Hi everyone,

Been far too long since I worked on this story (or any I suppose) but finally got a new chapter up.

This was a harder one than the first one, because I don't think Teddy would've had a super close relationship with McGonagall because in reality there was no reason for him to. He would've grown up surrounded by Andromeda, Harry and Weaselys, and connections with teachers wouldn't have meant as much to him as it did Harry. But I still feel like he would've been closer to her than any other teacher, and I feel that she would've kept an extra eye out for him, because I headcanon that Remus was an all time favourite student of hers.

Hope you enjoy this chapter :).

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. They all belong to J.K. Rowling.

Minerva sat almost stone still, dabbing her eyes with the handkerchief as Shacklebolt honoured the dead at the memorial. Each fallen individual would have their own funerals, attended by their own family and friends, but she felt that those who had given their lives needed a joint memorial, at the place they had died. In the past twenty four hours, they had managed to remove the rubble from the Great Hall, and it looked somewhat respectful, as the temporary Minister for Magic spoke the names of those who had fallen.

So many of her students, past and present. She thought of Fred Weasley, an absolute terror to teach but a boy with a heart of gold, young Colin Creevey and Lavender Brown, members of her House whom she had spent a lot of time with during their time at Hogwarts, and their young lives taken from them far before their time.

As two more names were read by Shacklebolt, Minerva's eye caught another one of her former students, though it had been nearly thirty years since she had graduated. Despite being a Slytherin at a time where her fellow House members were falling into darkness, her own sisters and cousins among those, she had remained pure. Minerva could've shed a thousand tears for Andromeda Black, now obviously Andromeda Tonks. She knew the pain of being a widow herself, but she could not imagine the torture Andromeda is currently undergoing having lost a child, and her only child at that.

Minerva felt the pain radiating off Andromeda as she sobbed when Kingsley called Nymphadora's name out, followed straight after by Remus. Oh, Remus...Minerva had adored him and his troublemaker friends, and it hurt that they were now all gone, and gone so young. But it provided her with some comfort that James, Sirius and Remus were now together again (along with Lily and Nymphadora of course), she only hoped that they weren't causing Albus too much trouble wherever life after death had taken them.

It was only as Andromeda moved slightly, that Minerva realised, with a jolt, that she held a small bundle in her arms. She had completely forgotten that Remus and Nymphadora were expecting a child. In fact, because of the secrecy every member of the Order had been forced to live under for the past few months, she was unaware that the baby had even been born. She had seen their bodies in the Great Hall yesterday, but the baby had not crossed her mind as she mourned her fallen students.

After the memorial had finished, she made her way to some of the family members of her students who had fallen. Poor Dennis Creevey was in floods of tears, and though she was unused to affection from her students, she did not flinch when he hugged her, clearly looking for comfort from his teacher. After she had passed her condolences on to many family members, she saw that Andromeda was still sitting in her seat, and so she made her way over to the younger woman.

"Andromeda?" she spoke, gently as she approached, and sat down on one of the chairs, leaving a chair in the middle of herself and Andromeda to give the younger woman a bit of room.

"Good evening, Professor," she replied, her eyes not leaving her grandson, who was starting to wake, though he did not make a fuss. Minerva strained her neck slightly, enabling her to get a look at the baby for the first time, and her immediate thought was how he looked like his father.

"I have not been your Professor for some time, you may call me Minerva. This must be baby Lupin," she said, gesturing to the baby, who was now wide-eyed and taking in his surroundings, completely unaware of the memorial he was attending.

"Indeed," Andromeda replied, a smile now gracing her face, though her eyes still glistened with tears.

"His name?" she prompted, seeing that it appeared to sooth Andromeda, the attention being on the baby.

"Edward Remus Lupin. Teddy," she replied, and Minerva had been right for the smile on her face grew larger, and she kissed her grandson's forehead.

"For his grandfather and father, a lovely touch. Hello there, Teddy," she said, leaning closer to get a good look at the bundle in Andromeda's arms. Due to her teaching position, Minerva had a stern reputation, she had done from the moment she began teaching, but she was also known for being fair, and kind, but still she doubted anyone would've imagined her around young children. But the truth was, she loved babies, and always had. They were so innocent, and she could spend hours in their presence, soothing them to sleep.

She reached over and stroked the baby's cheek, and he closed his fist around one of her fingers as he let out a yawn, and to her great shock, the small tuft of hair on his head changed from a brown colour that resembled his father's to a bright turquoise.

"Oh, what a lovely surprise, little one. You have your mother's gift," she cooed at him, as his eyes began to droop, and within seconds he was back asleep.

"Forgive me, Professor, but I should probably be going."

Andromeda stood, carefully arranging Teddy in her arms so he would not wake.

