Disclaimer: I, sadly, do not own Harry Potter.
Teddy glanced at his two best friends, inwardly sighing. It had only been 3 hours since they broke up, and the metamorphmagus could already feel the hot, sticky, awkward tension suffocating him.
Usually, when they got into a fight, both would wait for the other to blame the other one on whatever they were arguing about.
Of course, Orion would lose his patience first, snap, and then he and Arielle would start yelling at each other.
Then, days to weeks later, Orion would go apologize to Arielle, since he was the one who started the argument first, Arielle would apologize back, and everything would be back to usual.
As you can tell, this happened a lot.
Unfortunately, this fight seemed a bit different than their usual ones. Orion and Arielle were completely ignoring each other, as if the other was invisible. Usually, there was some bland words, cold acknowledgements. But now they were not even making eye contact with each other.
Teddy groaned, slamming his head onto the dinner table. "Teddy? Is everything okay?" Aria asked worriedly, checking his head with motherly instincts. Teddy was reminded of Mrs. Weasley, and felt a pang of homesickness.
"Fine," he grinned reassuringly. "Just a bit… tired." Sighing, he excused himself from the table, heading to the one familiar place with comfort.
The library. There's something about the smell of the warm, cozy wood, about the serene atmosphere of the room, about the musty, old pages, underneath his fingertips. Call him crazy, but the library is ideal idea of comfort. Besides, it's something he and his father both love.
A book caught his eye, and Teddy pulled out Hogwarts A History, nostalgia running through him. While he was boarding the Hogwarts train for the very first time, he was also reading Hogwarts A History, and quoted about how you couldn't Apparate in Hogwarts and some other facts, which sent Harry and Ron into hysterics, for some strange reason.
Cracking open the book, he skimmed through it, gratefully getting his mind off of all the crazy stuff.
"Hogwarts A History?" asked a quiet voice, who Teddy could tell had been standing behind him for a while. A grin spread on the metamorphmagus face as he turned.
"The one and only," Teddy tried to keep his emotions under control. This was happening a lot ever since he traveled back in time.
"You sort of bolted out of dinner," Remus slid into the chair across his son. "Everything okay?" Concern flickered in his caramel eyes.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Teddy shrugged. His dad was about to stand up, when the metamorphmagus spoke. "Contrary that. Everything's messed up. My two best friends can't even look at each other, I'm stuck in the past, and," he sighed, slumping in his chair.
Teddy felt a thin, warm, calloused, on top of his. Remus looked slightly uncomfortable, he wasn't used to comforting his future son.
The son's amber eyes' burned. "Thanks… Dad." The simple three letter word hung in the air. Panic filled Remus's face, and before Teddy knew it, the werewolf was gone.
Harry had told him that Remus was scared and didn't want him. Remus didn't want his son to go through the struggles of being a werewolf, or being burdened with a father who was a werewolf.
Teddy knew, but being rejected in real life, having his own father flee from him….
Teddy Remus Lupin sat here quietly, his heart shattering onto the cold, barren, floor.
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Poor Teddy :( . This is a lot shorter than my other chapters, so I'll probably add to this chapter. Hope you liked it!
