Alf and CJ were sprawled together on a bench, looking over towards the building warily. Alf broke the silence. "You called him with your coin?"

"Yep." CJ replied.

"It wasn't really an emergency." He pointed out.

CJ thought about that for a second. "Well…I figured when we pulled in to London, and I told him why you weren't there, he'd be going nuts and storm up here anyway to confront Grainsworth." CJ gave a little shrug. "Didn't see much point in waiting for hours to reach that point." He glanced over at Alf. "Grainsworth is my head of house, you know. I've never known him to be cruel, but I've always known him to be ambitious. He seems to have gotten what he's always wanted, if it's true that McGonagall doesn't come back. With ultimate power, I was not at all comfortable leaving you in his control."

"Right." Alf huffed lightly. "Is he mad?"

"Grainsworth? Quite probably, in both senses of the word." CJ gave a little smirk over at Alf with a raised eyebrow. "Or did you mean George?"

"Idiot." Alf grumbled back at him.

CJ took pity and actually answered. "He didn't seem mad. He might have been a tad annoyed at me at first, because he thought I might have been a little precipitous. But I'm pretty sure from what we just saw that he's figured out what we were up against."

Alf looked warily at the building. "Yeah, but he wasn't here to see how everything went down. I don't know what Grainsworth is telling him."

That got him a bit of a shove in return. "Do you really think your Dad would believe something about you that that man told him?"

Alf had to admit that it did seem ridiculous. But he just wished he knew WHAT was going on in that room…it had been what, a full twenty minutes at least since they'd left the Great Hall! He'd give anything to see his father just walking out of there and telling them they could go home.

There was a bang at the main entry, and George came out just as Alf wished, only with eyes blazing and hair flying out behind him, still in his work robes; his arms were folded and a tight grip on his wand. Voices could be heard in the distance behind him. "Boys." He said, in a very still, quiet and dangerous tone. "We'll be going home now. We'll head in to Hogsmeade and floo from the store branch there."

Alf and CJ rose quickly, eyes wide. Alf recognized just how angry George was; the last time he'd seen him in this quiet blaze was in the first few seconds after he'd nearly blown the store up. Wisely, neither Alf or CJ said a word, they just came rather meekly up to George and prepared to follow him towards the pathway to the village.

"WEASLEY!" Grainsworth's voice bellowed after them just as they got to the gates. George turned, stepping just in front of the two boys as if to protect them.

Alf saw Grainsworth looking furious, his face red; his thinning hair askew and absolutely trembling in his rage. "You are an ABOMINATION, Weasley!" Grainsworth stood before them, his robes rather mussed and his lower lip quivering in indignation. "You and your lousy progeny…disrespectful, arrogant. Those boys will NEVER set foot in this school again!"

"I can assure you." George said, in his frostiest voice. "If you are the headmaster, I quite agree…my sons will not be returning to your care. But I do not expect you to be retaining control of this place. You've crossed me, and you've crossed Harry Potter. At the risk of sounding like Lucious Malfoy, do not count on being in the position you are in by the start of next term."

Alf gave CJ a glance of shock, only to find that CJ had somehow gone in to some sort of trance, staring at George with wide eyes and not, apparently, noticing anything else.

Grainsworth gave him a snarl. "Do NOT underestimate me, Weasley. Although perhaps I should encourage you to do so. You've always had an overly exaggerated opinion of yourself, from all that I've heard. Hero of Hogwarts, my arse, you and your dead brother. All those pathetic pranks. Thought you were so smart and cool. What did it get you, but your brother killed in the end, and you basking in the pity you get from his loss."

Grainsworth seemed to gain speed the more he said. "Your boys are no better. Useless and arrogant, like you and your brother by all I've heard. They'll come to the same end, no doubt. And you will continue to act all noble, milking events ten years past for your own use. But in the end you were no better than a coward, abandoning your brother to his death so you could live…"

The speech came abruptly to an end as two curses hit the acting Headmaster at once, and with full force: He was overcome with warts and boils, courtesy of CJ, and began turning a variety of shades of colors in a row, from puce to teal to violet, to a rainbow moiré pattern, courtesy of Alf.

"BOYS!" George exclaimed, eyes wide. "No, no! What are you THINKING!"

"Stupefy!" Neville Longbottom called out, stunning the headmaster; he had followed after Grainsworth and was more than prepared. Angelina Morgainne was behind him.

