History Repeated

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Note: I'm going to take a suggestion brought up to me by a reviewer on the last chapter and take out the recaps at the beginning of a majority of the chapters. I'm going to start removing the recaps from previous chapters. I had been thinking about getting rid of them, anyway, since they do take up a bit of the story. Also, I changed the ending of the last chapter because I realized I had forgotten a small detail for it, and I ended up changing the POV for that part because it made more sense to me.

9 August 2015

With a cigarette dangling from his lips, seventeen-year-old Teddy Lupin sighed as he walked along the dirt road leading to the Burrow. He had, like the rest of the wizarding world, seen the morning edition of the Prophet, and his irritation hasn't left him since. Every witch and wizard in him and his grandmother's village stopped him as he attempted to his Gran her medicinal potions from the nearby healer and badgered him for answers he didn't have.

"Have you seen him, Lupin?"

"Were you there? You know-the night they died?"

"Harry Potter was your godfather, wasn't he? Merlin, aren't-Oi, where are you going?"

"Merlin, Ted! Put your wand down! OW! Alright, alright, I get it...not Ted then...OW!"

Running a hand through his currently navy colored hair, Teddy looked up at the unusually built home of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley as he spat out his cigarette and stepped on it with his scuffed up boots.

"What the...?" Teddy questioned out loud to himself as he stared at the boy sitting on the roof of the Burrow. As he walked closer to the Weasley's home, he saw the boy, whose hair was as unruly as it was brown, rubbing his eyes with his left hand and yawning.

"OI!" Teddy yelled and frowned when the boy jumped, slid a bit down towards the edge, only stopping when he hit his feet on the curved edge of the roof. "Who the hell are you?"

The boy looked down at Teddy, then turned his head to his left side, then the right, and then at the bloody sky before looking at Teddy. "Er...I'm James," The boy said loudly as he yawned again.

Teddy's frown dropped as a sigh escaped past his lips. Merlin, he thought as he stared up at his godbrother, wondering how the bastards from The Daily Gossiper hadn't come out yet and harass the Weasley's yet. He hadn't seen any infuriating reporters with their idiotic photographers on his way towards the Burrow. Did they pull a Rita Skeeter and become illegal animagi? Stalking and eavesdropping on private matters they weren't wanted for? Or were they stupid enough to hide in the overgrown garden?

Pulling a smile too large for him to blame it on a pot of coffee, Teddy said, "Wotcher, James! I'm Teddy, why are you on the damn roof?"

"I had a nightmare."

"That's not a good excuse," Teddy waved off, though he was curious. A nightmare? Of what? How does that explain him being on the roof?

The boy frowned and crossed his arms over his chest and said, "How would you know if they were a good excuse or not? Have you ever woken up on the roof after having a nightmare?"

"Not the roof but close enough," Teddy retorted as he laughed at the boy's response. "Do Mr. and Mrs. Weasley know you're up there?"

"I don't know," James admitted as he leaned forward, grabbing the ends of the roof with his hands, and peering over it, Teddy heard the boy sigh and say, "Could you get them for me? Or find a ladder so I can climb down."

Teddy frowned. "What's a ladder?" he asked, and the boy stared at him as though he had three heads, to his bemusement. "Oi, it's a simple question!"

"How do you not know what a ladder is?" James asked, his eyes wide.

"How do you know what a ladder is?"

"That's not an answer."

"No, it's a question. Answer it."

"You first!"

"Oi, I'm older here so you've got to answer me first!"

"You don't act older!"

"So? What's age got to do with anything?"

"Everything since you brought it up!"

"Merlin, you're irritating."

"Look who's talking."

Teddy broke first, grinning as laughter crawled up his throat and out of his lips. "Alright," He said as he raised his hands into the air. "I'll go get your grandparents, Jimmy. Don't fall till I get back; I want a picture of this."

James stuck his tongue out as Teddy raised his own obscene gesture into the air, causing his godbrother to laugh, which followed Teddy as he walked into the Burrow.

He blinked as he watched Mrs. Weasley tearing everything up on the main floor with her wand, dropping to the ground as a kettle pot of shrieking hot water soared past his head and barely missing the window as it plummeted out the damn thing.

"Merlin, Mrs. Weasley!" Teddy exclaimed as he stared at the woman who had been like a second grandmother to him, his blue eyes turning grey and his hair green. "Watch what your things are doing! That kettle pots never liked me, and now it flies!"

"Oh, Teddy dear!" Mrs. Weasley said as she lowered her wand and, in the process, everything she had raised in the air, resulting in a rather cluttering and pathetic sound coming from the furniture and kitchen attire alike. "I'm sorry dear!" she said as she rushed towards Teddy, helping him up on his feet and brushing his already wrinkly clothing down with her hands. "I didn't see you! One of the boys has gone missing and I've been going mad here looking for him!"

