Title:
In Memoriam…
Disclaimer:
I don't own HP's story or chara, I'm only using they for my
underhand plans (dehihihihohu!), then I will not have money for this
fiction (sob…) so I don't earn neither a grain of rice…
T.T
Before
you beginn…
Hi, I'm Italian (sorry for mistakes ") and I wrote this fiction
in English because I've made a VERY big 'mistake' during my
fanwriter-life, so I'm banned until November from my
Italian-ff-site… I wrote it because I'm a big fan of SiriRem and
RemTonks and I tried to make these two couples together in a
fanfiction and because i think Teddy have a lot of questions
about his parents…
Teddy
Lupin hated visit 'the grave', because he hated to confront his
ghost, but…
If Teddy found a very old magic feather belonged to
Remus, his father… What would happen?
SiriRem (only a little
hint), RemTonks (DH Spoiler!)
Slowly
his arms approached the armchair, he was tired, sure, but this was
Teddy's idea, then he couldn't lament.
The old house of his
parents… This caused in his own soul a unpleasant sensation of
sadness and shame, because every so often he thought he was the
reason, because his parents were death. Death and they will not
overcome, Teddy knew it.
The house was old and full of dusty,
despite Harry, Victoire and him have visited it a lot of times.
Ted
knew that that house was his first house, his first home, the place
where Remus and Tonks lived with him, the place of his first
memory.
The young man with turquoise hair felt his eye become
damp, a tears threatening to fall down on his handsome face.
Harry
gave him a look of pity and Teddy hated him; Teddy hated those look,
because he was, now, a strong man, because he grew up without a
mother and a father and he was proud of it! His parents were heroes,
they sacrificed for a new world where them son can live a 'real'
and happier life.
Little Lupin approached the old-style-stairs in
front of the little kitchen, he knew that those stairs led to Remus
and Dora's room… Teddy loved that attic; he loved it like… Like
Victoire, yes! Because when he was in it he could perceive who his
parents were, despite he have never knew them.
The boy opened the
door slowly and it squeaked a little bit; the room wasn't so big,
in the middle there was a normal and old-style bed (like all the
home's furniture) with white and pink sheet, Ted knew that his
mother liked pink, maybe pink was her favourite colour, her hair was
pink too and Remus loved her hair.
Ted have read a lot of letter
and pages of diary about 'Dora, herm, his mother's hair, her
smell, her cheerfulness…
Opposite the room, on the left of the
window, there was a by now known cupboard and on the left Remus'
desk.
It's strange that Teddy have never lied on the bed or sat
at the wooden desk, but he preferred to leave all things like when
his parents left the house.
That was a way to rember them… He
thought. But now, the temptation of laid on the comfortable mattress
was strong, then he fall down on the sheets, in silence.
His now
brown eyes watched interested the wooden ceiling; he knew, and Ted
didn't know how, that his father was who chose the chalet; yes,
chalet, because they were on a mountain: he knew that his father
needed a large open space or a forest where he can spend his
full-moon-nights.
Teddy felt that the old style of the house was
Remus' characteristic… Maybe he and his father were really so
similar.
The turquoise-haired-boy closed his eyes, but he couldn't
felt asleep, because the matter was… Hum, uncomfortable! Something
pricked his back, something hard.
Ted suddenly stood up watching
the bed and massaging his sore body; he picked up the mattress, maybe
there was something thought the wooden board…
-Oh…- He
murmured surprised when his glance fell on a little blue box of
cardboard. Little Lupin left the mattress on the floor, then he took
the mysterious object watching it.
Yes, it is a box, sure! A blue
box.
Teddy put it on the desk and he set on the chair.
-Remus
John Lupin.- The box was of his father, but why Remus left it under
his bed? Maybe the box was really for Teddy, or maybe not…
Ted
opened it slowly and… Only a feather, and old white feather in the
middle. Teddy turned a perplexes glance at the object, so he took it
and the feather started to tremble.
It was look like if it… If…
Oh, yes, the feather was trying to write something! Lupin searched a
roll of parchment and when he found it the feather run to him and Ted
fell down, surprised.
The feather was writing, yes, but the ink
didn't appear on the paper.
-This isn't fair!- Lupin moaned
like a six-older-baby.
Maybe there was a password, maybe was a
magic ink… So, what could be the 'word'?
Ted was
concentrated on the parchment when Harry appeared at the door.
-Ah,
I've found it three moth ago.-
The young boy jumped hearing the
voice of his godfather.
-It function like the Marauder's Map,
but I think it's look like Remus' diary because I couldn't read
what Remus wrote.-
Teddy gave him a worried disappointed glance,
maybe he couldn't really never knew hid parents. Maybe there
weren't other memory of them happy life.
But, Ted wanted to try
no matter how! He leaned his wand oh the feather and he said in an
husky voice:
"I Solemnly Swear That I'm Up To No Good"
Nothing
happened… Uncle Harry was right, there weren't way to read what
his father have written.
Lupin lowered his head, defeated and
something happened…! Magical the word start to appear on the paper,
in black ink and hold calligraphy:
Hi, who are you?