George was rubbing his head vigorously, as if he had a migraine. "Neville…"

"I'll take care of it, George." Neville said, soothingly. "And we'll figure out what's going on with McGonagall. Get the boys on home, and I'll give you a call when I know what's happening."

"Right." George looked over at the boys, frowning. "While I appreciate your loyalty…do you have any idea how much WORSE you just made the situation?"

Alf and CJ looked at each other; Alf suspected that CJ wasn't feeling any more repentant than he was. Nobody was going to talk to his dad like that. They both turned their eyes back to George, respectful but not at all contrite. "Sorry." Alf said, very simply.

George was not quite done yet. "This is not going to help your case against expulsion, you do realize? He HADN'T had a good reason to do anything to you, and I had all the ammunition I needed to GET YOU OUT OF THIS with the Board. Now you've BOTH thrown serious hexes at the acting headmaster, and all you can say is SORRY?!?!" His voice was getting progressively louder; Alf had never quite seen him yell like that, even as he began to wave his arms rather wildly.

CJ found his voice first. "I thought you said we weren't coming back here?"

George gave an exasperated sigh. "Not with him as headmaster, CJ…but do you seriously think that Minerva McGonagall is going to be kept away from the school for much longer? Once she was back she would have immediately seen Grainsworth's idiocy. NOW…" George took a deep breath and repeated himself. "YOU THREW JINXES AT A MAN WHO WILL PROBABLY STILL BE YOUR PROFESSOR FOR THE REST OF THE TERM!"

Erp. When you thought about it in those terms, not good, Alf realized. But still…

Angelina Morgainne was glaring at George now. "Oh, for heaven's sake…don't you think given everything that happened you're blowing things out of proportion? Not to mention ira tad silly, coming from you!"

That brought George up short, and he turned on her. "I beg your PARDON?"

Angelina's eyes narrowed just a bit. "Considering that about…oh, eight minutes ago…you just nailed Grainsworth with the Weasley trademark Bat Bogey curse that I just now cleared up!"

Alf fought hard to keep from grinning, figuring that his life might depend on it.

"I AM AN ADULT!" George pointed out, waving an arm at the prone and stupefied figure of Cotswold Grainsworth. "HE is not my headmaster!"

"Umbridge?" Angelina asked, both eyebrows raised.

Alf was now chewing almost painfully on the sides of his mouth. He didn't dare look at CJ.

"Entirely different set of circumstances…we were liberating the school!" George tried to get the upper hand back, his face flushed; he was now becoming flustered.

"Right. It was you, was it not, who cursed Draco Malfoy and his friends pretty soundly for insulting your parents and got yourself a lifetime ban from Quidditch?" She added.

"Only because you were holding back Fred." He crossed his arms and tried to give her his most withering glare.

"You also once left a dung-bomb under Minister Fudge's car for insulting your Mum." She said, with an almost triumphant smirk. "My point is, it's rather thick for you to be yelling at the boys for cursing Grainsworth in defense of you!"

George was now beet red and standing toe to toe with her. "I swear, Angelina, some day you and Matthias are going to have kids, and the stories I am going to dredge up..."

"Right." Neville cut in quickly. "I think what Angelina is trying to say that we'll take care of it. I believe her husband is handy with a memory charm. Given what's happened with Teddy and all the other nonsense today, I think that we can safely say that several people were pushed beyond what would be their normal tolerance levels."

George deflated, closed his eyes, and sighed. "Teddy. Right. We've got bigger problems now." He looked down at Grainsworth with disgust. "I'll leave him in your hands."

Angelina glanced around George to give both boys a discrete wink; George whirled around but Alf and CJ were both managing to keep straight, slightly abashed faces.

"Oh, come on!" He groaned. "Michelle is going to send out an entire army if we don't get you home soon." He shooed both boys forward on the path, and they made their way towards the village, being careful to avoid looking at each other, or back at George. Until he suddenly put one hand on each of the boys' shoulders, and then pulled them both close to him in a hug, bending down just slightly to kiss each of them on the top of their heads.

Alf sighed, hugging George back; CJ doing the same, and thus linked together they continued to make their way home.

WWWWWWW

Harry and Bill were in Charlie's apartment in Bucharest, while Charlie rummaged through a bunch of wizarding directories from his desk.

At least, Harry supposed it was a desk under there somewhere. It could have been a giant Balkan sloth for all he knew.

