Author's Note: Welcome, readers, to my story! I just wanted to say that this story takes place in teddy Lupin's 7 year, and so he is 16 (17 in about April, from what I can tell from Deathly Hallows), however, I wanted to include Ron, Hermione, Harry and Ginny's children in the story too, so everyone just pretend that the Epilogue from Deathly Hallows is called 17 Years Later, not 19. I also decided that Teddy and Victiore would not be snogging on the platform, because I really want to watch their relationship grow over the years. Other than that, this story is as canon as possible, and I have added in the other new Weasley children, Luna's children and Malfoy's. All the names are legit canon, as posted on Jo Rowling's website, which you can check if you want to know who all the parents are. Just take the eraser Portkey and go through the door. I guessed on the ages and years of the kids though, as they are not posted on the family tree. Enjoy!

Chapter One

Teddy Lupin didn't know whether to be excited or sad. He thought this over as he fought his away across Platform 9 ¾ for the final time. He supposed he was excited to be out of school after this year, but sad that he'd be leaving the magical place behind. Teddy had changed into his school robes just minutes before our story begins, and he came back from changing to find that his friends had vanished. They had probably run off as a joke, so Teddy didn't really mind. He edged his way through the crowd, heading for the train. He caught sight of his reflection in one of the windows, and immediately drew closer.

Whenever he was around his grandmother, Teddy kept his hair sandy brown, in a style that wasn't really a style at all. It just sat on his head. Now that she had bade him farewell and Apparated fifteen minutes ago, he was welcome to do whatever he liked. Screwing up his eyes and concentrating hard, he changed his appearance to what he liked. When he stepped away from the window, he was still recognizable, but only if you knew him very well. His hair was sleek black and spiked, and just for fun he had added a few icy blue streaks here and there. His eyes were a darker blue than they usually were, and he had narrowed his nose a little. He began to walk along the side of the train, peering into compartments, but was not searching for much longer because he heard someone shout his name.

"Teddy!" the voice broke through the babble of students. Teddy craned his neck, trying to see who it was. He spotted his Uncle Harry waving at him from a small group of people. Teddy waded over, grinning. "Seventh year, eh?" said Uncle Harry, clapping him on the shoulder. "It's a good one."

"What are you talking about? You never even had a seventh year!" Teddy laughed.

"Well, neither did I!" said Uncle Ron indignantly. "And I turned out okay."

"You should have come back." Hermione said, standing up after helping her daughter Rose straighten her Hogwarts tie. "You should have come back and finished your education, like I did."

"Like hell I would have." Ron snorted. Ginny and Hermione shared a look, but they were both smiling.

"Teddy, what did you do to your hair?" Ginny suddenly asked. Teddy's hand jumped to his head.

"What? Did I make a bald spot or something?"

"No, it just looked a little more….professional when you had it in a regular colour."

Teddy frowned. "It's fine. Anyways, I've got to get to the train. Noah and Derrick are waiting."

All along the platform he saw familiar faces. Twelve year old James Potter scrambled past him in search for his friends, Victoire was in her sixth year, and she waved at him from near a pillar. Teddy felt hot around his neck and kept moving. He saw Dominique and Louis, Victoire's younger sister and brother, twins and in their fifth year now. They were talking to Molly and Lucy, Percy's daughters, who were entering their fourth and third years respectively. A short while later he spotted George Weasley trying to break up a squabble between his third year son Fred and second year daughter, Roxanne, so he did not stop to chat, but he did pause for a quick hello with Luna and Rolf, who were seeing off their eleven year old son Lysander. His nine year old brother, Lorcan, looked close to tears.

"You should spend time with Hugo and Lily." Teddy told him. "All they ever do is talk about Hogwarts and about what they'll do when they finally go."

Minutes later, Teddy climbed onto the train and strolled through the corridor until he found the carriage with the compartment he and his friends had claimed. He grinned to himself ant how the first and second years automatically moved out of his way for him to pass.

"I love being a seventh year!" Teddy announced as he threw the sliding door open. It took him a moment to realize that he had just barged into a compartment full of fourth year Hufflepuffs.

