A/N: Hello! I know, I've been gone a very long time. I'm sorry for that. But I HAVE NOT ABANDONED YOU! To prove that, I have provided below an extra long chapter. I know, I'm sorry, but I tried to keep it interesting.

I still do not own this amazing world of wonders, though I wish I did.

Chapter 9: Moonlit Conversations

He was running.

Branches whipped at his face, scratching his skin and obscuring his sight. His lungs screamed for air. His aching feet danced across tree roots, racing faster than an average human. His sharp eyes darted from side to side, picking up every detail, even in the inky darkness of the night. This forest was unfamiliar. Of course it was, he snorted, his kidnapper wasn't likely to take him to a place where he had hope of escape.

The growling snarls increased behind him.

Oh, that's right. He was running for his life.

He bolted in and out of the tall, dark trees. There was no point trying to hide. That beast would smell him out. All he could do was keep moving, and pray that he could outrun him at least until sunrise. He would survive if he could make it to sunrise. Had it been any other night, he would've already collapsed from exhaustion.

The animal inside him, so much closer to the surface than usual, snarled at his cowardice. It wanted to turn. To stand and fight. But he was not the hunter here.

He was the hunted.

The hot breath was right on his heals now as he tore into the brush, ignoring the thorns ripping at his cloths. Fashion could wait until his life wasn't in danger. The growls behind him increased and morphed into a monstrous chuckle.

"You cannot escape me, boy."

He did his best to ignore it, pushing on. Why was he running? Was he trying to get somewhere? Away from something? All he could think was that he needed to protect them. He had to keep them safe.

The chuckles grew into a ragged barking laugh.

"How can you hope to protect your little friends, when you can't even protect yourself?"

The ground vanished beneath his feet.

He was falling.

Falling.

Falling…

Teddy jerked awake. He bolted upright, panting. His eyes flicked around the room almost subconsciously, doing a routine check to make sure nothing was out of place. Five mounds on top of the two beds emitted soft snores. The chess pieces still making camp beneath the dresser lay on their sides, dozing peacefully. Nothing else moved in the dimly lit room.

Teddy took several deep breaths and forced himself to relax. It wasn't until he did that he realized he was covered in sweat. He turned and pressed his back against the wall, running a shaking hand through his hair.

He hadn't had that dream in years. The last time had been only six months after the incident itself. He could remember running down into the drawing room to find Harry sitting by the fire, book in hand. No questions were asked – none were needed. His godfather simply held on to him as he shivered and cried like a young child, despite having recently turned fifteen. James and the others would've been deeply disconcerted to see him like that. His job was to be strong for them. But it was okay to break down around Harry, because Harry understood. Harry always understood.

With a shaky breath, Teddy looked around the room. His heart seemed to pound in his ears. Sitting there in the dark, all of his senses seemed magnified. The musty smell of Grimmauld Place invaded his nostrils. Every shift of fabric over skin was like wind ripping through a forest of trees. Even the dark shadows seemed brighter than usual.

Despite that, the dream lingered with him. A dark figure seemed to skulk in the shadows, stalking him. Hot breath ghosted on the back of his neck, yellow fangs itching to sink into his skin -

James snorted rather loudly in his sleep, and Teddy jumped. A moment later, he felt like laughing at himself. His imagination was running away from him. He and the others were perfectly safe. Well, as safe as they could be, given the circumstances. Anyone with intent to harm them had to go through the Order first, and as distrustful as the Order had been, Teddy knew that they would fight to protect a bunch of kids. But if they didn't…

The snarling voice rang, unbidden in his ear, How can you hope to protect your friends, when you can't even protect yourself?

Shut up, Teddy told it.

His heart rate finally returning to normal, Teddy looked around the room again. Everything still seemed strangely brighter than normal. He frowned in confusion. At first he had chalked it up to adrenaline – his senses were more sensitive than the average person and could be quite annoying at times – but even now when he was calmer, it was unusual for his sight to be acting up.

He moved to sit up, then fell back with a stifled gasp. Pain shot through him. It was a familiar pain, one he'd grown up with. A deep seated pain that ran through the very cores of his bones, like his body was aching to change into a form he didn't have. The animal inside him growled.

For the first time, his eyes narrowed in on a sliver of light emerging from behind the thick velvet curtains. With a sinking feeling, he got to his feet, ignoring the stabbing pain with practiced ease, and drew back the curtain, bathing the room in bright white light.

