Disclaimer: I definitely do not own Harry Potter. Pretty obvious, but still...
This is just a little fic about what happens when Teddy finds out who Harry Potter is – when he's at Hogwarts. This will be my first chaptered fic, and I will get the next chapter up sometime in the next week, if not today. Enjoy!
"Harry Potter."
The voice resonated above the noisy din of Number 12 Grimmauld Place's kitchen.
"Uncle Harry, are you there?"
It was the voice of a young boy; Teddy RemusLupin to be exact. Harry seemed to be expecting this 'call', and with a quick "Excuse me, dear" to Ginny, he left his dinner and a bemused family to run upstairs to his bedroom mirror. Looking into it he saw, not himself, but the face of a brown-haired, blue-eyed boy of about 11 years.
"Teddy, are you ok? How's Hogwarts?"
"It's great, uncle. And I'm, a Gryffindor, and so's Sophie, and Max is in Slytherin. They're the friends I made on the Express. But I don't want to talk about Hogwarts, I want to ask you something." Teddy said this all very quickly while staring out of the mirror, and his blue eyes slowly changed to match Harry's vibrant green.
"Ask away," Harry smiled. "What about me?"
"Well, Max said something funny on the train yesterday. And I, well, can I just show you?"
"Of course you can, if it's easier."
The boy put his wand to his forehead as he had been shown by his godfather, and after a look of utmost concentration extracted a thin, silvery substance. He reached out forwards, until he appeared to touch the glass, and it dissolved into a picture of a carriage, completely blocking out his face
"Mind if I sit here? Are you first years too?"
"Yeah, I'm Max Hugin, and she's Sophie Foxwell. And you are?" A boy with a muscular build and sleek black hair stood up quickly, offering his hand.
"Teddy. Teddy Lupin."
"Oh, I've heard of your parents," said a blonde girl sitting in the corner of the carriage, reading a gigantic book. "Or, at least, I think I have. Are you the son of RemusLupin and NympadoraTonks?"
"Y-yes. How have you heard of them? They're not famous, well, not particularly."
"I am, for want of better words, a history geek. I love history, especially modern history. So mum and dad got me this book," she held up the book he had previously noted, "which covers the happenings of the last hundred years in the wizarding world. Naturally it has all major battles, and it lists all the defenders in the battle of Hogwarts, both the fallen and the survivors. And of course I've practically learnt this book inside out. I'm awfully sorry you never really knew your parents. They were incredibly brave weren't they?"
"Yeah, I guess." Max obviously saw Teddy's discomfort because he quickly changed the subject.
"What house do you want to be in?"
"Ravenclaw. Well, I guess Gryffindor wouldn't be too bad, but I think I'll probably end up in ravenclaw," said Sophie.
"Gryffindor, or hufflepuff," Teddy volunteered. "My godfather and my dad were in Gryffindor, my mum and granddad in hufflepuff. I wouldn't really mind ravenclaw either, my gran was in it, and practically all my extended family on my mum's side were in slytherin. So I don't know where I'm going. But my brothers are dead set on being gryffindors though, their entire family – mum, dad, all our aunts, uncles, grandparents were gryffindors, I'm pretty sure, so I do kind of want to go there, so as not to disappoint them."
"Hang on. Yourbrothers. But I thought your parents were – sorry – dead," said Max bluntly.
"My godfather, Uncle Harry, has children, and they are all like my younger siblings. I have loads of younger cousins, too. My brothers are Albus and James, and then there's Lily Lu, who's 2. But she always gets me to play stuff with her, like being princes and princesses. Silly really, but I'll miss her all the same."
"Princes and princesses?"
"Yeah, you sound like a parrot. No, it's very sweet, or rather, she is. And it is fun when Al and James barge in being knights or whatnot."
"But don't you ever play anything cool with, err, Al and James? I dunno, like Harry Potter?"
Teddy froze, did he hear him right? "Harry Potter?"
