As Teddy Lupin became aware of his surroundings once again he felt a sharp throbbing on the side of his head and an ache in his shoulder. His mind was foggy as he tried to remember the night before. He'd been in his room, then they'd been a light and oh right. He was in the past. He bolted upright eyes still shut. He was in the past. Peeling his eyelids apart he studied his surroundings. White walls, white beds and white floor. Great he was in the infirmary. Maybe the spell had backfired and he'd gotten hurt. Oh if that was true by the time he was well again his grandmother was going to castrate him. He groaned and fell back onto his bed.
"Do you need Madame Morphy?" asked a worried male voice beside him.
"Who the hell is that?" mumbled Teddy who was still trying to think of a way of explaining why he'd chosen to cast the spell to his Grandmother and Godfather.
"The mediwitch," the voice replied slowly sounding a little disbelieving.
"What do you mean?" Teddy started turning to face the owner of the voice. "Madame Pomfry is the…" Teddy trailed off. He swallowed and blinked quickly to make sure he wasn't dreaming. Staring at him, concerned, was a boy around the age of seventeen. He had floppy sandy blonde hair and pale blue eyes. Faint scars littered his face and dark bags looked like bruising underneath his eyes. He also had a fresh cut along his cheekbone and Teddy thought he could see some bruising along his neck. Teddy was looking into the eyes of Remus, his seventeen-year-old dad.
"Are you sure you're ok?" his dad asked concerned.
"Wh-what?" Teddy stuttered trying to concentrate on the conversation.
"Madame Morphy," his dad yelled. A woman who looked to be in her early fifties, with greying blonde hair and stern blue eyes came out of a small room in the back corner.
"Remus how dare you yell in a room of healing," she scolded hurrying over to the two occupied beds.
"I think this boy needs some help," Remus explained nodding to Teddy who was still staring dazedly at him. Neither boy noticed the dark haired male exit the back room and walk over to stand behind Madame Morphy.
"Oh dear what's wrong?" she asked bustling over to stand beside him. She placed a hand on his forehead and started casting to spells with the wand she held in her other hand. "Sweetie do you know where you are?"
"The infirmary," Teddy muttered.
"Ok do you know why you're here?"
Teddy hesitated before answering truthfully. "Not really."
"You fainted and hit your head just outside the school gates. You and your Godfather are here to see if you want to start at Hogwarts this year," she informed as she read the results of her spells.
"Is he ok?" the dark haired male asked. Teddy's currently brown eyes quickly found his Godfathers bright green ones.
"He's fine but I think he should rest for a little while longer," Madame Morphy replied. "Now Remus my dear, how are you feeling?" Remus shrugged then tried to cover up a wince of pain but was unsuccessful.
"Not too bad," he answered. Morphy just raised an eyebrow at him and clucked her tongue.
"Full bed rest all day, no arguments," she warned. Remus just nodded. With a sharp nod of goodbye she turned and strode back over to her back room. Teddy's attention turned back to his dad as he sat up in bed. He didn't pay much attention to Harry as he sat down on the end of his bed. It had just clicked. The only reason his…Dad would be looking like this while at the infirmary would be because of the Full Moon.
"You ratted me out," accused Teddy to cover his shock. He knew his Dad was a werewolf and he didn't care. He himself was a natural wolf animagus because of it. But to actually see the effects up close was a shock.
"You looked really out of it," responded Remus.
"Yes I would expect so," cut in Harry while giving Teddy a pointed look reminding Teddy of all the trouble he was in.
"So I heard you're thinking of starting at Hogwarts," Remus stated. "I would really recommend it."
"Yes Teddy was really looking forward to it but we can't be sure yet," Harry replied.
"Well if you do decide to come here it would be one of the best decisions you make," Remus assured with a warm smile, though it disappeared a second later thanks to the pain it caused.
"Ah Moony, even on his deathbed he's the model prefect," somebody teased from the doorway.
"But of course Prongs it would be blasphemy against the prefect code to let death come before your duties," responded another male voice. Harry and Teddy shared a knowing looks of shock before turning to the two dark haired males making their way over to the occupied beds. Remus rolled his eyes good-naturedly and gave his friends a small welcoming grin.