Of course he had forgotten. Of all the times to forget a full moon, it had to be now.

He sighed and let the curtain fall back, dropping the room back into darkness. His skin itched after being exposed to the moonlight, and for a moment he imagined fur splitting from his pores and his bones changing shape as his mind slowly lost all that made him human.

He shuddered. As much as he loved his father, his 'condition' was the one thing Teddy was glad not to inherit.

He turned to go lie back down, but froze with a groan of pain as a particularly uncomfortable jolt rattled his ribs. Hugo shifted with a sleepy moan and Teddy froze, biting his lip to ward off the pain. Only once Hugo had settled down again did he relax.

This was no use. If he wasn't able to so much as lie down without excruciating pain, how was he supposed to sleep? Besides, it wouldn't do any good to wake the others. The boys would just look sympathetic and Rose and Lily would fuss over him.

Sighing in resignation, Teddy stood with a wince and tiptoed as best he could to the door. He slipped into the hallway and made his way downstairs. When he was younger, staying with the Potters during the nights of the full moon, he would often end up sneaking down to the drawing room in the middle of the night. Harry would almost always be waiting for him, with that uncanny knack for knowing what Teddy needed before he did. He would sit up with his godfather all through the night, drinking creamy hot chocolate by the fire and looking at old photo albums as Harry regaled him with any story he could think of – his years at Hogwarts mostly among them.

But Harry wasn't here. Not his Harry, anyway. Still, Teddy thought as he started down the stairs into the kitchen, old habits die hard. He could get a pain relief potion and try to get some sleep in any case.

Yawning, he swung around the corner and into the empty kitchen with a kind of practiced ease and began searching the cabinets for the potions Mrs. Weasley had mentioned earlier.

"Hello."

With a yelp, Teddy jump so hard that he hit his head on the top of the cabinet. Cursing softly, he turned, rubbing his skull (which seemed to hurt more than it usually would – bloody moon), to face the kitchen, which wasn't as empty as he previously thought.

A combination of exhaustion, pain, and absentmindedness had caused Teddy to not even notice Sirius sitting at one end of the kitchen table, nursing a half empty glass of firewhiskey. He looked almost as tired as Teddy felt – his pallor was more gray than usual and there were dark bags beneath his eyes. Nevertheless, he smirked, eyeing Teddy with a kind of contained amusement.

"You alright?"

"Oh, yeah," Teddy hissed as he rubbed his aching head, "Just peachy."

Sirius let out a bark of laughter which made Teddy winch at the loud noise. Seeing this, Sirius stopped, grin slowly falling from his face, "Can't sleep?"

Teddy looked sharply at him, not really sure what he was looking for. Then he promptly looked away, "I usually can't on nights like this."

Sirius nodded, not surprised. "The moon."

Not seeing any point in denying it, Teddy nodded.

There was silence for a few moments as Teddy turned back to the cabinets, shifting through spices and dusty bottles in his search. He felt a bit awkward. He and Sirius got on well enough when they were cleaning with the others, but this was the first time they had really been alone together. After almost twenty years of hearing Harry talk about his godfather in nostalgic tones and wishing longingly for the chance to meet the man who had been so close to his father and godfather, Teddy found that now he had no idea what to say.

"They're in the end cabinet."

He jerked his head around to look at Sirius, who was still watching him with an unreadable expression. "Sorry?"

The Marauder smiled grimly, "The pain relief potions." He pointed to the cabinet at the end of the row, opposite the one Teddy was searching. "Molly restocked them yesterday so that Remus could have some tomorrow morning."

Teddy nodded gratefully, not questioning how Sirius had known what he needed. He had spent almost a decade in the company of a werewolf, after all. He made his way around the table to the indicated cabinet, asking as he did, "Where is dad anyway?"

"The attic," Sirius said with a sad smile, "It's reinforced with unbreakable charms, just in case. But that's not enough for Remus. He insists on chaining himself to the wall as an extra precaution."

Teddy narrowed his eyes, but didn't comment. To be truthful, if Harry was right in his interpretations of his father's character, Remus imprisoning himself wasn't about precautions - he'd taken the wolf's bane potion enough times to know that it was fully effective. No, Teddy was concerned that the literal chains was more due to a feeling of monstrosity – that Remus chained himself up because he honestly believed that he deserved it, especially on the nights of a full moon.

"He's taken his potion?"

