A/N Hello, sorry I didn't update in a while, but here's chapter 2! :D If you have any questions concerning Teddy's house, he was never sorted in the books/Pottermore secrets but i felt he would be a Slytherin from his heritage and attributes, but remember you can be a Slytherin and have a kind heart! Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 2

Memories

Slumping into the large Green armchairs in the Slytherin Common room, I let out a deep sigh, after a long day of training to teach the Fourth Year class of Care of Magical Creatures with Hagrid.

As I start to press myself into the comforting fabric, I admire the burning fire to my left, crackling and spitting inside the large dungeon mantelpiece, when a sharp pain digs into my back pocket.

Ah yes, I forgot about the weird stone I found in the moss – tugging it out of my pocket, still covered in various dirt and mud I rub it in my fingers.

The whole common room Is empty, everyone is probably asleep upstairs, so I'm completely alone here. Suddenly an eruption of sounds at the window tells me a strong storm is brewing as every raindrop hits the glass to make it rattle violently.

Cracks of lightening illuminate part of the room, light beaming through the windows onto where I sit.

I become alert, feeling uncomfortable from being alone in the darkened room I try to concentrate on the stone in my hands.

As I rub all the mud off, I try to think what it is. Jewellery perhaps? Maybe it's a precious rock I've never heard of before?

I sit for a while, pondering on the origin of this finely and accurately formed, mysterious stone.

I debate giving it in, someone may have possibly lost it – although I can't even think who would have just so dropped it in the Forbidden Forest like that, the only things that live out there are – are Giants and Centaurs and other monsters, of which I would really not like to tussle with.

I stand up plopping the stone back into my pocket, as any memories or knowledge leading to the stone's origin evades me.

I aimlessly stroll around the room, past the two large sofas and green tapestries in front of me near the wall, I head towards the desks in the back of the room just below the windows.

The storm still blows strong outside, the windows withstanding the aggressive streams of rain and wind, I find it calming, so sit on one of the old wooden chairs at a desk.

I put the stone on the desk in front of me, lowering my body so I am at eye level with it, leaning on my arms I stare at it, determined to find out, or remember what it is, or what do to with it.

Then I remember.

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'Here you go Teddy' I remember Harry telling me as he tucked me in one night, as the babysat me from Andromeda as he always did.

Harry pulled up a chair beside my bed and pulled out an old and warn, small blue book.

'Fancy a story tonight? What one?' The rims of Harry's glasses reflected the yellow light of his wand, stuck upright casting Lumos as a nightlight in his pocket.

'I don't mind' A sleepy six year old me said to my Godfather.

'Alright then' He croaked in a husky voice, 'How about the, the Hopping Pot one?'

'Actually no no, I do, I want the, the three brothers, yeah three brothers!' I started to get a little excited as I spoke through the true tiredness.

'Really Teddy, are you sure-' He seemed a little apprehensive to tell the tale.

'Oh please' I pleaded.

He let out a long sigh and opened the page of the start of the story, and lay his other hand on the edge of my bed, and I held his hand, sleepily drowsing off as he began to tell the tale.

'There were once three brothers who were travelling along a lonely, winding road at twilight. In time, the brothers reached a river too deep to wade through and too dangerous to swim across-' Harry's voice faded, and the Lumos dimmed, and the edges of my mind blurred as I came back to reality, my face pressed into my numb arms and the desk, as I drifted from the fond memory.

That's it. The Three Brothers. I recalled the rest of the memory and the faint imprinted information on my six year old mind, and recognised the Deathly Hallows.

The Elder Wand.

The Cloak of invisibility.

And, and the Stone of Resurrection.

That's where it's familiar from.

But it can't be – it's not true, is it? It's not. It was just a tale! A silly wives tale! I rip my mind away from the possible thoughts which are obviously untrue.

Harry always told me they weren't real. None of it ever was.

Of course we were all told as soon as we hit 17, everyone in the extended Weasley family at least, it's a tradition – about the true Battle of Hogwarts.

That's how I truly found out how my Parents died.

I was told about the whole Battle, why it happened, it was Voldemort and his army, that's all, he wanted to control the whole Wizarding world, starting with killing Harry inside Hogwarts. That's all I understand at least, I was never really told anything about the whereabouts, or existence of the Deathly Hallows, I guess there was no need. Perhaps if they told us that this myth was true, we would believe others were too.

I drag back the intricacies of my faint memory, how apprehensive Harry was to even read the Three Brothers, that alone could have meant something, some memories or secrets he did not want to be told.

Searching through my memory, and still sitting at the table, I recall a symbol on the front cover of his old copy of the 'Tales Of Beedle The Bard', it was a triangle.. a triangle yes. And something else inside it.

I grab some paper which was haphazardly stacked with some books on the edge of the desk near the wall, and pull out a pen from my other pocket.

Moving the stone aside, I draw a triangle and try to decipher my puzzled memory. There was definitely something I'm missing inside.

This symbol must link to The Three Brothers as all other symbols scattered on the cover represent the other tales inside. So, so that must mean, this symbol is The Deathly Hallows right?

There must be a line or something... for a Wand. I try out and draw a line extending from the top of the triangle to the bottom, and the familiarity seems right now.

Then the memory comes flooding back, my eyes flick to the stone sitting beside me, as if it's waiting, reflecting the still flashing lightening beams on its sharp points, glinting in the moonlight.

The Stone, is a circle. I roughly draw a circle inside the triangle overlapping the line, or Wand, then the Deathly Hallows is complete.

The familiar symbol triggered the memory, but also a nagging feeling that there is something worth exploring here.

How can that stone make me remember a symbol supposedly and possibly connected to it, if it's not real?

I come to one conclusion. The Deathly Hallows are real.

I carefully pick up the stone again, and now it seems to glow with recognition in my hand, because I know that it is worth so much more, the power it holds, and the things it can do.

I stand up, the stone enclosed carefully in my fist, as I make my way back to sit by the flickering fire.

I speak aloud now, expressing my thoughts 'If this, this is the resurrection stone, and the Deathly Hallows are actually real-' The sudden recognition of thought hits me like a tidal wave of emotion.

'Then I can bring my Parents back?'

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