(A/N) This is my first story, technically, so I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I do writing it :)
If at any point I make any mistakes referring to Harry Potter or if my french is wrong (since Victoire is a huge part of the story) then please let me know.
Anyway on with the story...
Disclaimer: I am not J. K. Rowling so, unfortunately, I do not own Harry potter.
Prologue.
...Teddy...
Orphaned. That was all he was, 'war baby' made him sound like some sort of hero.
His parents had been heroes, or so his grandmother and godfather kept telling him. Remus and Tonks had given their lives up at the battle of Hogwarts...but they'd left him behind. He couldn't even remember them; he'd give anything to just have the memories.
Fuck it, if he was wishing for things he may as well be honest. He'd give anything to have them still here with him, a family.
The Potter's were great to him, as were the Weasley's – he'd not been raised to be an ungrateful prick after all – but they weren't his family, his blood. They couldn't answer the questions he had, the questions that this year in particular, he needed answers to...
If only his dad had been here, it would all be so much fucking easier.
He wouldn't have freaked out the first time his body erupted in flames and he was left standing on four legs - he may be a metamorphmagus but even he couldn't do that good of an impression of a dog.
He would have known that every full moon was going to kill like a bitch.
He would have known that, because of his new found 'talent', every sense was heightened to the point of extreme.
He would have known he had a heritage of lycanthropy.
He would have been prepared.
A/N I think that kicks it off :) please drop me a review :)