Sirius nodded. "Always does."

"Why aren't you up there?" Surely there had to be a reason – after twelve years of Moony spending the full moons alone, Padfoot wouldn't abandon him now?

"I usually would be," Sirius sighed tiredly, something like regret shining in his eyes. Perhaps his thoughts were following the same path as Teddy's. "But he asked to be alone tonight."

Teddy raised an eyebrow, "He... asked to be alone?"

There was no question in it, Sirius was definitely avoiding his eyes now. "He said he had a lot to think about."

Of course he did. It's not every day that you find out you will one day have a son, even though you swore to yourself that you never would. He's probably up there stewing in guilt and self-pity, Teddy scowled as he finally closed his hand around one of the lime green potions and downed it in one, far too used to the bitter taste to care. Normally, Teddy would be far more understanding and sympathetic, but he was tired. His bones ached, he was dealing with two fucking moons in less than a week, and his father, the one person who he wanted to speak to more than anything, had been avoiding him since he laid eyes on him.

So excuse him if he was stressed.

No point even pretending to try and sleep now. He headed over to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of firewhiskey. After all of this mess, he felt he deserved at least one glass.

Sirius smirked slightly as Teddy topped off his glass before pouring one for himself. Sitting across from the Marauder, Teddy gave a halfhearted smirk in return before clinking his glass against Sirius's and downing half in one go. The warm burn of the whiskey combined with the cool numbness of the pain relief potion soothed the aches in his bones and he sighed in relief.

Sirius grinned at him and raised his glass in a silent toast before downing it in one. Then he refilled it, asking, "Is it often this bad?"

Teddy looked up, "For me? During the moon?"

Sirius nodded.

"Not usually. I mean, on occasion, if I'd been having a bad week or something it'd make it worse, but usually it's not bad. Thing is," he grimaced, "the full moon happened two days before James snagged that time turner."

Sirius paled, looking rather shocked, "So this is -"

"My second full moon in less than a week, yeah."

The older man cursed softly, "Blimey... I'm sorry, cub."

Teddy winced. Cub. Harry always called him cub. Sirius looked closely at him, concerned, "You alright?"

Teddy forced a smile, knowing that there was no way it was convincing, "Just a bit homesick."

Understanding flashed in his eyes. Smiling sympathetically, he took a sip from his glass, "You want to talk about it?"

Teddy shifted uncertainly. On one hand, it would be great to get things off of his chest. Growing up, Hermione had always told him that talking to people was important and that it wasn't healthy to keep things locked inside. Plus, this could be a great opportunity to bond with his godfather's godfather. But how much could he say? How much should he say?

"It's alright if you don't," said Sirius gently, seeming to sense Teddy's thoughts. It was truly uncanny how much like Harry he was. It was both reassuring and disconcerting.

"It's not that I don't want to," said Teddy slowly, choosing each word with extreme care, "It's just… I'm not sure how much I can say that wouldn't effect – things." He finished, rather lamely.

Sirius nodded with a small thoughtful smile, "Time travel is a tricky thing. Not many people give thought to the consequences of their actions under regular circumstances, much less while caring for five kids who are so far from home."

Teddy snorted, "Get much deeper and we'll have to use submarines to map you out."

He frowned. "What are submarines?"

"Muggle thing. Never mind." Teddy sighed at how ignorant purebloods could be to the Muggle world. It was too bad, really: Muggles had made such incredible inventions and discoveries that overshadowed the wizard world. Of course, Teddy only knew this because he made a bet with Hermione and Victoire that he could last a week in the Muggle world without magic. Not only did he win said bet, but he also ended up staying in Muggle London for another month because he was so fascinated with all it offered. It was a pity that he couldn't get an internet connection around magic.

"You don't have to talk about big things," Sirius continued encouragingly, "Just little things, like things you miss or what bothers you here."

"Even little things can change things in a big way. Have you ever heard of the butterfly effect?"

Sirius shook his head.

"Not surprised. It's a Muggle theory. The theory is, even the smallest of changes in decisions can affect the world in major ways. Like a butterfly flapping its wings a hundred years ago can cause the Amazon river to dry up now or something."

"Really?" Sirius snorted. "Seems rather ridiculous to me."

"It isn't a laughing matter!" Teddy snapped, "The future isn't always set in stone. It's always changing, determined by the choices of the present. And with time travel, you just have no way of knowing what could happen. Even having this conversation is dangerous! Coming here was dangerous! Telling you all that we were from the future was dangerous!"

