HELLO EVERYONE~~! I'M BACK... SORRY FOR DISAPPEARING FOR SO LONG... I HAD LOST SOMEONE CLOSE TO ME AND MOVED TO ANOTHER STATE... I'M SORRY FOR DISAPPEARING FOR SO LONG
ANYWAYS I WAS TYPING THIS CHAPTER AND NOTICED THAT I MADE A MISTAKE IN THE PAIRING SECTION... IT WAS NOT MEANT TO SAY HERMIONE/RON... WHEN FINALLY TYPING UP CHAPTER ONE, I REALISED I DIDN'T WANT THAT PAIRING TO BE IN PLACE. SO IGNORE THAT... I'M SORRY ABOUT THAT MISTAKE THAT TOOK SO LONG FOR ME TO REALISE.
RON IS SO FAR NOT PAIRED WITH ANYONE, WHILE HERMIONE WAS MEANT TO BE PAIRED WITH LUNA LOVEGOOD! DX SORRY BOUT THE MISTAKE... LOL...
SO PLEASE READ AND ENJOY~~!
((( I HAVE EDITED THIS CHAPTER AS OF 10/26/13 AS I HAD RUSHED THROUGH IT THE FIRST TIME, AND HAD MISSED SOME INFORMATION THAT WILL KINDA BE IMPORTANT TO KNOW... SO PLEASE ENJOY)))
Teddy Lupin lived most of his live without his godfather, with letters between the two every other week. He had only visited a few times to America to see his godfather, and his family. It wasn't until his last visit that he realized that he couldn't be apart of Harry's life as he had wanted. Teddy had come to the hard realization that he could never have been apart of Harry, or rather, Harley Stilinski's life. He could never fault his godfather for that.
He had only been 13 when he lost his godfather completely. He'd remember the disbelief building in his mind and then the feelings of lost. He'd never really experienced death, so it was hard to wrap his mind around the fact his godfather was never going to be there again. Though he wasn't the only one to take it hard, his aunt and uncle were taking it even harder. It was probably the first and only time he saw his Uncle Ron cry. It was only at that, that Teddy knew that what everyone was saying was true.
Life had continued after Harry's death, and by the age of 19, Teddy had already became an Auror. He'd pushed himself hard about it, knowing that Harry had once upon a time wanted to become one. He took up any mission that came to him, nearly losing his life because of it.
And as he stood in front of the Head of Auror's office, Teddy wondered if at the age of 21, he was already going to be laid off. His body held many scars. He didn't even dare hold the notion of becoming an Unspeakable, as even he knew that would be to much.
He knocked on the door, and the Head of Auror called him in.
Stiles sighed for the umpteenth time that day. It was barely noon and already he was feeling drained. After the attack on his father, both Scott and Derek decided it might be time to work together. Though right now they seemed to be butting heads, though Stiles didn't know about what this time - they maybe talking about the still missing Erica and Boyd, but with those two, who knew.
Isaac Lahey watched on, looking somewhat worried for his Alpha, while Peter Hale - the creepy uncle who's ass should have stayed dead - watched on with amusement. Right now though, Stiles wanted to curl up and sleep. He didn't care about the two idiots fighting. It was getting harder and harder to sleep at night, with his dreams being filled with screams and blood, along with his father's new restlessness, and him bringing out the alcohol.
Stiles rubbed his temples feeling a headache already start. His dad was upset about being taken off of Sheriff duty once again with in the last six months. But Stiles believed Gracie was right in taking over as the Sheriff for however long again, his father had been attack in their home - and by a werewolf also. Stiles made it his job to make sure mountain ash was now always around his house. Of course, Derek and Scott had been upset about this, but there was not chance that Stiles was going to even let another werewolf near his house.
Stiles twisted the old ring on his middle finger again and again, his thoughts circling his mother. He wished he could see her once again, she would probably know what to do right now. She'd always seemed to know a lot of strange stuff. A soft chuckle to his side dragged him away from his thoughts.
He turned his head to his right sharply, and gasped. None of the werewolves noticed that anything was wrong. How was no one noticing this?
