Log in

No account? Create an account
entries friends calendar profile Previous Previous Next Next
Teddy Lupin and the Daedalus Maze, Chapter Twenty-Seven: Broken Wings, pt. 1 - The Phantom Librarian
Spewing out too many words since November 2003
Teddy Lupin and the Daedalus Maze, Chapter Twenty-Seven: Broken Wings, pt. 1
Teddy has been to London for the first of his evaluations, and found the Potter children running a little fort in the courtyard. He and Harry have made some sort of awkward progress in their argument. Back in school, he has worried about his next evaluation, which will be in faith, and on Frankie's advice, he wrote to Père Alderman for advice about how not to ask anything "silly or selfish." Alderman tells him that his anger at the injustice of his parents' death is a perfectly legitimate faith question--it was, in fact, one of Alderman's own--but also suggests an impersonal one about faith and community, which Teddy gratefully latches on to. Later, in a thinly veiled dream, he sees his father and the hawk again. Remus suggests that it would be better to just let the hawk keep flying, rather than waiting for him to come back and be fed; Teddy assures him that the hawk wants to come back.

Dippy chapter title that will probably change when I think of something better.

Table of Contents and Summary So Far

"I'm never going to get this," Tinny Gudgeon said, staring helplessly at a test Flitwick had given in December. She wasn't required to actually take the test, but Flitwick wanted an essay that showed her understanding of the topics in it.

Teddy was currently helping Neil, who'd started to come to the plague victim review sessions to catch up on what he'd missed during the couple of days he'd been out for his transformation. He wasn't very far behind, so he only gave a short look of panic when Teddy signaled that he had to leave.

"You're doing fine," Teddy said.

Neil grimaced and applied himself to a Potions recipe he was supposed to memorize.

Teddy went over to Tinny and sat down beside her. "You're doing fine, too, Tinny."

She shook her head. Her fists were balled and planted on either side of her forehead. "I'm not. I'm going to fail my O.W.L. in Charms. And it used to be my best subject!"

"Where are you stuck?"

"The Floo security Charm. I don't know what Flitwick means about 'inclusionary' or 'exclusionary.'"

Teddy thought it was easy enough to figure out--words meant what they meant--but he guessed that Tinny had worked herself into a terror, and it was making her brain a bit fuzzy. "The question is whether the security charm lets people in or keeps people out."

"What? It keeps people out!"

Teddy frowned. "I think... well, think about a lock and a key. The lock is exclusionary. It keeps people out. The key is inclusionary--it lets people in. Is the Charm more of a lock--to keep the world out--or a key, to let the people who live there in?"

"Doesn't it do both?"

"That's what Flitwick wants you to answer. And don't worry--there's actually a debate about it. He was going on about it. There was article in Charms Quarterly."

"Did you read it?"

"No. Neither did anyone else. He's just trying to get you to think about how Charms work."

She looked miserably unsure.

Teddy patted her shoulder. "Don't worry, you'll get it. At least enough for the O.W.L. And if you want to know more, just ask Donzo's dad this summer. He knows everything about Floos, and he loves answering questions." He smiled in what he hoped was a reassuring way, but his mind had coughed up images of his trip into the Floo with Kirley Duke, and was now following a straight path to the horrible night in the Shrieking Shack, when he'd used the knowledge he'd picked up to kill Fenrir Greyback.

"Are you all right?" Tinny asked.


"Are you sure?"

He nodded. "Go on," he said. "Just do your favorite Charms for a little while, until you feel like thinking about them again."

She nodded and set to work on a few simple and amusing Charms that she enjoyed, and Teddy looked around. No one else in the group seemed to desperately need help, so he sat down in his place and was about to start his Transfiguration homework when he felt a light tap on his shoulder. Expecting one of the students, he manufactured a helpful expression and turned around.

Dean Thomas was standing behind him, looking a bit spooked. "Well," he said, "that was... interesting."

Teddy stood up and straightened his papers. "Were you looking for me?"