"Ah huh," Teddy said as he stared at the old witch. "Does he by chance happen to look like my previously-thought-to-be-dead-or-missing-or-whatnot godbrother?"

Mrs. Weasley stared at him with wide brown eyes. "Have…have you seen him?" she asked, grabbing his grey and black pullover with her hands, nearly hitting his chin with her wand.

"Er, yeah," Teddy said as he looked down at Mrs. Weasley, who a foot or so shorter than he was. "He's on the roof."

"What?"

"He's on the roof?" Teddy repeated, this time more hesitantly as he pulled himself away from the older witch. "He said he had a nightmare or something like that, and ended up on the roof. I don't know how or why, either, so don't ask me why." Running his hand through his hair as it turned turquoise, he grimaced and said, "He said he needs a ladder to get down."

Mrs. Weasley stared at Teddy as though he suddenly turned invisible in front of her and said, "What's a ladder?" causing Teddy to shrug before saying, "I'd hurry up and get him down before The Daily Prophet comes lurking about, they know he's here."

James peered over at the newspaper next to his grandfather. He saw his face on it, and wondered why he'd be important enough to on the damn thing. He knew his father had somehow been important within the wizarding world, but how was unclear. Mr. Ollivander had said his dad had saved him, and Professor Longbottom mentioned him breaking into the bank on Diagon Alley and that Skeeter lady the professor had talked about, she had written about his dad too. Did everyone know what his dad did except for James? Did Uncle Dudley and Aunt Helen know too? Or were they as oblivious as he was?

"Can I read that?" James asked his grandfather, who jumped as he looked at him.

"What?" Grandad asked as he looked down at the newspaper and frowned. "This?" He held up the newspaper, folded up so James couldn't make anything out other than his own blinking eye.

James nodded. "Yeah," he said. "It's got my face on it. I want to know what's being said about me."

James watched as his grandfather's blue eyes blinked. And blinked. And blinked until he looked past him towards the kitchen, where James knew his grandmother was at, making breakfast while Teddy was nowhere to be found. James didn't look back, wondering what his grandfather was doing until he looked back at him and sighed.

Grandad pressed a finger to his lips as he slowly passed the newspaper to him.

With a smile on his lips, James took the paper and frowned as he stared at the name of the author. Rita Skeeter. Professor Longbottom had warned him about her, saying she wasn't to be trusted.

With less enthusiasm than before, James peered down at the article and began reading to himself.

You heard that right, my fellow witches and wizards. James Sirius Potter, son of the late and famed Harry and Ginny Potter, has been discovered alive and in the hands of his mother's family!

For those unfamiliar with the case of James Sirius Potter, ten-years-ago, on the thirty-first of October, Harry and Ginny Potter were discovered murder in their home in the London Borough of Islington (family home unknown). Whereas the bodies of the Potters were recovered in the early hours of November, their son was nowhere to be found.

Many conspiracies have been said over the years on the matter of the missing Potter boy; kidnaped by his parents' murderer and raised to become a dark wizard in his own right, murdered and buried in an undisclosed location, murdered and kept by his murderer as a trophy! Many conspiracies, all proven false as of yesterday evening when I, Rita Skeeter, saw the son of Harry Potter, the sa-

The newspaper was torn from his hands. James looked up and saw his grandmother staring down at him, her face turning a shade of red but tears falling from her eyes.

As she opened her mouth to speak, James stood up and ran past her. Running up the stairs as he heard his name being called, James ignored every call as he tore open the door to his Uncle George's room and was immediately hit with the awful smell of cigarette smoke.

"Oi, close the door you git," James heard Teddy say as he took a puff of his cigarette and blow out another round of smoke. He was sitting on the desk, cross-legged, moving his arm towards the open window to flick bits of his cigarette out of the room.

Bewildered, James closed the door as he stared at the now pink-haired teenager.

"Your hair's pink," James said.

"Yes, and yours's brown," Teddy retorted as he pressed the cigarette between his lips, took a puff, and blew out the smoke before throwing it out the window without putting the small spark of fire out first.

"How's your hair pink?" James asked the teenaged wizard, the newspaper article still in his mind but off to the side as he looked at his so-called godbrother, who smirked.

"This?" Teddy asked as he pointed at his hair as it turned white before James' very eyes. "My hair's not pink, it's..." he pulled at the end of his hair, which grew to his eyes as he stared at it and said, "White, apparently. Why're you in here?"

