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Batch 4 - The Phantom Librarian
Spewing out too many words since November 2003
Batch 4
I want the trio conversation about whether or not giving Teddy the Resurrection Stone is a good idea.
for malinbe

"...I can't say why," Harry said. "I promised."

Hermione held her tongue. The conversation kept circling back to this--he'd tell them that what had happened in the Maze had been traumatic for Teddy, and they'd guessed that it had to do with Remus and Tonks, but he'd say no more. "I don't know what to tell you then, Harry," she said.

He sighed. "It goes against everything I believe. But I can't get it out of my head."

This set off loud, braying alarms. Hermione glanced at Ron, who seemed to hear them as well. He said, "You know that's a problem."

"I don't mean that way. It came from nowhere. In a dream." Harry got out of his chair and pushed it back. "I sound like my fifth year, though I reckon at least it's not Voldemort sending dreams this time."

Hermione didn't know where a dream like this would come from, but she wasn't sure she trusted it any more than she'd trusted the dreams from Voldemort. "Harry, I'm shocked you'd even suggest this," she said. "You know how dangerous it is! We talked about it a lot."

"I know. I do know. If I weren't thinking of it all the time, I'd have let him use it when he was ill after the fire. I knew how much he wanted them."

Ron sat down on the sofa in the parlor and put his feet on the arm. "I'd fancy seeing Fred from time to time, but I'm not going to ask you for it."

"That's another thing," Harry said. "When would it stop? I know Teddy needs Remus and Tonks. I know that Andromeda would fare a lot better if she could have a nice chat with Ted--"

Hermione shook her head. "Harry, no, she wouldn't. She's barely been able to make a break as it is. She's got poor Ellsworth hanging by his toenails."

"All right, fine," Harry said. "It wouldn't be good for Andromeda. But who's out there trying to move into Remus and Tonks's place? I know I'm not, and Andromeda certainly isn't. A person only has one set of parents. You can't re-apply. It's part of who you are."

Hermione looked at Ron for backup, but he was looking thoughtful instead. "I don't reckon your folks did you any harm when you saw them," he said.

"Ron, Harry was about to die, both times."

"But he didn't, did he?" Ron asked pointedly. "And here he is, as sane as anyone. Mostly."

Hermione grimaced. "Yes, but that's extraordinary."

"Teddy's extraordinary," Harry offered.

"Of course he is, but his circumstance..."

"I don't know what he saw, but I'm guessing it was extreme, and not very kind to Lupin and Tonks," Ron said, and looked to Harry, who nodded miserably, but didn't elaborate. "I think the circumstance is pretty extraordinary."


He held up his hand. "I know, Hermione. I'm not saying Harry should, but I know why he's thinking about it. I mean, Teddy aside, poor old Lupin... having his own son see him that way. If Rosie or Hugo had a nightmare where you were trying to eat them or whatnot, wouldn't you want a chance to give them a kiss and say you'd never do such a thing?"

"Exactly," Harry said. "I can't stand that he saw... what he saw. And it's not just to tell him that they wouldn't... do what he saw them do, and he feels so guilty."

"It wasn't his fault," Hermione said. "It's just nerves, and pressure, and... oh, Harry, it's a lot of things. Teddy's not a bad son any more than Remus and Tonks would ever hurt him."

"He's a very good son," Harry said. "But none of us are in a position to tell him that."

"We can all tell them how proud they'd be of him--"

"That's rubbish," Harry said. "It doesn't mean anything."

"Harry, you're in the process of talking yourself into this," Hermione said, then sighed. "Listen--pretend that you didn't come up with the idea. Pretend you were here, worrying about something that happened to Teddy, and I said, 'Oh, I know--why don't you give him the Resurrection Stone, so he can thrash it out with his parents?' What would you say?"

"That the damned thing nearly killed Dumbledore. Would have killed him, if Snape hadn't got to it first."

"Teddy has unfinished business with his parents."

"Everyone has unfinished business with someone," Harry replied, with a distinct lack of enthusiasm. "And before you push it any further, the Stone drags you halfway into the world of the dead, and that's the most dangerous place it's possible to be. Looking for immortality almost always leads to the Dark Arts, and Teddy's already got enough rage issues that Malfoy noticed he's ripe for the picking if a halfway ambitious Dark wizard comes along."