"Would you like some tea, dear?" she asked, a pit forming in her stomach at the thought of Andromeda returning to an empty house.

"Thank you, Professor, but no," she said, the sad smile back upon her face, and Minerva thought she was going to cry again. "I would like to go home. Besides, it is getting late and I need to put this one to bed."

"I understand. I am...I am so very sorry," she said for the first time, realising that meeting Teddy had distracted her from expressing her condolences.

Andromeda nodded in reply, but did not speak out of fear of breaking down once more. Instead, she shot Minerva a grateful look, and then headed home.

After the memorial, Minerva saw Teddy perhaps two or three times during his childhood, for she was not particularly close with any member of his family, though she did remain in contact with Andromeda. Six months after the memorial, Minerva received a letter from Andromeda out of the blue, asking if she could take up that offer for tea that she had rejected on the day. Minerva, of course, was delighted to accept, and every couple of months, she and Andromeda would meet at Madam Puddifoot's for afternoon tea, and this continued for many years as both women grew older. However, Andromeda never brought Teddy with her, always leaving him with Harry or Molly, for she said that as much as she loved him, she often needed breaks from the child, who was as loud and energetic as his mother.

So she heard stories from Andromeda, and Harry when she saw him, of Teddy's childhood, but it was not until he began attending Hogwarts that she truly got to know him.

As Headmistress, she no longer wrote letters to the students informing them of their acceptance at Hogwarts, that duty had fallen to Professor Flitwick, but she still made sure to know the names of all of her students before she arrived. She examined the list of students enrolling this year, noting that the list was much smaller than usual due to these students being born during the height of the war. She recognised some names, but it was only when she reached the letter 'L' that she froze. 'Lupin, Edward'. It was the name of this particular student that stood out above all others and made her realise that the war, though it seemed like only yesterday, was so long ago. Had they really had eleven years of peace? It seemed surreal, but Teddy's name as a student enrolling in September confirmed it.

Professor Slughorn had also seen the list, and made an offhand comment, "Ah, a Lupin. Remus' son I assume? At least we will have one well behaved child," he said, before walking off, muttering fondly to himself about his favourite old students. Minerva, having heard what he said, almost uncharacteristically spat her coffee out. Of course, Remus had been an incredibly quiet and well mannered individual, but as Head of Gryffindor House at the time, she was more than aware that it was not just Potter and Black who caused mischief. She had no doubt that Teddy would be a respectful and delightful student, but she was also aware that he was the son of perhaps the most mischievous student she had ever taught, who spent more time in detention than she had in a classroom, and a Marauder (and related to another). He was also, no doubt, heavily influenced by one half of the Weasley twins, and of course his godfather, who was involved in almost everything that went wrong at the school when he was there. Not to mention, Minerva had once turned a blind-eye to a Slytherin and a Hufflepuff breaking a hundred school rules just so they could see each other without her pure-blood family knowing. So, she knew she would have to keep an eye out for the boy, who no doubt had his own knack for mischief.

Minerva sat at the Head of the Great Hall, watching as Professor Flitwick escorted the new first years towards the front to be sorted, and she saw Teddy walking among them, and it was as if she had been transported back forty years, for from a distance he looked the very image of his father. She would admit that she thought Dumbledore had gone mad when he had told her that he was allowing a werewolf to enroll at Hogwarts, but when she first called 11-year-old Remus Lupin to be sorted, he was the complete opposite of what she had expected. She was not a prejudiced woman, and did not stereotype, but she was shocked to see the dark creature Dumbledore had allowed to enroll was a frail and clearly shy boy, who looked equally shocked and happy to be sorted into the House of Godric Gryffindor. He was a wonderful boy who became a wonderful man, and as Professor Flitwick called the name 'Lupin, Edward' to be sorted, she knew his son would also grow to be a wonderful man, and would be a credit to his parents.

She would admit to herself that she hoped he would be placed into Gryffindor, but as Headmistress rather than Head of Gryffindor House, she had to remain impartial, but it was clear from the outset that despite showing some of the qualities associated with her old House, he was truly a Hufflepuff like his mother.

He settled into life at Hogwarts quickly, making friends with students from all four Houses and showing early signs of intelligence in several of his classes. A month or so after his arrival, she invited him to her office one afternoon. Really, she should not have invited him because she cannot be seen to be having favourites, but she had always been extremely fond of Remus (and Nymphadora of course) and she wanted to speak with Teddy, to find out how he was really getting on after his first month.

Obviously Teddy was familiar with Minerva, but that did not stop him from looking terrified as he entered her office, clearly thinking he had been summoned to the Headmistress' office to be told off.

"Ah, Teddy, you are here. Please, sit down," she said with a smile, gesturing at the seat in front of her desk. "Would you like some tea?"

