Sorry this took so long! For some reason, I could not decide how I wanted to start it. I actually started it three different ways total. I hope this was worth the wait. Yes, we do see a bit of Remus in this chapter, and more importantly, so does Teddy!

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I don't really think I need to say that I did not write Harry Potter. If I did, we would STILL be waiting on the fifth book.


Before Teddy was ready for it, Friday came. Meeting his father seemed like such a good idea at the time. As the day approached, however, the nerves began to settle in like a rock in the pit of his stomach. He had no idea what he was going to say or even how he was going to get to the Leaky Cauldron. Then there was the worst question of all: What if his father did not want to meet him? What if he didn't like him? Surely he should harbor some fatherly affection for him? Whether or not he was ready, Friday was there.

Luckily, it was nearing time Uncle George and Aunt Angelina to watch him at the joke shop. That put him in Diagon Ally, but he had to escape from right under the noses of two adults well versed in trickery and his two cousins. He could only hope that they store would be busy and he could morph into an adult and sneak away without catching anyone's notice.

His mum was only somewhat suspicious when he begged to go see Uncle George on Friday. No doubt he would have to submit to a thorough search for contraband pranking supplies when he got home, but she let him go anyway.

Like most mornings, his mother was a whirlwind of energy. Toast was in the toaster and an iron was working on a fresh set of Auror robes. Teddy's clothes for the day had already been ironed and were laying on the sofa. His mum was seated at the table lazily orchestrating it all with her wand while gnawing on a piece of toast and dictating to her quill. She was already dressed and morphed for the day. "Teddy! You need to hurry up or we will be late!" she called, and then looked up to see him at the bottom step, "There is my little man," she smiled and waved his toast over onto a plate. She laughed at his grimace at the childish nickname. She got up to pour him a glass of juice and top off her tea cup. She may be much improved in her household spells, but she still refused to levitate liquids.

"You look tired," she observed, "Didn't you sleep well? You look like you could use a whole pint of pepper-up potion." She was still smiling, but couldn't quite mask her concern.

Teddy panicked. He couldn't tell her he was nervous about meeting his father, because she couldn't know about any of it. He couldn't lie, because she always knew when she did. He realized that is mum was still looking at him expectantly. "I... I had trouble falling asleep," be stammered quickly.

His mum stared at him suspiciously and he knew he did not fool her. He tried not to squirm under her gaze. Her eyes were an unsettling and vaguely familiar electric blue color that seemed to be able to peer straight into him. "You have been acting strangely jumpy lately," she said, "Are you sure there is nothing you want to tell me? You know you can tell me anything."

Her eyes turned a warm liquid brown that reminded him of a puppy's. She was laying on the guilt thick. Teddy fought the urge to spill his guts-and his breakfast. "Nothing is wrong," he tried to assure her. Her eyes shifted back to normal and the suspicious gaze returned, but she thankfully let it go.

"Well, eat up and put those clothes on. George and Angelina will be waiting for you. I am sure Fred and Roxanne have a whole day of mischief planned out so you need to perk up."

After Teddy was dressed and his mum had gathered the paperwork that had previously been scattered across the kitchen table into a haphazard stack and threw it into her briefcase, they left through the floo. As always, he and his mum both stumbled over the grate on their way out of the fireplace, alerting the house to their arrival.

"You need to stop sneaking in so quietly," George said, "You are going to frighten us one day if you carry on this way."

"Wotcher, George. Where are Angelina and the kids?"

"They are downstairs in the shop. They decided to get a headstart on us this morning and fed the cat canary creams while we were still asleep. Angelina is supervising them while they restock the shelves as their punishment—her idea. I thought it was brilliant, half cat, half canary. Unfortunately the poor dear started to try to gnaw on itself. Angelina was not happy."

"I take it you and the cat are not getting on any better."

"I keep telling myself it has to start mellowing out with age, but it still looks at me the same way it did when she moved in. Mittens is such a sweet name, too. Shall I call them up to say hello?"

"No, I am running late as it is. I will just have to see them when I pick Teddy up this afternoon." She kissed Teddy's forehead and ruffled his hair, "Have fun, but don't get into too much trouble. I will see you later. Thanks, George." With that, she flooed out of the living room in a rush of green flame. For a moment, Teddy wished he has told her about his plans, but he knew it was better this way.

