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Teddy's Memories Chapter 10
James gladly accepted Teddy's invitation for a broom race through the woods, there were certain section's that had muggle repellent charms over them, so as long as they didn't fly over the tree tops, they were safe from prying eyes.
"OK," James said, as they collected a pair of brooms from the shed. "Race you there and back, the last one home has to do the dishes!"
Teddy grimaced, knowing that James would make a full hearted mess at dinner if he knew that Teddy would be the one clearing up after loosing a dare.
"Alright, you're on!" Teddy said. Grinning, he grabbed James by the wrist, as a formality of sealing the dare. They mounted there brooms.
"On the count of three!" James called.
"One!" said Teddy.
"Two!" James replied.
"THREE!" as they took off towards the opening of the woods.
They reached the broom shed, neither of them able to move through laughter and breathlessness of the fly.
"Come here," said Teddy laughing, pulling extra twigs out of James' hair, then brushing himself down. "I'd say that was a draw wouldn't you?"
"If that nest hadn't fallen I would have won that!" James said, indignantly.
"If you hadn't flown into the bird, the nest wouldn't have fallen!" Teddy doubled over, laughing at the memory.
"If you hadn't distracted me, I wouldn't have flown into the bird!" James said, laughing with his adopted brother.
"How did I distract you?" He asked as he helped James put the brooms away in the shed.
"You were winning," He fake pouted.
Teddy grabbed his 'brother' around his head, and playfully shoved him in the bush, before running back up to the house, James closely following, throwing bits of leaves at his retreating back.
They clattered noisily into the kitchen, still laughing and shoving each other.
"Watch it!" Ginny said as they nearly spilled hot casserole all over the walls.
"Sorry Aunt Ginny," Teddy said, with a wink at James. "Here, let me help you with that."
"Thanks Ted," She said as he took the dish, not noticing the wink he had sent at James, who grinned in response.
Unfortunately that did not go unnoticed. "I know that look James Potter, now tell me what you are planning!"
"Nothing!" He said in his most sincere voice he could muster.
"I've got my eye on you," She said. "And don't you do anything to that casserole!" She called as he retreated to the dining room.
Teddy looked at the casserole and sincerely hoped what he had done was going to go right, otherwise it would backfire horribly.
The potters and teddy all sat around the table, and Teddy waited to see who his victim could be. He didn't have that long to wait however.
Suddenly, James pulled a horrible face, "Ergh!" he said as he spat out his food.
"James! You have better manners than that!"
"Thorry, but thereth thomethin howwible in moy thood!"
"He said 'Sorry but theres something horrible in my food," Albus repeated for those that didn't understand. He had had enough practise to know.
Harry looked over James plate. "Popping candy" he said with a laugh.
"Tethy tha' wath noth nithe!" he said, desperately trying to get the taste off his tongue. "You know I doethn't like thopping canthy!"
"Teddy that was not nice, you know I don't like popping candy," Albus repeated again, laughing at his brothers expense.
James frowned, and took the drink that Harry offered him.
"I'll get you back for that!" he said, with an evil smirk worthy of Fred and George.
"Popping candy eh?" Harry said once they were back in the study.
"Couldn't resist," Teddy said grinning. "Besides, I had to get him back for tripping me down the stairs last time I was here."
"Well you got him good," Harry laughed. "But you might want to watch yourself for a few days."
"I intend on hiding out in here till the storms calmed down anyway," Teddy grinned.
"I take it you still want to do this then?" Harry asked.
"Of course I do!" Teddy said, firmly.
"Ok just double checking. I know it can be a bit weary sometimes, constantly going through memories that aren't yours," he said as he selected another bottle from the shelf.
"Are you ready?"
Teddy nodded, and watched as the memory poured into the pensieve.
They appeared in the Hogwarts grounds, what looked to be in the middle of summer, where a strange assortment of objects littered the ground. His father stood nearby, looking as if he was waiting for something.