His eyes greedily took in the sight that was there in front of his eyes. His mother gazed at the two fighting males, an amused look in her green eyes. Her dark messy black hair was pulled into a short ponytail, while a few bangs escaped and rested against her lightening bolt scar. She sat with her ankles crossed and her hands braced behind her. She seemed so real and at the same time not.
Stiles choked on the words that wanted to come out, but when she looked at him, the died in his throat.
"My how have you've grown." She said, her voice soft and everything Stiles remembered it to be. She stood up, and gazed down at him with warm green eyes. "Look at you, so close to being a man." She smiled gently at Stiles. She reached out and cupped his face in her hands, he could feel the pressure of hands on his face, but there was no warmth in her hands, leaving the touch feeling hollow.
"I'm sorry." She whispered, her green eyes holding a pained look to them. "I'm so sorry I failed you."
"Mom." Stiles managed to squeeze out.
He didn't notice that the werewolves were now watching him. Stiles stood also, and noticed that he now stood at his mother's height. She cast her gaze to the werewolves that were standing about. It was oddly silent over by them, but Stiles didn't care, his mother was here, standing in front of him.
"STILES!" Derek snapped out, the tone sounding like he had been trying to gain Stiles attention for a while.
Stiles turned to look at the Alpha, and as he wasn't paying attention, the ring that was somewhat loose on his middle finger, slipped from his finger and his mother disappeared from view. It was then that Stiles noticed everyone looking at him. Scott looked worried, Isaac looked like Stiles was going crazy, Peter looked shocked and Stiles couldn't read Derek's face.
"W-what?" Stiles said, "My mom-" Stiles turned to where his mother was previously standing only to see her gone. "-was here."
A pained look crossed Derek's face. "I think we're done here for today."
Stiles nodded, and didn't fight it when Scott offered to drive him home. His thoughts were in churning, and he didn't even notice he'd left without the ring.
Hermione Granger could have once been called beautiful, but that was before a Auror mission involving Vampires. Now she carried a large scar that ran down the left side of her face, going from her eyebrow to the corner of her mouth. There was another that started on her right temple that crossed across her nose. Even with the scars on her face, she was a sight to see behind the large desk of the Head of Auror. She had worked hard, and at the age of 39, became the youngest Head of Auror ever.
It wasn't always in her plans to become an Auror, and after a year of trying to become a politician, Hermione found it wasn't for her. She'd rather be out in the world fighting and stopping the bad guys. She then moved to become an Auror, even against her at the time boyfriend's wishes.
Her relationship with Ronald Weasley had died out after she found that their feelings weren't what they once were. Ron and her had luckily separated as friends, before feelings would have prevented from being friends.
Eventually, Luna Lovegood once again walked into her life when she was only 23, her relationship with Ron already dead. At the age of 22, Luna had grown to be quite beautiful, and she seemed to already know what she wanted. Hermione never stood a chance when Luna started seducing the older woman. Though rumor had it between her friends, that Hermione didn't really stop Luna's advances.
As she looked at Luna sit in the chair in front of the large desk, Hermione was struck by how much she loved Luna. How much she wished that she could protect Luna from. It made the mission she had for the two Aurors who were soon going to be crowding her office, and then her to be joining in the mission, that much harder.
Harry and Luna had always shared this strange bond, one that Hermione never could understand. Luna was also the last person to see Harry off when Harry had disappeared to America, and Luna knowing. Hermione had of course been upset, and wondering why Luna never spoke up about where Harry had managed to disappear too. But after speaking personally with Harry, Hermione had seen how much the war had changed Harry. Gone was the sweet kind hearted boy, and a new man took the place of the child, Harry had started to hate magic, and wanted nothing to do with it. Of course, it didn't stop the Weasleys, Hermione, Neville or even Luna from stop speaking to Harry. So everyone was surprised when Harry had named Luna the Godmother of Harry's only child. Now for the American Ministry to be calling them in on a mission, she knew that Luna's sixth sense whenever it came to Harry must be going off.
"You worry too much." Luna's voice cut her from her thoughts.
