A/N: Alas, the long awaited third chapter! You really didn't have to wait too long; it just seemed like a long time because of the cliffy at the end of chapter 2.

Disclaimer: The characters, yeah they're all mine. PS: I'm a pathological liar ;).

Harry stared at Ron in terror.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked trying to sound calm despite the fact that his heart was racing a mile a minute in his chest.

"Just get over here," Ron instructed.

"I'm on my way," Harry said quickly.

Ron's head disappeared from the fire and Harry, without a moment's hesitation, jumped up and rushed back into the shop.

"What's the matter?" Amber asked upon seeing Harry's pale face.

"There something wrong with Teddy," Harry said grabbing his money bag which he had left on the counter. "I've got to go, I hope you understand."

"Of course," said Amber standing up, "write me and let me know how he is."

Harry nodded before bolting out the door and Apparating back to the Burrow.

Harry began running towards the Burrow's front door the instant that the pressure released from his body. As he sprinted towards his godson he tried not to image what could have happened, what he might find when he got to Teddy. Harry wished Ron had been a little more specific about what was wrong; if Ron had been more specific Harry might not be fighting to keep his imagination at bay at the moment. All Harry could think was, what if he's sick, what if he's hurt. Harry didn't know what he would do if anything were to happen to Teddy.

After what seemed like an eternity, Harry slammed into the Burrow's front door and stepped back to wrench it open. Harry sprinted up the stairs, still focusing so much on Teddy that he didn't notice the tall, lanky red-head descending the stairs and Harry ended up running straight into him.

"Ron!" said Harry quickly. "What's happened? Is he okay?"

"Harry, I think you should sit down for this," Ron said in what was obviously supposed to be a calming voice.

"I'll sit down once I've seen my kid!" Harry said attempting to side-step Ron, but
Ron threw out an arm and stopped him from ascending the rest of the stairs.

"Harry, you have got to listen to me," said Ron. "I can't let you in there until you know what's going on."

"Ron--"

"Harry!"

"Alright!" Harry said impatiently. "Alright, just tell me so I can see my godson!"

"Okay," said Ron, "er…maybe you should sit down."

"Ron!"

"Alright, fine, stand." Ron paused, trying to decide how best to explain this to Harry. Finally he said, "Harry, you know how Remus was a werewolf?"

"Yes," said Harry wondering what this could possibly have to do with what was going on at the moment.

"Which means Teddy is half werewolf."

"Yes, I understand how that works Ron," Harry said impatiently.

"Well… have you seen the moon?"

Harry looked out the window he and Ron were standing next to; a full moon was visible behind the clouds that hung in the evening sky. A wave of understanding rushed over Harry bringing with it an icy feeling of dread as he realized what Ron was saying.

"Please," Harry began, "please tell me you're joking."

Ron shook his head.

"Teddy's a werewolf?!"

"Yes," Ron said.

"Oh my god," said Harry turning away from Ron and running a hand through his hair. He hadn't expected this. He had, of course known that Teddy had werewolf's blood in him but he had just assumed that Teddy's case would end up being like Bill's; there wouldn't be any true transformations, he would just get irritable at the full moon, nothing more. Evidently being bitten by an untransformed werewolf was different then having a father who was a werewolf. Harry thought this parenting thing was tough to begin with, but it had just gotten a hell of a lot more difficult.

"I'm going up there," Harry said after a moment of silence.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea, Mate," Ron stated.

"He's my kid; I have to go up there."

"At the moment he's a transformed werewolf. We don't know how fully he's transformed. If you go up there, you risk him biting you and turning you into a werewolf too."

"I don't care! I have to make sure he's okay."

"Harry, it may be a bit difficult to take care of him if you're a werewolf too."

"Then what do we do?!"

"I've already flooed St. Mungo's; they're going to send a specialist over here right away. And after I got hold of you, I apparated over to Hermione's and told her to get over here. She should be here in a few minutes. I think we should wait in the living room until the healer gets here."

"I don't want to wait in the living room!" Harry exclaimed, "I want to wait with Teddy!"