Hermione and Ron looked at one another--it was the first they'd heard of that fear.

Ron sat up straight. "Er... Harry, if that's true..."

"It's true that Malfoy said it, anyway," Harry said. "He might have just been trying to tweak me."

Neither Ron nor Hermione offered support of that particular idea. Malfoy was as unpleasant as ever, but he seemed sincere enough in his desire to prevent another Dark uprising. That wasn't the sort of thing he'd say lightly.

"He needs help letting go," Harry said. "And we can't give it to him. Only they can."

Ron took a deep breath, and said, "Well, I can't very well call it for you."

"Don't let him have it for good," Hermione said. "Harry, please, even if you do this..."

"Of course not," Harry said. "I.." He trailed off. "I won't go with him, though."

I vaguely recall a ficlet you wrote (at least, I HOPE you wrote it :) ) where the Marauders were setting up a distraction so that Ted and Andromeda could sneak off and get married - Lily throwing a fit and destroying vases, I think. I'd like to see them planning that.
for sedri
[I don't think I ever wrote the scene outright (though I've mentioned it). If I have and I do it differently... er, oops?]
"I'd be doing this for Ted, you know," Lily said. "He's not a complete toerag. Neither is Andromeda. I don't know how she's related to you." She fixed as withering a glare on Sirius as she could muster.

"First cousins," Sirius said lightly. "Then you're in?"

"You know you want to," James said. "Come on, help stick it to Narcissa."

Lily crossed her arms and tried to intensify the glare, though he didn't appear to notice. Apparently, he hadn't been glared at enough in his life, as, if anything, he smiled more broadly. She gave up and shook her head. "All right. What do you mean for me to do?"

"Right," Sirius said. "I'm going to invite Andromeda here. I think they'll go along with it; they always think I'll eventually come around. So I'll have her up here and we'll pretend I'm one of the prison guards--"

"The what?"

"Haven't you noticed them around here? The whole bloody House of Black has found reasons to visit, which means that Narcissa figured it out and snitched."

Lily thought about it. She knew she'd seen Andromeda Black's older sister here, visiting Professor Vector, who was Severus's Head of House. He said that Bellatrix Black had been giving N.E.W.T. students extra Arithmancy lessons this week. And her father had been in to "consult" with the Headmaster a few times--at least once a week since Christmas--about keeping the "scum of the Earth" away from his precious child, so that hadn't seemed odd. But Sirius's mother was there as well, supposedly to question a detention, though she hadn't questioned any of the others, and his father had been visiting Sluggy all day. Andromeda had always been with one or another of them. "Then this is actually a plan they've cooked up?" she asked.

"With jobs for everyone," Sirius said. "My turn is this afternoon, but they don't really trust me, so Narcissa is going to come with her."

"Which is where you come in," James said. "Or, where we do. We can't have Narcissa paying very close attention to her sister, after all. You and I will give them a distraction."

"How so?"

"We'll have a fight. You can throw things at me."

"I don't know if that will work, but it sounds amusing."

"I figured you'd like it." He grinned, and Lily had a feeling she'd be replaying that damnable grin in her dreams for a few weeks, since a very different and quite palatable James Potter tended to be a frequent guest in them. He looked at her like he knew this, and went on. "Lupin will go down to Hufflepuff to gather Tonks--"

"Won't they notice?"

"Oh, I'm pretty invisible to them," Remus Lupin piped up from behind a large board he was using as a surface to draw on. "I doubt anyone will see me."

For some reason, the boys all laughed at this.

Sirius picked up the plan. "So Andromeda will get here, and Narcissa will be with her, and I'll sit down and say that Pettigrew's bringing up some food, and then Peter's going to complain about how James makes him do all the errands. That's when you go all ginger-tempered at him, and get Narcissa in the middle of it. I'll slowly back Andromeda out, then we'll meet Lupin and Tonks, then Lupin will come back in and I'll get the pair of them out."

"Wait a minute," Remus said, "wouldn't it make more sense if I got them out? They'll know you did it if you disappear."

"She's my cousin. I want to go to her wedding. Someone in the family should."

This apparently passed for logic in their circle, as no one objected.

"How, exactly, are you going to get them out?" Lily asked. "They'll be watching the door. Your dad was talking to Sluggy right in the entrance hall when I came up!"

Again, they laughed, and James said, "Dear, innocent Lily... doors. How quaint."

