Aki- Here is the next chapter....yup... like I said, Teddy Remus Lupin this time. (also, I totally ship TeddyxVictoire as you will see)

1

Teddy likes to run. It's a strange sort of addiction that started with the childish glee of tag and avoiding baths, but developed into a passion, an outlet. By the time he got to Hogwarts he loved to run just for the sake of running. At home he runs along the paved sidewalks and at Hogwarts on the grassy lands around the lake. He loves the feeling of pushing himself, the burn in his legs, the swift but steady pounding of his heart in his chest, the feeling of air going in and out of his lungs.

He is fast too, faster than any of his friends through his whole life. He didn't know it, but if he had been a Muggle he could've been great athlete, but running was rather profitless when sports for wizards was always on brooms. It might have been better for Teddy, although again he didn't know, because his love for running never got diminished or tainted by intense competition.

However, it was tainted, whenever he stopped to thinks about it…wondering whether he is running to something or running away from it.

2

Teddy couldn't remember a time he didn't know his father had been a werewolf. It had never been something anyone tried to hide from him. Harry was particularly sure to make sure his godson knew the truth and that it was nothing to bed ashamed of within a wizarding world that said otherwise.

Of course, it took Teddy much longer to completely comprehend the implications of lycanthropy. It was why he stared at the full moon when it came every month, falling asleep leaning on window ledges, and waking up the next morning to see if he felt any different.

3

"I love you," he whispers into her hair one evening they sit under the starlight against a tree trunk outside of Shell Cottage. It's not the first time he said it, and it wouldn't be the last, but it was an important time. Because tomorrow she is going back to Hogwarts and he is not. He is seventeen now, of age, and the world seems open to him, yet full of many things—overwhelming, some kind and many cruel. And all he wants is something to hold onto.

"I love you too," Victoire replies and he snuggles her closer, arms around her waist. "Promise to come see me off at the station tomorrow."

"I promise." And he wouldn't break it for the world.

4

Everyone makes fun of Hufflepuffs. A lot of duffers… a rather dumb house in general… not many great people come from that house… Teddy doesn't know how accurate these statements are. Frankly, he doesn't believe them, and is a rather proud Hufflepuff following in his mother's footsteps. Sure Hufflepuff is not known for courage or intelligence or cunning. It is not particularly grandiose and high brow, it does not really possess the self importance that the other houses seem to hold, but Teddy just wonders what's so wrong with the house of hard work, tolerance, loyalty, and fair play.

5

Teddy has tattoos. The same dates that are on his parents graves are across his left wrist in spindly black letters. He has a wolf right shoulder blade, a reminder and a way to same he is not ashamed. He has his girlfriend's name on his opposite forearm, something he hasn't shown her yet but he is sure she will slap him upside the head for. They are Muggle tattoos, not magic ones, and they stay visible on his skin even when he changes his appearance. He had this done on purpose. He likes the stability of this one thing.

5.5

He lives in a world in which he can change everything about himself…where he can make his hair whatever color, his nose whatever shape, his eyes so far apart on his face. He finds a look that he mostly satisfied most of the time: hair turquoise in homage to his mum's less than conventional hair choices and eyes a soft shade of brown he saw of his dad in a photograph, a shade much lighter than his natural dark ones. He mostly never changes his, but he sometimes wonders what he actually looks like and if he could find it again if he dared try. He knows he could look like anyone, be anyone, and he like having some marks, tattoos, on his body that forever tell him who he is and what is important.

6

The whole of the professions of the magical world were opened up to Teddy Lupin, being Harry Potter's godson. He has options his father never had and his mother had to earn. Harry or Hermione or any of the many Weasleys would be willing to take him under their wings and pull some strings to get him started. He appreciates it, but he finds himself applying somewhere none of his pseudo – relatives work, St. Mungo's. And it really is not so that he can prove himself without their leg up, no, it is not that at all. All Teddy wants is to help people; he thinks it's in his blood.

7

Silently, Teddy considers Harry like a father to him. He tells no one this, but he is not embarrassed by it. He is sure if expressed this sentiment to Harry, he will take it with an embarrassed humility. However, he never does share it, because when he sees Harry with his children, and Ron sometimes too, or Charlie with Victoire…he knew what he shares with Harry wasn't the same…and that he is still fatherless.

8

Gran is a pretty good grandmother, although he has no real comparisons expect Mrs. Weasley the eldest, who is pretty crazy by anyone's standards, but a good crazy, he decides. He loves his gran…although she is kind of strict, however, she is already broken in by one kid, so she picks her battles: table manners and saying 'please' and 'thank you' and how to be polite when meeting someone new and respect for elders. She is a bit over protective and possessive of him sometimes, though, but he excuses it. He is the only family she has left. Sometimes she is very doting, ready to buy him gifts, give him hugs, ask him questions about all his recent ventures at Hogwarts or at the Potters, spend all her time with him. Other times she is aloof and distant, not cold or unreliable, but walking around in a sad haze of the memory of what she has lost. Losing a spouse and losing a child are supposed to be the two hardest things for a person to deal with and Gran is dealing with both. He just wishes Gran could find a happy medium, because the flipping personalities really confuse him all time.

9

The time came when Molly Weasley stopped making her tradition Christmas sweaters for her children, but rather exclusively for her grandchildren, after the first few were born. Teddy almost cried when he opened a package to find a yellow sweater with a black "T" knitted into the front one Christmas morning, because he knew what it meant.

10

He doesn't know what sort of solace he gets from visiting the place, but he finds himself, at age sixteen, seventeen, and on, visiting his parents graves pretty regularly. Of course, he went there as a child, on the anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts, with his Gran, to visit them, and grandpa Ted too. Teddy is more interested with his parents now, as young adult, then he was as a child. He knew he was missing something, but he had Gran and Harry and a good deal of the Weasleys that were like unofficial cousins and aunts and uncles to him. But now he knows how the world is supposed to work, and how cruel it was for him, and for Harry, and for other kids all around, who don't get their parents, or maybe get stuck with pretty crappy ones. So he stands there at their headstones and demands of them of why they couldn't, why they hadn't, stayed and then feels guilty afterwords and apologizes to know one. And somehow, then, in those moments he feels the satisfied than he does in any other.

I think I was a bit inconsistent with tenses here...but....heh...I was being creative.... (excuses, excuses)

Next time should be Scorpius Malfoy

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