James stood with his mouth wide open. "How're you able to change your hair color?" he asked.

"Magic, now answer my question, Jimmy."

James frowned and walked towards the bed he had slept on last night, well at least for most of it anyway, and sighed. "I saw the paper," he said.

"What, The Daily Prophet?"

James nodded. "Were my parents murdered?" he asked, inwardly groaning at the tone of his voice.

James stared at Teddy, who looked back at him with a blank face, but his eyes gave away his emotions as they changed from green to amber color. Somehow, he knew his godbrother was upset about his question, and it made James feel guilty for asking. He looked away from the teenager and down at his bare feet.

"Sorry," James said.

"What?" He heard Teddy say. "Why're you sorry?"

"For my question," James said as he hesitantly looked up at Teddy, who unwrapped his legs and let them hang over the desk and onto the ground. The teenage wizard rested his arms against his knees and leaned forward as dark freckles formed sporadically across his previously clear face.

"Don't apologize for asking a question," Teddy said, surprisingly soft as James stared at him. "I'm just shocked you're asking me of all people that question. Hasn't anyone told you what happened to your parents?"

James shook his head. "My Uncle Dudley and Aunt Helen wouldn't tell me, saying they didn't know everything about what happened that night, just that my parents died." He sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. "Professor Longbottom was going to tell me some things about my family the day he took me to get my supplies, but it never happened. And I don't know how to ask my Mum's family. They seem nice, they've been nice to me, but I don't know them enough yet."

"You don't know me but you asked," Teddy pointed out.

"Yeah, well..." James said. "You seem like a nice and honest person."

Teddy frowned. "I just called you a git and you're calling me nice?" he said, bewildered as James grinned.

"You're not lying," James said, which caused Teddy to start laughing.

"Merlin," Teddy said as his laughter slowly died down. "You haven't changed a bit, Jimmy. Still can make me laugh like you just told the funniest joke in the world."

James smiled. "We've met before?" he asked, to which Teddy nodded and said, "Of course we've met. I used to stay at your parents' house every time I was able to escape from my Gran's. I love her to death, but Harry and Ginny's house was always fun, they had loads of sweets and a telly. Gran doesn't even know what a telephone is."

"You know what a telly and telephone is but not a ladder?"

"Shut up."

The two boys laughed.

"Merlin, you're something else," Teddy commented as he shook his head grinning.

"Oh, yeah," James said. "Why do you keep saying Merlin? I've heard the name being said quite a bit but no one here's named Merlin."

"It's like a swear word, kind of," Teddy said as he shrugged. "Like if you say bloody hell or whatnot. Wizards only say it because Merlin's one of the best wizards in history."

"Wait, he's real?"

Teddy looked like he was going to fall out the window when James said this.

"Oh, you have so much to learn, Jimmy," Was all Teddy said before he began talking about utter nonsense for what seemed like an eternity, but James ate it all up regardless.

Ron could feel the awkward atmosphere a mile from his parents' home. He and Hermione had talked about the article Skeeter published this morning, neither pleased with what they had read. Judging by the looks on his brothers and their wives, they had too, but no one said anything as the children ran around the garden, the younger ones oblivious to their parent's troubles, if only the same could be said for the older ones.

Ron watched as his nephew James chatted with Teddy and frowned. James had been talking to Teddy ever since he arrived, and according to his mum, had been since Teddy helped James get off the roof. Ron had wanted to question her on that bit, but the look on her face was enough to silence him for some time.

Looking at his wife, he saw her staring at the garden, causing him to look and see Roxy, Rosie, and Hugo running after an annoyed-looking Molly, who had brought a magazine of all things to the party. Glancing at Percy, Ron saw the exasperated look on his brother's face, which caused him to chuckle as he looked back at his wife and said, "Jimmy's taken to Teddy."

Hermione looked at him and then at James and Teddy before smiling. "All the children love Teddy," She said, and Ron couldn't argue with her on that. Teddy wasn't a member of their family but at the same time, he was. He had been Tonks and Lupin's son, and his mum had loved Tonks enough that she originally wanted the Auror to marry Bill instead of Fleur. Teddy had been Harry's godfather, and Harry loved the boy like he was his. Ginny too, loved Teddy as if he had been her first child.

As a boy, Teddy had often spent weeks at a time at Harry and Ginny's house, with his grandmother's permission of course, but Andromeda trusted the Potter's with her only grandchild and knew they had loved him.

When Harry and Ginny died, Ron heard from Hermione that Teddy had been devastated, demanding and crying to go with them or disappearing from his grandmother's house in an attempt to find James because he believed the boy was scared without him or his mummy and daddy there to make him laugh.

