I am now off of school! Hopefully I will be able to update more often, but I suppose it all depends on how fast the stories develop in my head. I hope this chapter is good, as it is a bit of filler. I know there is not much Tonks so far and absolutely no Remus, but I would love to hear what everyone thinks of Tonks so far. I would also love to hear any thoughts on Teddy. I don't want to write him as too young-sounding, but I don't want to make him out to be some kind of kid genius. I hope I found the right balance. On with the story!

They say that if you believe, you will get your wish. I wish I owned Harry Potter. I wish I owned Harry Potter. Nope. Didn't work.


Two weeks had passed and Teddy still didn't know how to find his father. He ruled out sending him an owl because then his mother would probably find out. He couldn't floo or take the Knight Bus because he didn't know where his father lived and asking would surely give it away. He would have to do something sneaky. He was the son of the head of the Auror department; surely he could think of something!

He decided the best strategy would be to wheedle war stories out of his relatives. Maybe it could give him clues about what his father was doing now. He shuffled through his Grandma Molly's mail occasionally to see if he still wrote her. He never found anything.

His first opportunity came one morning at breakfast. "I am going to have to leave for work this weekend," his Mum said as she put his bowl of cereal in front of him, "There is a defense conference in Paris that Harry and I need to go to. We should only be gone a few days. Aunt Ginny said that you can stay with her, if you like."

Teddy thought this was brilliant! All of his relatives were usually willing to share stories, but his Aunt Ginny was particularly good about it. Teddy suspected it had to be with being a writer. She always told him stories about the fun times of the Order of the Phoenix, and avoided the sad times. She said that would wait until his mother told him when he was older. She was close to Teddy's Mum, and was in his father's class her second year. Between Order stories and Hogwarts, she was a goldmine of information. "That's good," Teddy smiled, "How long will you be gone?"

Tonks smiled and kissed him on the top of his head. "Not long," she said, "I will be back on Sunday night and Kingsley gave me Monday off to make up for taking away weekend time with my little buddy."

"It is okay, Mum. I will be fine with Aunt Ginny."

"I know you will be. You don't need your old Mum around all the time. You'll be going off to Hogwarts soon," she said wistfully. Teddy noticed her smile was a little sadder, and he knew that she would miss him—not that she would ever tell him that, of course. "It is some of the greatest times of your life. I'm so excited for you."

Teddy nodded. Hopefully a few other exciting things would happen before then.

That weekend his Mum dropped him off with his Aunt Ginny. She hugged him tight and then straightened up, wobbling a bit on her high-heeled shoes that she only wore for conferences. "Don't give your Aunt Ginny any trouble," she admonished, "Play nice with James and make sure you don't leave Al and Lily out. No roughhousing with the little ones."

"I know, Mum."

"I love you, sweetie. I will see you Sunday."

"I love you, too, Mum." She kissed him on the head and turned to join Harry, who was saying goodbye to his family. They walked out the door and a moment later Teddy heard the crack of Disapparation. Now it was time to begin.

He decided to make his move that night while Aunt Ginny was cooking. He would normally sit at the counter and watch her and sometimes he even helped. Unfortunately, he had inherited his Mum's clumsiness, so Ginny had to be careful to avoid cooking accidents. "Aunt Ginny?" he asked in the most innocent voice he could manage, "Will you tell me a story?"

She paused in chopping the vegetables and turned to him, "What sort of story?"

"A story about my Mum in the Order," he demanded, knowing that most of the time stories with his Mum in some way involved his father.

