: March 3rd, 2008 11:14 pm (UTC) (Link)
Teddy does like to have a plan of action, doesn't he? Very Remus-esque that way, though at least he doesn't then want the plan approved by all of his friends.
From: kobegrace Date: March 3rd, 2008 08:49 pm (UTC) (Link)
Blimey, but that's wicked.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: March 3rd, 2008 11:15 pm (UTC) (Link)
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fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: March 3rd, 2008 11:16 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thanks, and Oops!
obsfuscation From: obsfuscation Date: March 3rd, 2008 09:24 pm (UTC) (Link)
Just fantastic. Thank you.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: March 3rd, 2008 11:16 pm (UTC) (Link)
You're welcome. It was fun to play again.
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fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: March 3rd, 2008 11:17 pm (UTC) (Link)
Not unless it actually gives me the combination.;p
darth_pipes From: darth_pipes Date: March 3rd, 2008 11:50 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thought that was perfect, Fern.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: March 4th, 2008 06:08 am (UTC) (Link)
Thanks, Pipes!
From: (Anonymous) Date: March 4th, 2008 12:23 am (UTC) (Link)
I do so love all these small glimpses of the Teddyverse. I wonder if these isn't a thread to tie all the later ones into a nice long third 'TL and the...' story, but then again I would read "Teddy Lupin watches the grass grow for a year" if Fern wrote it.

That could also be my fear of Safe. Which I'm certain I'll have to read even if it is as heartbreaking as I fear. Nonetheless, quite wonderful. Thank you for sharing!
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: March 4th, 2008 06:10 am (UTC) (Link)
I enjoy Teddy. I may end up breaking my promise and hitting another Teddy story before jumping into the dreaded one. ;p
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