Hermione glanced up at Luna, who wasn't really looking at her, but rather the air above Hermione. "I always worry." She joked lightly.
Luna looked in her eyes, a slight pout on her lips. She soon schooled her features. "Does this have something to do with Harry?" She asked. And Hermione once again was proven right.
"You know I can't tell you anything." Hermione reminded. Luna nodded, but that told her all that she needed to know.
Luna stood and gave Hermione a parting smile just as a knock sounded on the door. Hermione called for whoever knocked to enter, and young Teddy entered. Luna said her goodbyes and left the two alone.
"Is there a reason you called me?" Teddy asked.
Hermione leaned back in her chair. "Yes, all we are waiting for is Ronald."
It didn't take long for the older man to join them. Hermione immediately went to business. "The three of us are going to America for a mission. This is going to be hard on all of us, not just physically but emotionally and mentally. I have chosen you two as the one's to come with me, as there would be no one better for the mission." Hermione said. She moved two files across her desk for Ron and Teddy to pick up and look through. "The Ministers of both America and Britain asked for us to do this. Kingsley wants us to quickly finish it."
"What kind of bullshit are you pulling 'Mione!" Ron snapped out. He waved the file around,
"How can any of this be true? How would they even manage to pull this off?! It's impossible!"
Ron threw the file on her desk, his face as red as his hair.
Teddy even looked like he didn't believe what he had quickly skimmed.
Hermione sighed, and ran a hand through her short hair. "It's true because someone managed to make a horcrux, Ron. And they plan on using it."
"But why?" Teddy asked. "Why bring him back to life?"
Hermione shrugged. "I don't know. But if the rumors are true then we must stop it at all costs."
Teddy nodded, and Ron looked grim.
"This wont go well with the family." Ron stated.
"That's why they won't know."
"Why not?"
"Because Ron," Here Hermione's voice held a slight annoyance tone to it. "They can't, they will get in the way of our work. Now then, do you both accept?"
Teddy nodded. "Yes."
"Fine." Ron accepted.
"Good, then we must stop who ever is trying to bring Harry back to life."
Eight year old Stiles looked around the pure white platform, wondering where his mother was. She was normally always within reach of him, except when he went to school. "Mommy?" He called out. "MOMMY?" He called again.
"Stiles..." Stiles turned and grinned at seeing his mother only a few feet away from him.
"MOMMY!" He shouted and ran towards her. When she was in range, he threw himself at her, wrapping his skinny arms around her small waist. "Mommy where are we?" he asked.
His mother cupped his face tilting it so his eyes meet hers. He saw that her eyes were filled with tears. "Mommy?"
"Stiles..." She said, her voice full of sadness. "You aren't meant to be here."
Stiles looked at her face, his confusion showing.
She hugged him close. "I'm sorry I failed you." She held him as close as she could. His mother pushed him away a little bit and kneel in front of him. "Do you see that door over there?" She asked pointing behind him.
Stile turned and saw a pure black door, he wondered how he could have missed it. "Yeah."
"Your daddy's waiting on the other side. I need you to walk through it and go to him."
"What about you Mommy?" Stiles questioned.
His mother chuckled a bit, "I can't go through that door. I can't go back with you... I'm sorry."
She stood and took his hand. "Let me walk you there."
Stiles let his mother lead him to the door, and when they stopped in front of it, he decided he didn't want to go back without his mother.
"Stiles, it's time to go."
"No." Stiles said stubbornly.
His mother blinked, surprised. "Don't you want to see Daddy?"
"Not without mommy!" The boy refused.
She smiled, "I understand. But mommy has to do something first. So you need to meet up with Daddy first ok?"
"Okay." The boy pouted. "But you'll come soon right?" At his mother's nod, Stiles reached for the door, and left the white platform, with his mother waving goodbye to him.
When the door closed behind Stiles, a dark look over came Harley's face.
"Already regretting your decision, Harry Potter?" Death question from behind the man.
Harry turned to him, "No, never." He looked at the dark door once again. "I just wish I could have joined him." Harry gazed at the door longingly, and watched as it faded from sight.