"Am I interrupting something?" Ginny had arrived and was standing on the landing above them.

"We're having a little problem with Teddy," Ron stated looking up at his sister.

"A little problem?" Harry repeated.

"Okay, we're having a HUGE problem with Teddy."

"Anything I can help with?" Ginny asked.

"That depends," said Harry, "You want to be a healer, right? You know of any cure for werewolf-ism?"

Ginny stared at him in shock for a moment.

"No way," Ginny said.

Harry and Ron nodded.

"Teddy's…?"

"Yup," said Harry and Ron in unison.

"A werewolf?"

"That was my reaction," said Harry.

"Well, what are we going to do?" Ginny asked as she scurried down the stairs toward Harry and Ron.

"We've got a healer on the way," said Ron.

"But what can a healer do?" said Ginny as she reached the landing that Harry and Ron were on. "There's no cure for, um, 'werewolf-ism'."

"Yeah, but a healer could probably help us understand why Teddy didn't transform last month," said Ron.

"And give us a supply of Wolfsban Potion," Harry added.

"That doesn't change the fact that there's nothing anyone can do about this transformation," Ginny said pessimistically. "Teddy's probably upstairs biting and scratching himself and there's nothing we can do about!"

Her words were met by a short silence. Then, Harry said "Yeah, I'm going up there."

"Harry, you can't," Ron said grabbing his best friend's arm to stop him from taking another step.

"I can and I will," said Harry.

"Ginny," Ron said turning to his little sister for help, "will you talk to him, he'll listen to you."

"I'm in half a mind to go up there too," Ginny stated.

"Harry, you're not going up there."

"Yes, I am."

"No, you're not.

"I am."

"No!"

"Doorbell!" Ginny shouted over the boys' argument before hurrying down the stairs to answer the door.

Harry and Ron looked at each other before scurrying after her.

Ginny jogged to the door and pulled it open. There in the doorway was a black-haired, solemn-faced healer with a clip board and behind him, stood a pale and worried looking Hermione Granger.

"Is one of you a Mr.…" the healer looked at his clipboard, "Ronald Weasley?"

"That's me," said Ron stepping forward.

"Why don't you come in?" said Ginny.

Hermione and the healer entered the Burrow's kitchen.

"Make yourself at home," Ginny said more on the healer's behalf the Hermione's seeing as it wasn't even necessary for Hermione to knock before entering the Burrow anymore, as she closed the front door.

"You flooed St. Mungo's on behalf of a werewolf problem?" asked the healer taking a seat at the kitchen table.

"Yes," said Ron sitting down opposite the healer.

"It's my godson," Harry said quickly dropping into the seat next to Ron, "his father was a werewolf. I've got a question for you doc—er, uh, heal?—why didn't he transform last month? I'm positive he was here for the full moon last month; at least I think I am. I've only had him for two months you see and--"

"You're new at this whole parenting thing, aren't you?" the healer asked simply.

"I hope so, considering that I'm only eighteen," said Harry.

"Well, I'd tell you not to worry," said the healer smiling, "But worrying is, unfortunately part of the job description."

"I've noticed," said Harry.

"Well, I'm going to need some patient information before I can do anything for your godson."

"Okay," said Harry.

"Patient's name?"

"Teddy Remus Lupin," said Harry.

"Date of birth?"

"May 22nd."

"Age?"

"Four-and-a-half months."

It went on like this for maybe ten minutes; the healer asking question after question about Teddy and Harry giving short, simple answers.

"Okay," said the healer, once he had asked his final question, "I have all the information I need. Now what about you; I dare say you've got some questions for me."

"Yeah," said Harry, "why didn't this happen last month?"

"You said that his father was a werewolf?"

"Yes," said Harry.

"Well, since Teddy inherited the contamination of a werewolf bite rather then actually being bitten, he should only transform on the full moon of every other month."

"Okay," said Harry.