"Yes. Neville said you'd be here. Could we talk? About McGonagall," he added before Teddy could assume anything else.

"Is something wrong with her?"

"What? No! I'm just nearly finished with her portrait." He looked toward the door. "Could you come out into the corridor? Pince will have my head if I keep you talking in the library."

Teddy gathered his things and followed Dean out, waving to Frankie to let him know to help anyone who needed it.

Dean looked around the corridor and found a bench under a window. There was a dreary early April rain falling outside. He sat down; Teddy sat beside him and waited for him to speak.

"The portrait has as many of Professor McGonagall's memories as she's chosen to give it," Dean said after a while. "I asked her if she could name some other people whose memories of her she'd most like it to have as well."

"For a little depth," Teddy said. "Phineas Nigellus told me that he had a lot of his son's memories."

"Yes. I sometimes wish other people's memories were enough to make the portrait completely work."

"I wish you could, too. I'd let you try this"--he held up Dad's ring--"but I'm afraid that if I use another spell on it--"

"--it could break. I wouldn't let you risk it. And your memories of what it tells you wouldn't be any different than adding memories from a third party." Dean shook his head. "At any rate, you were one of the people Professor McGonagall wanted me to talk to."


"She likes you quite a lot, Teddy, and she's a woman whose good opinion means something."

Teddy was dumbfounded by this bit of information. He had invited McGonagall for a tea, and they'd gone into the Pensieve together to research Greyback. He had talked to her now and then, and he certainly agreed that her good opinion meant something... but was that enough for her to name him as one of the few whose memories of her she wanted preserved in her portrait. The one thing he knew about her that others didn't--that she had once loved a boy named Alphard Black, who had called her "Pallas" and returned her love--was something she'd asked him not to share.

He frowned. "Wait... you said my memories of what was on the ring wouldn't be enough to make a portrait of Dad, but would they be enough to put memories into Professor McGonagall's?"

"Yes. That's what I meant by third party. But I'm sure she wants your memories."

"No," Teddy said. "I mean, I'll give a few, but I know what ought to be there."

"Do you know the spell?"

"Concresco Cogitatonus, right?"

Dean nodded. "Yes." He dug in his portfolio and came out with a small glass jar. "It's Unbreakable," he said. "Just put what you'd like to in it."

"Will you be able to see it?"

"No. I just mix it with the paint. These will go into some shading and highlighting."

Teddy took the jar and concentrated on his own memories of McGonagall first--the way she'd come to help him, her concern for the students this year, the way she'd taken special time to show him his grandmother Julia. Then, once those had curled down into the jar, he searched his memory for anything Dad had shared about learning from her, about her acceptance of him as a colleague when he'd come to Hogwarts. There were memories of detentions with the Marauders, and one--Teddy's favorite--where the boys had been talking about who their ideal girls were and Sirius had announced that he thought Professor McGonagall the best woman he knew, and that he'd be certain to marry her, if she were just a bit younger (he had been thirteen at the time). These memories were much paler than Teddy's own--a sandy shade of tan--but Teddy thought they would be more valuable in the end. And he had a feeling that they were what she truly wanted.

He sealed the jar when he was finished, and gave it to Dean. "Could you tell her, thanks for asking?"

Dean nodded. "I'm sure she'll be grateful for your addition."

"It'll be a great portrait," Teddy said. "The mural's really good, too." In fact, now that it was finished, Teddy suspected that Dean had put more than a few third party memories into it--it wasn't aware of the world in the corridor (except for the boggart), but all the figures seemed to have at least some discernible personality.

"I wish it really had his personality," Dean said. "If you ever just want me to paint him for you--"

"We have your portrait in the parlor," Teddy said. "I like it a lot."

Dean sighed, and stood up. "I have to get back and finish up. I have another sitting starting tomorrow."


"Narcissa Malfoy. Can you believe it?"

Teddy couldn't. He shook Dean's hand and let him go.