Bill was looking around with a decided twinkle in his eye, enjoying a few seconds of levity in the midst of the impending crisis. "I'd like some good firewhiskey for Christmas, Charlie." He said, peeking into the sink and then backing away with a green face.

"Come again?" Charlie made an 'aha' face as he found what he was looking for, and tossed a heavy book towards Harry.

"Firewhiskey. And dragon-hyde boots like George's." Bill dusted his hands fastidiously. "Or else I'm going to tell Mum exactly what sort of condition your apartment is in!"

"Please do. She'd probably come out to clean!" Charlie grinned widely; Bill had never quite been able to get the upper hand with him, no matter how much he tried.

Harry was flipping determinedly through the booklet, which was an English language Romanian services directory.

"You've worn out the restaurant section, I see." Bill noted, looking over Harry's shoulder as he looked for medical facilities.

"Do I look like George? Damn straight I eat out a lot." Charlie retorted.

"Romanian General Hospital of Magical Maladies…" Harry read out loud.

"No different than St. Mungo's. Depressingly orthodox." Charlie replied.

"…Critical Injury Unit of Buchararest…"

"Hanldes injuries from dragons and other creatures.. Really quite efficient…and some lovely nurses on duty." He caught Bill's eye. "Now THAT Mum doesn't need to know."

"…the Dragasani Institute of Non-Human disorders…" Harry paused, and looked up at Charlie.

"That's a possibility!" Charlie leaned forward. "Dragasani's considered a bit of a quack by serious doctors. He's got a radio show out here where he promises to cure vampires, veelas, and hags."

"VEELAS?" Bill growled. "What is bloody wrong with veelas? And how do you cure one?"

Charlie shrugged. "He works with humans of mixed blood. His own father was rumored to be a vampire…"

"Is that even possible?" Harry asked.

"Who knows? All I know is, he says that if there are wizards out there who want their evil blood stamped out, he has devised aversion therapy cures to overcome your own bloodlines." Charlie looked rather ill. "He got into trouble. A kid who was part giant died in his care…he apparently kept trying to instigate the giant within, by some sort of torture."

Harry felt his knees buckle, and Bill held him up. "Easy, Harry." Bill calmed him.

"That's it. That's GOT to be it." He looked around helplessly. "But Andromeda loves Teddy. I don't understand why she would do this!"

"Figure that out later. Let's get hold of him first. You have the cloak?" Bill asked.

Harry nodded. Funny…he hadn't used the thing since he defeated Voldemort, and now it had been put to use twice in the past two months.

Charlie threw his own robes on. "I'm going with you." He announced, clearly not taking no for an answer. "If you get into any scrapes, you need somebody who can speak the language."

Scrapes. Funny. Harry had thought those days were long behind him. But he looked back at a worried Bill and a determined Charlie, and felt again a sense of thankfulness that he had crossed paths with the Weasley family. They were as good as his own.

"Let's go get him." Harry said quietly. And the three of them headed off into the rapidly falling dusk.

WWWWWWW

What could almost pass for a peaceful evening was just settling in at Godric's Hollow. They were all waiting anxiously for word from Harry, but otherwise were close to normal. George had told Michelle all the details of the afternoon, opting to leave out the fact that the boys had jinxed Grainsworth. Probably a good idea; she was annoyed enough at him for "letting a man like that get to him!" when he rather sheepishly explained his bat-bogey hex.

However, she was more worried about Minerva McGonagall, and was resolving to hunt her out to see exactly what her illness was, announcing quite seriously that she could not know what Graisnworth was up to.

In any event, as dinner was being cleared and Alf was helping Michelle with the baby, CJ asked to be excused and had disappeared up to his room. George took a glance at Alf, who just shrugged; they all knew that CJ had been exceptionally quiet and rather off since they'd made it back to the house. He took a deep breath, guessing that his burst of anxious anger this afternoon had frightened CJ more than the boy would ever admit to. Though it had been a while since they'd had a situation like this come up.

"Going upstairs for a bit, love." He said to Michelle, leaning around to kiss her nose. She nodded in understanding, and he went to find CJ.

WWWWWWW

CJ was curled up on his bed, staring out the window, gently tossing something through his hands. George came over and sat on the bed next to him. "Is that the trick snitch I gave you the first time I met you?" He asked in surprise. That was the sort of Wheezes trinket that kids usually managed to lose within a week or two.

"Yeah." He said quietly, watching it as it rolled over his fingers. "Lost a bit of the charm now, but still…it's important to me."