"This is the Defence Against the Dark Arts exam that your father set out for us as 3rd years." Harry explained, and Teddy watched the students pass through the test with interest.
They watched as the students waded across a deep paddling pool containing a Grindylow, cross a series of potholes full of Red Caps, squish their way across a patch of marsh while ignoring misleading directions from a Hinkypunk, then climb into an old trunk and battle with a new Boggart.
"Excellent, Harry," They heard Remus say as young Harry climbed out of the trunk, grinning. "Full marks."
"I'm sure he just gave me full marks because of who I was," He said smiling whistfully.
"Did you know who he was, at this moment I mean?" Teddy asked, gesturing to the memory they were in.
"No," Harry said. "But I will show you that moment very soon."
They turned to watch Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione take the test.
Ron did very well until he reached the Hinkypunk, which successfully confused him into sinking waist-high into the quagmire.
Hermione did everything perfectly until she reached the trunk with the Boggart in it. After about a minute inside it, she burst out again, screaming.
"Hermione!" said Lupin, startled. "What's the matter?"
"P-P-Professor McGonagall!" Hermione gasped, pointing into the trunk. "Sh-she said I'd failed everything!"
"Bless her," Harry said, trying not to laugh. Everything was just so much funnier second time around.
"Was she telling the truth?" Teddy asked.
"I don't know, I never asked. I wouldn't be surprised either way," Harry said, shrugging his shoulders.
The memory around them dissolved, and the re-materialised in the Divination class room. The was only one person left standing underneath the trap door, and the followed young harry up the set of ladders that had appeared from it.
They couldn't tell from the memory, but the room looked as if it should have been boiling hot. It was june, the curtains were closed and there was a fire lit in the fireplace.
Ah this divination exam was pretty important," Harry said, with a serious look about him.
Teddy scoffed.
"You will soon see," he said mysteriously. "Just watch."
They watched young Harry stumble around the assorted and mismatched chairs and tables, to the centre of the room, where the professor was waiting with a crystal ball.
"Good day, my dear," she said softly. "If you would kindly gaze into the Orb… Take your time, now… then tell me what you see within it…"
They saw as he bent over the crystal ball, and peered intently into its shadowy depths.
"Well?" Professor Trelawney prompted delicately. "What do you see?"
"Did you even see anything?" Teddy asked, curiously.
Harry laughed, "No I made it all up, but its more true than she thinks. I wonder if I got extra marks the next day?" he expressed his thoughts aloud.
"Er —" said Harry, "a dark shape… um…"
"What does it resemble?" whispered Professor Trelawney. "Think, now…"
"A Hippogriff," he said firmly.
"Indeed!" whispered Professor Trelawney, scribbling keenly on the parchment perched upon her knees. "My boy, you may well be seeing the outcome of poor Hagrid's trouble with the Ministry of Magic! Look closer… Does the Hippogriff appear to… have its head?"
"Hagrid had trouble over a hippogriff?" Teddy asked, for Harry had not shown his godson those specific memories.
"Yes, in care of magical creatures Malfoy insulted Buckbeak, who lashed out, and, well you've heard what Lucius Malfoy was like."
Teddy nodded grimly.
"Yes," said Harry firmly.
"Are you sure?" Professor Trelawney urged him. "Are you quite sure, dear? You don't see it writhing on the ground, perhaps, and a shadowy figure raising an axe behind it?"
"That's disgusting!" Teddy said.
"No!" said Harry, starting to feel slightly sick.
"No blood? No weeping Hagrid?"
"No!" said Harry again, wanting more than ever to leave the room and the heat. "It looks fine, it's — flying away…"
"And that really happened?" Teddy asked, shrewdly guessing the answer.
"Well, not exactly," Harry smiled. "He may have had a little help."
Professor Trelawney sighed.
"Well, dear, I think we'll leave it there… A little disappointing… but I'm sure you did your best."
