This story was posted long ago at PK as a response to the challenge "Not another time travel fic". I like this story so much I thought I'd give it a chance for another audience. It is still in progress, though, and it has been a while since I last wrote anything about it. I figured, if you guys like it, then I will continue it. So, let me know what you guys think;)

Disclaimer: I do NOT own anything Harry Potter related, sadly. Only my books, movies and posters, but unfortunately it's not enough to give me the right to write freely anything related to it. I wished I owned Orlando Bloom... sadly, I don't either. If any of you can find a way for me to own him, do let me know and I'll love you for life... anyway, I'm just blabbering now...

I knew it. I knew it, even before the members of the Order of the Phoenix came knocking on my door. I knew it the moment my daughter left to Hogwarts. I knew they would never come back.

Teddy was crying on his crib, and I wasn't even trying to calm him down. I just opened the door and allowed the wizards in. There was that Kingsley and another one I didn't know. I could feel myself shaking from head to toe, and Iwasn't even trying to stop it. I just glanced up to them, expecting for the worst.

"Andromeda… we're very sorry. You know we'll do anything in our will to help you and Teddy in everything we…"

"How did they…?", my voice cracked. I couldn't bring herself to say it.

"Fighting. Death Eaters. They did their best, I swear. Remus took down about a dozen of Death Eaters before Dolohov killed him". He sighed. "Nymphadora was murdered by Bellatrix.", He added, looking cautiously at me, as almost as if expecting me to grab my wand and hex the hell out of him.

But I didn't. It did not surprise me at all that my sister would murder my daughter. Not only she was the result of a "unworthy" marriage, Ted, rest in peace, being a muggle-born, but she was also married to a were-wolf.

"You listen, Teddy, they're heroes", I said. "They died trying to make a better world for you. They loved you so much, they loved you enough to die for you.", I said as I walked over to him and picked him up. He wasn't crying anymore. He was looking at me, as if he knew what I was telling him. His little mouth open and his big eyes… those big eyes, so much like Nymphadora's…

"Andromeda…"

"What, Kingsley? What do you have to tell me now? I really wished you could get the hell out of my house and leave me and my grandson alone for now. I don't want anything from you anymore, I don't care about your protection or help, or whatever you want to give us."

"No, listen. If you don't want our help, you might as well not have it. If you don't want your protection, you might as well not have it, either. But Remus' and Tonks' desire was that Harry Potter would become Teddy's godfather. Harry is aware of that, and more than happy to do it."

I looked down at my grandson, thinking.

If that was my daughter and his husband's wishes, who was I to change it? Harry Potter was the right one to be his godfather, indeed. Who better than him, who had been in the same situation? Orphaned at young age, in the hands of evil.

"Okay, I'll have to talk to him first. I want my grandson living with me…"

"I'm sure Harry will agree with that…", Kingsley said, looking relieved, but I acted as if I hadn't heard him. I hadn't finished up yet.

"He will be able to take decisions along with me, respecting Teddy's life… and considering the… lack of… my family's fortune, will he be willing to help me raise Teddy up, considering all of the economical?"

"I bet he will, Andromeda. Harry's got more than enough money, and I do not see a reason why he wouldn't want to help you. I'll arrange a meeting for the two of you, so you can agree with everything"

"Thanks… that will do, I guess.."

They murmured something else, but I lost interest. Teddy was now making sounds, indicating he was hungry. I heard them leave, close the door, and Disapparate.

I prepared Teddy's milk, hold him and started feeding him. He was so happy, comfortable, so… unaware to the fact that his life had now changed, forever.

The meeting took place just a couple of days after that. Harry arrived to my house, looking messy, tired and somewhat confused, as if just getting down from the dizziness of defeating Voldemort. But he also looked happy and excited.

He smiled at me and gave me the usual greetings. He was always so polite. He immediately asked me where Teddy was, and rushed to meet him. It was the first time he ever really met the kid.

He came with a girl. She smiled at me, and greet me too, but she looked unconfident and unsure. I hadn't met her, but I figured out she was the Granger girl that was on the papers, or that Remus and Nymphadora often talked about. She couldn't be a Weasley, her hair wasn't red.

I sat on my husband's favorite chair, and they sat down on the big coach, opposite to me. And I put matters on the table. It was my grandson, and I would make up the rules for his life. I was happy to see that Harry agreed with me.

He was still too young to take Teddy with him, so he agreed that he should stay with me. We agreed he could come and visit him anytime he wanted, and there would be a day of the week Teddy could spend alone with him.

He would help me with the money, the food, the clothes, and, when the time came, with Hogwarts, and the books, and robes, wands… everything he needed.