Teddy wasn't sure when he began shouting. All he knew for sure was that he was on his feet, his hand clenched tightly around his firewhiskey glass like it was a grenade, and the damned moon was making him act like a hormonal teenager. He was just so angry. And so scared. And he wasn't ready for so much responsibility, dammit. He didn't like having to reassure Lily that they would get home and not know if he was lying to her or not. He didn't like having to shout and yell at James in order to make sure he knew exactly how dangerous the situation was. He didn't like it.

Any and all humor had vanished from Sirius's face. He simply stared at Teddy and let him shout. Teddy didn't know why, but he was glad. It was as though a dam had burst in his chest and he was letting out all of his fears, all of his anger, everything he had kept to himself. Each word lightening him just a little bit more.

"And I knew that! I knew it was risky! I knew that you might not believe us, that you might think we were bonkers. But I brought us here anyway because I didn't know what else to do. I knew where we were, when we were, I knew no one else would possibly believe our story. And I know that even though you do believe us and you're keeping us here because you don't trust us, it's better than the alternative. Anything is better than the alternative, because he saw us, and now Voldemort knows we're here, and he'll want us even more than he wants the prophecy and -"

Sirius sat up sharply, eyes flashing, "What did you say?"

Teddy froze mid-rant. Shit.

There was a ringing silence, Sirius searching Teddy's face for secrets, trying to discern what he said, and Teddy, trying not to crumple under the scrutiny and give away more than he already had, cursing himself for his slip up.

The older man stood slowly, eyes locked on Teddy's face. Softly he said, "What do you mean more than the prophecy? What could Greyback possibly tell Voldemort about a group of six kids he saw in an alley that would make him more determined to get his hands on them than something he's been obsessing about for almost three months?"

Teddy just stared at him, eyes wide. He screwed up. Majorly. There was no way Sirius was going to let this go. God, what could he say?

"Teddy," Sirius reached a hand across the table and gripped his wrist gently, the one holding the glass. It was only then that he realized he was shaking. "I want to help protect you and the others, but I can't do that if you hold out on us." His eyes, though stern, softened in a way so reminiscent of his own godfather that Teddy found himself relaxing unconsciously, although still tense. "I know you're scared. This is a lot of pressure for one kid to deal with, and you've been doing remarkably well. But you aren't alone. You can trust me."

Teddy looked at him, still pale, lips pursed. Then, tightly, trying not to show how much he wanted to say everything, he muttered, "Sometimes it isn't about trust."

A pause. "You're right." Sirius smiled grimly, "Sometimes it's about knowing when to ask for help."

Damn him. Damn him for knowing exactly what to say. God, how had Harry picked up on so many of his godfather's traits when he had only known him for two years? All of Harry's training and his instincts were screaming at him to not say another word. But God, Sirius was right. He was scared and he didn't want to be alone and Sirius was acting so much like Harry, whose guidance and care Teddy longed for now more than anything, that the young Lupin could feel his resolve crumbling.

After all, the situation was complicated and he had no way of knowing if he was doing the right thing. Another perspective could prove helpful. And if Sirius insisted on taking drastic measures for altering the time stream, Teddy could always Obliviate him.

Sirius, seeming to sense Teddy's internal conflict, gently pushed him back into his seat and topped off their glasses again before sitting across from the Metamorph, holding his drink and gazing at the younger wizard patiently. He did not have to wait for long.

"He came back with us."

Sirius said nothing, merely allowed Teddy to gather his wits and talk. Teddy was grateful. It was hard enough as it was without interruptions for questions.

"Greyback. The one we saw in Diagon Alley was from our time. He recognized us. He'll tell Voldemort we're here and he'll want us for the same reason he wants the prophecy. To know what will happen. To get the jump on Harry. Only we have more solid information than a vague prophecy. So he'll come after us for what we know."

A pause. "And what do you know?" Sirius asked.

Teddy looked up and grimly met his eyes, "How Harry beats him. How we win the war."

Sirius nodded, a faint smile of pride on his face, "And I'm assuming Greyback doesn't know how he did it."

"Not the specifics. Not like I do." Teddy shuddered, "But he knows that I know, so he'll be after me. More so than usual." He mumbled the last sentence, mind flashing back to his nightmare.

"Usual?"