Ted
remembered when Harry have told him about his second year at
Hogwarts; he remembered Voldemort's diary, but he's sure that
that feather couldn't be an Horcrux, because Horcruxes were object
created by Dark Arts and his father wasn't a 'type for Dark
Arts', er, he was DADA's teacher at Hogwarts!
The
turquoise-haired-guy thought maybe he could pretend to be Remus,
Ted's calligraphy was identical to the werewolf's.
Hi,
I'm Remus John Lupin.
Teddy
wrote this six simple word trying to use an hold and refine scribble,
like his father, and then he waited the feather's answer… He
hoped that feather wasn't protect by a very difficult charm!
Then
the plume started to write something…
Teddy was nervous, yes,
nervous and anxious, maybe he could really know about his parents,
about them lives!
It's
impossible, Remus John Lupin is death.
Ted
blinked at the paper.
-What the hell… ?- How can the feather
knew about Remus if was Remus the person who created the magic
object?!
It was… It was paradoxical! Dead can't use a wand,
it was sure! Maybe the feather wasn't create by his father, or
maybe it was under a sort of special charm that 'keep update' the
plume, or maybe… He didn't anything else. "Maybe – Teddy
though – this plume was for mum!" And maybe Teddy Lupin was more
clever than what others could though.
I
was joking… I'm Nymphadora Lup
Tonks.
Ted
waited in silence. Nothing was changed... Was the feather broken? Or
defective! Teddy left fall the head on his arms, disheartened,
approaching his knee on his muscular chest.
Nothing. Nothing!
He
can't knew nothing about his parents. He can't knew them. He
can't knew what kind of person they were! Harry and the rest do the
Order have told him a lot of stories about Remus and Tonks, about
them job, about them talk, often quarrels, often laugh; Bill,
Victoire's father, said that every so often they was laughing and
talking with Sirius, his father's best friends, but Teddy have
never seen that "Sirius"…
Maybe some photos, but nothing
else. He knew that Sirius was, with Harry's father, Remus and a
certain "Peter", a creator of the Marauder's map…
The
plume restarted:
It's
impossible Nymphadora Tonks is death with his husband.
Teddy
held his breath. If the magic object wasn't for his mother… Who
was the feather for?
Uncle Harry? No, it's impossible! If it
was really for Harry, he have already read what Remus wrote…
No?
Maybe for Aunt Ginny. No, it's impossible, too: ok, Ginny
was his father's student like Harry, but there weren't reason to
leave the feather to her.
Which person he haven't tried yet?
Little Lupin started to think… A strange glare lit up his deep,
brown eyes… Him! Yes, maybe it was for him!
I'm
sorry, really… I'm Ted Lupin, Tonks and Remus' son.
The
feather was still in the same position for a lot of seconds… Teddy
hoped that that time he was right!
He could heard his breath in
the room, his thoughts were running fast in his head, like an
hurricane.
"This time I'm right! This time I'm right!"
Hi
Ted, I'm happy to see, er, read you.
Ted
didn't knew if what he felt was happiness or a sensation of release
but he knew that a tear fell on his cheek when he was sure that it
was his father… No, one moment, he meant that the words on the
paper were written by Remus!
Soon, wasn't only a tear on his
cheek, soon it became two, three, four tears down his face… Teddy
can't threatened the joy to see what his parents have left to him.
I
think you've already understood I'm Remus, your father.
This
plume is a magic object; it's a feather where people can leave them
thoughts.
I created it when I was twenty…
When I've lost
James and Lily, I've created it for my friends, for the member of
the Order, so they could have a memory of me.
Times
I've used this weren't a lot, years ago (when Harry was fifteen),
I've left some thoughts for my friend, Sirius (I think Harry and
the others have told you about him).
If you're searching
memories of me and your mum or anything else, there's a box in
Grimmauld Place, 12, under Sirius' cupboard… Only the person who
have read this could see the box…
All was silent. Ted though he could write some questions to his father, but the plume was too fast for him…
This
isn't an Horcrux or anything similar (I won't tell you about how
could I know about Horcruxes), this is a magic plume that
automatically update itself when one or more possessors dead…
Then,
I can't overcome, sorry… Excuse me for never know you.
I hope
you have lived and you'll live a happier and really life and I hope
you've understood why I and your mum are death.
I think Harry is
a very good godfather and Weasley are very good person…
I've a
lot of thing to tell you, but I think photos and letters are
better!
I'm sorry that you can't write anything to tell me,
because I can't answer you, but I hope you will not forget us.
A
hug, and all our love…
Your father, Remus
And your mother,
'Dora
Now,
the feather was still on the couch. The
paper was white, like it was ever written… Teddy's hands trembled
a little bit.
"Grimmauld Place number twelve." This was the
only thing in his head. He must follow the box!
Suddenly, he felt
mysteriously empty, like, like he had forget something… Why he felt
like that?
An image appeared in his head… In nineteen years,
NINETEEN, he has never talked with them, he has never looked the
grave: it was too painful for him. But he knew that that behavior was
unfair… He felt like… Like
a worm…