"That also means that it will be more difficult to monitor his transformations. You'll have to be very careful about keeping track of when to issue him the Wolfsban Potion. Failing to give Teddy the potion everyday for the week leading up to the full moon of his transformation will result in his transformation into a full and vicious wolf for twenty-four hours while the moon is full. Even if he remains isolated during those times he'll end up hurting someone, and if he's alone he'll bite and scratch himself. That shouldn't be a problem for this full moon," the healer added at the look on Harry's face, "seeing as most four-month-olds don't have teeth, but that could lead to a real problem later on."

Harry nodded to show his understanding.

"You also have to be careful not to give him the potion during the month he won't transform; that could result in him falling asleep and never waking up."

"In other words, I should keep his transformations marked on a calendar," concluded Harry.

"Basically," said the healer.

"I'll do that once Teddy's a baby again," said Harry.

"Good," said the healer. "Anymore questions?"

Harry thought for a moment and then asked, "Will he be okay, I mean, when he comes out of it?"

"Well," started the healer, "seeing as he doesn't have any teeth and his nails are most likely too short to become very sharp claws, he should come out of it fine, a little shaken no doubt, but fine."

Harry sighed in relief.

"Thank god," said Harry.

"Anything else you'd like to know?" asked the healer.

"I think I'm good," said Harry. "You guys have any questions?"

"No," said Ron.

"Nope," said Ginny.

"No," said Hermione.

"Alright," said the healer getting up from the table, "I guess we're done here. I'll write up a prescription for the Wolfsbane Potion for Teddy."

Harry got up to show the healer out.

"Thanks," Harry said extending his hand for the healer to shake, "for the help, Healer…?"

"Johnson," said the healer grasping Harry's hand and shaking it.

"Healer Johnson."

"Think nothing of it," said Healer Johnson, waving off Harry's thanks, "I'm simply doing my job."

Healer Johnson scribbled something on his clipboard. Then took the parchment off his clipboard and handed it to Harry.

"Here," he said, "If you have anymore questions, you can write me at that address."

Harry took the paper from Healer Johnson and nodded.

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it," said the healer. "Now, I'm assuming you'll all need some time alone to fret so I'll just be leaving. Good-bye."

Without another word, Healer Johnson walked out of the front door leaving Harry alone with his friends. There was a short remotely awkward silence before Ginny asked, "So, what do we do for the next twenty-four hours?"

"Wait," said Harry while staring off into space. "Worry." He was silent for a moment and then Harry said, "I'm going upstairs."

"Harry--" Hermione started, but Harry cut her off.

"I'm just going to wait outside the door."

Harry got up from the table without looking at any of his friends and made his way up the stairs to his bedroom. As he approached his room he began to hear growling and snarling sounds. Those sounds made Harry feel sick to his stomach; the thought of Teddy trapped in his bedroom as a wolf was absolutely terrifying to him. He reached his door and sat down with his back against it trying and failing at ignoring the sickening growls coming from behind him.

Harry felt guilty for wanting to ignore the sounds of his transformed godson but he didn't want to think about what Teddy must be going through right now. He wished he could go through this for Teddy. He wished there was something he could do to make it better. He felt so useless, sitting there outside his bedroom door, listening to his godson snarl and growl as a transformed werewolf, not being able to do anything for him for the next twenty-four hours. He didn't know how he was going to get through the next day.

How he was going to get through the next day? He was thinking about himself? What kind of godfather was he? Harry buried his face in his knees and sighed still lost in thought. He was so focused on his own thoughts, that he didn't hear someone coming up the stairs.

"Harry?"

Harry lifted his face from his knees and saw Ginny standing over him.

"Hey, Gin," Harry said shortly.

Ginny sat down next to him.

"You okay," she asked.

"Better then Teddy," said Harry.

Though he wasn't looking at her, Harry knew that Ginny was staring at him in a pitying way. Harry avoided her gaze at all cost. But then Harry felt something brush against his right hand. He looked down and realized that Ginny had taken his hand. He looked up at her and smiled in spite of himself. Harry couldn't help it; he put his arm around Ginny. At first Harry thought that Ginny might object to this action but to his surprise she didn't, on the contrary Ginny leaned into him and rested her head on his shoulder. Harry sighed, this felt so right.

