I dont' own any original characters that were made up by J.K. ROwling. I wish I did.
Teddy Lupin's Time at Hogwarts
Chapter 1
Teddy's POV
I was in my bed thinking about the adventure that lay ahead of me. Tomorrow I would be on the Hogwarts Express. I also thought about how little I knew about my parents. All my godfather would tell me is my mother was an Auror and my father had a hard time getting a job. I knew I got my metamorphic self from my mother, because I saw a picture. I didn't know anything about her or my father either. They both died on the same day. But my godfather wouldn't tell me anything. Not a single thing.
"Teddy c'mon you're going to be late if you keep lollygagging. C'mon." My godfather said. "Don't worry you'll fit in perfectly. Oh, and keep an eye out for your new History of Magic Teacher. She might be able to help you with your morphing and other kind of stuff like that. Her name's uh… Carly, Carly Edwards. She was in my year. Somehow she got into Hogwarts when she was eight." He paused. "Try not to be so stiff around people. Remember, it doesn't matter what house you're in." He pushed me towards the train. "Bye Teddy."
"Good-bye Uncle Harry." I jumped on the train when one of the train hands took my trunk. I walked down the crammed hall.
"Teddy! Teddy Lupin! Over 'ere. Over 'ere Teddy!" I turned around to see who it was. Victorie Weasley. "I've got a compartment! 'Urry up Teddy. We don't have forever you know!" I shoved toward Tori. She got a compartment at the back. There was a sign on the door. Tori read it out loud, "Reserved for Professor Carly Edwards, if she shows up of course."
"My godfather told me about a new History of Magic teacher called Carly Edwards. I wonder if that's her. What do you think Tori? It makes loads of sense doesn't it?" I turned around to see Victorie looking out the back car window. "Tori, what are you looking at?"
"There's a short person with bubble-gum pink hair running after the train." We stared at the pink haired short person with interest to see what she was going to do. "Look, Teddy. It seems as if she is yelling at us. Maybe, we should open the window." So that's what we did. I didn't know how Tori knew the person was a girl.
Sure enough, the person was yelling at us. "Open the door! Hurry up and open it! I won't be this close forever! Open the blasted door!" Tori opened the door up immediately. The person was clearly a young woman. "Thanks. Gee, I haven't had to sprint like for a while. Now, let me guess." The person pointed to Victorie. "You're a Weasley, but your hair is a bit lighter than the rest of them. So, you must be Bill and Fleur's girl. Um what's your name Victoria isn't it? No that's not right. Err… Victorie! That's it!" Now, turning to me. "You're obviously little Teddy. Gosh, I haven't seen you for eleven years. You definitely won't be able to remember me. I've been going to muggle schools since I graduated from Hogwarts so that's the reason. As for you Victorie, I never saw you before."
"'Ow do you know our names? And might I ask who you are?" Tori asked her venomously. She was obviously suspicious of the woman with bubble-gum pink hair.
"Excuse me madam, but is your name by any chance Nymphadora?" I asked hopefully. The woman's smile vanished.
"Oh, little Teddy. I am afraid I'm not your mother. Trust me, I wish she was still here too." Her pink hair turned teal. It was a long shot anyway. I knew it was a slim chance. Anyways, Uncle Harry said that my mother was dead. But I had to try. "I'm sorry Teddy." I looked into her eyes. There was more pain in them then I had ever seen anyone's eyes. Even more than my godfather's, and that's saying something 'cause there's a lot of pain in his eyes. "Now, to answer your questions Victorie. I knew your name because I am distant friends with your parents, and I knew Teddy's because his mother was like my mentor and his father was my teacher at Hogwarts for a year. My name is Carly Edwards, I will be your new History of Magic teacher, and you'll find yourself lucky because Binns has been teacher maybe a hundred years and he's finally retired. Man, he made class so dull."
"Very well Professor. 'Ow exactly do you know my parents?" Tori had a little smirk on her face.
"Well, Victorie. I knew your parents through your uncle." The teacher had smirk on her own face. "Your Uncle Ronald. Speaking of which. Did you know he's getting married at the end of the final term? I knew he and Hermione were a perfect match." Her hair had turned back to pink. "Of course that isn't the main concern here." She looked at the sign. "I bet Hermione thought of that. I must say I don't find it very amusing. It wasn't really my fault that I was shorter than everyone else and couldn't see anything." Her eyes turned to a bright purple shade. "Well, I must say you two seem awfully stiff. At least Hermione would talk in first year. Although it was mostly about how she had been able to complete all of the standard charms and how she was working on third year stuff. I don't think anyone really paid any attention to it though. You would never guess that the Gryffindor that thought she was annoying the most would end up proposing to her. It was quite obvious after the Yule Ball that he fancied her. Sorry."