Ron distanced himself from Andromeda and Teddy after that, unable to look at the last (at least at the time) reminder of his best friend and sister after he and Hermione closed off Grimmauld Place so no one would go sneaking in and taking Harry and Ginny's things.

Now, as he looked at Teddy with James, he smiled and felt guilty for ignoring the boy. It wasn't his fault that he saw Harry as a father and Ginny as a mother. He had lost his parents not even a month after his birth and Harry and Ginny became the parents he never remembered. When they died, the boy was a wreck, he had lost his parents for a second time and not even Andromeda was able to help her grandson heal fully from his pain. And Ron felt he was partly to blame, he could have been there for Teddy, acted like he was the boy's uncle, but he stayed away. Merlin, a majority of the Weasley's had stayed away from Teddy, and everyone else who had known Harry and Ginny.

Yet, the boy still came around and acted like he was a part of their family. Ron didn't know how Teddy did it, coming around the places Harry and Ginny took him to. Ron wished he was courageous as Teddy Lupin and that was saying something considering Teddy was a Hufflepuff and Ron a Gryffindor. Though, maybe that's how it was always meant to be. Hufflepuff's were the house of the loyal, and Teddy was certainly that. Ron couldn't help but admire the boy for that. Though, he wasn't a fan of the recent ear piercing, which his daughter had spent, to his horror, talking about as though it were a bloody ring. Hermione had said their Rosie had a little crush on Teddy, she even said that the other girls in the family had crushes on Teddy and that made him want to groan. He didn't want to be thinking about his little girl having crushes on boys, especially Teddy Lupin, who was far older than her and, ironically, more like a member of the family than a friend. Ron imagined it was worse for Bill and Percy, who both had two daughters of their own while George and Ron only had one. At least Mum was happy, having more granddaughters than she had ever expected, with the Weasley's tradition of having all boys. Though, Ginny had made Mum ecstatic when she was born.

Ron sighed as he thought of his sister. Looking at her son, he could see Ginny in James, though he never would admit it to anyone, instead of saying he only saw Harry because it was easier to think about his best friend. It hurt too much to even think about his little sister. She died too young and it wasn't fair. She had her whole life to look forward to and it was taken away too quickly. He wasn't there to protect her, as an older brother should. Ron always wondered if his brother's thought the same, but he would never ask them. It would be too cruel to ask, too many wounds would be brought up and even more blame and guilt.

Ron imagined Charlie felt the most guilt out of the Weasley brothers. He, after telling Ron in a letter shortly before his death, had been there the day Harry and Ginny died, for Jimmy's birthday. He had learned something from Ginny but didn't want to write it down.

I'll tell you all what Ginny told me when I come back to England, Charlie had written. Please don't tell anybody that she said something to me. Gin didn't want the news coming out so soon, and I don't want to hear anything coming out of Skeeter's poison pen. Otherwise, I'd tell you what she told me. If only it had happened.

Somehow, Ron remembered those words. Out of everything he had ever read, he always forgot it, except for what Charlie had written to him. He probably only remembers the contents of the letter because Charlie had never gotten to tell him what he was going to say. He never made it back to England. At least, alive.

He smiled as he watched Freddie and Dominique pour a large bucket of water over Molly, Roxy, Rosie, and Hugo. Molly screamed, everyone else laughed. If his mother and George weren't in the house, preparing the cakes, Ron could imagine their reactions, which made him smile even more as he shook his head.

"Poor Molly," He heard Hermione say. He glanced at his wife, who was staring at their niece with a bashful smile on her face. Ron looked away from Hermione and picked up his goblet of pumpkin juice and began to drink from it as she continued with, "She's the next Percy."

Pumpkin juice shot out of Ron's nose as he began to laugh and choke at his wife's words. He didn't even react when she jokingly slapped his shoulder.

When Ron stopped dying of laughter and pumpkin juice, he looked up and saw Bill and Fleur walking over. Bill had an amused look on his face while Fleur hid her beautiful smile with her right hand, acting as though she was yawning. If Percy had noticed, Rom knew he would have been too oblivious to notice. Molly was too busy yelling at her cousins and Audrey was watching the whole spectacle with an annoyed look on her face. Lucy, Ron quickly found out as he heard the loud cackling from a distant tree, realized the young, wild girl had a hand in her cousin's prank. Merlin, another prankster in the family, Percy's daughter no less. If anyone had told him Lucy would be as mischievous as she was, Ron would have laughed at the joke then imagine Percy having a heart attack.

"Mum said Teddy found James on the roof," Bill said after he and Fleur sat across from Ron and Hermione, pulling up chairs originally from the large table for dinner later.

