Thanks for the review it was really appreciated! Id love more if anyone would like to leave a comment. I know this isn't like the original story, obviously, but I just decided to explore an alternate story. Hope you like it.

Chapter 3

Teddy yawned sleepily, he could feel the warm weight of a duvet covering him, it was too hot. He wriggled to move the cover down, cool air wafted over his shoulders until the covers were drawn back up to his chin. Blearily he opened his eyes and an unfamiliar face starred down at him. Suddenly the sleepy calm was replaced with fear.

He sat blot up right and screamed loudly, 'DADDYYYYYYYY! DADDYYYYYYY!', desperately trying to kick the covers and man away.

'Hey, hey! What's all this?' Asked Remus, sitting down on the bed. Reaching out to his son's fringe trying to push his son's hair, out of his face to sooth him. Teddy moved away from the hand, and began to cry. Huge tears' spilt from huge green eyes over the baby smooth, bright pink cheeks.

'Teddy' murmured Remus soothingly, 'Teddy its ok! Come on, its ok. Stop crying.' He reached out again to his sobbing son, ignoring the cries, and the arms of protest, he pulled the little boy from the bed and its covers on to his knee.

Teddy squealed and instantly tried to wriggle from Remus' grasp. Desperately trying to touch the floor, to get to the door.

'Hoy!' snapped Remus. Teddy found himself unexpectedly swept up by as Remus who stood up. He was held to the man's side so his head was close to the man's. Who growled in a demanding tone 'THAT IS ENOUGH!'

Teddy stopped moving, his eyes starring into the bright blue eyes startled. Remus looked back the glowing green eyes exactly the same as his best friends' son's. 'They could have been your eyes' he thought 'if you'd raised him he might be looking and fighting someone else looking at them with your eyes.' Regret filled him, softening his temper making his patience nature more prominent in his features.

'Hey' he said softly 'enough of that. Now come on big boys don't cry do they?' Teddy brushed the knuckles of his hand into his sore eyes, and sniffed back more tears. 'Daddy wouldn't cry. Daddy would be brave. He'd come and get Teddy really soon.

'Yeah that it' Remus encouraged in a soft tone. 'Right breakfast time I think huh? Then a little chat' Carrying Teddy down the stairs of the little house, passed the baby barrier on the stairs, he padded into the kitchen.

The room was bigger than Teddy's bedroom and was filled with light from the French windows over the white china sink. The cupboards were made of a warm yellowy wood and the floor was made of soft light wood, which made weaving patterns on the floor. There was a farmhouse table next to a little door, which lead into a long garden set in the foot hills of two towering mountains.

There was a high chair next to the table and as Remus went over to it Teddy again began to squirm. Tightening his grip, Remus attempted to force the youngster into the chair. However it became increasingly obvious he was going in without a fight.

'Whats wrong, Teddy? Come on, don't you want breakfast?' he huffed finally, after five minutes of struggling with a heavy six year old.

'Baby's go in high chairs!' Teddy whined 'I'm not a baby! James is a baby not me!' The sniffs started again so quickly Remus deposited his son on a chair instead.

'That better?' He smiled leaning down to his sons level, moving the fringe covering his sons eyes back. Teddy, he noticed, didn't move back this time and instead allowed the movement. The little boy starred into his eyes and then nodded gently.

'Okie dokie then. Right you hungry then? What would you like?' Remus asked, smilingly.

'Pancakes' Teddy said confidently without a seconds thought. Remus' smile faltered slightly:

'Teddy I don't think pancakes are the best things for a big little man to be growing up on, now are they? How about some cereal hum?' Remus suggested hopefully.

Teddy's eyes started to fill with tears again, and his chin wobbled as he said 'Mummy makes them every morning. After boys night in, for James but he's only little so I have them too…'

Inwardly Remus groaned at the mention of the Potter's. This was going to be difficult if Teddy was constantly wanting things the same. Cursing, Remus planted a fake smile on his face, and placed a finger under the little boys chin raising it so his sons eyes and his were again on a level. 'Ok, ok…just this once mind because you've been such a good boy and done as you were told.' With that the older man flicked his wand at the cooker which instantly had a pan hovering over it and a pancake batter been mixed beside it.

After breakfast, Teddy sat in his chair facing the strange man in front of him. He was scared still but the meal had been nice. In any other place Teddy thought he would have liked the man, he had bright blue eyes which glinted warmly, when they looked in Teddy's direction, and a friendly smile... but he still wanted his Daddy. Where was he? Why was it taking him so long? He decided to ask:

'When's my Daddy getting here? I want to go home? Why am I here? Did I do something wrong? Did Daddy?'

Remus winced at the questions and the referring of Harry as 'daddy'. How did you tell a six year old that you were their long lost father, and that you had now laid claim to full custody over them against his adopted parent's wishes? He decided to be honest

'Come with me Teddy' He said, standing up and leading the little boy into the sitting room. This room had a squashy sofa in front of a large fireplace. The furniture and the curtains were dark scarlet, and there was a golden and red throw over cover over the sofa. Over the fire place hung two pictures: the first been over three school children: one boy had dark hair sticking up all over with glasses, the second had longer elegant hair neatly falling in grey eyes and the third was a younger Remus Lupin, the marauders. The second picture was of an older Lupin but he was standing not next to some boys but to the right of a young woman. She had pink hair and was wearing a white dress.

Teddy starred at the photos. Looking intently at the photo of older Lupin: 'That's my real Mummy, isn't it? And that other photos got a picture of my Daddy's daddy in hasn't it? He was called James.'

'Yeah' Remus smiled, he walked over to the sofa and sat down beckoning for Teddy to sit on the other seat. When the little boy sat down, Remus starred again at the photos before finally looking at his son. 'So Harry told you that Nymphadora was your real Mummy?'

'Yes' Teddy stated at once 'She was in hufflepuff and was a auror, like Daddy. I'm a Metamorphmagus like she was too. But she died in a big battle, so I went to live with Daddy and my new mummy when I was really little.'

'Yeah, so I guess you know loads about you real mummy. But do you know anything about your real Daddy?' Remus asked trying to gently pull the little boy a bit closer, in case he decided to run.

Teddy shook his head. His eyes had started to travel again to the picture on the wall and then back to Lupin. Remus caught the glances and decided now was the time

'Teddy, I'm…' but the words he had to say were drowned out by the sudden roar of the fireplace….