AN; So you will probably be able to tell that i was incredibly upset whilst writing this chapter, so, unfortunately my characters suffered and i have changed the direction of the story sooner than i thought.. so it may not flow particularly well either. but i hope thats not too much of an issue right now. i'm sorry for the shortness also, but hey, i was pissed off and needed to write some violence and fear :)

enjoy!

Letting go had not been easy for Teddy. Every time he saw her, every time he was required to go to the Potter house or the Burrow even every time he was slept, he was reminded of her, of her beauty, of her pain. He hated himself for it. He hated himself for hurting her. he hated himself more for sleeping beside Victoire every night, praying that when he opened his eyes he would see Lily. It was this reason that he was incredibly happy for the break when it came to the full moon. He was not like his father at the full moon, Teddy generally looked on the bright side when it came to his transformations. He would be able to sleep outdoors, look at the stars, go running and play around with some birds. In fact, when Teddy transformed, he was more like a dog than an actual wolf thanks to the modified version of the wolfsbane potion which not only allowed you to keep your human mind but also made you less dangerous to others by making both your teeth and claws less sharp, making your disposition like a soft playful puppy.

Bowtruckles, he had quickly found out, were has favourite thing to play with whilst he had transformed. He would chase them around the trees, plucking them from the branches and taking them in his jaws to shake a little, much like a puppy with it's toy or a fluffy pillow. He never hurt the creatures though, even when they clawed at his eyes once released from his bind. He simply just playfully snapped at them, allowing them to run a few feet ahead before catching them again. This particular bowtruckle, however, did not seem to get his game and continued to claw at his snout, it's long fingernails not breaking the skin but still making impact enough to make him sneeze multiple times. He shook his head, trying to make it go away before running off away from it, not thankful for its pursuit.

Once far enough away Teddy found himself next to a babbling brook, whining contently he laid down facing it, watching the current rush over the random rocks and dirt, listening to the soft tinkle of the stream.

Snap.

Teddy's head shot up as he heard the unmistakeable sound of a twig snapping. And it was close. Standing back up on all fours he looked around, searchingly, keeping all his heightened senses about him. The air was damp with the brook but there was a faint coppery smell in the air that Teddy recognised immediately from the few time he had managed to hurt himself during his transformations. Blood. Another twig snapping behind him caused his head to whip around again. He held back a whimper of fear when he smelt more blood, closer this time. The air was so still he didn't dare move in fear that if he did, the tension would be sliced and he would be attacked as he came face to face with not one but six wolves. All of which looked incredibly cannibalistic with their teeth and claws dripping red and their eyes bloodshot and deadly.

Backing away slightly he was surprised to find that there were several more wolves behind him. His blood ran cold at the realisation that hit him like a ton of bricks. He had run straight into a pack of werewolves. And they knew he was alone. They would be able to sense his fear. Teddy could tell, just by looking at them that they were feral wolves, nt under the influence of any potion to make their transformations easier. No, these were the kind who went around trying to contaminate others, to get them to join their pack. Just like Greyback did when he was alive.

Fear flooded through Teddy as they began to circle him, not leaving him any room for escape. A tiny whimper tore from his mouth and he could have sworn the saw the, obvious, leader smirk before lunging at him. Pinned to the floor with no hope of escape Teddy began to whimper and cry as the weight of the much larger wolf crushed him, a howl ripping from the larger wolfs mouth causing those around him to move in further and advance on the younger wolf. Feeling dread infiltrate every fibre of his being Teddy closed his eyes, moving his head to the side and awaiting his fate. His last though as multiple sets of teeth sunk into his flesh, pulling screaming howls from his throat, was Lily.

Her scent filled his nostrils, her red hair filling his vision, the memory of her soft tough drowning out the sharp jabs of pain from the other wolves' jaws. His vision swam, blackness invading it as he prayed the sun would come up soon. Or that death would take him. Either way, he wished to be away from them. He wished to be with Lily, sitting on her couch, her head resting on his chest with his arms wrapped around her small frame. Lily. His Lily. Fuck Lysander, fuck Victoire. She was his, and she always would be. To have and to hold until death do them part. If the wolves didn't finish him off first that is.

Welcoming the blackness taking over his vision Teddy closed his eyes and went limp, thinking only of the red headed beauty somewhere far away in her tiny apartment with Lysander's arms wrapped around her. Except, in his vision it wasn't Lysander's arms. They were his arms his own scarred yet incredibly tanned arms. He could imagine his hair turning the same shade as Lily's to show his contentment at being with a girl he loved, he could see her head snuggling up close to his chest, her ear resting above his racing heartbeat, lulling her to sleep as he hummed a lullaby, his breath softly tickling her ear when he whispered 'I love you' in her ear, a wide grin breaking out on her face as she returned the sentiment. Heaven. That's where he wanted to be when he died. In Lily's arms, happy for the first time in years.

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