Teddy looked up nervously. He hadn't meant for Sirius to hear that part. Answering delicate questions about a potentially life threatening scenario was one thing. Talking about Greyback… well, Teddy would rather avoid that at all costs. "Nothing."

It was obvious from Sirius's face that he didn't believe him, but one look at Teddy's closed expression made it clear that he wouldn't say more. Sighing, the Marauder swirled the firewhiskey around in his glass, but for the first time that night, didn't go to take another sip. "You do realize that this changes everything, don't you? If Voldemort's changed his plan then we need to change ours in order to counteract it."

Teddy nodded, looking at Sirius carefully. His wand was tucked out of sight in the pocket of his pajamas, ready to whip out at a moments notice. Harry had hammered into him the importance of keeping his wand on him at all times. "You don't ever want to be caught unprepared," he'd say, "Trust me." In that moment, Teddy thanked his godfather's paranoia. Part of him hoped (and doubted) that the fuzziness of the firewhiskey would ensure that Sirius remembered nothing of this conversation tomorrow. But if Sirius suggested anything too dangerous...

Something on his face may have shifted, giving him away. Sirius looked at him and gave a wry smirk, "Going to hex me, cub?"

Teddy tensed, knowing full well that in a one on one fight, he, a rookie Auror, wouldn't stand much chance against someone twice his age who could take on Bellatrix Lestrange. Still... "I will if I have to."

Sirius observed him over the top of his glass, grey eyes glinting with something unidentifiable.

"But I'd rather not have to," Teddy added, half pleading.

I don't want to be alone again.

The silence hung between them, heavy with tension and secrets. Sirius leaned forward, elbows propped on the table, gazing intensely at Teddy.

"You could Obliviate me. You could wipe my memory, never mention this night, and hope that will keep the future from changing. But keep in mind; the enemy knows. You can't just Obliviate them. If Greyback really is helping them, warning them of what is to come, then the future may already be changing. I, personally, would rather we focus our efforts on keeping you and as many others alive now as we can, and worry about the future when it comes."

Teddy stayed quiet, staring into his glass as he considered Sirius's words. It was true that he had no way of stopping Greyback from tampering with the past. The Auror office had been working with the Department of Mysteries on a way to reset time for when he and Harry went on the mission. A sort of device that would erase their presence in the past and allow time to snap back to its previous course. But it had been far from complete, which is why the mission was on hold and Harry had been given the time turners for safekeeping. Look how well that turned out, Teddy thought sarcastically.

But... maybe Harry would bring the device with him when he came after them (and Teddy had no doubt that he would: his godfather was, after all, known for his 'saving people thing'. Not to mention that he would sooner die than abandon his family). Maybe when Harry arrived, they could complete the mission and go home with the time stream fixed. Until then...

"You're right," he mumbled, squinting at the worn tabletop, "I just - I didn't - when I saw him, I just -"

"Panicked?" Sirius smiled gently, "I don't blame you. You're a kid. A brilliant kid, but still a kid. You worried about protecting your charges and your family, no one can blame you for that. Maybe all you needed was a different perspective."

Teddy snorted, wondering if Sirius was well versed in Legilimency. "Maybe."

Sirius tilted his head, a concerned frown marring his features briefly, "Are... are you sure it was him? I mean, how did you even know?"

"It was going to be my first Auror mission. Officially. The office had received a tip off a few months ago that some left over Death Eaters had banded together and had managed to reinvent time turners to go back years rather than hours. Those two time turners were the only two that we had managed to get a hold of when we raided one of their hideouts. The plan was that Harry and I would disguise ourselves and infiltrate their ranks, taking them down from the inside. I was chosen because of my talent in disguise," Teddy allowed his guise of the Death Eater he was going to impersonate to slip over his features briefly before continuing, "and Harry, obviously, because he knew the time, the people, and the events that occurred the first time around. But we weren't ready. There were still... details to work out."

"So Harry was given the time turners to hold on to, which is where James and the others come in," Sirius nodded in understanding.

"Exactly." Teddy sighed, feeling incredibly exhausted all of a sudden, "The time turners were each programmed with a set time and place of arrival, almost like a portkey, which is why Greyback was there when we arrived."

"He was expecting the two Death Eaters you nicked them off of," Sirius smirked, "Must've been quite a shock to see some kids instead."

Teddy nodded grimly, "Probably the only reason they survived. I took the time turner because I knew he'd be waiting for them."