This wasn't explained any further.

Lily and James spent the next half hour littering up the Common Room with various items she was meant to throw. James was quite enthusiastic about this, offering her everything from knick-knacks to the fire irons, and at one point, brushing her hand, which would also, she feared, end up in her dreams. Her dreams had very bad taste.

When Sirius went out into the corridor to wait for his cousins (letting Remus out at the same time, carrying his book bag for some reason), Lily set herself up at the fireplace, where she could "accidentally" overhear their conversation, and James put the big chairs in a circle with a little table in the middle. Sirius brought the girls in, and they sat down with all the formality of afternoon tea at the palace. Lily couldn't see their faces, but she hoped Andromeda knew what was going on, as Sirius's performance in the role of "spoiled society brat" was quite convincing. The portrait hole opened and Peter Pettigrew flopped into the room, carrying a huge basket up from the kitchens. He looked hot, tired, and miserable at being included in this prank. Why they couldn't have had one of the stronger boys play this part--

He thumped everything down on the table and said, "Sorry I'm late, James. I, er... well, you know... well, you know how it is, you always send me to carry things..."

Lily looked around. "That's true, and it's completely unfair!"

James rolled his eyes extravagantly. "No one asked you, Evans."

"Just because no one asked me doesn't mean I can't see that you're being an idiot. A cruel, self-centered..."

"Et cetera, et cetera..."

Lily stood up and picked up her first knick-knack. She was standing on one side of Narcissa; James was standing on the other. "James Potter, you're a complete berk to your friends, let alone anyone else!"

He gave her an elaborate bow. "Oh, the great Lily Evans has spoken! Everyone bow down!"

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Sirius tap Andromeda's shoulder. They stood and backed away. Narcissa was apparently too offended by the idea of a Muggle-born taking moral high ground against a pure-blood to notice.

The screaming match began. Lily quite enjoyed it, right up until Narcissa turned to make a comment to Andromeda and went deathly pale. She ran for the entrance, where the portrait was still slightly ajar.

Lily, James, and Peter looked at one another and began to laugh. They were still laughing when Remus came in.

More Regulus, please! Since it's a holiday challenge, maybe his first Christmas after coming back from the cave?
for sonetka

The last Christmas Regulus remembered had been at the height of the war--the first war, but the only one he ever thought of. He'd just got his Dark mark (all I want for Christmas, he thought dully), and was idiotically enthusiastic. He and Bellatrix had made a toast to a new world, where the Mudbloods had been routed and the true-blooded sons and daughters of the wizarding world were once again where they belonged. There'd been desultory talk about an attack on the mixed villages of Godric's Hollow and Tinworth. He wasn't sure what he'd imagined would happen--Bella had been quite specific in her intention to make sure there were no more mixed villages--but he was fairly certain that he hadn't really thought they planned a massacre, or at least that he hadn't appreciated the implications of that plan. Looking into his mind at a time that was only, to him, a year ago, seemed like looking through a dusty keyhole into a mausoleum. He seemed to remember thinking of the attack as something like mopping the kitchen floor after someone had been ill. Unpleasant, but quick and necessary. Once it was done, everything would be rosy.

Now, of course, he couldn't hide from the truth. Bella wasn't "cleaning" or "pruning the garden." She'd been planning mass murder. She'd apparently not got around to that particular obscenity, but she'd certainly meant to, and Regulus would have followed her in, blithely blasting away at anything that moved. If the Dark Lord... if Voldemort... hadn't decided to direct his venom at someone Regulus loved, he might have done it, and would certainly be in Azkaban, at the very least. He actually hoped that if he'd done it, someone would have fed him to the Dementors. Even imagining that he might have kept him awake all night.

But something else had happened that Christmas. It was another thing he'd never acted on, but unlike Bella's massacre plans, he wished now, with everything inside of him, that he had.

He'd awakened on Christmas morning to hear an owl tapping at his window. This wasn't unexpected; there were relatives who had absented themselves from the country that year. But this owl wasn't carrying anything. Regulus had got out of bed and looked out the window. A huge black dog had been sitting there, a brightly wrapped box hanging from its jaws. It set it down and wagged its tail, then went off without any signs of hurry. He'd gone as far as to go outside, then was gripped by a dark paranoia--the Mudbloods had sent it, it was cursed. He left it there to rot.

