Title: The Blood In Their Veins
Author: smolder
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Angel the Series belongs to Joss Whedon and David Greenwalt. Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling.
A/N: These drabbles won't always be in strict chronological order.
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"But what are you going to do, Teddy?" she asked.

He ran his hand through his hair frustrated and hating to disappoint her. "I don't know GrAndy, I just – I don't know. They try to go over it with you a little bit in school, but I never really knew then either. It's just," he tried to explain, "unless you go into Quidditch, everything seems to be staying still. I get so twitchy staying in one place all of the time. Maybe it's the wolf in me?" he grinned trying to joke. His great aunt looked pained though and Teddy sighed. Some things that his friends could laugh about just didn't fall well with his guardian.

"Teddy," she said as if exasperated, "please do try to take this seriously. What do you like?" she tried. "What interests you?"

The first thing that popped in his head was V because she was the first thing that always came to his mind.

The image he had just seen two days ago of her on the front cover of the magazine she had plopped down unceremoniously on his lap. She had been wearing a green lace bra and pin-striped pants. Her hair stylishly messy, one hand on a cocked hip and the other in the air making a peace sign – a V with her fingers that became the title.

V for Viperidae. A V for her.

And it was totally her. He had looked up from the slow amused smirk the picture on the page was giving him to the matching one of his girlfriend at that exact moment. And he had been so proud - proud that she was working for the company she had always loved. Proud that they hadn't just tried to cover up her personality (or tried to make her a copy of her aunt), they had embraced it.

It didn't bother him that she was now basically a lingerie model - that loads of guys would be lusting over her. Because they had an understanding without words. One that resonated even more fully as the moon grew full. A thrum that came from somewhere deep inside when their eyes met.

And they have felt this pull, this connection, since they were children – since their first meeting (and how odd it is that he always felt it more toward her than her father who has more of the blood of their kind running through his veins). He doesn't know if he believes in the intangible fairy tale of love at first sight, but he has definitely felt the very real pull of kindred.

So, they will always be protective of each other, yes – they are of all of their chosen pack. But they do not feel the need to bother themselves with silly things like jealousy. Because they both know (have known for years and years) who the other has chosen as theirs.

And wolves mate for life.

But he knew that wasn't the sort of answer his GrAndy was looking for. So, with effort, he pulled his mind away from V and did as she asked - thought about her question hard and seriously.

"I was never in chorus," he started to answer slowly looking at his hands, "but I would go in their practice room sometimes." (He didn't add that V and him had first stumbled upon it while looking for somewhere other than a broom closet or an abandoned alcove to make out).

"They had a piano in there. I had always heard stories of enchanted harps and things, but I had never really played an instrument. They didn't have classes at Hogwarts. I think I would like to learn."

"You think?" she asked in a monotone voice.

"I would," he said in a more definitive voice. "I would like to learn to play music." He looked up and she was smiling at him warmly.

"Your mother would have been so proud of you," she said choking up. "Your father too, of course. But you remind me so much of Nymphadora sometimes. Oh," she laughed although it sounded close to crying, "she hated that name." She bit her lip and took a deep breath.

Teddy fisted his hands. He wanted to go to her - comfort her but he had learned to understand that the Black in her was too proud for that. She was far enough removed from that part of her family that she allowed herself this show of emotion, but she was also going to be the one to pull it back in too.

"So, Teddy," she said after several deep breaths and whipping her eyes on a handkerchief while he pretended not to notice. "What instrument do you want to learn?"

He just bit his lip and stared at her for a moment. "I haven't figured that bit quite out yet," he admitted.

"Of course not, Teddy. Of course you haven't," GrAndy said shaking her head letting out a genuine laugh.