"'Ow much do you know about the 'Arry Potter war? You seem to know a lot." Victorie had a small look of well… victory. When the professor didn't reply, she continued. "It seems that you don't know as much as you act. Professor, feel welcome to correct me, but anyone who actually saw the aftereffects of the war would have been able to tell us anything we asked." Edwards just stood there, almost like she was drowning out Tori's voice. "Professor? Professor, are you listening to me? Professor Edwards?" Tori asked. "EDWARDS! DID YOU KNOW IT'S RUDE NOT TO ANSWER WHEN ASKED SOMETHING?! I'M GOING TO PUSH YOU OFF THE TRAIN IF YOU DON'T ANSWER IN THE NEXT THREE SECONDS!" She showed three of her fingers. Her voice had gotten quieter. It almost sounded dangerous. "One… two… two and a half…" Edwards shook her head.
"I'm sorry Miss Weasley. What were you saying? I lost track." Her hair turned bright red. She really didn't try to control it either. I would be extremely embarrassed if that happened to me. Hours passed while I was thinking to myself. "Right. You two should get your robes on. We'll be arriving in about ten minutes." How did she know that? Is she psychic or something? Maybe she can tell me about my parents. You never know. "Now if you don't mind, I think I'll go see if I can find an old friend.
Supposed Carly Edwards' POV
"Really, why do you change your name so much? Don't you think it's pointless? Aly listen to me. You've struggled for eleven years. I know you're an orphan. Tonks was like your mother or something. You have to let go. Have you seen the Daily Prophet? People think you're going mad. Last headline was Heir of Gryffindor Losing Her Edge. It was only from last week." I shifted uncomfortably. Hermione always tried to get me to stick with Alyson Havoc. I was just dropped off at an orphanage with that said, Her name is Alyson. I found out my last name when I got my letter from Hogwarts. "Aly, you need to move on. To tell the truth, I'm surprised you made it on the train. Anyway, read it." She handed me a copy of the Prophet. I grudgingly took it.
Miss Alyson Havoc, the only known heir of Godric Gryffindor. Is she insane? Most believe so. She does after all take frequent visits to a cemetery and cries. Is that how the Heir of Gryffindor should behave? Not at all. One of the bravest students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizarding, crying at a cemetery. A shock from the Harry Potter War? Not likely. Some of her former classmates say she was a loon when she got to Hogwarts.
"One time she punched me for holding her hand. She was quite pretty that year. Now she goes off and changes her name every other day. I can't even remember one of them." says Seamus Finnegan. Luna Lovegood on the other hand says this.
"Aly, is a brilliant friend. She can be a little depressing sometimes, but the closest thing she had as a mother was killed in front of her eyes. I bet you would act like she does if your guardian and her husband were murdered and you saw firsthand." Other witnesses say that Miss Havoc ran straight up to her mentor/ guardian after she was killed, crying. Gryffindor was about bravery. Does Miss Havoc share her ancestor's courage, or is she even Gryffindor's heir? Is it all a lie? Did Miss Havoc just want attention? She was the youngest student to go to Hogwarts at age eight. Was she ready? Did Dumbledore think that Alyson Havoc could handle it? His journal notes this.
"Alyson Havoc, she was acted as an eleven year old. We mistook her for one. We sent her the letter, but when she stood next to the rest of the first years we noticed how she was different. It was in her face. We never asked how old she was because we assumed her to be eleven. When she walked up to be Sorted, I noticed she fit the exact description as the girl in Godric Gryffindor's prophecy. It said 'My heir will be unknown. She will be younger than the rest. From the Hat, when placed on her head, my sword shall slip, for all to see.' I remember she tripped over her robes when she walked up the steps to the stool. I then realized she was shorter than the rest by at least a quarter of a meter. She didn'tknow her name until she got her letter. I also researched to see if there were any witches or wizards with the name of Havoc. The last one was Gryffindor's muggle grandson." What if Dumbledore was wrong? She was after all crying her eyes out at a cemetery…"
The story went on like that forever. Just about me crying. "'Mione, who wrote this?" So what? I have emotions. I bet Gryffindor cried when he was alive. Hermione made a funny little gesture. It was the one we used when we laughed about Rita Skeeter. "Stupid Skeeter." My hair turned to a dull grey.
"Aly, please think about the lively girl you were when we were students. Please be her again. The always energetic girl you were. You're living in the sadness. Be Aly Havoc, the girl that mouthed off Snape all the time. The girl that was never afraid. The girl that always punched the boys that tried to hold her hand. The girl that had to get rid of Malfoy all the time because of the effects of the potions project that you had to work together on. I wasn't there, but I imagine he had lots of bruises from you hitting him. Really, that must have been entertaining for Slughorn. See his I-hate-muggle-borns-more-than-anything and I-hate-Malfoy students work on a love potion without even knowing it." My hair became its natural blond color and my eyes turned to their regular blue-green state.
"I'll think about it." I whispered. "I promise, but until then, I'm Carly Edwards." Hermione nodded.
It's not the best. Honestly, I think I can do better. I'll try, I swear it.