We agreed to make it official a few weeks later, when the high spirits calmed down a little, and the Wizarding World wasn't chasing Harry Potter like a seeker to a snitch.

They rose up, and the Granger girl, who hadn't said much during the meeting, looked at me. Introduced herself as "Hermione" and told me that if I ever needed anything, I could feel free to call her.

I thanked her, and then they headed to the door. Through the window I saw them holding hands and Disapparated.

I didn't see Harry again for a whole week, but I did see Hermione a couple of times during that week. She would come up to talk to me, asked me how I was doing, help me baby sitting Teddy if I was tired.

More than once, I found her talking to Teddy about his parents, and about Harry. He would always look at her, as if he knew what she was telling him was important.

Just the night before we went to the Ministry of Magic to make the official ceremony that would make Harry Teddy's official grandfather, I found Hermione at Teddy's room that once belonged to Nymphadora. She had brought some muggle books, and was reading them to him. Something called "Snowhite" or something of that sort.

I watched them for about ten minutes, before I decided to do it.

I walked to them, and as soon as Hermione felt my presence, she stopped reading and looked at me.

"How are you doing Hermione?", that girl had become of the only friends I had left. She had been my shoulder to cry on for the last couple of weeks. She had listened to me complaining about the death of my daughter, about my grandson being left alone, but I had never stopped to listen to what she had to say.

"I'm fine, Andromeda. How are you?", She said as she picked up the book she was reading, and packed it in her bag. She then looked at me.

"Can we talk, Hermione?", I was cautious not to break eye contact. My tone was polite, but firm. Just like I used to talk to Nymphadora.

"Y-yes, what is it?", She said, as she sat down a little straighter. I sat down next to her, in the bed.

"Should you be with… I don't know, your parents? The Weasleys?", A question that had been nagging me for the last couple of days. I knew for certain that her parents were muggles, and she had sent them away to protect them.

"I-I.. what do you mean?... I mean, they're fine. They're at home. And the Weasleys, they're fine, too. I visit them every day,… and…"

"Don't you wish to spend more time with them? I mean, you spend most of your time here with me and Teddy, when you don't even owe us anything…"

"I'm here because I want to, Andromeda. I…", she sighed. "I met Tonks and Lupin, and they were always really nice at me. And… Teddy…"

"He reminds you of Harry? That's it, right?", she was looking down at her hands. At some old scar that was on her right wrist.

She looked up, and I could see that there were tears in her eyes.

"Both his parents died when they were babies. Killed, by… Voldemort's hand, either way. I've seen what he can do. He can tear families apart, just like the Weasleys, just like Tonks and Remus, just like the Potters. And…"

"Hermione…", I grabbed her hand. She started sobbing.

"You don't know what it was like… no one knows… When we were there… we were alone, and no one was going to come to save us, it was just the two of us… And sometimes… s-s-sometimes, he wouldn't even speak to me for days… I don't want Teddy to go through that."

"Through what, Hermione?"

"Through loneliness… Harry… he…", she took a deep breath, and steadied a bit. "It was so hard sometimes, to see Harry there, knowing he was… troubled by something, but not being able to make him speak. Seven years I've spend with him, and there are times when I wonder who that person is. He is such a… He is always defensive. He's gone through so much. His relatives… they were never nice to him and…"

"You're trying to correct the mistakes Harry's relatives did to him, by taking care of Teddy?"

"Well… y-yes" she sobbed, weaker this time. I put my arm around her should and brought her head to my shoulder.

"Hermione, how would you like to be Teddy's godmother?"

7 Years Later

"Harry, pick up the phone, please!", a voice called from the kitchen downstairs.

Harry looked around, still not used to this new home, trying to find the phone. He got up and hit his foot against the wall. Darn wall, was way too near.

But the phone kept ringing.

"HARRY!"

"HONEY, I CAN'T FIND THE PHONE! HELP ME!" he called in desperation.

"It was over the desk!"

The desk. Sure, he had left it there. He turned around, and there it was. That white thingy that was making that annoying noise.

"Hello?", he answered, as the walked over to the window. The next door lady was chasing around her two little boys.

"Harry! Just the man I wanted to talk to…", a happy voice answered back. Harry smiled.

"I'm at your orders, young lady"

"Ha ha, that's so funny, young man. Did you just forget or what?", Hermione sounded a bit annoyed.

"Forget what?", his mind was racing, trying to remember. He looked at the Prophet over the desk, her birthday wasn't coming until another two weeks.

"TEDDY!", Harry clapped his hand over his forehead. He had to go pick him from Andromeda's house. They both were going to be so angry at him.

