**This story is not in any way approved by J.K Rowling and I have indeed incorporated numerous of her characters that are found in the last chapter of the 'Deathly Hallows', however I've made up some of my own too**
**I am a massive Harry Potter fan which is the main reason that I wrote this, and also because I love writing and I've wanted to write something on 19 years later for a long time**
**This is not based on 19 years later, it is somewhat earlier and I've modified the ages…also I'm skipping most of the romance here but still incorporating some so as to not ruin J.K Rowling's intentions displayed in the last chapter**
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He could feel something odd brushing up against his legs, something with a peculiar tinge to it. His nose scrunched up in disgust, and glancing down at what had troubled him he saw only a frail cat, with odd patches of fur sticking up stock still. But what scared him the most were those penetrating eyes, so intense, so gripping, so frail…in fact he was lured in to a point where he could feel himself being overwhelmed into that emerald green eye, ready to be consumed into oblivion-
"Teddy! Watch where you're stepping, will you?" the sound of his grandmother's penetrating voice brought Teddy Lupin abruptly back into reality, back into the over protective control of his gran. "Honestly Teddy, I would've thought you'd pay more attention at your attire, now that I realise what exactly you are wearing." Teddy stared dismally into his grandmother's eyes, sharp yet full of misery that time has done no patching up to. He knew he was being an contravene twit, trying to add more pressure to his gran when he knew that he was the only living family she has left; more correctly, the only one that she actually has some fonding towards.
Today was no different. They were passing the park again, ready to venture to the overcrowded bus stop to see equally miserised Ms Trelawny, to hear another one of her nonsense predictions again. This routine occurred every Sunday, whenever Teddy was freed of school and wished to join in with the parkour that the boys next door conducted each Sunday, and with much groaning he was pulled to drag along, for whichever reason he had no idea in.
"First day of Autumn, Teddy. I'd like to plant some ma-, I mean, Mulberry trees. Wouldn't that be a better approach than that barren backyard we have, lying there and being a good for nothing? " The silence that followed made Teddy remember that he was supposed to respond back, with a civil tongue that included no slang and got straight to the point; his gran's definition. "Yeah, lovely." His gran stared wistfully at Teddy, and remembered instinctively how much his behaviour represented her sister, Bellatrix. Both were reserved in their own busy thoughts for much of the time, and both were more suited to adventure and rowdiness. Both could not sit still, for that matter.
On approaching the bus stop, his gran managed to show some strange charm that made the other passengers automatically create a devised path for her, some even making a move to bow their heads in respect. Teddy always lowered his head for the shamefulness in this all, and had smartly, this time, brought a cap to hide both his scarlet face and also his protruding bubble gum blue hair.
Along the way, the usual loud pop music coming from the radio was instead switched to the classical station, as usual when his gran was aboard. This triggered Teddy's sudden realisation that something was strangely peculiar, if it happened more than twice. By the looks of it, it had happened more than years. And even stranger were his gran's friends, like the Potter's and the Weasley's. Each family owned highly peculiar houses, more spacious than imagined when seen on the outside, and those suspicious photographs on the mantelpieces; he could swear they were moving on multiple occasions. This brought him back to last Christmas celebration at the Potter's:
He was squashed between his gran and Rose, the Weasley's first child. The red locks kept on brushing against Teddy's face and making him feel highly uncomfortable, and his gran's sweater itched his cheek. He remembered making multiple excuses to the bathroom during dinner, to escape the uncomfiness and the dreadful heat. On one time that he ventured back into the dining room with a portrait of a man with a sharp beak like nose and stringy black hair, he heard the following conversation:
"Teddy, he doesn't know yet, does he?" This was definitely his Uncle Harry.
"No, he's too young. I'll tell him when the time comes. For now, he isn't to know." This was his gran, with the high pitched squeak in her voice.
"Well, he has to know someday. Rose here and James know already, and I'm pretty sure Albus does too. He has to know that he's a wi-" This unfinished comment by Uncle Ron was cut by a sharp warning from his gran.
"Shush! He might hear!"
And indeed Teddy did. For that whole evening, his mind was constantly swivelling around that suspicious conversation, about him being a something or the other. As usual, Rose, the tattle tale, was his first target.
He remembered going to Rose while the adults were feasting on whisky and slices of gourmet (to Teddy, head aching) cheese.
"Rosie, tell me something."
Rose, as usual, out of sheer curiosity came skipping over. Her freckles were still vividly in Teddy's mind, multiplying by each time that he sees her.
"Yeah?"
"What did they say about me, me being a wi or something?"
"Who?" Teddy could remember seeing Rose's face paling with fear of revealing something that she wasn't supposed to reveal.
"The adults. You know, your father and Uncle Harry."
"They said nothing. I mean, they said stuff like the chicken your gran made was excellent, and that, that, um…"
"Um…?"prompted Teddy. He was clever in these ways of getting things that he wants out of people, and Rose was simply too easy.
"They said…you mustn't tell, Teddy! Promise on Bertie's every flavour beans!"
Teddy was unclear about what exactly Bertie's every flavour beans were, but made a motion of crossing his heart anyway.
Rose had taken a deep breath before whispering in Teddy's ear: "You're a wizard!" before screaming and running away again.
Coming back to reality, Teddy thought what rubbish Rose was telling him. A wizard, out of all lies, a wizard. Honestly, he couldn't believe how childish Rose can be at times.
"Teddy, our stop is approaching. Tie up those shoe laces! And hurry up too! This dreadful symphony is knives to my ear; can't believe how they got elected for the Gold Audrey Prize. Hurry will you?"