Even years later, Harry would never fully understand how he managed to get through the twenty-four hours that followed. There was only one possible explanation Harry could come up with: Ginny. Harry never told her the things that had going through been running through his head, yet somehow she seemed to understand completely. Somehow she knew that Harry needed someone by his side at the moment and she was there the whole time. That was what he really loved about Ginny; she always knew what he was thinking and always knew what to do to help him, even when he didn't know how to voice it.

Harry and Ginny sat outside the door for almost the whole of the twenty-four hour period, listening to the sounds of the transformed infant, spending most of the time in silence.

One of the only times Harry or Ginny spoke was when Mr. and Mrs. Weasley saw them and asked what was going on. Harry had decided to let Ginny explain while he stared off into space; he was too busy worrying about Teddy to actually talk about what was happening to him.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the growling and snarling sounds coming from Harry's bedroom subsided and were replaced with the cries and wails of a human child. Harry jumped up off the floor and bolted into his bedroom as soon as his ears had deciphered the sounds as cries. He ran over to Teddy's bassinet, picked up his godson, and did his very best to comfort him.

"Shh," Harry said to his crying godson in the most calming voice he could muster, "it's okay, Buddy, I'm here. I'm right here. It's all over. It's okay, it's okay."

Teddy held on to Harry as if his life depended on it and nuzzled his face into Harry's neck. Harry could feel his tears falling onto his shoulder but he didn't care. Harry gently bounced the traumatized infant on his shoulder still soothing and whispering to him.

"You're okay. It's alright. I'm right here, Buddy, I'm not going anywhere. Shh."

It took a few minutes but after a little while Teddy began to calm down, his sobs began to subside and were replaced with hiccups. Harry began to rock Teddy back and forth. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure he and Teddy were alone. Harry walked over to his door, kicked it closed and then walked back over to Teddy's bassinet. Harry glanced around one more time and quietly began to sing a soft lullaby to his scarlet-haired godson, slowly rocking him back and forth until he fell asleep. Harry gently laid Teddy down in his bassinet. Harry tenderly stroked Teddy's check with the back of his fingers and stared down at his sleeping godson's face.

"I love you, Buddy," he whispered. He leaned in and gave Teddy a soft kiss on the forehead.

Harry sat down on his bed and looked around the room. The room was a lot tidier then he had expected, in fact it looked completely untouched. Harry never would have guessed that a werewolf had transformed in here. Harry supposed he should have expected that seeing as Teddy was only four-and-a-half months old and was therefore incapable of being very destructive.

Harry looked back at Teddy sleeping in his bassinet. There were still some tears glistening on his face. Harry leaned forward and gently brushed them away the pad of his thumb. He simply stared at Teddy for a moment before, out of the corner of his eye, he saw something pinkish on Teddy's arm. He looked down and saw a long, thin, red, swelling on Teddy's left arm, it looked as though he had scratched himself.

Harry felt sick at the sight of the scratch on Teddy's arm. Harry gently lifted Teddy's arm and softly kissed the swelling. Harry sighed and looked stared around the room for short moment before getting up off his bed, casting a quick spell so that he would be able to hear Teddy throughout the entire house if he started to cry, and went downstairs to the kitchen.

Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley all looked around at him when he entered.

"Well, he's human again," said Harry.

The kitchen echoed with sighs of relief from the Weasleys and Hermione.

"How is he?" Ginny asked.

"Well, he's a little scratched up and a little shaken but other then that I think he's fine," said Harry.

"Good," said Ginny, "and how are you?"

"What?" said Harry taken aback.

"Harry, Teddy wasn't the only one who suffered for the past twenty-four hours." Ginny stated wisely, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," said Harry, "yeah I'm fine."

"Good," said Ginny.

Harry and Ginny simply stood smiling at each other like idiots for a moment, before Harry remembered that Ron, Hermione, Mr. Weasley, and Mrs. Weasley were all present and staring at them.

Harry tore his eyes off of Ginny and looked around at everyone in the kitchen.