"Hang on," Sirius half rose from his seat, eyes glinting, "You said you found them by the tracer in James's shoe. Did you -?"

"Fake it?" Teddy smirked, "Well, that may not have been how I found them, but..."

Sirius roared with laughter and soon Teddy found himself joining in. This is nice, he thought with a smile as he sipped from his drink, relaxing in the lightened atmosphere. The weight on his shoulders seemed far lighter with his godfather's godfather - his godgrandfather? - there to share the burden.

"Still," Sirius's smile faded slightly, "Are you sure it was the Greyback from your time?"

Once again, Teddy's mind flashed to his dream. The ragged barks and the yellow fangs. The face looming towards them out of the dark. He shuddered, "It was him. I know it."

"How?"

Teddy placed his firewhiskey on the table and wrapped his arms around himself as though suddenly cold, "He... the scars. There were three scars on his face."

"So?"

Teddy stared up at Sirius, eyes haunted with memories of that night years ago, "I gave him those scars."

Sirius's eyes sharpened, and Teddy could almost see the questions brewing beneath them. He looked down, avoiding his gaze. Please don't ask. Please don't ask. Please don't ask...

Sirius softened, then sighed. "Well, the next thing we should ask is, what are we going to do about it?"

Teddy looked up, "We?"

"You're the one in trouble, you should get a say," Sirius grinned wryly, "Something Molly Weasley seems yet to understand."

Teddy smiled briefly before frowning at the table. What should they do? He'd spent so much time trying to keep things from changing that he hadn't given much thought on what he'd do if he was going to change things.

"I think," he said slowly, "that we should think on it. Come up with the best way of telling the Order without Mad-Eye accusing me of Confunding you or something. Then you can all probably work something out together."

"Sounds like a good idea," Sirius nodded, "To be completely honest, this is a lot to take in. I think sleeping on it may be smart."

Teddy nodded and fought back a yawn. The throbbing pain of his bones had long since settled into a dull ache, easy enough to ignore, especially given experience. He may actually be able to sleep on it now.

"I think I'm going to head upstairs. See if I can get any sleep before the sun comes up."

Sirius nodded again and reached for his glass, "I'll get that. Head on up, cub. We'll talk more in the morning."

Teddy smiled gratefully and gingerly stood. He made his way around the table, but as he passed Sirius the other wizard gripped his arm and pulled the teenager towards him. The half werewolf froze in shock as arms encircled him in a gentle but firm embrace.

"We'll figure something out," Sirius murmured in his ear, "They won't get to any of you. I promise."

Teddy felt his eyes sting as he reached up and hugged the man back, the panic and fear and loneliness that had been tearing him apart the last few days seeming to just fall away. They stood like that for a moment, holding each other together in a companionable silence. Then Teddy pulled back, sniffing slightly, and gave the man a shaky, but genuine smile.

Sirius watched as Teddy turned and walked up the stairs, footsteps soft and almost silent. He seemed so strong around the others. Always calm and in control, ready with a smile and quick to comfort and reassure. But now he seemed fragile and on the verge of falling apart, showing just how much the stress was getting to him. Sirius suspected that if he hadn't caught Teddy in a weak moment then he probably wouldn't have seen past the facade either.

He had no doubt that that boy was Remus's son. Only someone with Remus's DNA could be so annoyingly selfless. And Harry being his godfather only makes it all the worse.

It should have surprised him that he was so fond of the kid after only a short amount of time, but it instead felt right. He was so like Remus that Sirius felt he had known him for years and yet there was a distinctive attitude there that was definitely all his own.

He swore to himself that whatever came, he would protect Remus's son with the same determination that he did his own godson.

Teddy reached the top of the stairs, feeling lighter than he had all week. Yes, things were still uncertain, and he still didn't have a clue as to what he was doing. But he had an ally. He had a friend. And for now, that was enough.

As he reached the bedroom door, he paused. Hand on the knob, he turned and looked up the shadowy stairwell that led up to the attic. The house was silent, and for a moment, Teddy looked up into the dark with something like longing.

Shaking himself, he turned forcibly and made his way into the bedroom, the door closing softly behind him.

A/N: I had this chapter in my head for a while but with no way to really tie it up. This is going somewhere, though. Please be patient with me.

Curious about Teddy's dream and how he knows Greyback? Well that's all a part of the plot!

And for god's sake, Remus, just get over yourself and go hug your child!

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