"What?" Ron asked, surprised. "What do you mean he was on the roof?" He glanced up at the top of his childhood home and wondered how the boy hadn't fallen. "How did he get up it? Fred and George were never able to get up there without getting caught by Mum or Dad." He winced when he said Fred's name, hoping George wasn't around, knowing his brother wouldn't react too well to someone mentioning his late twin. Or worse, Mum. She would start bawling if she heard the name of one of her dead children, even after all these years. Ron hoped to never know what his mother was feeling. He couldn't stand to think about losing either of his kids. Merlin, he'd probably go mad.

"She doesn't know," Bill said. "Teddy saw him up there when he came here and James told him that he had a nightmare."

"A nightmare?" Hermione asked, sounding surprised.

Bill nodded. "Teddy told Mum about the nightmare, but James refused to say what his nightmare was about," He said.

"He probably doesn't remember it, Bill," Fleur said, her accent slipping out with each word. "You know how many times the children have come to us, crying because they had nightmares."

Bill sighed and said, "Yes, but they never ended up on the roof after having one."

"Could he have Apparated on the roof?" Hermione asked, causing Ron, Bill, and Fleur to look at her. "Think about it, Harry once told me he Apparated onto his muggle school roof. I don't remember why, but he clearly was using magic at the time, even though he probably didn't realize it at the time." She sighed. "He was awake though. James shouldn't be able to perform magic in his sleep, but he did."

When Hermione looked away, Ron followed her eyes and saw James, laughing at whatever Teddy was saying. He didn't want to believe that his nephew had nightmares. He knew too well that Harry and Ginny had their share of them, hell, he did too, but James… James was too young to have nightmares that were bad enough for him to use magic. He wondered if his nephew remembered the nightmares, maybe he and Hermione and everyone else would be able to help him.

They were his family and they had a lot to catch up with Harry and Ginny's son. He'd personally make sure that his nephew was well taken care of. He owed his sister and best friend that. Their son should have grown up with them, and maybe even have a couple of brothers and sisters. He always knew Ginny wanted to have more kids, and he imagined Harry wanted the same.

Merlin, Ron thought as he looked down at the ground, life was unfair.

As the party began to die down, the Burrow was full of Weasley's and one Potter, to Molly's enjoyment. Though, Audrey and her and Percy's eldest daughter, Molly, had to leave because she had to go to work the next morning and their daughter was still somehow soaking wet and needed to go home and change. No matter how many spells were performed, nothing changed. Despite him denying he had anything to do with the prank, Molly imagined George had something to do with it, directly or indirectly. Percy and Lucy were still there, though, seeing as he offered to help clean up, and offered Lucy's help as a form of punishment for her part in Freddie and Dominique's prank.

She watched as James began to pull his things out of the bag he had brought. He would be leaving later with Hermione and Ron and go back to the Dursley's. If she had any say in the matter, James wouldn't be going back to them. They had kept him long enough away from her family and she didn't want to miss another moment of his life. Merlin, she never even got to spend a birthday with him because his parents had been in hiding.

Molly looked at the items her grandson had pulled out. Two books, one that appeared to be a photo album, and the other a storybook with a boy's name, Percy Jackson, on the front. She looked away when James pulled the storybook back and placed it into his bag.

"My Aunt put these together," James said as he held up the photo album.

Molly smiled as she took the book. "Thank you, Jimmy," She said, pulling her daughter's boy into a hug and holding back another round of tears that threatened to come out. When she pulled away from her grandson, he was smiling.

"We've got one for you too," Molly heard Arthur say.

"You do?" James asked as his brown eyes looked away from her and towards her husband, who laughed.

"Of course," Arthur said as he pulled out the photo album, she and everyone put together yesterday.

James took the book and opened it to the first page. His grin grew wider as he looked at the first photo, which Molly knew would be of his parents on their wedding day.

"Pictures move in the wizarding world?" Was the first thing that came out of James' mouth.

"Course they do," George said as he smirked at his nephew.

James looked at the next picture and laughed. Molly knew he was looking at the photo of a little Ginny, who had stolen one of the boy's broomsticks and flown off on it. Arthur had been the one to take the photograph, he had taken several after their boys realized what she had done and began chasing after her. Molly found it too humorous to scold her for it.

James looked up at her and Arthur and said, "Thank you."

"There's no need to thank us, Jimmy," Molly said. "Your parents...They loved you so much and..." She paused to wipe a tear falling down her cheek. "You should know them as we knew them."

With that, she looked away from James and down to the photo album he had given her. She opened it and smiled as more tears fell down her face. Now, she would get to know the grandson she missed out on knowing.

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