Normally I wouldn't make excuses, but i just really wanted to get this up...
"LUPIN!"
An unexpected cry shot through the grounds, but the cry was so familiar that almost no one bothered to turn around. They barely had a second to laugh, imagining the scene that was yet to come when Teddy Lupin barreled past, followed by a teacher almost unrecognizable for the many boils that had erupted on his face.
Teddy pushed past a nearby crowd and ignored their snickers, tearing for the Forbidden Forest, knowing no one would dare to go in after him.
It was such a childish, childish prank, low and dirty, but not uncommon for him. Teddy Lupin had an infamous reputation as a trickster---to some a source of amusment, to others, a nuisance, to himself...he didn't know what he was. For years and years he felt the need to do what ever it was that he was doing, and his coming to Hogwarts only made opportunities more plentiful.
The voices had long ceased; the only sound was the echoing crunch of leaf under footsteps. Surely the teacher had gone back to get someone else, and most likely Teddy would face a long lecture in McGonagall's office, as well as a week full of detentions.
He dropped heavily to his knees.
He had always been like this...problem child was the word most people used to describe him. He couldn't explain it, nor could he find the source. The outbursts came without warning and he could not control them. His temper would flare before he could stop it; his words would leave him before he knew what he was saying.
A snap behind him made Teddy Lupin whip around, but nothing was there.
He was alone.
Teddy stared at the spot where he had heard the noise, feeling sudden tears well in his eyes. They splashed down his face, hot, irascable. He wiped them away in fury, angry at himself for being so cowardly. But there was no stopping them. Just a moment later he was sobbing uncontrollably, like a baby, and as always there was no one to console him, no one to sympathize with him, no one, no one...
He clutched handfuls of grass within his fists, clenching them for some kind of comfort.
Bristles pierced his skin.
Fragments of tree branched scratched at his knucles.
Something small and round and cool grazed his hand...
Forgetting his plight for just a second, Teddy picked up the object, examining its smooth, glossy black exterior and watching it in wonderful. It was beautiful, terrible, ghostly all at the same time. He blinked hard through his tears to look at it more, mezmerised by such a Stone...
"Teddy..."
Someone had spoken his name, and Teddy, startled, almost dropped the black Stone. He squeezed it tightly in his palm, but immediately he cried out in shock. He was looking into a pair of amber eyes like his own...his real eyes...Teddy backed away quickly...
Two people who had not been there before were now standing in front of him, desolate against the black of the forest, but vividly noticable, mainly because of one of their choppy, bright pink haircuts...
...I am ashamed of such a weak beginning. It'll get better.