"I'm not angry with you, you know." George decided to go right for the direct tack.

"I know." CJ said in response, still not looking at him.

George wasn't sure that he DID know. "I was afraid at first that you might have called me needlessly, but you didn't; it was important that I be there to take care of you and Alf. And then later I was annoyed at the curses you threw, because I hoped for you both to have more self restraint to that. But I can't get as angry as I ought to, considering that I know full well I would have done the same thing." George gave a wry smirk. "Hell, I did do the same thing, and I certainly ought to know better."

"I know." CJ said once more. "I do know you're not angry." He repeated.

"So…are you worried about Teddy?" George asked, now thoroughly confused.

CJ gave a deep sigh. "No. I mean, yeah I am worried about him, but that's not why I'm so…I guess…" CJ got a little flustered, and with effort put the tiny snitch down on the window sill. "When you left the great hall today, you said that if Grainsworth were headmaster, that your sons would not be returning."

"And I meant it." George said promptly. "Still do. If that ape is in charge of the school come the end of the break, you and Alf are not going back. I know you don't want to have to leave school, but I'd rather teach you at home then have you there with that man having control over you." He was surprised that the sentiment would have bothered CJ.

CJ was looking at him very closely. Without blinking, he explained himself further. "You called me your son."

Oh.

OH!

But surely CJ knew?

"Yes. I did." George said softly. "Surely that didn't bother you? I mean, I know you have a father, somewhere out there in his bloated glory, but I wouldn't have expected you to be so attached to him."

CJ gave a strangled laugh that might have been part sob. He reached a hand down to grab his pillow, and he hugged it close to him. "I'm not. It's just…I can't believe you…I mean, you have enough problems."

George reached over and stroked CJ's head gently. "This may come as a bit of a shock, especially considering today, but I've never considered you, nor Alf, nor Freddo now, as problems." He inhaled deeply and decided to explain something he'd never planned on. "I asked to adopt you last October, after your old man showed up at the school. And was turned down because of whatever stupid use they're making of him at the ministry. But I have been promised that it will be reconsidered in the future." George reached out to touch CJ's chin and made him look at him. "But whether I get a piece of formal paperwork or not is immaterial. Whether you call me Dad, or Uncle George, or Hey You, is immaterial; I love you, as I love Alf. And so does Michelle. We are a family. That makes you my son."

CJ wiped at his eyes abruptly, and George draped an arm over his shoulders gently, letting him compose himself.

"I'm sorry I let you down today." He swallowed hard. "I do know that cursing Grainsworth was stupid."

"You did not let me down." George said firmly. "We all had our nerves pushed to the breaking point. No, you shouldn't have done it, but then neither should I, and we all three of us did. We love each other, and we acted in anger to defend people we loved." He roughed CJ's hair and got up to leave. "Nicely done jinx, by the way. Furnunculous?" He asked.

CJ managed to give him a smile. "Variation of, that went around Slytherin last year. Dermaschlosis. Essentially causes you to erupt in three different skin disorders simultaneously."

"Nice." George nodded. "I'm going to check in with Ginny in a bit…don't skulk about up here alone, now…come down soon."

"I will." CJ promised, and George felt confident enough to leave him behind.

WWWWWWW

Michelle was going over the last of the dinner dishes by hand. Wand work was faster, but sometimes tiring, and she had always enjoyed the muggle method of cleaning dishes…it sometimes seemed almost therapeutic. Tonight it was enabling her to spend a few minutes with Alf; Freddo had nodded off in his swing, and her young step-son had joined her without words, picking up a dish towel. Well, he too was familiar with muggle work, and perhaps had the same feelings. Besides, he couldn't use magic to help outside of school.

"I need to tell you something." Alf said, looking over at her from the side. "Dad didn't let on everything that happened back at school."

"I know." She replied. Seeing his surprise, she shrugged. "I could tell he was holding something back towards the end."

"Right." Alf set his shoulders. "CJ and I both tossed curses at Grainsworth." He said quickly. "The man had come charging out after us, and was saying horrible things about Dad."

"Ugh." Cursing a headmaster; not a good thing, not by any stretch of the imagination. "I'm guessing your Dad wasn't real happy about that."

"No, he was pretty peeved." Alf grimaced. "Until Professor Morgainne decided to bring up some of his own…intemperate behavior from his past."