"That's…..umm…..nice." One of them said sarcastically. Teddy backed out quickly and dashed to the next compartment. Luckily, Noah was sitting in there, scribbling a note to himself with his quill. Derrick was across form him, rifling through the pages of Issue #12 of Martin Miggs, the Mad Muggle. Teddy threw himself into a seat and groaned.

"What?" Noah asked without looking up.

"Fourth years are snot rags." He explained, loosening his Ravenclaw tie a little.

"Agreed." Derrick said flicking a page in his comic book and trying to brush a piece of his brown hair out of his eyes. It didn't work. It never did. Derricks hair had a mind of its own, and he never cut it unless he walked into a wall or a doorframe or something because it impeded his vision so badly. Noah, on the other hand, was blond and has his hair buzzed, so it was severely short. They were both a bit shorter than Teddy was, but Derrick was better muscled. He played Beater for Ravenclaw, and had actually been made captain this year. Teddy had tried Quidditch for his first couple years at Hogwarts, but he was always just plain awkward on a broom. For him, having a long piece of wood jammed between your legs was a painful experience, rather than exhilarating. No, Teddy was far more into a different type of sport. It was a Muggle sport, which his friends often teased him for, but since this particular sport was a martial art, they never teased him enough to have him use some moves on them.

Teddy discovered martial arts at age seven, and had taken a Muggle class for three years. He didn't do it for the violence (which, admittedly, was pretty cool), but for the discipline. Andromeda, his grandmother, had told him all about his parents, about how his mother was a Metamorphmagus, like him, and how his father was a werewolf. Teddy was not a true werewolf; in fact, he hardly showed any symptoms at all when he was younger. But as he grew older, the night of the full moon became a time when people wanted to steer clear of him. He would grow aggressive and angry for the day before and after the full moon night, and he even started to notice his fingernails and teeth would get a little sharper, and his hair more wild and also dark brown, no matter how hard he tried to change the colour. He even noticed his eyes would become darker and more sharp. His nose and ears would also be enhanced. Martial arts gave him a way of disciplining the wolf, and making sure he never let it take over him entirely. Every night at the full moon, he would leave the dormitory and simply wander the grounds, practicing patterns and moves, keeping himself at peace.

"So how many relatives of yours are coming this year?" Noah asked, finishing his note and stuffing it in his pocket. It was a habit of Noah's to write down almost every thought he had. The wall around his bed in their dormitory was papered with bits of parchment, napkins, and even Drooble's Best Blowing Gum wrappers.

"They aren't my relatives." Teddy said. "Not blood relatives, anyways. The parents are all Weasleys, or friends of them, so they're all really close. I'm just, like, the extra kid."

"You see them all the time, though." Noah pointed out, stowing his quill behind his ear.

"Point taken." Teddy said. "So, let's see, Albus, Rose and Lysander are starting this year."

"And that's everyone, isn't it?" Noah asked. Noah was always riveted with the number of 'relatives', blood or not, that Teddy had. Noah was an only child, and both his parents were, as well, so he didn't have any cousins or siblings. Derrick had twin brothers, but they were both out of school by now. Teddy had never heard much about them.

"No. Three more to go. Lily, Hugo and Lorcan." He ticked them off on his fingers. "They'll all be here in a few years."

"If Hogwarts is still here." Derrick said.

"What?" Teddy looked at him.

"There's been a murder." Derrick said. "Another one." He picked up the newspaper on the seat next to him and handed it to Teddy.

"Not the Lestranges!" Teddy said, flipping the Daily Prophet over to look at the front page. There was indeed a picture of Rodolphus and Rabastan Lestrange, two of the only Death Eaters who had managed to evade capture after The Battle of Hogwarts. Over the last few months, they had been gathering followers. Teddy's Uncle Harry said that they thought they could bring back Voldemort. "Who died?" Teddy said, eyes rippling down the front page.

"Just some Muggles, but that's how it always starts, innit?" Derrick pointed out. There was a worried look in his green eyes. "I'm betting they come for Hogwarts the second they get the chance."

That was when the train jerked, and the lights went out.