He relaxed when she asked the question, now realising that he was not in trouble, and he had a sort of sheepish smile on his face.

"Erm, thank you, Professor, but I do not like tea."

"Coffee then? Or hot chocolate?" she asked, and his face split into a huge grin at the mention of hot chocolate.

"Oh, I would love hot chocolate, Professor."

"Ah," another voice said, startling Teddy as his head whipped around to see the portrait of Albus Dumbledore, "finally Edward Lupin has come to Hogwarts. I have been looking forward to meeting you."

Teddy seemed shocked, almost starstruck as Dumbledore continued to speak to him, and then a second portrait, the one beside Dumbledore's spoke up too.

"Oh dear, Lupin spawn," the voice of Severus Snape drawled, sarcasm dripping in his voice. "I have seven years of this to look forward to do I?"

"Oh, do ignore him, Teddy, he is only joking with you," Minerva assured him, and Teddy spent the next hour in her office, and Minerva found him to be a delightful young boy.

He progressed through school rather well. He attended all of his lessons, and his teachers had nothing but good things to say about him. He was well-mannered, polite and was well liked by students and teachers alike. Of course, he was sent to her office a few times for some of the pranks he had pulled, often for imitating teachers. But it was not until his third year that he was sent to her office for something other than a harmless prank.

Professor Lyons, the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher for nearly six years now, had sent him to her office for what he described as uncharacteristically rude and argumentative behaviour on Teddy's part. Lyons expressed his concern, as he had not had an issue with the boy before, but felt that his behaviour in the class warranted a conversation with the Headmistress. And then she understood why there had been an issue. Professor Lyons mentioned that the topic of the lesson had been a rather difficult one: werewolves.

So, Teddy was now sitting before her, a mix of anger and shame on his face and after three minutes he was yet to say a word, so she decided to take the lead.

"I understand that this is a difficult subject for you, but it is a part of the curriculum and therefore the topic of werewolves must be covered. We worked hard with the Ministry after the war to ensure that the curriculum was fact based and showed no signs of prejudice, so as long as Professor Lyons was not showing any sign of prejudice against-"

"He was teaching the class how to kill werewolves!" Teddy interrupted, shouting, though he immediately looked sheepish for raising his voice to the Headmistress.

"Was he?" she asked, a skeptical look on her face, for she knew exactly what Professor Lyons' lesson entailed, "Or was he instructing the class on how to defend themselves should they fall under attack by a werewolf on a full moon?"

"What's the difference?"

"Was he encouraging the class to find werewolves and kill them, or was he teaching them self-defence in case the need to use it ever arose?"

"I'm sorry, Professor. It's...it's just a sore subject. I know he didn't mean it like that. I guess I just lost my temper," Teddy admitted, sullenly, and no longer meeting her eye. It was as if he was disappointed in himself after his little outburst.

"I understand that," she replied, having sympathy for him. She moved from behind her desk to sit on a chair beside him, offering him a biscuit which he took gratefully. "I had a lot of respect for your father, and how he managed to create a life for himself in spite of all the obstacles he faced, and he was all the proof a person needed that just because society labels something as evil, it doesn't mean they are. But, werewolves without wolfsbane on a full moon are dangerous for people to encounter, your father knew that better than anyone which is why he always took extra precautions to make sure he couldn't hurt anyone. And as the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, it is the job of Professor Lyons to ensure that his students are prepared to face any dangers that could possibly await them."

"I know, Professor, and I'm sorry for how I acted. I will apologise to Professor Lyons," Teddy said, his head still hung in what appeared to be shame.

"Your father had to take the same lesson when he was your age, during a time where he would've faced much more prejudice than werewolves face now. The teacher told the class that werewolves were no better than animals, and should even be killed in human form."

"That's outrageous!" Teddy shouted, almost leaping from his seat. And in his eyes, she could see the ever famous Black temper that she had seen countless times in his grandmother's cousin, Sirius.

"I very much agree with you there. As did James Potter, who immediately after the lesson had finished, stormed into my office, ranting about how awful the teacher was and how he needed sacking."

"And he was right to do so. They are human too."

"They certainly are. Your very existence is proof of that," Minerva replied, a small smile on her face, and Teddy smiled back at her. She marvelled at this boy, now transitioning through adolescence, and she was very fond of him and his good heart.

Teddy continued to work hard at school, though he continued with pranks and caused a bit of trouble, but it was harmless. He was never rude to staff or other students (other than the one time he punched a fellow fifth-year for calling him the son of a filthy beast. Teddy knew better than anyone what his parents had sacrificed, and he didn't let anyone bad-mouth them. He was incredibly defensive of those he loved, a trait Minerva admired in him, even if she did not agree with him punching students for their ill words).