Now, as Christmas Eve in this strange new world turned into a new Christmas, he wondered what had been in it.

He lay awake in his bed until the sky began to gray, his mind turning over possibilities, trying to think of Sirius instead of Bella, and finally could no longer pretend to sleep. The Potters--all of them visiting now--were quietly sleeping downstairs. The house was silent. He rose and went to his door, paused a moment, then, with a decisive move, went across the hall and into Sirius's room.

He stopped.

Like his own room, it had been untouched. It had a wretched infestation of chizzpurfles, which was ostensibly why the Potters didn't use it, but stepping inside, Regulus couldn't quite believe that was the reason. Sirius had made it very difficult to change anything--heaven knew, Mum had tried, both before and after he'd left home--and now it was a faded ghost. Regulus half-expected to be able to see through the bed hangings and draperies. He walked around, looking at the old photographs of Muggle girls in small clothes--"cheap trollops," Mum had called them, as though they were going to emerge from the photographs at any moment and befoul the House of Black with their licentious ways. There was a magical photo of Sirius and his friends taped up above the bed. They were waving, and Regulus waved back in a dazed way, thinking, Dead. They're all dead, every last one of them, and I'm alive, and that just goes to show that choosing the right side doesn't pay... Of course, Wormtail had chosen the wrong side, but Regulus was hardly in a position to judge. He had, after all, been there to greet Wormtail, and had heard the screams as Bella tortured him. "He thought he'd be a double agent," she'd said later, looking quite satisfied with herself, "but I think he's been safely cured of that debilitating delusion. He'll not cross us again any time soon."

And Regulus had just watched it, absorbed it. He'd always liked Wormtail, the only one of Sirius's friends who didn't seem utterly sure of himself and and his own righteousness, but he'd just sat, listened, and accepted. "I'm sorry, Peter," he said. "I guess it doesn't mean much, but I am."

"I thought I heard you moving around up here."

Regulus jumped.

Harry Potter was standing at the door in his pajamas, holding up a candle. Something red was draped over his other arm. "Happy Christmas," he said.

"Right. You too." Regulus smiled nervously. "I was... er..."

"Having a conversation with them?" Harry asked. "I do that sometimes."

"Apologizing," Regulus said. "I feel like I can't ever stop apologizing. Like I don't have any right to stop."

"Who were you apologizing to?"


Harry considered this. "Interesting choice."

"I have a reason," Regulus said. "I'd rather not talk about it, but I do."

"All right."

Regulus sat down at Sirius's desk, where he'd frequently sat as a child, listening while Sirius made his grand, silly plans. He'd always paced when he did this. He was always moving around, always full of energy, and the haunted stillness here seemed to amplify his absence. "Do you think Sirius knows how sorry I am?"

"I'm sure of it."

"He tried to give me something that last Christmas. Probably some stupid prank, but I wish I'd opened it. I wish it was something very stupid that had made me look silly, and he'd laughed. I'd have been angry then, but now... I just wish I'd opened it. He probably said some pretty horrible about me, didn't he?"

"He said you were soft-headed," Harry admitted. "But as everyone else was described as 'evil,' I think that was his way of assuming that you were fundamentally good, just..."

"Just stupid."

"Just young and impressionable." Harry leaned on the door frame. The red thing he was holding swung. "I'm afraid I didn't just come up here because I was concerned about your fragile state of mind," he said. "I need you to do something."

Regulus tried to imagine what--probably leave the house so that he wouldn't spoil Christmas--but couldn't think of anything. "What?"

"Teddy and Victoire and the children will be here in half an hour," Harry said. "They caught me playing at being Father Christmas last year. I'm afraid they know old Uncle Harry, and I had to scramble quite a lot to explain how I was just filling in, as Father Christmas had previously agreed to have breakfast with some other children." He shook his head. "Luckily, they barely know you at all, and have most likely forgotten that anyone is staying here. So... how are you skills at present giving?"

Regulus couldn't quite process that. "What?"

"And jolly laughing. We'll get you a belly that can shake like a bowl full of jelly."


