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Harry coughed as he crashed out of the fireplace in the entrance hall. This fireplace was the floo gateway for Hogwarts, although only some registered fireplaces could access it. Harry was a regular visitor, so naturally his fireplace was set up to link with it.

Harry brushed himself down and set off briskly towards the headmistress's office, breathing and inward sigh as he remembered that it was Monday morning, and students would be in class. For 31 years people had been staring at him, and he never had got used to it.

As Harry that approached the gargoyle that led to the office, he realised it was turning and a tall witch in emerald robes was striding out of the opening.

'Ah, Harry, you said you would be coming. How's young Mr. Lupin?' McGonagall asked as she stalked past Harry.

Harry, shocked at McGonagall for walking straight past him, had to break into a jog to keep up with her.

'Uh…he's a lot better this morning, Minerva. He managed to get to us by floo powder from a fireplace in the room of requirement last night. He was in-'

Harry was stopped by McGonagall turning quickly into her empty Transfiguration classroom (Obviously not teaching this morning, he considered.). Harry had to skid to a stop and follow her in.

'Please continue, Harry.' McGonagall said as she began to rummage through a wardrobe.

'Um…he was in quite a state, Professor. By the time he reached the house and James had alerted me to his presence he had collapsed. He woke up at about 7 A.M this morning. I've never seen symptoms like this before…'

'He hasn't looked very well for the last couple of days if I'm honest, Harry. Sweet Merlin! Where is it?' McGonagall muttered to herself as she pulled out the contents of a nearby suitcase. 'Ah here we go.'

McGonagall had found a small booklet that Harry could make out as the mark scheme for a mock O.W.L exam. Satisfied that she had found what she needed, Harry's old teacher leant on a nearby desk and addressed him properly.

'We weren't far from contacting you. Madam Pomfrey suggested we take him up to the wing for tests, but we know of Teddy's...reluctance for medical help. Or help of any kind for that matter.' McGonagall smiled and started to leaf through the booklet at quite a pace.

'Well I don't think that this is something Madam Pomfrey can diagnose, professor.' Harry said darkly.

'Don't be silly, Harry!' McGonagall replied briskly, still flicking through the booklet, 'Madam Pomfrey knows more than you realise.'

Harry sighed and thought for a second. Probably better just to get it out.

'Professor, Teddy showed symptoms of a lycanthrope last night. I think he has inherited some of the werewolf gene from Remus.'

McGonagall stopped looking at the booklet and slowly looked up into Harry's eyes. Her eyebrows had shot up, and her eyes were wide. She put the booklet down and took her glasses off.

'We must go and see Albus.'

Harry nodded in agreement and, leaving the book behind, Harry and McGonagall left for the headmistress's office.

Teddy was up in the bathroom when he noticed his appearance. He remembered that he was itchy and scratched a lot on the previous night, but didn't realise that the scratch on his nose had left him with a significant mark. A diagonal line was etched across Teddy's face from just below his right eye, to just to the left of his nose.

Teddy gulped as he examined it further. Great, Teddy thought to himself, now everyone is gonna know there's something wrong with me. Teddy scowled at his appearance, disgusted by his grey skin and dark hair, and whipped the movable mirror round so he couldn't see it anymore. He picked up a flannel and scrubbed as hard as he could on his face and on his arms, the blood was coming off, but the grey complexion remained.

Teddy cursed and brushed his teeth with his old toothbrush from the summer, so aggressively that his gums began to bleed. After he was done, he walked into his unnaturally tidy room and rummaged through his wardrobe.

All of Teddy's best casual clothes were at school, but Teddy managed to dig out a khaki coloured hoody and a pair of dark jeans. He grabbed some socks and dirty trainers and slipped. Finally, Teddy pulled on a black beanie hat that was in his drawer, so as to cover up his embarrassing hair and make him feel a little warmer, it was mid-December after all.

After striding down the stairs, Teddy saw George and James walk past with trainers in their hands, heading for the back door, with 5 year old Albus scuttling behind, adjusting his glasses to be square on his face. They walked through the garden, picking up a couple of stray brooms and a Quaffle, before scaling the fence and taking off into the field behind the house.

'Coming to play Quidditch, Ted?' George yelled, 50 feet in the air.

'You bet!' Teddy replied, smiling, George would always play Quidditch with them. He was like a big kid.

Teddy turned and ran up the stairs, two at a time. Unlike the others, Teddy kept his two broomsticks in his room, so they were not subjected to the elements. As it happened, his best broomstick was still at Hogwarts, but he dug out his old Comet 920 and set off down the stairs.

Lily met Teddy at the bottom of the stairs, Lily looked like a miniature Ginny and acted like her in every way. She was only 3 but she knew how to fly her toy broom. Lily carried a sour look that was just like her mother's.

'What's the matter, Lil?' Teddy asked kindly, squatting to Lily's height.

'Mummy won't let me play Qwiddits.' Lily replied, lip quivering. Teddy stifled a laugh at the word Qwiddits and tried to look sympathetic for the young girl.

'I've told you before, Lily, you are too young to fly a proper broomstick. I only just let Albus on one!' her mother replied, stepping out from the kitchen. She smiled warmly when she saw Teddy. 'You feeling better, kiddo?'

'Yeah much better thanks, Ginny.' Teddy responded.

'You be careful, Teddy. You know how clumsy you can be, just like your mother.' Ginny said, smiling. 'Oh, and keep an eye on Albus for me will you? Merlin knows George wont.'

Teddy grinned before setting off for the garden. He jumped on his broomstick before he even reached the fence, and felt elated as the cold wind whipped his face as he ascended.

'Nice of you to join us!' James yelled and threw the ball at Teddy.

Teddy slipped so he was upside down on his broom, caught the ball with a grin, sat up and threw it lightly to Albus.

'Thank you, James. It is very kind of you.' Teddy replied sarcastically.

'Now, now, my little Fred-let, don't be teasing Ted. You know he can get sensitive.' George replied, reaching for a weak pass from Albus. George had always called James his 'Fred-let' ever since he was small, due to the close resemblance between the James and the twins. George was, much to Ron's annoyance, godfather to Harry's first son.

Teddy laughed out loud and intercepted a pass for James from George. James scowled at George, for calling him a 'Fred-let', which he had always hated, and then at Teddy, for intercepting the ball.

'There's no need to laugh at him,' George addressed Teddy, 'He's only little!'

Teddy gave George a smirk and turned, ready to throw the ball back to James.

'Nice scar by the way, Cub'

George spent the rest of the morning nursing his sore nose. However he insisted that it was worth the pain to see Teddy's hair change a deep red to match the Quaffle hurtling at his nose.

A/N Yay a little more light-heartedness! I've decided how this whole story is gonna conclude, and it will conclude soon. Then it will act as a Prologue to the next exciting story spanning the last 3 years of Teddy's life at Hogwarts. The fun! . Please R&R!