"Er," he said awkwardly, "listen, you all have been up for about a day and a half, why don't you all go to bed?"

"Why don't you go to bed, Harry?" Ron asked raising his eyebrows at Harry in a rather knowing way.

"I will once I've…gotten something to eat, I'm starving," said Harry making a quick excuse.

"Yeah, I am too," said Ginny causing Harry to have to fight off a grin.

"Well, I'm tired," said Mr. Weasley, "I'm going bed. Coming, Molly dear?"

"Right behind you," said Mrs. Weasley.

With that, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley left the kitchen and went upstairs.

"I'm tired too," said Hermione. "I'm going to go home and go to bed."

"Okay," said Ron, "bye, 'Mione."

"Bye."

Ron hugged and kissed Hermione good night and saw her out the door. Once the door had closed, Harry said, "''Mione'?"

"Shut up," said Ron, his ears turning red, "I'm going to bed."

Ron made his way to the kitchen door, but just as he was exciting the kitchen, he turned around and said, "Be sure to wash your hands before you eat…in cold water."

"Shut up," said Harry.

Ron left grinning maliciously, leaving Harry and Ginny alone together in the kitchen.

"So…" said Ginny awkwardly, "want some pie? I think we have some left over."

Ginny walked over to the refrigerator, pulled it open and pulled out a plate of apple pie with one half missing.

"Yeah," said Harry, "pie sounds good."

Ginny got out two plates and a knife, cut two slices out of the pie, put the slices on the plates, casted a warming charm on them and put the rest of the pie back in the refrigerator.

"Here," said Ginny handing Harry the pie and a fork.

"Thanks," said Harry.

Harry and Ginny sat down opposite each other at the kitchen table and ate in silence for a few minutes. Then, when he was finished, Harry got up and put his plate in the sink and leaned against the counter as Ginny got up and did the same.

"What?" Ginny asked, as she rinsed her plate off.

"What, what?" Harry asked smiling at her.

"You're staring at me," Ginny said smiling

"Oh," Harry said realizing she was right, "I wasn't staring at you… I was staring with you."

Staring with you? Harry thought. Good one, Harry, Ginny will defiantly fall for that.

"So… er, Ginny," said Harry, quickly making an attempt at changing the subject.

"Yeah?" said Ginny looking up at him.

"Er, listen, I was think that I would take tomorrow off to spend the day with Teddy and I was thinking, maybe you'd like to join me… us?"

Ginny considered him for a moment and then smiled and said, "I'd love to."

"Great," said Harry, "I thought we'd go to the park around ten so, meet me…er, us down here.

"Okay," said Ginny still smiling warmly.

"Okay," said Harry, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Tomorrow," said Ginny.

"Good night," said Harry.

Ginny moved closer to him.

"Good night."

Harry stared at her for a moment. His eyes slipped from her eyes to her lips. He remembered suddenly how good it used to feel to kiss them. Her lips suddenly started moving closer to him. His heart sped up. He couldn't think. He was getting lost in Ginny again as he had on so many occasions back when he was sixteen. He tried to regain control of his actions but it was like fighting off Devil's Snare: He was being strangled by the desire to move closer to her. She was so close to him now that he could feel her breath tickling his face. He couldn't take it anymore, he had to kiss her.

"Good night, Harry," said Ginny pulling away from him.

Harry opened his eyes and looked at her in shock; she was smirking at him smugly.

"Huh?" Harry said stupidly.

"I said good night," Ginny repeated still smirking at him.

Without another word Ginny walked out of the kitchen, Harry's eyes following her all the way.

A/N: So there it is. You know, I thought some more of you would have picked up on the little hint I dropped in the last chapter about the full moon. I thought it was a pretty big hint, but then I knew I was putting it in there. For those of you who are planning on pointing out to me that JK Rowling told us Teddy isn't a werewolf, I know that but this story is AU to what JKR has told us about the characters lives outside of the books. But just because you can't be smug in your reviews that you know more about HP then I do, doesn't mean you shouldn't review, so review!