"Oh, bloody...! I forgot… Thanks a lot, Hermione. I gotta run. Call you later"

"Yeah, yeah. Run!", he grabbed his sweater and ran downstairs. Ginny was at the kitchen, warming up James' meal.

"Ginny, I forgot I had to go pick Teddy. I won't take long, okay?"

"Just be home for dinner!" he heard her shout, but he was already Disapparating.

He knocked on Andromeda's house, twice. He heard a scream inside, and a noise of feet running. Then the door opened and his godson jumped to his arms.

"HARRY!", Teddy's hair was bright yellow that day. He was clinging hard to Harry's arm that Harry had to work on keeping his balance.

"He hey, sorry I'm late, little fellow. Auntie Hermione called, so I lost track of time", she wasn't there, so blaming her for his lateness wasn't something that could bring him consequences.

"Oh yeah, yeah, blame poor Hermione as always", Andromeda appeared on the threshold, and handed him some of Teddy's belongings. "Make sure you bring him home, early, please Harry."

"Never mind, Andy. I'll get him here around 9.", he said as he held Teddy's belongings, and grabbed him hard to his chest.

"Just, do it for once in a lifetime, Harry!" she screamed as he and his godson Disapparated.

"How was dinner, Teddy? Liked it?" said Ginny, picking up the dishes and waving her hand to the kitchen, where the dishes headed.

"Really good, auntie Ginny!" said Teddy, happily. Ginny had definitely gained her skills for cooking from her mother. She smiled at Teddy from over the table, then got up and headed to the kitchen, not without first checking 3 months old, James.

"So… Teddy, what are we going to give Hermione for her birthday this year?", said Harry, absently rubbing his belly.

Teddy looked over to his godfather, and wondered for a moment. He decided.

"Harry, can I ask you something?", he asked as cautiously as he could. Taking a serious note, and sitting straighter.

"Sure, little fellow. Spit it up", he imitated his godson, sitting straighter, and looking serious.

"How come Hermione is my godmother, if she's married to uncle Ron, not to you?"

Harry stared at him, frowning. As if, calculating his words.

"Well…"

"GOOD MORNING, SLEEPY HEAD!!", screamed someone in the darkness, and he fell down from his bed, onto the hard, cold floor on the Gryffindor tower.

"What the…?" He looked around and noticed who had just waken him up. "Lizz… what are YOU doing here?"

"Happy birthday, you grumpy boy! It's your birthday, you know, right?", she asked happily, as she walked over to his bed, oblivious to the stares of the other Gryffindor boys in the beds, who looked at her indignantly.

"This is the boys room, you know that, Elizabeth", asked Matthew Wood from one of the beds in front of Teddy's.

"Yes, I know that, very much Mattie!", she answered happily, as she sat down heavily on Teddy's bed, and handed him his presents. "I wanted to give them personally", she added with a smirk.

"Thanks, Lizz…" he answered with a smile. He looked down to the green envelopment, then back to her. "Listen… can you wait for me in the common room?"

"Sure"

As she went downstairs, he looked around to his classmates, as they wished him a happy birthday as well. He smiled and thanked them all, then looked down at his presents. His eyes found what they were looking.

Hermione's present. For the last 5 years, she had been giving him, just in his birthday, a few pages, written by her. It was the collection of the stories of the Marauders. His father and his friends.

He then grabbed all of his presents, still wrapped, and got downstairs, to find Lizz.

She was sitting in the coziest, warmest coach. She was looking out at the window, but looked up when she heard him coming. She smiled.

"Happy birthday.", she said, running to him and hugging him tightly.

"Thanks, Lizz. Thanks for the gift", he said, as he walked and sat down on his favorite chair.

"Welcome", she said. "So, open them. All of them. I want to see what you got"

Ted smiled, then proceed to unwrap his presents. The Potters sent him a nice, golden clock, with a letter that explained that the clock had belonged to Ginny's uncle, then to Harry. Ron has sent him enough candies for a whole year. James, Lily and Albus, Harry and Ginny's children, sent him a picture of them, that was taken just last Christmas. He left Hermione's for the end.

He grabbed it, then looked up to Lizz. She was eating a chocolate frog, but she smiled at him.

"What is it?"

"I had the dream again."

"Which one? The one where you're running naked on the Great Hall or the one with your parents?"

"Neither. The one I'm at the Potters."

"Uh…", she looked ashamed. She never knew what to say to him in those cases. Even after 6 years, she still had trouble with that. "Ted… lis-"

"It's stupid, you know. Because that happened when I was 8 years old. And, still, it is one of the most vivid memories I have. Like… there's something important… but I can't figure out what…" he sighed. Lizz was looking at him as if she was trying to read something in his eyes, which made him feel quiet uncomfortable.