Michelle fought back a smile. "I actually would have liked to have seen that. I bet George got all flustered and tried to bluster his way through the accusations."

"Pretty much." Alf let himself smile, glad she was being reasonably sensible. "And then he calmed down and things got normal." Alf paused. "I'm surprised he didn't tell you, actually. He usually tells you everything."

"Well, from what I hear Arthur used to run a lot of interference for the boys with Molly…she was generally far more likely to go off the deep end when they did something stupid. Imagine he's just reverting to what he knows."

That Alf could see. He considered that if he got caught doing something stupid, how Gramps was likely to react…a half hour lecture…versus Gram…which would probably involve having your ear pulled half off while she smacked you about the head shrieking in maternal terror. No contest there. "So you're not going to tug my ear off, then?"

"Not this time…you look enough like George as it is." She smirked a little. "What curse, may I ask?"

"Chameleosa." Alf said. "CJ used Dermaschlosis."

"Oooh. A warty, boil ridden, psoriasis attack in Technicolor. Nice." She quipped, putting away the last dish. "Flitwick must be beside himself with pride."

Alf laughed lightly, and then reached over to pick Freddo out of the swing; the baby nuzzled against him. "Want me to take him upstairs?"

"Thank you, yes." She was watching him curiously. "Why did you tell me, Alf, instead of letting your Dad cover for you?"

"You're still a teacher, even if not active. And you're friendly with Professor Morgainne. She's not likely to not tell you." He said, quite reasonably.

"Ravenclaw." George said as he showed himself in the kitchen, having actually heard a good chunk of the conversation. He looked sheepishly at Michelle, who had one eyebrow raised. "And my Mum would have absolutely gone nutters if Dad came home and told her that we'd jinxed Dumbledore."

"If I moved to pull your ear off, would that make you feel better?" She teased, and George backed away with a short laugh, as Alf decided to make his way up the stairs and give them a few moments alone.

WWWWWWW

Teddy had started to cry. Sort of. Only, as he was severely dehydrated, tears were in short supply. His mouth was parched, and as groans and gasping sobs had escaped from him, his tongue had become heavy, almost choking. He strained once more against the shackles, and got rewarded with a horrible shock.

Dragasani had attached him to some strange looking apparatus, one that he said he had studied in the muggle world. There were patches all over his body, and whenever he did something like strain too hard, or even arch his back to stretch, there would be a terrible jolt of pain that seemed to torment his very fiber from his toenails to his teeth. If this is what muggle treatments were like, then he prayed they didn't often get sick.

He would have been ashamed to be sniveling like a child, but the moment of shame had passed some hours ago. As evening approached, and the moon with it, he was acutely aware of every nerve in his body; they were all throbbing even without help of the torture device he was strapped to.

He winced as his knee gave a particularly violent throb, and he lurched with the pain, which set the machine off. A jolt of pure agony (surely cruciatus couldn't be worse than THIS?) coursed through him; making him scream. When it was over, he sank back against the bed, and this time he outright sobbed.

"You will learn, Mr. Lupin." The Doctor scolded him. "The pain is from your inner werewolf. The shocks you are receiving will teach your body not to give in to it."

Or kill me. Teddy felt almost like he was choking as his nose ran and he tried to control the shaking sobs that seemed to force their way out of him. It was not quite dark yet, and it was going to get worse before it got better. But how was he supposed to tell his body not to feel pain? He wasn't exactly embracing the suffering.

As if he sensed Teddy arguing with him, Dragasani rose and came over towards the machine. "Perhaps I need to increase the voltage?"

No, no…oh, no, please no, I can't take it, I can't…Please, no more…please…

"Get away from my godson, you bloody animal!" A voice screeched from the doorway.

Great, he was hallucinating now. Well, maybe in his hallucinations he wouldn't be able to feel the pain.

A new jolt shot through him, and he screamed, arching upward and nearly dislocating his shoulder as he wrenched about violently. So much for that idea.

"Hell, Harry…what IS that thing?" A voice…Bill Weasley?...came to Teddy's ears.

Teddy managed to raise his head for just one second. Funny, it almost seemed like Uncle Harry really was here. Maybe it was James Potter. Maybe he'd died and this was heaven.

Nah...he wasn't that lucky.

He sank back on to the pillow, and felt a semi-darkness surround him.

