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15 Facts about Me

Teddy Lupin

1) When I was a kid, I didn't really have control over my Metamorphmagus powers. So whenever I looked in the mirror and my hair was a different color, I'd start crying because I "didn't know who the stranger was."

2) I remember when Harry gave me my first picture of my parents. I still have it.

"Here, Ted. These are your parents. Remus and Nymphadora," Harry said, handing me a photograph.

"Remoose and Mimfatora?" I asked. I was only four, so I had trouble saying my mum's name. Harry laughed.

"Take good care of this picture," he said. "I don't have many from after they were married." He pointed to the picture in the frame. My mother and father were waving at me, beaming. I saw a baby me cuddled between them. My hair turned orange to match the picture.

I took the picture and hugged it. "Spe-shul," I said. I smiled at Harry, and he ruffled my hair.

"That's a kid," he said.

3) When I was two, Victoire was born. When we were older, Harry and her parents made sure we got together as often as possible, so we wouldn't be lonely. A year later Molly was born, so Victoire had another playmate, but we still played together every weekend.

4) Whenever there was a full moon, my grandma cried. But I didn't. I always went out to look, though, because the full moon always made me feel good. I never understood why, until Uncle Harry and Gram told me about my dad.

"Gram, why do you always cry when there's a full moon?" I asked when I was eight. Andromeda bit her lip. Harry knelt on the floor next to me.

"Ted, it's because it reminds her of your parents," he said.

"Why? I mean, why doesn't she cry whenever my hair changes color? Shouldn't that remind her of my mum?"

"It does," Harry said thoughtfully. "But, more specifically, the full moon reminds her of your dad."

I was starting to feel weird now. I shifted in my chair. "Why?"

Gram took a deep breath. "Theodore – "

I tensed. She always called me Theodore when she was telling me something important.

"Your dad was a werewolf."

I don't know why. I started crying. Werewolves had always scared me when I was little. Now I had to find out my dad was one! Suddenly, I saw all the happy faces I'd seen of my dad suddenly turn hideous in my mind's eye. I soon recovered myself enough to ask another question.

"Does that mean I'm a werewolf, too?" I stuttered.

"No," Harry said firmly. He held me by the shoulders. "We're convinced that he did not pass that gene on to you. But you know what?"

"What?" I sniffled.

"It doesn't matter that Remus was a werewolf. Because he was one of the wisest, bravest men I knew. He died fighting the Death Eaters, so that you could have a safe life. So that you didn't have to be afraid to grow up, like most of my generation was. So don't be afraid of your dad. Be proud that even with his…affliction, he still had the courage and will to fight against all that was bad so you could have a good life."

I never, ever, forgot that speech.

5) I was allowed to go to public school with the Muggles, since Gram was getting on a bit too much to homeschool me. I chose a specific look and had Gran take a picture of me, so that when I went back to school each morning I would look exactly the same, instead of accidentally changing my eye color or something.

6) When I was six, James Potter was born.

"He looks so…furry!" I said, peering at the baby. He had a tuft of dark red hair on the top of his head. He slept in Ginny's arms. She laughed.

"He does have a lot of hair, doesn't he, Ted?" she said. I nodded. "Do you want to hold him?" she offered. I nodded again, and she put the blanket in my arms, reminding me to support his head.

"What's his name again?" I asked.

"James Sirius, after his grandfather and Harry's godfather," Ginny responded.

I frowned. "I'm gonna call him Jimmy," I announced, handing him back to Ginny. "It's cooler."

Ginny laughed again. "You're just like my brother Ron," she giggled.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, folding my arms.

"Nothing, nothing," Ginny said, shaking her head with a smile.

7) Around the time I was seven, I went through a "Copycat," phase – probably because I was jealous of James - in more ways than one.

"You know, Harry, he looks exactly like you did when you were that age," Ginny teased. Harry rolled his eyes.

"You wouldn't know you didn't know me yet. I didn't know me yet!" Harry said.

Ginny just laughed.

"Teddy, you've been me for three weeks now. Aren't you getting tired of it? After all, I'm not exactly the best-looking guy in the world," Harry said, turning to me. I shook my head. Ginny smirked.

"Seriously, kid, I like the real you better,"Harry said, trying again.

"But I like you better," I pouted.

Fortunately for Harry, the gig was up six months later when Albus was born. But I was getting tired of it then, anyway.