"So," George said, clapping his hands together in false enthusiasm, "Want to help me force-feed a cat the Canary Cream antidote?"

If Teddy was nervous or jumpy, no one else noticed. The shop was filled with customers to keep Uncle George and Aunt Angelina busy, and Fred and Roxanne were on a mission to get back on their mother for making them restock the shelves. It was easy for him to sneak away from the shop floor and into Uncle George's room. He pulled on one of his uncle's more low-key outfits and morphed his body to fit. He had been practicing this morph all week, but he was still unsteady walking on the longer legs. Uncle George was taller and lankier than planned. He had also practiced a gruffer voice, but had decided to swipe a potion from downstairs that could make a child sound like an adult. He chugged it quickly; it tasted lemony. He tested it out. "Hello, Mr. Lupin. I am John Wolfe." His voice startled him. It was deeper and huskier, but still his in a peculiar way. He checked his reflection in the mirror and flooed to the Leaky Cauldron before he lost his nerve.

He stumbled out onto the hearth rug and walked to the bar. He felt as if something roughly the size of Mittens was fighting inside his stomach like the old cat had when George made it take the antidote. Mrs. Longbottom was wiping down the glasses and lining them up in an orderly row. She looked up when she saw Teddy approach. "Can I help you?" she asked brightly.

"Er… yes," he said with his new, grown-up voice, "I am meeting Remus Lupin. Could you tell him I'm here when he arrives?"

"No need," she said, pointing across the crowded pub to where Mr. Longbottom was talking to an older man with scars and greying hair. His heart started pounding so hard that Teddy feared everyone in the room could hear. He barely noticed Mrs. Longbottom continue on, unfazed by his inattention. "Yes, well I suppose you had best go and see him. Nice meeting you Mr…?"

"Wolfe," he said and turned to approach the table where his father was talking to Mr. Longbottom. His father stood when he looked up and saw him walking towards them. "Mr. Wolfe?" he asked cautiously. His voice was shockingly similar to Teddy's grown up voice.

Teddy nodded, "You must be Mr. Lupin."

His father nodded, but it was Mr. Longbottom that spoke. "Well, I will leave you two to it. It was good seeing you Remus," he turned to Teddy, "He was my teacher you know; the best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher we ever had. That family he tutors for is lucky to have him, even if he is wasted there. I wish he would take the position in Hogwarts and be my coworker. I want him to teach my children."

"You know that would be inappropriate with the situation being what it is," his father interrupted mysteriously.

"Well, you know all of our opinions on the situation," Mr. Longbottom said gruffly, then bid them goodbye.

"Take a seat," his father said. Only then did Teddy realize he was just standing there staring dumbly at his father. He hurriedly fell into the chair.

"So, er, Mr. Lupin…"

"Call me Remus."

"Fine, Remus," he said, but couldn't think of anything to say after that. He was so worried about actually meeting his father that he hadn't put much thought into what he was going to say when he did.

"You had some questions for me…?" His father edged.

Teddy blurted out the only question he could think of. "Why did you leave your wife when she was going to have a baby?" He felt horribly small and vulnerable when he asked it, and his voice felt weak.

His father visibly paled, throwing his scars into sharper relief. "I… I'm sorry that is a bit private. I don't talk about it and I don't see how it could possibly be beneficial to your book."

Just as he said this two silver balls of light flew into the pub and materialized into a glowing monkeys, one in front of his father and one in front of Mr. Longbottom. "Teddy has gone missing," it said with Uncle George's voice, "I have notified Tonks and she has sent out Aurors. The Order is asked to search for him as well. He was last seen in my shop. If you find him, send a Patronus." With that, the monkeys faded away. The patrons of the Leaky Cauldron stared at the place where they had been in a mixture of horror and amazement. Teddy's stomach dropped to his feet. He was busted, and would surely be grounded until he left for Hogwarts once his mum found him. He looked up at his father.

He had jumped up from his chair with his wand out. "My son," he said, "I need to find him." He began to walk away without so much as a goodbye to Teddy, but Teddy reached out and seized his hand. He turned to look at Teddy with panic-stricken eyes that soon widened in wonder. "Teddy?" he asked in disbelief.


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