"Missing breakfast for little old me," joked Remus but Teddy sensed some true self-doubt behind the joke miniscule though it may be.
"You wound me with your doubt," exclaimed the stormy blue eyed black haired boy as he clutched his chest and collapsed backwards onto the foot of Remus's bed. The other dark haired seventeen-year-old with hazel eyes who went by Prongs rolled his eyes and leaned against the wall next to Remus's head.
"Are you going to introduce us to your new friend there Moony," asked the blue eyed boy teasingly. Harry was finding it hard to keep up with the conversation. He couldn't peel his eyes away from the hazel-eyed boy, his father. James Potter did look almost frighteningly identical to him. The same untameable black hair, wire framed glasses and lean seeker build. It was only his mother Lily's eyes that told them apart, other then the lightning bolt scar on Harry's forehead.
When he finally dragged his eyes away from his youthful father they landed on his young and vibrant Godfather. Sirius looked so much healthier and well, freer then Harry could remember. Sirius's hair was shiny with a gentle wave to it falling to his shoulders. He had strong handsome features and playful blue eyes.
"This is Teddy and…"
"Harry," Teddy supplied. Hearing his name Harry snapped back into the conversation.
"Right," Remus gave him a thankful nod, "Harry."
"Harry and Teddy what?" inquired James. Teddy felt a trendil of panic rush through him. He turned to Harry hoping his Godfather could help him out.
"Harry Dorian and Teddy Rein," Harry answered using the names he came up with to answer Madame Morphy's questions.
"Why wouldn't you want to come to Hogwarts?" asked Sirius, puzzled.
"Personal reasons, we may not be able to stay for much longer. We have to have a discussion with the head master," Harry informed.
"But I do really want to go," Teddy assured.
"Course you do," agreed Sirius. "First year was a great year," he mused.
"I'd be starting my second year," pipped up Teddy receiving some confused expressions. "I was home schooled my first year," he hurriedly added.
"Well don't worry second year wasn't too bad either," shrugged Sirius, which earned him a kick from Remus.
"Of course it wasn't. All years at Hogwarts are great," assured Remus making Teddy smile brightly. Harry fought to keep from scoffing. Yes Hogwarts at been his first real home, where he'd made his first real friends…and enemies. But looking back his Hogwarts years weren't exactly what he'd describe as great.
"I can't wait to start!" Teddy exclaimed, ignoring the fact that he had already studied there for a year.
"I think its time to talk to the Headmaster, Teddy," cut in Harry.
"Oh right. Well I guess I'll see you around."
"Oh most definitely," agreed Remus.
"We're some what famous around here," smirked James.
"Yes, we're the Famous Four," announced Sirius jumping to his feet. Teddy bit his tongue so that he didn't say anything that would make them suspicious of him.
Instead he went for, "but there's only three of you?" Sirius deflated slightly and looked around.
"He means Wormtail's not here Pads," laughed James. Understanding spread across Sirius' face.
"Right, well it's me, James, Remus and Peter-"
"Yeah where is Peter?" asked Remus.
"Asleep," answered James.
"The boy is impossible to wake up, especially after-," exclaimed Sirius.
"Agreed," cut in James before his hyped friend said something stupid. "I personally believe it would be easier to wake the dead," stated James.
"It's time to go Teddy," Harry interrupted. He didn't what to hear about Peter while looking at his smiling Dad and Godfather.
"Oh-okay then," Teddy responded softly. He knew he was in big trouble and might never be able to see his father again. He had an almost impossible to ignore urge to hug his ignorant father, who sat smiling on the other bed. Feeling tears start to well up in his eyes he turned his face away and struggled to escape the confines of the beds tightly tucked in sheets. Harry noticed this and helped to pull back the sheets. When Teddy came to stand next to him he slung a comforting arm around his Godsons shoulders.
"I think we'll be seeing you…boys around." Teddy stared at his Godfather in confusion. Did that mean they were staying or was Harry just playing along? Trying to keep his sadness and unease of his face Teddy waved goodbye to the three teenagers who weren't alive in his future.