"Yeah, now who's being the parrot? Seriously, don't tell me you've never heard of him, you've obviously been brought up with wizards. He's Harry Potter!"
"I know him. But how do you?"
"Don't be daft, of course I don't know him. But heard of him certainly. He only saved the whole wizarding world, and fought You-know-who a hundred gazillion times."
Sophie looked up again "The First Wizarding War, circa 1970 lasting until 1981. The Dark Lord was vanquished by Harry James Potter, bringing it to a sudden close. The Second Wizarding War, 1995 until 2nd May 1998. Harry Potter killed He-who-must-not-be-named bringing peace to all wizards and muggles. It's all in the book." She shook the book at a bewildered Teddy.
"Honestly, how you know this stuff," Max shook his head at Sophie. "But yeah, it's as Sophie said. Pure fact."
"But-why-I don't understand."
"No-one does," said Max. "But Harry Potter is one seriously cool guy."
"But I don't get why he didn't tell me."
"Who?Oh, why your godfather never told you the story, which most kids know, since, like, forever?"
"Yeah. Why wouldn't Uncle Harry tell me?"
"Uncle Harr- you don't mean to say that your godfather is Harry Potter? Dude, that is totally awesome."
"I guess..." said Teddy as the memory ended. Harry reminded himself that he was, in fact, conversing through a mirror to a confused and upset godson, and was not in a carriage on his way to Hogwarts.
"Well?"
"It's not true is it? What Max and Sophsaid? Is it?" He looked hopefully into Harry's sorrowful face.
"I'm afraid Teddy, that it is."
"All of it"
"Yeah, all of it. I'm not proud of it, but..."
"So you killed someone." The hurt teddy felt was clearly portrayed though his tone of voice, and Harry understood only too well how he felt.
"I had to Teddy. I- he – I'll explain another time, I promise. But not now, not in a mirror."
"And that'll be when? Christmas? Uncle Harry, please. I want answers."
"Ted, honest, I know you do. And I'll try to get permission to come to Hogwarts this weekend, or next, at least. I'll talk to McGonagall, she'll be okay with it, I'm sure. I'll tell you everything. Just promise me you won't talk to anyone else about this, 'kay? I want to tell you by myself, not a garbled account you'll get from others."
"Thanks. I'd like that. But, one more thing – do Al and Jamie know?"
"Yes. They do."
"And you never thought of telling me, too? I thought you loved me!"
"Teddy, Teddy! We only told them yesterday, well, and this morning before breakfast. I was going to tell you later, after lessons. Its- I guess you could say it's quite an adult story, the whole of it, and, forgive me Teddy, I didn't want you to know before you were ready. I loved you too much to let you know the cruelty of the world. Honestly, I sound like Professor Dumbledore. But yesterday I had to tell the boys, and on Saturday I'll tell you, though I just wish I didn't have to."
"Did- did many bad things happen to you, Uncle Harry? I once heard Grandma Weasley say that you never had a childhood, but I didn't really understand it."
"No, no, I was never happier than I was at Hogwarts. Before the war. But I think you could just about say lots of bad things happened to me. Yes, Ted, I think you could say that."
"Oh." Teddy was lost for words, but Harry broke the silence with an awkward chuckle.
"Don't worry, Teddy. I won't tell you more than you can handle. Just enjoy Hogwarts. Now, is it just me, or do you have 5 minutes to eat your breakfast and find your way to your first lesson?"
"Galloping gargoyles! Yes, I do. See you on Saturday, Uncle Harry!"
"I have no doubt you will. Bye for now – If you haveany more problems, just message me."
"Yeah, I will do. Bye!"
Harry watched as the picture swerved to show a portrait opening, and a flight of stairs, before it disappeared. The next minute, Harry was looking at himself, wondering what to do next.
I'd love to have a review, but I don't really mind if you'd prefer to read other stories. I generally do. [Symbol] And sorry if it was awful, I just had to put the ideas down...