He looked down and grabbed his sleeve, then added, "They are my family"

"I am your family, Ted!" she said, indignantly.

"I know, you're my family. The best one, but…"

"Anyway, it's late! We have McGonagall at first hour. Let's go, before she kills us.", she picked up her books as quickly as she could. Ted watched her, and tried to say anything, but he couldn't really think of something.

"Pick up your wands, and start with your projects, students!" shouted McGonagall from above the noise that was created in the classroom as the students rushed up to pick up their projects just as they left them.

Ted looked down at his project. It was supposed to be a necklace with the same properties of the cloak Harry owned. He had seen it, used it, and examined it. The necklace would make things so much easier.

Hermione and Harry had told him the stories of how they destroyed the Horcruxes, and how the cloak had been so much help for them. He had also heard how it was sometimes hard to wear the cloak because it would move with the wind, or slip when they were Disapparated. So, he came up with the idea of the necklace. Something what could stay in its place, and was easy to put in, take off, or hide.

It was useless, he thought, as he grabbed the necklace, cause it didn't seem to be improving at all. It just faded for a few seconds, but came back almost immediately.

As he pointed his wand to the necklace, just for one second, for one split of second, he wondered if he could make the necklace to go back in time. Make him see his parents, just once.

He looked around. What the hell? What was he to loose? If there were time-turners, there was no reason why he just couldn't create his own time-turner.

Just the possibility of maybe, maybe creating a time-turner, so maybe, maybe he could see his parents, made his stomach flinch. Why hadn't he ever thought about it? He was happy with the story of his parents, the pictures, the notes Hermione did… why hadn't he ever thought with the idea of going back to their time?

Sure, time-turners weren't easy to be found, especially since the whole time-turner section had been crashed down by his uncles, but also, those time-turners couldn't go back in time for more than a few days. He needed one that would take him back about 17 years. Maybe more.

Silently, making use of his Prefect Badge, he headed to the library. And, being an Auror in training, he had permission to grab books from the Forbidden Section.

If Lizz had known he spent the whole night reading about traveling back in time, she would have given him a long, long speech, explaining him why he just couldn't do that, bringing up the consequences it might bring.

But she didn't know. Her parents weren't dead. Lord Voldemort hadn't ripped her family apart. No matter how hard she tried to understand him, she would never understand him.

Two weeks later, after a long of hard time, sleepless nights, and accidents, he looked around the now empty classroom, and set his eyes on the golden necklace. He just stared at it, and wondered for a second. Had he done it? Finally? Would he be able to go back in time and see his parents?

And, if he did, would he want to come back? Would he want to intervene and change the past to mend the future? Could he do that? If he could, what would he do?
He pulled the necklace around his neck, and tapped it 20 times. Then, everything went blurry, things were forming and changing around him. Screams, singings, chaos, around him. Then, it stopped.

He looked around, and he was exactly at the same place, Hogwarts, an empty classroom, but it was evening.

He looked around, and wondered if he had done it right. He was at Hogwarts, but was it Hogwarts present, or Hogwarts 20 years previously?

Then, he heard it. A familiar voice from the door behind him.

"… was just that, a dream?", said the familiar female voice.

Someone let out a roar of frustration. Ted drew closer to the door, trying to listen.

"You don't get it!", the angry male voice shouter. "I'm not having nightmares, I'm not just dreaming! What d'you think Occlumency was for, why'd d'you think Dumbledore wanted me prevented from seeing these things? Because they're REAL, Hermione – Sirius is trapped…"

But Ted wasn't listening anymore. He was staring at the door, but without really seeing it. He had done it, he had traveled in time, he had traveled 20 years back in time, back at the time when Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny were at Hogwarts.

And he thougt he knew exactly in which day he had came back… he looked around, dreading.

"IF YOU THINK I'M JUST GOING TO ACT LIKE I HAVEN'T SEEN –"

Harry was really altered. Ted drew his ear closer to the door, just one more hint was all he needed, to know if his suspicions were real.

"…than you learning to close your mind!"

"WELL, I EXPECT HE'D SAY SOMETHING DIFFERENT IF HE KNEW WHAT I'D JUST –"

Another room opened at that moment, and Ted jumped. Thinking, for one second that it was the door through which he was listening.

He heard aunt Ginny and aunt Luna speaking, too. But he didn't need to listen anymore. He knew that if he followed the teenagers Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny and Luna, he would go to a place, where for sure, he was going to see his mum and dad.