Chapter one -

Teddy Lupin, son of Remus and Nymphadora Lupin, did not have the childhood expected being the child of famous couple who died in the battle of Hogwarts and the lucky child with Harry Potter as his godfather. Teddy stayed with his pure-blood grandmother, she knew about magic, but decided to try and keep it out of Teddy's life as much as possible because she hated it, for what dark magic could do. Harry didn't visit him much, being the busy auror he was. The only thing that made the magic real in this half-blood child's life was the fact that he could change his hair colour whenever he wanted to, mostly depending on his emotions it changed on it's own. His grandma, Andromeda told him that his mom was metamorphmagus and that he has a touch of it too. She also told him that his dad was a werewolf, and it scared him deeply that he might wake up one night as a werewolf and wander off somewhere as a vicious beast in the middle of London.

Teddy's life was good, since they lived in a muggle city, Andromeda had to homeschool Teddy, so they wouldn't get in trouble by the government. When he was young, 2 and 3 years old, Harry and Ron used to take him out of his grandmother's care once and awhile and teach him about magic and bring him around diagon alley to buy him candy. They once bought him a broom and tried to get him to ride it, but Teddy fell off and broke his arm. They mended it with magic and Teddy instantly fell in love with the fact that magic was in him. When Andromeda found out that Teddy was hypnotized by magic, she began to teach him the evil of magic and told him that magic wasn't always used for good, like how his mom and dad had died. He started to dislike it more as he got older and began to think he was a monster for having magic blood. Andromeda secretly told Harry and Ron to never see him again, without telling Teddy, and Teddy never seen them for a very, very long time. Teddy began to question the disappearance of his magic days with his godfather, but Andromeda never revealed the truth. They sent him birthday and Christmas gifts through muggle mail, but nothing otherwise. He was simply told by Andromeda that he was busy with his auror profession.

When he was 6 years old, old Andromeda died on Christmas eve, leaving Teddy alone. He called 999 and when the police resolved everything, they asked the young boy if there was anywhere else he could stay, and thinking about Harry and his busy job he said there was no one he could live with. He opened his gifts with the kind muggle policemen. Andromeda gave him a big trunk, filled with muggle candies and a "diary" for him to write all his feelings down. The trunk was beautiful. The wood was birch, stained with red brown paint. Carved in the wood was something he definitely didn't expect from his grandmother, pictures of wizards, of his parents, of Hogwarts. At this age, Teddy was a smart boy. He didn't really believe in magic anymore. His hair was brown for years, but when he opened to the trunk, his hair turned a dark shade of blue. The policemen didn't notice the change of his hair colour, they were in awe of the value of the trunk. His godfather was obviously a rich man. In gold and red wrapping paper he had given Teddy wealthy clothes. Andromeda must have told him that Teddy only wears jeans because there was three pairs of jeans from the most expensive clothes store in London. There was also a baseball cap in a bright blue colour with orange stitching. From the Weasley family he got a bunch of strangely named candy from a store he has never heard of called "Weasley's Wizard Wheezes."

"Pack everything up now Mr. Lupin. You'll be heading for Scotland in the morning." said the chief policeman to Teddy as he inspects the candy from the Weasleys.

"Scotland! Wh-why Scotland?" Teddy asks immediately.

"The main orphanage here is stock full but Scotland's main orphanage for boys has loads of space for you and your big trunk here."

"Am I staying the night here? Alone?"

"Yeah. You are 10 right?"

"Oh, ye-yeah. I'm 10." Teddy didn't mind lying to this clueless policeman. He'd like to stay here for one more night, alone with his grandmother's spirit. He emptied his trunk, prepared to fit everything in there. He started with his clothes. Teddy put everything Harry gave him in first and them fit all of his other clothes that still fit him into the trunk. He fit his pillow that Andromeda made him beside his favourite blanket that Tonks had given him as a baby. He fit the scrapbook of his parents Harry's wife Ginny gave him and the Percy Jackson series he was working on. He also took his backpack and filled it with other stuff for the ride there. He fit all the candy he got along with a sandwich from the fridge and the diary Andromeda gave him. To remember his grandmother, he took her brooch which was a wolf and a pig (to symbolise Remus and Tonks, but Teddy didn't know it). He slept in Andromeda's bed that night, with pictures of his mother across from him, he began to get very angry at magic. He wouldn't be going to an orphanage if there was no magic. His parents would have been alive if there were no magic, Harry would have liked him if there was no magic. He began to think of his grandmother and how supportive she was. She didn't have to take care of him. She could have sent him away to an orphanage long ago.

He couldn't sleep, so he pulled out the journal Andromeda gave him. It was dark blue with the same symbol as her brooch engraved in silver at the bottom corner of the cover. He looked at the symbol more closely. The pig seemed to be the same size as the wolf and they curved enough to make a circle, there was something in the middle of them but Teddy couldn't make it out. Looking closer, he could see the head of his favourite animal, a sea turtle. He still didn't understand the meaning of the symbol, but he had a feeling it had something to do with himself.

He pulled out a black ball pen and started writing in his best handwriting possible:

December 25

Tomorrow I am leaving the country. Tomorrow I will live with other boys, each with Scottish accents probably. Grandma left me, yesterday. Christmas eve my only family left me to live with my mom and dad. She says my dad is werewolf, but I don't believe her. She simply used the idea of magic to scare me, and now I am a mature 6 year old devastated over the death of everyone I love. Harry used magic to lure me into happiness, but grandma didn't like that, so she made up the story of the death of my parents to make me stop liking Harry, liking magic. She never did tell me it didn't exist though, but she probably didn't want to hurt my kind heart. I have no werewolf blood inside me. I am simply an average, orphaned, London boy who made up stories to make my parents seem heroic. I guess this is a depressing start to my diary, but who knows, maybe this Scottish orphanage will be a good experience. I will have a good attitude and be a new me. Maybe I'll make new friends and forget about all this magic nonsense. I guess all we get to do is wait. 'Till tomorrow, -Teddy

He closed the notebook and thought closely about everything he wrote. For hours he thought about the day and his sorrow, but soon drifted off in a deep sleep.