8) When I went to Hogwarts, Victoire cried. It was partly because she was jealous, but mostly because she was sad. I was sad, too, but happy to be able to go to a school where I could be myself.

9) I was sorted into Hufflepuff. I was disappointed at first, because I considered Hufflepuffs to be wusses. But then Harry told me that my mom had been in Hufflepuff. I wore the yellow and black proudly from then on.

10) The first time I saw Acacia Paparakis, I was love struck.

"Whoa…Carlisle, who's that, man?" I asked. A tall girl had just walked past me, clutching a pile of books. She wore a Hufflepuff tie, just like me.

"That, my star-struck friend, would be Acacia Paparakis. Well on her way to becoming a Prefect and possibly Head Girl…related to Demetrius Paparakis – who just graduated last year – as well as Christos and Leander Paparakis," Carlisle replied, jotting off all the known facts about Acacia for my benefit. "Prefers to be called Casey, is a bit quiet, but –"

"Dude, dude, I just wanted to know her name!" I whispered, elbowing him in the ribs.

"Ouch! Alright, alright…you should know though that she's a year above us," Carlisle said.

"Darn…" I muttered. Then I brightened. "Hey…no big deal." I stood up and concentrated. I shot up a few inches and changed my face to look a little older. I strode over to Acacia and smiled.

"Hey, Casey," I said, flipping my now-dark bangs.

"You can't fool me, Lupin," Acacia said without looking up. She pushed her short hair behind her ear impatiently.

"What?" I asked, startled. Without meaning to, my carefully thought-through façade slid away, and I was back to normal.

She looked at me. "I have a good memory. And I don't recall seeing anyone looking like you just did around school before. So, nice try. But no cigar."

My heart did a back flip at her cleverness. But I pretend to give up, heaving a big sigh before walking away.

She'd say yes one day.

11) And she did. When I was in my sixth year, we went out. Whenever I talked to Victoire about her though, she'd act all weird. Then I found out that she and her best friend, Odysseia Paparakis – my girlfriend's little sister – were having a fight over us. That upset both of us, and we realized that we weren't working. So we broke up.

"Teddy…listen, we've got to talk," Acacia said as we sat next to each other in the library.

"Hey, if it's about Victoire, I'm sorry. She's being a bit immature."

Acacia frowned. "Then so is Odysseia. Because they're both fighting. But that's not it anyway." She paused.

I waited. My hair was slowly turning from white to blue.

Acacia sighed, "This isn't working. I just…I just don't feel like we connect." She blushed.

I exhaled. "Really?"

"I'm sorry!" she said, looking distressed. "But –"

"No, it's okay. To be honest, I was kind of feeling that way, too," I admitted.

"Really?" Acacia asked. She seemed relieved.

"Yeah. I just don't think we have enough in common," I said.

"Me too," she said. "So, we part as friends?"

"Yes, definitely," I agreed.

Then we shook hands, and continued studying, no one hurt, and no one feeling guilty.

12) I became Prefect in fifth year, and then Head Boy in my seventh.

13) Soon, it became apparent that Victoire was crushing on me. After a certain incident over the summer after my sixth year, it became embarrassing. I avoided her throughout my final year at Hogwarts, and even past that. But it became a problem when I started Auror training.

"Hey, Lupin! Pay attention!" barked my instructor. "We're not planting daisies, here!"

"Sorry, sir!" I said, snapping to attention. My thoughts had once again traveled to Victoire, and what she would be doing right now. Probably Potions, I thought. She really had ambitions on that front.

"How's that case coming?" he asked. I glanced briefly down at my fictitious case report. I rattled off facts about the false suspect's various aliases and what method would be easiest in securing him.

He lived near the coast. Like Victoire…I thought. I bet she misses home.

"Lupin! I asked you a question!"

"Oh! Yes, sir, sorry sir," I babbled.

"Whatever's on your mind, Lupin, it'd better be gone by the time you get back from Christmas holiday. And I want that case reported solved when you get back. Understand?" the instructor commanded. I nodded fiercely. "You're dismissed," he sighed.

The minute I got to the Atrium, I Apparated to the beach. I had some apologizing to do.

14) Victoire, fortunately, unlike her veela relatives, was very forgiving. She accepted my apology willingly. After getting permission from her parents, I started taking her out. We kept it secret from the rest of the family, though, particularly Jimmy Potter.

15) Leave it to Jimmy to find out anyway.