The study group broke up a few minutes later, and Teddy wandered toward the Great Hall, not sure what he meant to do or where he meant to go. The idea of just sitting at the Gryffindor table until curfew, maybe chatting with Victoire or Ruthless, or moving over to Slytherin to play cards with Corky and Maurice (and probably Donzo), occurred to him with a sort of vague, nostalgic interest, and it sounded as good as anything else. Thus he was in the entrance hall when the great door crashed open, and Hagrid thundered in, looking wild.

Teddy went to him. "What is it, Hagrid?"

"Got to find Madam Pomfrey," he said.

"Madam Pomfrey? Is the plague back? What's happening?"

Hagrid shook his head. "It's an accident."

"One of your students?"

"No! It's Dapple... 'e's hurt bad."
40 comments or Leave a comment
Page 1 of 2
[1] [2]
From: (Anonymous) Date: October 13th, 2008 07:39 am (UTC) (Link)


-works meant what they meant-

Surely this should be worDs?
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: October 13th, 2008 07:53 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: typo

Why yes, in fact. :)
From: tree_and_leaf Date: October 13th, 2008 09:05 am (UTC) (Link)
As always, a good update - it really feels like Hogwarts, and its always fascinating to take a more detailed look at wizarding portraits. For once I'm commenting early enough to point out a typo:

There was article in Charms Quarterly.</i. You've missed an 'an' here.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: October 13th, 2008 10:55 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oops, yes I did.
amamama From: amamama Date: October 13th, 2008 09:31 am (UTC) (Link)
Great Hogwarts action, and great interpretation of how wizarding portraits work. I like the idea of adding "outside" memories for depth.

And poor Dapple - now, what's happened?
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: October 13th, 2008 10:57 pm (UTC) (Link)
I've just been thinking about the portraits described, and I somehow can't see that all of the moving pictures were planned pre-death to be great communicators. (Barnabas the Barmy comes to mind.) So, there must be a difference in type. Right?
indigoblue4ever From: indigoblue4ever Date: October 13th, 2008 09:43 am (UTC) (Link)
Just when I was wondering what to read next.. what wonderful timing you have. And, as always, a wonderful part-chapter.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: October 13th, 2008 10:57 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thank you. Glad to be of service.
thornyrose42 From: thornyrose42 Date: October 13th, 2008 10:46 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh Dean, I do have a rather large soft spot for Dean and this was really lovely. I especially liked the bit where Teddy turns around with his expression coached into a very good (this being Teddy) impression of his dad (his dad's helpful face, aww) and doesn't explain why he is spooked, because, you know, he has a mild acquaintance with tact.

Again you've perfected that undercurrent of profound awkwardness. I am really pleased that you decided to address Teddy's issues with this, along with all of the other issues, those many many issues. Including the fact that he doesn't believe that she could possibly have wanted his memories just as much as theirs.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: October 13th, 2008 10:58 pm (UTC) (Link)
I can't imagine how awkward it would be to talk to someone who was an orphan because of me.
From: kobegrace Date: October 13th, 2008 01:55 pm (UTC) (Link)
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: October 13th, 2008 10:58 pm (UTC) (Link)
He'll be okay. :)
willowbough From: willowbough Date: October 13th, 2008 02:08 pm (UTC) (Link)
Scenes of Teddy teaching and teaching well always make me nostalgic, and I suspect I'm not the only reader who feels that way. What a pity we'll never see two generations of Lupins teaching together.

It looks as if Teddy and Dean have come to terms with each other, which was perhaps one of the good things to come out of the Quarantine. And poor Dapple--I hope he can be healed. Though I wonder if helping with hippogriffs will give Teddy more insight into becoming an Animagus.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: October 13th, 2008 11:00 pm (UTC) (Link)
Dapple will be all right (flaw of the serial format; the endings of sections give them more weight than they ought to have).
redlily From: redlily Date: October 13th, 2008 02:27 pm (UTC) (Link)
Dapple?!! What could possibly want to hurt a baby hippogriff?? Oh no, is it stuff from the Maze that's managed to find its way back to Hogwarts? I'm worried!
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: October 13th, 2008 11:01 pm (UTC) (Link)
It's nothing deliberate! No one's out to get him.
malinbe From: malinbe Date: October 13th, 2008 02:41 pm (UTC) (Link)
That was very nice.