She thought about it for a moment, and then smiled. That usually meant she had thought of a good one. "Have I ever told you the one about the Advance Guard?" Teddy shook his head. "Brilliant! Well, this happened the summer after Voldemort came back. I was fourteen at the time and your Mum was twenty-one; she had just joined the Order a couple months before. Anyway, Harry was at his aunt and uncle's house and got into a bit of trouble with some dementors. That is another story for another day. The Ministry was angry, so the Order had to go get him and bring him back to headquarters. They had to get his aunt, uncle, and cousin out of the way before they could get him. Your Mum had the idea to invite them to a made up ceremony to accept the 'All England Best-Kept Suburban Lawn' or something like that. They fell for it so a group, including your parents and Kingsley went to go get him…"

After that, Teddy sort of tuned her out. Her voice faded to a hum in the background with the steady rhythm of her knife chopping. That was exactly what he needed. The key wasn't finding his father; it was getting his father to find him. His father wouldn't know to tell his Mum, because he would think he was meeting a… writer working on a book about the war. Yes. That was it. He was pretty sure his father had interviewed for a couple books, and had even written a few himself. Teddy could even morph to be an adult until he could tell his father.

Then came the difficult part. How would he get away from his Mum? He would think about that later. Now he needed to get to his Aunt Ginny's special quill, the one that did spellchecking and wrote whatever she told it to. Then he would need to find an owl…

"Teddy? Are you listening to me?" his Aunt Ginny asked, pulling him out of his planning.

"Sorry, I think I missed the last part."

"I see you thought my story was entertaining!"

"I'm sorry." He pulled up his innocent face again. It made her melt, just like he knew it would. "Could you please keep going?"

She smiled at him and continued the story. She doesn't suspect a thing, he thought gleefully, then turned his attention back to the story so he didn't get caught not paying attention again. At this point in the story, his Mum and his father were flying with Harry and the Advance Guard over Muggle London. "Was he good at flying?" he asked curiously. He often wondered what he and his father would have done together. Would they have played Quidditch?

"He was a pretty good flyer. He didn't like it too much because he was usually pretty sore from the moon and such, but we could occasionally convince him to play a match or two with us. For travel he preferred flooing. Your Mum on the other hand, loved to fly. She may be the clumsiest person to ever walk the earth, but she is a very graceful flyer." Teddy smiled at that. "Why don't you tell the kids dinner is almost ready? Merlin knows it will take at least fifteen minutes for them to stop what they are doing and wash up." Teddy hopped down from the barstool and did as he was told. He now had a plan, now all he had to do was put it into action.

That night, after the rest of the house was asleep; Teddy crept out of the room he was sharing with James and into the office down the hall. He quietly rummaged in the desk drawer until he found it. He placed it on the paper, and let it float at the ready, just as he had seen his Aunt Ginny do on numerous occasions. He realized he didn't know exactly what he wanted to say. He cleared his throat nervously, and the quill turned to him in what could only be called expectation, but he wasn't entirely sure if a quill could be expectant. Teddy began nervously, thinking of the business letters his mother dictated to her quill.

Dear Mr. R.J. Lupin,

I hope this letter finds you well.

There. That sounded professional and grown-up. What next?

I am doing research on the activities of the Order of the Phoenix during the first and second wars against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and would like to hear about your experiences as a member. Would you please meet me at the Leaky Cauldron on Friday at twelve noon so we can discuss your involvement and your thoughts?

Sincerely,

John Wolfe

It sounded suspiciously like a letter from a reporter that his mother had gotten. The reporter had wanted her comment on rumors about his Mum loving the Minister. His Mum had thrown in it the trash, calling it all rubbish. He hoped it wasn't the letter that was rubbish, because he really wanted his father to not throw it in the trash. He hoped more than anything that come Friday, he would meet his father for the first time. But first, he needed to find an owl. The Potters had an owl; he just needed to find out where he was.

He found Artemis in the attic, ruffling her golden feathers. Teddy approached her carefully and offered her an owl treat from the box. She hopped over to him eagerly and nipped at him until he gave her the treat. Teddy offered her the letter and she clamped it in her beak. "Artemis," Teddy said quietly, "This is very important. I need you to bring this letter to Remus Lupin. I don't know where he is, but I really need you to find him. Can you do that?" Artemis gave him a disdainful look, as if his words had deeply insulted her. With a proud little hoot she spread her wings and swooped out of the window. Now all Teddy could do was wait.


So, there it is. Please please please REVIEW! Any reviewers will get an imaginary home-cooked dinner courtesy of Ginny Potter. Complete with dessert.