So...this is fun, eh? Second chapter in what...two days? I guess this shows that I don't really have much of a life. I think what it is, is that I'm confined to the house until we're completely set up for Christmas. I was up until 2 in the morning writing...er...something. I woke up at 12 PM. I was left with a note saying that I was going to be home alone until my family came back from Christmas shopping. I mean...not that I mind...I hate shopping...but if they forget to get one of my little cousins a Harry Potter gift...I swear... Erm, yes. I do brainwash my cousins, thanks for asking. :D

So...this chapter isn't as long, because I don't want it to get more drawn out and dull than it already is.

-HARRY POTTER-

Previously in Our Destiny is Yet to be Written…

I heard footsteps behind us, and a gasp from Victoire. I spun around, my wand at the ready, but I found myself face-to-face with an old man with long silver hair and half-moon glasses, wearing midnight robes and looking at us interestedly. My breath caught in my throat, and I stowed my wand in my pocket. Victoire backed up and held the hand that wasn't occupied by Lily, who was staring openmouthed at the man who had come in the door.

"And how did three youngsters such as yourselves end up here?" he said. His voice was kind, but there was something in his eyes that told me that he knew much more than he should. I saw him gazing at each of us, and knew he could immediately tell that Victoire was part Veela and part Weasley, and that Lily was a Weasley. I suddenly found myself thanking Merlin that I had chosen my certain hair and eyes to be simple today. Could he tell anything from my nondescript brown hair?

I cleared my throat. "Um…sir…we don't know where we are," I said, deciding that timid and respectful was the best way to address this man. He stared us down again, this time turning to Victoire.

"Is this true, young Miss?"

"Yes, sir," she answered, as if talking to a teacher. "We were in the shed at my grandparents' home, and there was a light…and we were here."

He sighed, still not sure what to make of us. I bit my lip and looked back at her, noticing that she had tactfully left out the part about the Time-Turner.

Though I knew exactly who he was-how could I not, there were paintings of him at Hogwarts-I felt like I needed some sort of assurance that my hunch was correct. "I'm sorry, sir…but who are you?"

His eyes twinkled in my direction. "My name is Albus Dumbledore."

-HARRY POTTER-

Chapter 2: Number 12, Grimmauld Place, 1995

-HARRY POTTER-

We followed Dumbledore down the hallway, Victoire shooting glances at me the whole time. I kept a firm grasp on Lily's hand. It was my fault that they were dragged into this…damn my mother's clumsy genes.

"What are you thinking, Theodore Remus Lupin?" Victoire hissed, making sure that Dumbledore was out of earshot. "Albus Dumbledore is dead, you know that." I said nothing, merely glanced at her. "What, are you expecting to meet your parents? Teddy, this isn't our world! We've got to get home!"

"There isn't another way to get home," I hissed back. "The Time-Turner is broken, Victoire. You think that I haven't tried?" She stared at me, her mouth open. She shut it and frowned.

"You think Dumbledore has one?"

"No, but the Ministry has," I answered. "During the battle during Harry's fifth year, the six of them smashed the entire stock."

"And that battle hasn't happened yet," Victoire replied, realization dawning upon her face that had turned pale. "We're both going to see-"

"Excuse this interruption, but we do have a pressing matter to attend to," I heard Dumbledore address the Order members. "I picked up a few stowaways on my way in."

The room exploded.

"What?" Molly Weasley asked in disbelief.

"Just bring them in, Albus," said a calm voice from beside a man who was close to growling with anger; the voice I had heard earlier, and had instantly pegged as an honest man who didn't sugarcoat the truth. "Sirius, it's highly unlikely that a Death Eater has come to Headquarters."

So that's were we were. Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place…Headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix. The year? 1995. The rise of Lord Voldemort was imminent.

I barely realized that Dumbledore had ushered us inside before I saw them all staring at us. The man who I had heard speak earlier had stopped talking to the dark-haired man beside him, and turned to us. As our eyes met, I felt my heart stop. I noticed him swallow, and then avoid my glance by looking curiously at Victoire and Lily.

"Who are they, Dumbledore?"

