It may sound like a cliche, but Toby found Hogwarts absolutely magical. His days were filled with learning and discovery, and even if most of them were confined in the classroom, he didn't mind. Teddy often complained that they were being tortured with the lessons, but Toby knew his friend was as excited as he was. Both boys did well in their classes, Toby with his bookishness and Teddy with sheer cheek.

During the second week of their stay, notices for Quidditch tryouts were posted. Many of the first years excitedly came to try for a position, even though they weren't really supposed to. Teddy said it was because Harry Potter made the team during his first year that many students in the years after wanted to get in.

"Of course," Teddy said, "No one has yet to meet the skills he had during his age. Even his wife wasn't that good when she was eleven, and she grew up playing Quidditch with her brothers."

The two were sitting high up in the pitch bleachers, watching as their house captain, Reagan McNamara, give instructions on how the tryouts were going. He started with the Beaters first, then the Chasers. He was trying out for the Keepers now, and after the Seeker tryouts, he'll announce whoever makes the team. There would be fourteen members all in all, seven for the main team, seven for the reserve (which, as often was the case, were needed given the sheer physical demands of the game).

Toby enjoyed talking about Quidditch with Teddy. His young friend was very knowlegable about the sport, almost as knowlegable as Stefano, who was the biggest Quidditch geek Toby knew. Though he really didn't play the sport much, Toby enjoyed it and had enough knowlege about it of his own.

"I'll probably try out for Keeper next year," Teddy said. "I'll practice as much as I could with my godfather over the summer. You trying out?" He asked Toby.

Toby shook his head. "I'm a fair player, but I'm not interested in playing the game. I'd much rather think of strategies for winning, maybe work as a non-playing assistant coach if McNamara and Madame Hooch would let me."

"Hmm, that's not a bad idea." Teddy thought his friend was rather good at analysing game strategies for someone who didn't really like to play the game. "Maybe this summer you could go with me and talk with Uncle Harry and Uncle Ron about that."

"Who?" Toby asked. In the two weeks he'd known Teddy, his friend talked a lot about his uncles and aunts, mostly in a casual, nonchalant way that Toby realized was purely Teddy.

"My uncles. Well, Harry's my godfather, and Ron's his best friend and brother-in-law. There's no blood relation between us but I grew up with them so I call them my uncles, and their family's my family," Teddy explained.

Toby felt confused. "Uh, ok. But what about your parents?"

Teddy gave him a surprised look. "I didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"I'm an orphan."

Toby's face fell. "Oh. Sorry, I didn't mean... Uh." He closed his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Teddy laughed at his friend's discomfort. "Nah, it's no big deal. It's not a secret either." He pursed his lips thoughtfully. "I though everyone knew."

Toby shook his head. "Not my business to pry, Teddy. If you don't want to talk about it, you don't have to."

"Nah. Seriously mate, I really thought you knew, especially after I said my name to you on the train and given how much of a bloody bookworm you are." Teddy threw him a grin.

"Really? Why so?" Toby quickly racked his brains for anything he read about a Teddy or a Lupin or a Theodore Remus Lu... he stopped short. "Your name is Theodore Remus Lupin?"

Teddy nodded, a bemused look crossing his face.

"That's one of the fallen heroes of the Second War, the one where the Dark Lord was defeated. Remus Lupin was a werewolf, who married Nymphadora Tonks, a Metamorphagus and they..." he stopped.

"Died," Teddy finished for him. "Yeah. They're my parents."

Neither boy didn't say anything for a few minutes, concentrating instead on the action on the pitch below. McNamara was screaming at two second years who both had bloody noses, and had to be restrained by his chosen Keeper, Cyrus Carrington, and one of the new Beaters, Hannah Delorean.

Teddy spoke up first. "I do wonder about my parents, and my uncles and grandmum have been great at telling me about them. I miss them in a way, but I've got a family, and my uncle Harry has been great. He was an orphan too, and he knows what it's like to be alone. Still, he didn't have the Weasleys until he turned eleven, and I've pretty much got them from the moment I was born, so it's good."

Toby's quick mind processed the information, noting the familiar names. "Weasleys?" He then turned to Teddy. "Holy Harpies! You mean to tell me your Uncle Harry is Harry Potter, and Uncle Ron is Ron Weasley?"

"Yeah," Teddy replied. He looked at Toby intently. "You really didn't know?"

His friend shook his head.

"You must be a tad mental," Teddy replied with a laugh. "And here I thought we were best mates."

"It's been only two weeks," Toby said grudgingly, though pleased that Teddy considered him his best mate already.

"True, but I figured I said enough and did enough for you to know. Besides, someone smart like you could've noted that from the start." Teddy said it matter-of-factly, so Toby wasn't insulted. He just shrugged.

"Doesn't matter, I suppose," he muttered.

"Yeah," Teddy replied.

"So can I still come over for the summer?"

"You bet. You'll be the first friend I have over. I'll owl Uncle Harry and tell him."

Toby couldn't hold back his grin. "Cool."

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Ok, not much to go on with this one. I'm going to have to start writing because I've run out of the stock stuff I have. I hope to get some reviews because, well, I just realised that even though I say I write mainly for me, I'd love to hear what you think. :)