A/N: This series is written specifically for a competition and tells about Teddy as he learns about Fenrir Greyback. In this first chapter, Teddy gets a bedtime story from his Aunt Hermione. He's about two here.

Submission for:

War of Angels Competition: Round Three - Teddy Lupin. Secondary character - Hermione Weasley. Relationship - parental

Open Category 3: Next-gen

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

The little boy kicked his legs excitedly under the bedsheets as Hermione entered his bedroom. Andromeda chuckled, rising from her place at the end of the bed and walking towards the door. Before she exited, she patted the young woman's shoulder and whispered, "He's all yours now." Hermione shook her head with a wry smile. She loved Teddy as if he were her own child and loved tucking him in at night.

She came to the boy's side, putting her hands on his legs to still them as she tucked him securely into the sheets. "Ready to go to sleep, Teddy?" she asked sweetly.

"Story! Story!" he cried, as he struggled free and messed up her neat work.

Hermione sighed playfully. How could she forget his story? She had been the one to inspire a love of books and stories in the first place.

She walked over to the small bookcase in the corner and read the titles, "Babbity Rabbit and the Cackling Stump, Cinderella, Curious George..."

"Wolf!" the little boy cried.

Hermione turned around. "You always want that one," she said.

"Wolf!" he cried again and Hermione laughed. Of course he would want that one. What had started out as her own attempt at making something up after he had gotten bored of the others, had now become the little boy's favourites.

"Alright, alright," she said, holding out her hands to calm him down. "We'll do the Wolf."

He squealed, quieting only when she placed a finger on her lips to remind him that his grandmother might come back if he was too loud. She sat back on the bed and waited a few seconds before she began.

"Once upon a time there was a wolf. He had large yellow eyes, sharp pointed teeth and long claws. He was very lonely since he had no friends because all the forest animals were scared of him. They thought he was a monster and eventually, the wolf began to believe them too.

Then one day, the wolf was sitting alone when a stag, a dog and a mouse came up to him. He bared his teeth, warning them to stay away. Did they want him to hurt them? Didn't they see he was a monster?

But they did not run. They came closer to him and the stag asked, 'Do you want to hurt us?'

The wolf shook his head. 'I've never wanted to hurt anyone,' he said.

'Then you are not a monster,' the stag said as they sat at his side.

They became the best of friends, as they roamed the forest together and the wolf couldn't be happier. He was no longer alone and he didn't feel like a monster anymore.

The end."

Teddy clapped his hands in delight. "Dada wolf?" the little boy asked.

Hermione nodded. The story was also her own way of letting the little boy know a bit about the father he had never been able to meet. However, she didn't think he was ready for the gritty details that followed so she always ended the story on a happy note.

"Dada nice wolf," the little boy said, nodding as well.

"Yes, your daddy was a nice wolf," she said.

"All wolf nice?"

Hermione shook her head sadly. "No, Teddy. Not all wolves are nice, but I won't let any bad wolves get you."

"Promise?" Teddy asked.

"Promise," Hermione said, placing a kiss on the little boy's forehead before she tucked him in and bid him goodnight.