It was no surprise to her when Professor Sprout named Teddy as the Hufflepuff Prefect in his fifth year, and he sailed through his OWLs with minimal difficulty, achieving all the top grades he needed to qualify for the NEWT classes he wished to take. And when he finished his sixth year, Minerva had no hesitation in naming the young man Head Boy. His behaviour was (almost) exemplary, he was one of the top in his class, he was a hard worker and had all the qualities that she looked for in a student to be Head Boy. He was admired by students and teachers alike, and was a student she wanted others to see as a role model.

Even in his final year, whilst she never regretted her decision to give him the title of Head Boy, he tested her patience slightly with some mischievous behaviour, and it certainly didn't help that a certain son of Harry Potter was now in his first year. She would never forget the first time she had both Edward Remus Lupin and James Sirius Potter stood before her, ready for their detention after getting into trouble. So far, James had managed a large handful of detentions with her in the short period since his arrival, but she had never dealt with the two of them together.

"A Potter and a Lupin in my office after making trouble. I never thought I'd see the day again. I must have gone back in time to the 1970s. Now all we need is a Black to walk in and then I will be convinced I am no longer in the 21st century."

"Erm, well, Professor," Teddy began, a hint of a laugh in his voice, "I'm sort of a Black, so I guess that could count. But I guess with my diluted bloodline of a Muggleborn grandfather, a muggle grandmother and a werewolf father, I'm not sure I would."

She glared at him, silencing him, for it was not the time for a joke, though she could not help but smile slightly. In that moment, it was Sirius Black he resembled the most, for he had often mocked his family's beliefs in front of her.

"Now, Edward, you are Head Boy and you know I expect better of you." Teddy did bow his head slightly, in shame, and she turned to James, "and as for you, young man, I have had enough James', Sirius' and Potter's trouble to last me a lifetime."

"Sorry, Professor," James said, sounding not at all sorry, and she knew the next seven years would be a whirlwind with this child..

She dismissed James, but kept Teddy behind to have an extra word with him.

"As Headmistress of this school it is my duty to ensure that it's students behave, and that is why I must ask you not to give James Potter the map when you leave," she said, not quite sounding stern, and not quite meaning the words, but at least she had said them, even if she wouldn't enforce them.

"You know about the map?" Teddy asked, his voice high with surprise.

"Honestly, who do you take me for? I have known about that map since it was in the hands of its original owners."

"Well," Teddy replied, a smirk on his face, "I'm afraid I shouldn't make promises I can't keep, Professor."

"Hmm," she said, smiling, letting him know his little cheeky backtalk was fine. "Now, off with you. Your detention is tomorrow. Do not be late."

Less than twelve months later, it was Minerva's pleasure to welcome the Head Boy to the front of the Hall as he made his speech as his year graduated Hogwarts. She would admit that she shed a tear listening to his speech, and beamed with pride as Teddy publicly thanked her for her support and teachings during his time at the school.

She would never say that she and Teddy had anything other than a teacher-student relationship. He never saw her as a mother figure, and she never saw him as a son. But she wouldn't hesitate to admit that he was one of her favourite students, and one whom she delighted when they met at Hogsmeade for a cup of coffee, updating her on his progress as a trainee, and later qualified Auror, after he had left. And she was equally shocked and delighted when Teddy, now in his thirties and Victoire Weasley at his side, met her for tea in Hogsmeade one afternoon and in his arms was a small bundle, barely a week old, whom he introduced as Isabelle Minerva Lupin.

Her heart burst with pride, knowing that she had made such an impact on his life that he would do her the honour of naming his daughter after her, and she did not have a dry eye for the entire hour they were at Madam Puddifoot's. Whenever she saw him, Minerva marvelled in how a boy with a tragic backstory had become a wonderful young man.

There was chapter 2. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I do feel like a lot of this chapter was sort of McGonagall reflecting on Remus as she watched Teddy grow up at school, but as I mentioned in the intro, I believe she would've kept an extra eye out for Teddy because of his father, and because she felt sorry for him, being an orphan of two people she knew well, but they wouldn't have been extremely close.

But I feel Teddy would've had immense amounts of respect for her, and when he graduated, he would've kept in contact. And I headcanon that if Remus/Tonks survived and they had a daughter, they would've used Minerva as a middle name, but the idea of Teddy using Minerva as a middle name, especially since Tonks hated her name so he wouldn't name his daughter after his mother, just fitted and made sense.

The next chapter will be a long one, and it will focus on Harry. If anyone has any headcanons about Harry's (or any other characters) relationships with Teddy and would like me to write it into a fic (with credit of course) please feel free to let me know.

Thank you so much for reading once again, I would love to hear any kind of feedback from you all.