"You will find that help will always be given at Hogwarts, to those who ask for it"

Albus Dumbledore

PROLOGUE

There it was. The Sorting Hat. Around it, everything seemed so amazingly still. The teachers sitting straight on their chairs, the brightly lit candles floating so high up you mistook them for stars, and even the bright blue lightning bolts you could see through the invisible ceiling. Only one thing wasn't static then – the beating heart of Edward Remus Lupin.

It felt, to little Teddy, like only one second had passed since "Ayers, Levi" had been placed in Gryffindor, when Hagrid's rough voice sounded through the Dining Hall. "Lupin, Edward" it had called, yet Teddy remained, like everything else, unmoved. Regardless of how much he had longed for that moment, for the selection – his selection – to come, his feet seemed to be stubbornly glued to the ground.

"Go on", the fierce pat on his back was enough to get Teddy's engine back to work. His feet walked forward, his back straightened and his chin held high. He didn't look back to see which of his recently acquired friends had pushed him out of embarrassment and into the promise of seven years of magical challenges. He simply walked and sat and waited.

Hagrid's large, strong hand placed the Sorting hat on Teddy's head, and it fell all the way down to his nose. Immediately the hat started moving, adjusting to Teddy's face, to his brain. To the young boy, the feeling was as if the hat was syncing thoughts with him, as it vastly searched through his memories. Some even flashed before his eyes.

First, was the most recent. He was saying goodbye to his grandmother at platform nine and three quarters. After that, he saw a lazy afternoon, laying in the sun beside Victoire Weasley, his best friend in the world. Then Harry Potter was pointing out his favourite shops at Diagon Alley, as he and Teddy purchased the latter's brand new school material. Finally, Teddy saw himself many years ago, staring at an old picture. It depicted his mother and father, smiling at him.

"Opened to all possibilities, I see," a murmur echoed in Teddy's mind, startling him. The Sorting Hat was speaking to him, the boy understood. It was making an inventory of his traits. "You were well raised, I can tell. Grew up to be smart, but modest. I think I know just where to put you." And then "HUFFLEPUFF" the hat beamed.