Harry raised his eyebrows. "Well, you don't imagine I'm going to let you mope Christmas away, do you?"
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From: spitc1899 Date: December 1st, 2008 08:45 am (UTC) (Link)
I love every single one of these. I don't think I've seen you do Lily (1) before. The line about her dreams having very bad taste was wonderful. There's such a fine line with Lily and James and you do it so well. I wish I could be more coherent in that. You did it with Teddy and Victoire in the Teddy stories, and with Remus and Dora. They aren't together now, and it's clear why, but it's also clear that they belong together in the future.

I wanted to cry for Regulus. You've made him so real for me, he's becoming my favorite canon character never to appear in the books. :o) I just re-read "Limits" today, and I liked how you managed to work elements of it back into canon.

And the trio . . . I don't know what to say other than Harry is Harry, and Hermione is Hermione, and Ron is Ron. They're the same characters I love from the books, but they have grown. They're not perpetually 17, but they're not strangers wearing the same names, either.
From: severely_lupine Date: December 1st, 2008 09:11 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh, I'm loving these so much. The bit with the Marauders was particularly nice. The reference to teh invisibility cloak was especially good--I always associate that with Harry and co., so being reminded that the Marauders had it, too, is lots of fun. And I love that Remus helped Andromeda and Ted escape to get married. Somehow it seems appropriate, like with Bill unintentionally helping Remus and Tonks get together.
thornyrose42 From: thornyrose42 Date: December 1st, 2008 09:32 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh Reg...

And while we're at it, oh all the rest of them as well.

I know that you don't write the Trio very often but when you do you get them spot on, the Marauders are fantastic I especially like Lily and our glimpses of Narcissia.

But mainly I have to say oh Reg...
lucathia_rykatu From: lucathia_rykatu Date: December 1st, 2008 09:54 am (UTC) (Link)
Joining the above with "Oh Reg."

malinbe From: malinbe Date: December 1st, 2008 02:25 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thank you thank you thank you!!!!

That was beautiful, and great, and I loved it. I will never stop being amazed at how good you age characters. They are themselves and at the same time, they're adults. It is amazing. I don't think JKR could do it any better.

"And here he is, as sane as anyone. Mostly." Ah, I love Ron.

And everything else was awesome, too. Regulus as Father Christmas, that's hilarious.
under_crisis From: under_crisis Date: December 1st, 2008 03:08 pm (UTC) (Link)
when i saw Lupin and Tonks up there, i kept thinking these guys wouldn't have imagined these surnames paired up again for a slightly different reason. *squeeee*

and yeah, poor reg. and poor sirius. *tearing up*
darth_pipes From: darth_pipes Date: December 1st, 2008 03:25 pm (UTC) (Link)
Great job, Fern. Especially on the first story. Adult Harry, Ron, and Hermione's conversation couldn't have been more perfect or in-character.
prelud From: prelud Date: December 1st, 2008 04:08 pm (UTC) (Link)
I vaguely recall a ficlet you wrote (at least, I HOPE you wrote it :) ) where the Marauders were setting up a distraction so that Ted and Andromeda could sneak off and get married - Lily throwing a fit and destroying vases, I think. I'd like to see them planning that.
for [info]sedri
[I don't think I ever wrote the scene outright (though I've mentioned it). If I have and I do it differently... er, oops?]

*scratches head*
I seem to remember something like this mentioned as an example of "Evans temper" in Shifts - Lily exploded when she learned that Petunia eloped with Vernon?

I think we need to set up some sort of FernVerse Wiki, just to keep track of everything (Anna non-Garvey etc). Anyone up to it?
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 1st, 2008 04:43 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh, I've definitely mentioned it; I just couldn't remember whether or not I'd actually written the scene.
From: (Anonymous) Date: December 1st, 2008 05:00 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oooh, I love them - the Marauders and Lily especially. I don't lnow why, but "doors. How quaint." made me crack up.

I was thinking the other day... if I had time (which I don't, really), I would collect all these ficlets, or at least the links to them, and try to put them in some sort of chronologic order... Heh. I think I must be related to Victoire, with my need to organize everything (except for my desk).

