Disclaimer: See Prologue
A/N: Very quick update for all my lovely reviewers because I got somewhat carried away.

The photograph slipped out of the envelope and landed on the floor at his feet. For a moment, Teddy stared at it from a distance. He almost couldn't bring himself to look at it. He had seen enough pictures of his father to recognise him at once although just who the girl with her arms around him was, was beyond him.

Intrigued, he inspected it further.

She was so much shorter than his father but he leant into her and her smile at his arms around her lit up her beautiful face. Teddy would have been convinced that she was some sort of brunette Veela hybrid if she wasn't rather swamped by her own body, huge hips and breasts coupled with very short legs couldn't have suited anyone.

She and his father laughed and half-heartedly swatted at the camera. They both appeared to be incredibly pleased with themselves.

Ted,

I ask that you are not quick to judge. I am about to talk to you about my first love (I'm talking aside from The White Album and Honeydukes) and a lot of people haven't the time of day for her. I ask you to keep an open mind.

Her name was Anna and she was in my year at school. I first met her three days into the start of term. We were paired together in Potions. I felt awful about being paired with anyone because it has to be said, I was hardly Potioner of the year. As it transpired, she was almost as bad as I was so though in second year the pairs were switched, we were allowed to continue to work together on the basis that at least we were not a hindrance to others.

I loved her for years. I was completely crazy about her. When we were in third year, she er…developed and put me through hell. When we were in forth, she started dating McCormack, a Chaser in the year above. Sirius blamed testosterone but there really is no excuse for it. McCormack picked a fight with me and something snapped so I gave as good as I got. We both ended up in the hospital wing. I am, however, proud to say that it was not my nose that was bleeding copiously.

He took to referring to my Muggle mother by a series of derogatory names for which he received a wad of chewing gum in his left nostril (from me) and a Bludger to the head (from Sirius).

You may be able to guess that he and I did not get along. Where was I? Oh yes, in fifth, Peter asked her out. I know. I was speechless too. In our sixth year, we started dating. I took her to Hogsmeade one weekend (I'll tell you about that later) and from that, I found out that she was as mad about me as I was her.

All's well that ends well, then? Not really, no.

We broke up and got back together a lot. I don't know what the term for it is these days but back then, we were 'off and on'. By seventh year, she had packed me for good but mid-April, we made up and I suppose you could say I became less opposed to the idea of a girlfriend. I told her that I loved her, she told me she felt the same and surely, all's well that ends well?

Again, the short answer is no.

The long answer is that I lost my virginity to Anna Lovett who declared that it was the first time she had ever made love. This was a conveniently ambiguous statement which I knew to be false as Colin McCormack had claimed that they were, and I quote, "banging like shutters in a hurricane". You can tell we would have come to blows without Anna's influence.

From that moment on, Sirius repeatedly referred to her as a 'prick-teaser'. I took no notice because Sirius referred to every girl who wouldn't have sex with him as a 'prick-teaser'.

He was right to a certain extent. If she had 'prick-teased' Mulciber, things would never have worked out the way they did.

I spoke to Anna shortly before her death in 1981. She explained her reasons for giving herself to Mulciber (a sworn enemy of mine from almost the moment I stepped through the school gates) and certainly, the reason for her adultery was plausible.

You see, I have always been a coward in relation to the fairer sex. I'd dated girls before Anna Lovett and because ultimately I could never tell them about my lycanthropy, I usually ended things before they could get serious. However, I never officially ended anything. I would just make myself unavailable. Unfortunately, Anna herself had received this treatment on numerous occasions.

Her birthday fell on the full moon. I told her I couldn't be there, being incredibly vague to hide my secret, and she assumed I was dumping her. She spent the following evening in a broom closet with Mulciber. No-one would have known (although she assured me that she would have told me) but Sirius and his latest happened to be going in as they were coming out. That made for one hell of an awkward Monday morning, I'm telling you.

I never really got over Anna. I had days when I missed her a lot less than others but I don't believe I could tell you honestly that I stopped loving her. That was until I met your mother and I'm not just saying that.

It's how I knew I'd found 'The One'. Not only had I made a total dick of myself but I also stopped comparing her. I found myself forgetting how Anna smelled and tasted and the exact shade of her blush. When I thought about her, I could only recall your mother.

So naturally, as soon as she forced me to get my act together, I married her.

I suppose you're wondering how it was that a girl who emotionally crippled me managed to keep my heart for God knows how many years.

She died on February 25th 1981. She died for me.

Until that moment, I hadn't believed that she ever loved me. Her promise that she still did meant nothing. There's not a day that goes by that I am not grateful for February 25th and considering you were born seventeen years later, I don't believe there's a day that goes by that you shouldn't be either.

When it comes to first loves, take my advice. Stick to The Beatles and biscuits.

All my love,

Dad.