His voice was like…music…to my ears. I had never heard anything so magical…in my entire 19 years. This was the impossible. I knew he was dead. Everyone knew he was dead. No one dared to question otherwise. But…in this time, in 1995, Remus Lupin was alive and well. No one dared to question it then, either. Funny.

"I thought it'd be a puzzle for the lot of us," Dumbledore said cheerfully, going over to sit by a pink-haired witch, who, with a jolt, I recognized as a woman I had only seen through photographs. My mother, Nymphadora Tonks. She was wearing her customary Weird Sisters t-shirt and jeans, looking up at us. It certainly didn't seem that she was in a relationship with my father.

"Teddy," I heard Victoire whisper, her gaze fixed on a tall, redheaded man in the corner. "My dad."

"I know," I whispered back. "Must be weird seeing him younger, eh?"

"You've no idea," she answered lightly, and I knew that she was trying to avoid discussing the fact that my parents, dead to me in the future, but very much alive now, had no idea that they would once fall in love and have a son…a son that they would barely live to know. Victoire's parents were still very much alive in the future…she even had a sister, Dominique, and a brother, Louis. This couldn't possibly mean as much to her as it did to me…right?

"Introductions are in order, I believe," sneered a greasy, black-haired man who I knew to be called Severus Snape. He certainly didn't seem pleasant, and I had no trouble seeing why my father and Harry had disliked him while at school.

I nodded uneasily, looking down at Lily, who was known back home for saying too much at the wrong times. "I'm Teddy, and this is Lily." Snape's eyes widened for a moment before turning to stare at the girl. I gestured to Victoire and introduced her as well.

"We know the girls are Weasleys," said a voice I recognized as Arthur Weasley. "But you…you're hard to guess."

I allowed him a lopsided smile. "I like to keep it that way," I said simply, my eyes darting to my father, if only for a second.

"Is it only the three of you, then, in the future?" My mother asked the question, and I found myself marveling at her soft voice, not bothering to answer her. At least…not right away.

"No," I finally said. "Victoire's got a brother and sister…after them is Molly and Lucy…then Fred and Roxanne…then James, Albus, and Lily…then Rose and Hugo. Lily and Hugo are the youngest. I'm the oldest."

"James…Lily…" Sirius contemplated. "Harry survives?" I swallowed and nodded.

"Yes," I said. "Yes…he survives."

"We shouldn't know too much of the future, Sirius," Dumbledore said clearly, "But to know a little more certainly shouldn't hurt."

"Lily…you're Harry's daughter?" The question was asked by my father, who was as curious to know of the future as Sirius, if not more anxious. She nodded silently, blushing. "Who's your mother?" But I clamped a hand over her mouth before she could answer.

"I don't think that's…"

"It's part of the telling," Mad-Eye Moody said. "We'll be sure not to tell the children."

I reluctantly released Lily, and she said, "My mother is Ginny Potter." A collective gasp was heard, but my father chuckled.

When the rest of the table looked at him, he simply shrugged. "I saw it coming."

"I have two brothers, James, who gets into a lot of trouble at school, and Al, who's the nicer one," she continued, gathering a laugh from the table. "Daddy says that he cursed James by naming him after two troublemakers. And he says that Al is special 'cause he's named for two Hogwarts headmasters." I smiled and nodded. Sirius looked positively gleeful.

"Victoire?" I asked, and she stepped up. "Your turn."

"I am the eldest of the next Weasley family generation, born exactly a year after the Battle of Hogwarts," she explained. "My father is Bill Weasley." I noticed that on the end of the table, Bill's face turned beet red and there were several wolf-whistles, mainly from Sirius. I couldn't help myself from grinning. I probably looked a bit like an idiot, but I couldn't help thinking about Bill's reaction when he learned who Victoire's mother was. "My mother is Fleur Delacour-Weasley," she said.

I noticed Bill's face drain of the colour it had left when the entire table turned to look at him, Mrs. Weasley 'hmph'-ing and turning away, busying herself with doing the dishes. The short, stocky man I recognized as a younger version of Charlie Weasley clapped his brother on the back.