WWWWWWW

Harry and Dragasani had their wands drawn and faced each other, each in a complete rage. Bill was behind him, looking in shock at what had become of little Teddy Lupin, clearly suffering from the same Lycanthropic syndrome he'd once had, only without proper treatment for far too many months. He wanted to rush forward, but knew they ought to wait for Charlie, who was downstairs confounding a nurse. With Charlie, he liked their odds much better, especially with poor Teddy attached to some horrible muggle torture device.

Dragasani looked Harry up and down. "The boy is here with the permission of his guardian." He said, quickly. "I am not doing anything which she has not tacitly approved of."

"Right." Harry said, his blood pressure rising at the thought. "Just out of curiosity, where is Andromeda Tonks?"

"Away." Dragasani admitted. "I find that parents are not often able to stomach the necessary treatment to bring the demons out of their young ones."

"I take some comfort in thinking that his Grandmother might not have been fully aware of what your treatment entailed. But only some." Harry growled. "Now back away from my godson, because I have equal guardianship of the boy, and I do NOT approve of this, not one bit."

Dragassani held up a button that was attached by wire to the contraption behind him. "One more move, Sir, and I will give the boy a double dose. This unit, of my own invention, is impossible for a mere neophyte wizard to understand. There is no way you could disable it."

Harry looked at him incredulously. It was an electrotherapy shock machine. And muggles had invented it years ago in a vain attempt to cure mental illness. He remembered seeing a documentary on it on the telly one summer at Privet drive. He'd shuddered because Uncle Vernon had threatened to get himself one of those things in order to cure Harry.

As for not knowing how to disable it, well. A memory came back to Harry, of a jinx taught to him ironically by Remus Lupin, and he gave Dragasani a cold smile.

"Waddiwasi!" Harry called.

Dragasani pressed at the button simultaneously, but fruitlessly, as the electrical plug had jolted out of the wall at Harry's spell, and then lodged itself down the doctor's throat.

Charlie arrived upstairs just in time to catch it. He had his wand out, and quickly stupefied the quack medico. "I'll keep watch on this blighter."

Harry and Bill rushed forward together; Harry biting back a cry as he got a good look at Teddy for the first time; Bill working furiously to undo the shackles.

"Teddy, oh, Teddy!" He moaned out. "Look at you! Is this what you've been going though, underneath all those fancy changes?" He blinked away tears. "God, I've been blind!" He leaned down to scoop up the boy into a hug,; h is weight couldn't have been more than 130 pounds despite his height.

Teddy's eyes flitted open as Harry held him. The boy seemed to hesitate for a second, as if convincing himself that Harry really was there. He stiffly raised his now freed hand to touch his godfather's face, to feel his tears. And a funny shudder went through Teddy. "You're really here." He mumbled thickly. "How'd you find me?"

"I will always find you if you need me, Teddy." Harry promised. "I will never let you be taken away from me again." The boy's eyes closed, and he fell into an uneasy sleep in Harry's arms.

Bill had procured water, and handed it over to Harry insistently. "He's dehydrated. Which is particularly bad for osteolycanthrosis."

"Huh?" Harry looked over at Bill in confusion.

"When I got bitten, when the moon hit it felt like my joints were fighting each other to pull from my body. Your magical core senses the traces of the werewolf mutation, but only traces; it's trying to enact a change that by body you are not having. So your body is at war with itself, in a way." He grabbed a blanket and helped Harry wrap him. "He needs medicines and some of Fleur's special liniment. But it takes hours to be fully effective, " Bill looked at his watch and made a sick face. "Full darkness is only in about half an hour, Harry. And he's so weak…"

"Bill…what are you saying?" Harry gaped up at him.

"Harry, this has been going on without treatment for at least a year, from what the kids surmised." Bill's eyes were wide and pained. "Each attack would have been worse than the last. He's in such bad shape, Harry, I just don't know how he's going to come through it."

Harry shook his head hard. NO, he hadn't come this far to lose Teddy now. He COULDN'T.

"Ruddy hell." Charlie got their attention. "Apparate him back to England. Now. It's a two hour time difference."

Two hours. Was it enough? Harry looked at Bill, and Bill nodded at him…it would help. He rose quickly, Teddy limp in his arms, and Bill came up aside him. "What about Andromeda?" He asked.

Harry snorted. "Like I should care." He said. Then he gave a little shrug. "Look, I'm not hiding him. She knows where I live. If she's got the courage, she can find him."

He hoped she did. Because when she did, there was quite a lot he intended to say to her!