Chapter Four

A/N: I OWN NOTHING!

Teddy stood off to the side as Mr. Schue and Ms. C sang. He wondered if that was what life would be like if his parents were still around but then shook his head. He didn't need to think of things like that.

"We're not teaming up," Santana said, pulling Teddy out of his daydreams. Mr. Schue reassured her that they weren't but instead they were having a mash-off. Teddy shook his head, amused at the Americans. Didn't they know that the only things that deserved to be mashed were potatoes?

"Hey John!" Rachel shouted as he walked to class. He waited for her and chuckled. He honestly liked her. Rachel reminded him of Rose, determined to get a head and driving everyone mad in order to do so, and Rose was only nine!

"Yeah Rach?"

"So I've got your vote for Senior Class president right?" she asked.

"I told Kurt I'd vote for him," Teddy said. "Sorry Rachel. I promised a friend and I'm not going to go back on that promise."

He walked off, without hearing what she was going to say.

"John!"

He turned to see a hand shove him up against the wall.

"What Rick?" he spat. Rick the hockey player was right in his face, as usual at this time. The only thing useful about these elections was that he now knew the name of his tormentor.

"Aww! Isn't this cute? The little homo has decided to try to stick up for himself," Rick taunted.

"I'm not gay," Teddy glared at the boy. He had heard that insult before since joining Glee club, but he had to admit that it was a better insult than 'Freak" or "Cub".

"You sure hang around Hudson and Hummel a lot for that statement to have any weight!"

The sight of Finn and Rory once more gave Teddy joy but also it saddened him a little. Was he so weak that he had to rely on others to come to his rescue?

"Hey!"

"What are you gonna do?" Rick sneered.

"Leave him alone or I'll get Coach Bieste!" Finn yelled, causing the hockey player to scatter.

"You okay?" Rory asked.

"I'm fine," Teddy smiled. "Thanks guys."

"No problem," Finn grinned. Santana walked up to them and Teddy shook his head at their little insult off. Honestly, he'd heard better insults from a first year Slytherin than from the two of them.

"Dogdgeball," Finn said, his eyes almost gleaming with delight. Santana nodded and Teddy couldn't help but be afraid. He briefly wondered what all he missed in his musing.

It turned out that his sense of fear was right. Later that day, the two teams met in the gym, wearing uniforms.

"Umm….what are the rules?" he asked just as Rory went to open his mouth.

"Don't die," Puck offered.

"Well that was helpful," he muttered as he got into position. Teddy fiddled with the string on his gym shorts and ducked as the first barrage of rubber balls got sent his way. All the while, folks around him were singing. Honestly, Americans were weird. After a while, Teddy realized that it was a little like Quidditch, and at least was able to start getting on the offensive. Still, it didn't prevent the three balls to the midsection.

"Ugh," he winced as Santana beaned Finn straight in the face. "That'll leave a mark."

He walked up to Finn, just as Santana started pelting Rory with the balls.

"Stop it!" Kurt shouted as he ran to Rory's defense. "We're better than this!"

"Whatever Grandma," Santana sneered.

Teddy gasped when he saw that Rory was bleeding. He glared at Santana. It was time for his Marauder blood to come out in force.

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Honestly Ted. It was just a game. People bleed all the time in Quidditch!

Vic, if it was just about the blood I'd ignore it. It's not. Santana did that after the game was over.

Personally, I think Finn's a moron. From what you described, the bloke's a giant. How'd she hit him in the face and he not have time to duck is beyond me.

You've got a point there.

If it helps, he deserves it from what you told me about him. Honestly, those people look up to him and he can't help out about the bullies?

Of course not.

You've done something, I hope?

Taken attention off of Rory and Kurt only to put it on myself.

Ugh. Don't get hurt, okay?

When do I ever get hurt?

When you dance. By the way, I want a memory of your group's performance yesterday. Seeing you in a fake mustache would be to die for.

Who said it was fake?

There was a moment where Teddy was sure that Vic had given up and just burst out laughing.

I'm back.

So who's given up yet?

No one. Aunt Hermione's been pestering Uncle Ron every day if there's any new leads from the Aurors, according to Rose. Everyone else has been asking your friends.

Vic, I've only got two friends. You and Olive Wood in Ravenclaw.

Yeah, they've already asked her. Oliver's been asking the foreign teams if you've been to any games.

Yeah, because if I've run away I'll be sure to catch up on a Quidditch game.

You can ease up on the sarcasm, love. Uncle Harry already told Oliver that, along with Uncle George and Aunt Angelina.

How's Gran?

Swearing to ground you if you've gotten hurt. Ted, the woman lost her daughter, son-in-law and husband to the last war. You're her last family.

What was the guilt trip for?

Oh, I figured you'd protest her decree. I know you Ted, even if you get a mad idea such as leave the country because of bullies.

I'm not going to defend my plan again Vic.

Okay, okay! By the way, Scorpius is doing fine in case you'd like to know. James, on the other hand, has begun to prank all the morons who bullied you.

Give him a chocolate frog from me in thanks.

How about you do it yourself when you come home. When are you coming home?

Teddy thought for a moment.

I'll see if I can sneak in to see you and him around Christmas.

I'll hold you to that. Got to go. Uncle Harry's coming and I think I'd be treated to an interrogation if he saw our parchment.

Kay. Love you Vic.

Teddy rolled up the parchment and stuck it in his desk drawer. He sighed and leaned back. Teddy knew that it'd been two weeks since the dogdeball game and still he'd done nothing to avenge Rory.

"Coming!" he shouted as someone pounded on his door. Opening it up, he stood in shock at the sight it unveiled. Santana, crying, in the rain.

"Santana!" he gasped. "What are you doing here? Come in!"

He hurried her into the apartment, leading her to a chair. Teddy grabbed a blanket and draped it around her shoulders. The girl was dripping wet, her Cheerio uniform sticking to her like glue.

"What happened?" he asked gently. Santana may not have been his favorite person at the moment, but she was crying. Something or someone upset her. Santana didn't answer, instead she just kept crying.

"I'll go make some tea," he said and got up to the kitchen. Moony hopped up on Santana's lap to try to comfort her. Teddy watched her pet him with shaky hands.

"T-thanks," she said as Teddy handed her a cup.

"What happened, Santana?" Teddy asked.

There was a moment's pause and then Santana looked at him. It honestly shocked Teddy to see this confident girl so shaken.

"I came out to my parents tonight," she said. "Mi papi kicked me out."

Teddy froze. There was no way that the words I'm sorry could make her feel better. But why did she come to him?

"Mi mama already knew," she continued. "Said that she saw it on the television."

"Wait, what?" Teddy said, shocked. Santana, probably from her hysteria, told him the entire thing and he honestly wanted to go kill Hudson at the moment. He led Santana to his room and let her sleep on the bed. He took the couch.

Here's to hoping I don't end up in Azkaban in the morning, he thought as he closed his eyes.