A.N.: Bunny that wouldn't leave me. Wrote it listening to "Into The Fire" from Thirteen Senses.

Disclaimer

I don't own Harry Potter, J. does, if I did *cue witty remark*

It couldn't be right. They really wanted him to give up his precious godson? The same godson he had sworn to protect with his life? All because he was the son of a metamorphagus and a werewolf. A filthy abomination.

The day Harry Potter was told they were going to kill Teddy, he knew what pure, raw hate was.

He felt it coursing through his veins, turning his visions red and giving him murderous intent. Nobody would dare touch his baby, less they wanted to bring upon themselves his wrath. He felt the need to lash out, to attack anyone who tried to harm his beautiful,innocent child. To protect.

But that day Harry Potter also discovered what unadulterated love was. He understood why his parents and Sirius had died for him. The reason Tonks and Remus left their sweet son. He would give his last breath up if it meant Teddy could live a happy and long life.

It was all really unfair. The babe had done nothing, except pull his godfather out from a depression. His sweet smiles and giggles brightened the young man and in return Harry doted on Teddy as if he were his own son.

In short, he was his.

His to raise, his to protect, his to love. He would fight with all his might.

At first, he tried to pull strings with his hero status, but nothing he could do worked. The public was appalled that their saviour had to associate with a monster. The Ministry officials just sneered at him and kept piling red tape in front of him to win his case. He had thought that with Voldemort gone, prejudices would die out, too. What naïve ideas!

He then turned to the Weasleys for help. His surrogate family was a disappointment, too. Having lost one of their midst, they were prone to listen to what the new Ministry-which their brother and son had died for- said.

Harry was about to give up hope, but looking at Teddy's ever-changing hair and amber eyes, that were so much like his father's; his resolve strengthened.

Thankfully, he still had Hermione, Neville and Luna. After publishing a number of articles and using their status too, it was clear the public wouldn't be swayed.

Hermione, knowing deep within her heart that Harry would sooner die than watch his godson fall to injustice, just looked at him.

That look said everything.

'Run fast and far away.'

'I won't forget you.'

'I will miss you.'

'Keep safe.'

'I love you.'

With tears refusing to fall, Harry glanced at Neville. Loyal, brave Neville. He received a shaky smile and a nod and a brotherly hug in response. Both men ignored their pride and let the bitter tears run down their faces unashamedly.

Luna had lost for once her dreamy look and was a sight to behold. With righteous fury in her face, she looked the warrior she was. Her demeanour took that of sympathy when she turned to the raven-haired young man next to her. She, as her two companions, knew what was coming. The young woman pulled an amulet from her pocket and pressed it tightly into Harry's hand.

That night, Harry packed everything he had.

The next morning, when the Aurors arrived at Harry Potter's residence to execute 3 month-old Teddy Remus Lupin, they found everything deserted. Everything screamed abandon.

Harry Potter and Teddy Lupin had disappeared from the wizarding world, never to be seen again.