"I have a sister, Dominique, who hates riding on broomsticks"-Charlie and Sirius looked appalled- "And a brother, Louis, who is extremely insightful and knows much more than he should. He doesn't understand Dom's hatred of brooms."

"Nobody does," I said under my breath, just loud enough for the table to hear me. I got some laughter, and it warmed my heart to see my father break out a smile, for it was something that he had successfully avoided all meeting. Then they looked at me. I swallowed. "Er…hi," I said, my voice catching. I locked eyes with my father, and he gave me a slight nod…as if he knew. "My father is Remus Lupin."

Silence.

Every head turned to face him, but he did nothing. His face stayed the same colour it had been, and his eyes twinkled, smiling at me. There was a hint of disbelief, but I knew that he had known exactly who I was once I walked through the doorway into the dining room. I looked around the room, my eyes resting on my mother. Unlike my father, she didn't seem to notice that her future son was standing before her. But I had caught on to the fact that she seemed let down that he had a family in the future. "My mother is Nymphadora Tonks-Lupin."

And her face flushed as she looked up at me, her eyes in wonder. Here she was…barely a few years older than I. In a few years, she would give birth to the son of Remus Lupin…and then die fighting for him. Her pink hair seemed to glisten and her cheeks only turned slightly red when my father looked at her with a soft smile. I realized then that they both harbored strong feelings…had maybe even talked about it…but had never thought that it could amount to anything, especially because of my father's lycanthropy.

But here they were…gazing at each other like none of it mattered. It didn't matter that they were in the middle of a war that they probably wouldn't survive. It didn't matter that she would become an outcast, that she would be fired from her job as an Auror, and that they would live in poverty. Everything was all right, because they loved each other. And I smiled sadly, knowing that they wouldn't have long to admit it. In three years…three short years…Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks-Lupin would be dead. Never to see their son grow up. Never to meet Victoire. Never to tell me what was the right thing to do when I was young and didn't know. Never to know me.

"And…I have no brothers or sisters," I said quietly, stepping back.

An awkward silence followed, before Mrs. Weasley came over and said, "Why don't you three join us for dinner, then?" I smiled and nodded. "I'll go upstairs and get the children." And she left.

I tentatively sat in between my father and Sirius, who seemed extremely interested in me. Victoire and Lily sat across from me, next to Charlie and my mother. Sirius turned to me. "You're ol' Moony's son, eh?" My father turned and glared at him.

"Er…yeah," I decided. "I am." I looked across at Victoire, who smiled softly. If not for any reason besides hiding our relationship from her future father, she would have extended her hand to grasp mine. And…I would have done the same. I studied Lily's expression. For one her age, she seemed to have grasped the facts fairly easily. We were in the past. She had just met her grandparents and two of her uncles from the past. As for now…she was curious.

My father turned to me, Sirius having gone deeper into the kitchen, presumably for some firewhisky. He said nothing for a moment…simply stared. And then… "You're really my son."

I nodded. "Yes," I answered quietly.

I noticed him taking note of my dull brown hair and blue eyes, and he frowned. "And are you…"

Remembering what Harry had told me about my father not wanting to be in a relationship with my mother because he was "too old, too poor, and too dangerous." The dangerous part, I assumed, was because of what happened to him once a month at the full moon. I shook my head.

"No…I'm not a werewolf," I said, looking into his eyes, etched with worry. "I don't have any wolfish tendencies whatsoever. But…I am a-"

"What the bloody hell is going on here?" The Weasley children had arrived. I noticed that a younger Hermione was also with them. I searched the group for Harry, but I concluded that he must still be at Privet Drive, where he lived with his mother's sister and her family. But before I could stop her, Lily jumped out of her seat and ran to hug Ginny. I closed my eyes after giving Victoire a long-suffering gaze as the entire Weasley clan, including Fred, George, Ron, Ginny, (and Hermione) looked directly at me. I groaned silently and covered my face with my sweaty palms.

We were doomed.

-HARRY POTTER-

The next chapter deals with the kids learning about the future (which the adults wanted to avoid) and the collection of Harry from Privet Drive.

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-The Drover