Prologue:
"Uncle Harry," A small boy with strange turquoise hair piped up, "Tell me again about my father." The little boy, tucked up in bed, stared expectantly at the young man who was propped atop a small rocking chair beside him.
"Teddy," the young man spoke with mock exasperation, "It's late and your grandmother will kill me if I keep you up any later." The young man stared down at his godson, so young and so lonely. He knew all too well the desolate life of an orphan, for his own parents had themselves died before Harry was able to do much but crawl and girble. Now he was a guardian of a small boy who would grow up the same. No, thought Harry, I had no one to talk to about my parents and he, well he has me and his grandmother. This resigned Harry, who cleared his throat to begin.
"Uncle Harry," the five year old once again began, "Please don't leave anything out this time." Little Teddy knew all too well that Uncle Harry withheld vital facts from him. Teddy never knew his parents, but he wanted to know everything he could about them. They were the fairy tale hero's of his own fable and he needed to know every last detail.
"I'll try." And with that the young man summoned up a memory from the depths of his brain and, as if recounting a dream, he began. "The first time I met your dad, I was thirteen years old. I liked him from the start. There were bad creatures called Dementors in the train going to school and he saved every single kid in that train. That is how good your dad was at magic. Then, after he had warded them off do you know what he gave me?" He must have told this story to the young Teddy a dozen times for the excited child yelled out, "CHOCOLATE!"
"Ha ha, that's right!" Harry smiled remembering how Teddy's father, Remus Lupin, had made him eat the chocolate insisting it would make him feel better. The little boy gave a small, inpatient cough which rocketed Harry back into reality. "Well, he was the best teacher I ever had at Hogwarts. He was brilliant. He taught me all sort of cool things and I swear I could not have done half the things I've been able to do without his guidance."
"Uncle Harry," Teddy interrupted, "How come my dad didn't come back and teach your next year?" Harry paused and contemplated an answer. Teddy wasn't quite old enough to know the truth, but he couldn't just lie to him. "He..." Harry began. "He quite. Something to do with not wanting to overstay his welcome." That was true enough. "Well, anyway, as I grew up your dad was part of this group to help me and my friends on that quest thing we did. Remember that Teddy?"
"Yes Uncle Harry." Teddy moaned. "Only everyone knows it. You are like the biggest hero ever."
"Well maybe not ever."
"But I don't want to hear about you. Tell me more. What did my dad look like? What was his favorite color? What house at Hogwarts did he go to? What-" But he was cut off as the door to his little room swung open.
"Harry dear, Teddy really needs to get some sleep." A slender dark haired woman stood at the door impatiently looked from Harry to Teddy. Andromeda was never an indulgent women when it came to Teddy's bed time.
"Right, sorry," Harry quickly stoop up. "Brown hair, not sure and Gryffindor. Got to head out. See you soon Teddy bear!" And with that Harry left the room. Little Teddy absorbed all the last minute information and settled into his bed. That night he dreamed of his father. A hansom man, tall and lean, coming to save Teddy from very large furry beasts. They would ride away from danger on a broom, but dream Remus still seemed to engulf Teddy in a hug all the while.
However, as Teddy dreamed of his version of his father, Harry lay awake in his own bed contemplating when he should tell Teddy the whole truth.