~Hermione Stranger~
lollapulizer From: lollapulizer Date: December 1st, 2008 06:13 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh, those last two were great. Definitely very funny, with Lily and her dreams and Santa!Regulus.
From: (Anonymous) Date: December 1st, 2008 09:01 pm (UTC) (Link)
These were all wondeful! Esp liked the Regulus one. This is going to sound so riduculous, but I don't think I've read "Limits" - where is it?
From: spitc1899 Date: December 2nd, 2008 08:32 am (UTC) (Link)
"Limits" has been canoned. It was written pre-HBP and wa. It's the sequel to a story at the Sugar Quill called "The Doll Army" which is, I think, the first thing of Fern's that I ever read. I have a soft spot in my heart for it. :o)

"The Doll Army" is here:

"Limits" is here:

I'm horrible at doing tags on livejournal, so forgive the lack of links.
From: spitc1899 Date: December 2nd, 2008 08:32 am (UTC) (Link)
And that just proves my point that I do not know how the lj tags work.
From: spitc1899 Date: December 2nd, 2008 08:35 am (UTC) (Link)
And also that I can't type properly at 2:30 in the morning.
under_crisis From: under_crisis Date: December 2nd, 2008 02:34 pm (UTC) (Link)
hey thanks for the link! it's one of those fics i seem to have missed. and except for the last bit, all of that really could have happened.
From: oblivi8ed Date: December 2nd, 2008 01:07 am (UTC) (Link)


Hello, I am a lurker a obviously late on the scene. I simply love all of your stuff but I must be missing big chunks of your work.

Regulus? Huh? He's alive? He's staying with harry? He's interested in Lily(2)? When did you introduce this?

I'm finding your Regulus a very interesting guy and I would like to know what else you have written about him.


Thanks for you help!
alkari From: alkari Date: December 2nd, 2008 01:48 am (UTC) (Link)
I must have missed a fic or two, Fern.

When / how did Regulus return?? I've read the Teddy fics, with the S/J and R/T portraits, but Returned Regulus has completely lost me!!
From: spitc1899 Date: December 2nd, 2008 08:25 am (UTC) (Link)
It's scattered between various challenge calls, and Fern -will write- the full story eventually. :O) Ach hem. To summarize, Kreacher fives Teddy Regulus' locket. Teddy and James (II) manage to go back in time and pull Regulus out of the lake and into the future. Andromeda heals him from the effects of the poison from him. The timeline isn't affected because he's been officially dead for forty years. I believe they pass him off as Sirius's son.

Click on the Harry Potter fics on LJ link on the sidebar and you can wade through the various sections. I think the first one chronologically is 'Teddy in the Department of Mysteries,'
alkari From: alkari Date: December 3rd, 2008 09:09 am (UTC) (Link)
Thanks - that explains it. I confess I don't really like a 'return of the dead' like that, because if you bring back Regulus, why not go back in time and 'save' all the others in some way? Which was the issue Teddy has just faced with the Resurrection Stone. I think the dead do need to stay dead, albeit still speaking via portraits if required.

It's like the Butterfly effect - if Regulus didn't truly die back in 1979, who knows what tiny little thing might have been affected, and result in a massive change to timelines, etc.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 3rd, 2008 02:05 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh, that's not really what happened--they were able to save him only because he didn't die--they never found the body in the lake, and Teddy twigged to the fact that, while Kreacher saw him go under, that's not the same thing as seeing him die (unlike other people who would be higher on his list to save). So he was able to pull him forward through time, as long as he didn't touch the years that had intervened.
kt_tonguetied From: kt_tonguetied Date: December 2nd, 2008 04:05 am (UTC) (Link)
sonetka From: sonetka Date: December 2nd, 2008 04:29 am (UTC) (Link)
I love them! Reading all these stories is like opening a little virtual Advent calendar every morning. Thank you much for answering my Regulus request - of all the possibilities that occurred to me, Regulus as Santa was NOT one of them :).
summoner_lenne9 From: summoner_lenne9 Date: December 2nd, 2008 05:36 am (UTC) (Link)
I've been waiting to read the Andromeda/Ted story there for, oh, ages. I mean, that's the Lily/James side, but still. Also, is it bad I giggled at the amount of times I saw 'Lupin and Tonks' in a sentence together?

The trio story disturbed me, since it showed me JUST how much of something IS time and placement. Teddy is a wonderful person, and if he had been 15 during the war, he may have ended up like Regulus. This is just TERRIFYING.

On the subject of Regulus, adore the last one and- OHHH, I love your fics. I had missed my daily dose of Teddy OH so much the past month. I'm happy to have them back. :D.
purple_ladybug1 From: purple_ladybug1 Date: December 8th, 2008 04:59 am (UTC) (Link)
Omg, the staged fight is hysterical.
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