Relieved, Harry got up, picked up his bag and turned to go,
Teddy stood up, and went to follow the young Harry from the room, wondering why on earth he was being shown this particular moment, however his godfather put a hand on his shoulder to hold him back.
but then a loud, harsh voice spoke behind him.
"IT WILL HAPPEN TONIGHT."
Young Harry spun on the spot, the professor had gone rigid in her armchair; her eyes were unfocused and her mouth sagging.
"Is this a real prediction?" Teddy asked.
Harry nodded in response.
"S — sorry?" said Harry.
They watched as the professors eyes began to roll back, as she slid down her armchair, and then continued to speak in the harsh guttural voice of her prediction.
"THE DARK LORD LIES ALONE AND FRIENDLESS, ABANDONED BY HIS FOLLOWERS. HIS SERVANT HAS BEEN CHAINED THESE TWELVE YEARS. TONIGHT, BEFORE MIDNIGHT… THE SERVANT WILL BREAK FREE AND SET OUT TO REJOIN HIS MASTER. THE DARK LORD WILL RISE AGAIN WITH HIS SERVANT'S AID, GREATER AND MORE TERRIBLE THAN EVER HE WAS. TONIGHT… BEFORE MIDNIGHT… THE SERVANT… WILL SET OUT… TO REJOIN… HIS MASTER…"
The Professors head fell onto her chest, and suddenly snapped back up again.
Young Harry and Teddy had matching looks of shock on their faces as they stared at her.
"I'm so sorry, dear boy," she said dreamily, "the heat of the day, you know… I drifted off for a moment…"
They watched as young Harry dealt with the shock of hearing a real prediction.
"Is there anything wrong, my dear?"
"You — you just told me that the — the Dark Lord's going to rise again… that his servant's going to go back to him."
Professor Trelawney looked thoroughly startled.
"The Dark Lord? He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named? My dear boy, that's hardly something to joke about… Rise again, indeed —"
"But you just said it! You said the Dark Lord —"
"I think you must have dozed off too, dear!" said Professor Trelawney. "I would certainly not presume to predict anything quite as far-fetched as that!"
"She really has no idea, has she?" Teddy asked as the memory dissolved around them once more.
"Not one bit," Harry said. "which I suppose is a good thing, since it would give her a little shred of protection, but also made her vulnerable."
"Protection?"
"She made a couple of prophecies about Voldemort, can you imagine what the death eaters would have done to get hold of that information?"
"Yes I suppose so," He said, having heard certain stories about the time of voldemorts rule.
The scene re-appeared, and Teddy saw that they were in the Gryffindor common room. Young Harry, Ron and Hermione were sat in the corner of the almost deserted common room.
Young Ron handed young Harry a note, which Teddy was only just able to read over his shoulder, the writing was hardly legible.
Lost appeal. They're going to execute at sunset. Nothing you can do. Don't come down. I don't want you to see it.
Hagrid
"Is this where you lend your helping hand?" Teddy joked.
"What makes you think it was me?" He said defensively. Unfortunately, his younger self answered it.
"We've got to go," said Harry at once. "He can't just sit there on his own, waiting for the executioner!"
"Sunset, though," said Ron, who was staring out the window in a glazed sort of way. "We'd never be allowed… 'specially you, Harry…"
They heard Hermione ask about the invisibility cloak, Harry described to her where it was, and she dashed off through the portrait hole. She returned with the cloak under her arm. The memory dissolved, and they reappeared along with the younger Harry, Ron and Hermione, lurking in an empty chamber off the entrance hall, listening, until they were sure it was deserted. They heard a last pair of people hurrying across the hall and a door slamming. Hermione poked her head around the door.
"Okay," she whispered, "no one there — cloak on —"
Harry and Teddy watched as the trio disappeared in front of them.
"I've not followed someone wearing my cloak in such a long time, I forgot how confusing it feels," He laughed, and cast a quick glance behind them. "Luckily, I know where I was going."