For Dean's sake, I hope Draco isn't around making insidious comments- though I can totally imagine him doing it on purpose, haha.

It was a nice interaction between them- the awkardness will never go away completely, but at least they are capable of a bit of small talk.

Oh, I hope Dapple will be okay.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: October 13th, 2008 11:03 pm (UTC) (Link)
Draco's definitely not around. :) No, I doubt the awkwardness will ever go away, but Dean's a good sort, I think, and I hope the resolution here turns out to be good.
scopart From: scopart Date: October 13th, 2008 02:51 pm (UTC) (Link)
Always love Teddy and Dean. And, or course, McGonagall. They're right, her good opinion really does mean something. The memories Teddy gave were very fitting.

Dapple! Oh no, what now?
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: October 13th, 2008 11:04 pm (UTC) (Link)
McGonagall is a person whose good opinion I'd want, anyway.
From: maxzook Date: October 13th, 2008 03:50 pm (UTC) (Link)
A misteak:

There was an article in Charms Quarterly

I find it ... interesting ... that McGonagall would ask Dean to ask Teddy to contribute memories to the portrait -- I would've thought she'd ask him herself. But maybe it's that Scots Protestant reserve. Or maybe it's the painter's job to pass on the request?

Or just maybe you have something in mind to explain this? ;D If so, surprise me (as you so often do)!

From: maxzook Date: October 13th, 2008 03:55 pm (UTC) (Link)

How about this?

The magic of the portrait derives from the skill of the painter and not its subject. Harvesting and applying appropriate thoughts and memories to the portrait is Dean's job -- McGonagall could no more do it than she could paint the portrait herself.
From: (Anonymous) Date: October 13th, 2008 03:57 pm (UTC) (Link)
Poor Dean.
I think he deserves one of Teddy's dreams, just for closure of some kind.
sgt_majorette From: sgt_majorette Date: October 13th, 2008 04:42 pm (UTC) (Link)
What do you think spooked Dean when Teddy turned around, having manufactured a helpful expression?

I bet he looked like his dad -- not morphed, but just in the eyes or something.
etain_antrim From: etain_antrim Date: October 13th, 2008 04:13 pm (UTC) (Link)
While it is always awkward to see Teddy and Dean together, this is a nice, healing interaction. Teddy is such a good teacher, it's kind of a shame he isn't interested in pursuing that as a career. But, it may be healthier for him to strike off in his own direction.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: October 13th, 2008 11:06 pm (UTC) (Link)
A part of him knows that he'd be a great teacher, but he also senses--accurately--that as long as he was "Professor Lupin," he'd never truly be Teddy.
sgt_majorette From: sgt_majorette Date: October 13th, 2008 04:45 pm (UTC) (Link)

Hot for Teacher

"Sirius had announced that he thought Professor McGonagall the best woman he knew, and that he'd be certain to marry her, if she were just a bit younger (he had been thirteen at the time)."

We don't see this often enough in fanfic! Minerva has to have been something of a diva in her youth, just the kind of 50-year old that a thirteen-year old boy would develop a crush on, whatever his adult sexuality turned out to be.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: October 13th, 2008 11:07 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Hot for Teacher

And I just think that Sirius is the sort who would entirely dig the idea of the straight-laced school teacher who just had to have been a hellion in her youth. Whether she was or not.
From: (Anonymous) Date: October 13th, 2008 06:57 pm (UTC) (Link)
You do know you're torturing me with that mural, don't you... and Dean, still afraid of Madam Pince... *giggles*

*waits nervously for next update*

~Hermione Stranger~
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: October 13th, 2008 11:08 pm (UTC) (Link)
I think everyone would retain a healthy fear of Madam Pince. FEAR YOUR LIBRARIAN. ;p
40 comments or Leave a comment
Page 1 of 2
[1] [2]