(A/N: If I change POV from first to third, I'm sorry. This is all meant to be from Teddy's point of view, but I'm not practiced at writing in first person.)

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Now, when you find out some creepy hag has sent you back in time, it's difficult to decide what to do. My choice was to panic with no thought in particular going through my head, just a mantra of expletives. After a couple of minutes I regained the ability to think clearly and realized there was a lot of things to establish about the situation, so I'll write down the mental process I followed:

What: I had been sent back in time to meet my parents and get to know them in order to better know myself.

Where: Number 12 Grimmauld Place in London.

When: No idea, come on, think. The only reason I would be sent here is if mom and dad are here, if Kingsley is also here, that must mean that the Order of Phoenix is using it as Headquarters during the second war. Therefore, it has to be between winter of 1994 and summer of 1996. It was definitely summer, I was almost dying wearing the jeans and black long sleeved shirt I had been transported there in. So, probably summer of 1995 - two years before I was born.

Who: Well, it's not like I could go around calling myself Teddy Lupin, which meant I needed an alias. I went through the short list of nicknames I had: Ted, Teddy, Rem Jr. (only used by Ginny when she wanted to annoy me). I instantly threw the whole list out. After a moment I had come up with a name that while it wasn't perfect, was something I could respond to and was believable as a name: Andy. It came from third year when me and my friends had gotten the whole school to play a trick on Professor Spinnet during her first year teaching when we called everyone by their grandparents' name for two weeks straight in the class, and would only respond to that. I picked Andy after grandma Andromeda.

Now for the last name, something that didn't sound bad with the name, but wasn't too perfect. I remembered the name of a first year this year who's name was Rutherford. I thought it was one of the oddest names, and he claimed he was named after the nineteenth President of the United States because his date was American and extremely patriotic. Anyway, Andy Rutherford was the name I decided on, though it took more thought than that.

Why: Why would Andy Rutherford need to be in the Order of the Phoenix headquarters? This took me a good half hour of bouncing ideas of an imaginary wall. I'll just skip telling my more insane ideas and get to the one I finally settled on. A reporter from America that had caught wind of a war beginning in London that the Ministry refused to acknowledge. I would ask to spend time working alongside them, find undeniable proof that there is a war, and write a piece on the war for paper in America to try to get the word out, the paper called the U.S. Weekly Wizard (a paper that started in 1973). At least, that's what I'd say I was doing.

From this point on I would be Andy Rutherford, reporter for the U.S. Weekly Wizard.

It was at just this point I realized that I should change my appearance and keep it that way during my entire stay. I change my appearance a lot, at least weekly. This just meant I had to be really happy with how I looked. I thought of my idea of a younger reporter (I had a knack for looking either within a couple years of my own age, or ancient), and ran with it, somehow making myself look like a young James Bond from the muggle movies. As a metamorphmagus who has spent too much time playing pranks by changing into other people, I always have a mirror with me and used it to change the shade of hair and eyes to look more natural. The eyes turned out to be a dark blue, and the hair was a dark brown with a hint of red in it. It definitely made you second guess the Bond look-alike.

I hesitated doing magic outside of school, but realized they couldn't get me in trouble if I hadn't been born yet. I transfigured my jeans into a pair of loose khakis and made my shirt a blue t-shirt, which felt a lot cooler. I straightened out the story in my head and noticed the sun was getting low, so headed out of the alley and began hoping an Order member would be walking about. I was lucky enough to find three. I took a deep breath and went for it.

"Excuse me," I said, and they turned to me, "Are you members of the Order of the Phoenix?"

Six eyes stared at me, unsettled by my knowledge, and the oldest looked me in the eye, "Why do you want to know?"