"Just as well, or we would have no idea," Teddy said. "That cloak is pretty damn useful, if I do say so myself."
"I'm not going to ask," Harry began, as they wandered down towards Hagrid's cabin. "But if you've been up to mischief and not told me about it, I think I should know."
Teddy turned bright red. "I really don't think you do," he said.
"I said I wasn't going to ask," he said laughing. "but are you sure?"
"Positive!" he said, turning brick red at the thought of what had happened. He turned back to the memory.
"It's us," Harry hissed. "We're wearing the Invisibility Cloak. Let us in and we can take it off."
"Yeh shouldn've come!" Hagrid whispered, but he stood back, and they stepped inside. Hagrid shut the door quickly and Harry pulled off the cloak.
Harry and Teddy quickly followed them inside. Hagrid bumbled around, looking absolutely helpless in the situation. He tried to make them all a cup of tea, but was so nervous he smashed the milk jug.
"Isn't there anything anyone can do, Hagrid?" Harry asked fiercely, sitting down next to him. "Dumbledore —"
"He's tried," said Hagrid. "He's got no power ter overrule the Committee. He told 'em Buckbeak's all right, but they're scared… Yeh know what Lucius Malfoy's like… threatened 'em, I expect… an' the executioner, Macnair, he's an old pal o' Malfoy's… but it'll be quick an' clean… an' I'll be beside him… Dumbledore's gonna come down while it — while it happens. Wrote me this mornin'. Said he wants ter — ter be with me. Great man, Dumbledore…"
Hermione took over making the tea, and Teddy heard them offer to stay with Hagrid. Suddenly, Hermione shrieked, tipped the jug onto the table, and rat skittered out onto the table. Teddy recognised it as Ron's rat, he had seen several pictures of it with his Uncle Ron and Uncle Percy. He was however, looking rather bedraggled.
"Scabbers!" said Ron blankly. "Scabbers, what are you doing here?"
They watched as the rat writhed and struggled in young Ron's hands.
"It's okay, Scabbers!" said Ron. "No cats! There's nothing here to hurt you!"
Hagrid suddenly stood up, his eyes fixed on the window. His normally ruddy face had gone the colour of parchment.
"They're comin'…"
Hagrid ushered the young trio out of the back door, as the executioner drew closer. Buckbeak was getting restless in the garden. Teddy guessed he knew something was up, as he kept turning his head from side to side and pawing at the ground. Hagrid reassured him, before ushering the trio away.
Harry looked at buckbeak, and then followed his line of sight. He could just about make out two figures stood in the background, which was a mark of how good his and hermione's hiding skills were.
The trio put the cloak back on as Hagrid went back inside. Only this time, Teddy and Harry could follow them as they could hear the trio muttering to each other under the cloak.
"Please, let's hurry," Hermione whispered. "I can't stand it, I can't bear it…"
The sun was sinking fast now; the sky had turned to a clear, purple-tinged gray, but to the west there was a ruby-red glow.
"Oh, please, Ron," Hermione began.
"It's Scabbers — he won't — stay put —Scabbers, it's me, you idiot, it's Ron," Ron hissed.
They heard a door open behind them and men's voices.
"Oh, Ron, please let's move, they're going to do it!" Hermione breathed.
"Okay — Scabbers, stay put —I can't hold him — Scabbers, shut up, everyone'll hear us —"
The rat was squealing wildly, but not loudly enough to cover up the sounds drifting from Hagrid's garden. There was a jumble of indistinct male voices, a silence, and then, without warning, the unmistakable swish and thud of an axe.
"They did it!" she whispered. "I d — don't believe it — they did it!"
"Come on," Harry said, pulling Teddy along. He didn't want his godson too guess what would happen before it did.
The Scene disappeared, they re-appeared in the study, where another bottle was selected, and they made a further journey into the pensieve.
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