I could not believe what I read. Caleb was born just less than nine months after Healer Ray treated Marta Keel. According to my initial calculations, Caleb's father could not be anyone else. He'd have to have been born premature, which he was not. His medical record would have said it otherwise. Of course, I'm an Auror, not a Who's My Baby Daddy Calculator, so I might be off, but it's worth visiting Healer Ray and asking him about this slightly disturbing development.

I thank "Venus" for her assistance, slip the records in my bag, and apeperate back to Healer Ray's gingerbread house.

After I arrive, I pull my silver watch from my pocket and glance at the time. Nine thirty. Not too late for Healer Ray. I walk up the marigold lined path and bang on the door, pulling the page of Marta's record he himself signed out of my bag. He pulls open the door.

"You should ring the doorbell next time, Mister Grey. It's there for a reason," Healer Ray tells me. I hold up the page.

"Caleb was born in September the next year. Please explain."

Healer Ray sighs and lets me in. "I guess you'd have found out eventually. Come in,"

I sit down again on his couch. Healer Ray begins.

"She the only one. I never had relations with any of my other patients. She was a hundred percent consenting, but because of Marta's age there was no difference in the eyes of the law. I knew I would have much worse than a reprimand, being with her. The only reason we did it was because from the moment I laid eyes on her, I loved her.

"I did preform untested procedures, but only when patients would die otherwise. I saved countless lives. Most other healers turned a blind eye because of that. They only fired me for it in '96 because they found out I was having sex with a patient, one of which who was sixteen, and they couldn't have that. The Daily Prophet was getting bored of Anti-Potter and Dumbledore crap, especially after their star gossip reporter left and did an exciting expose including Potter's first person account of the whole Vold-Voldemort resurrection and catapulted that tabloid to a bestselling news magazine. A St. Mungo's sex scandal? Delicious. St. Mungo's medical malpractice incident that no patient noticed, cared or complained about? Boring. Sex sells.

"Marta didn't want me to be Caleb's father. Eddie was her best friend. He was gay though, and his quite conservative muggle family and him already had a rough relationship when he did not want to join the family business because he was a wizard. Being gay, his family, with time, could deal with. After a while, they dealt with him being wizard just fine. But both? Edward was terrified of his family finding out. He became so terrified in fact that upon finding out his best friend was pregnant, he asked her if he could tell his parents the child was his in return for helping to raise it. Marta agreed, but did not put him on the birth certificate in case he wanted an out. By the time he died, he cared for Caleb just as much as he would his own son."

The two of us are silent for a long time. "You could of told me Caleb Keel was your son. I might have been more cooperative even."

"No one knows I'm Caleb's father except Marta and me. It was better that way."

"If I find Caleb, he won't remember Marta, Eddie Sinclair or you. You have to tell him, alright? Promise me?"

"I'm doing this for Marta, really. The two of them shouldn't have to worry about me at all…"

"PROMISE me, Harley Ray."

After a long moment he holds up his right hand. "Promise."

"Do I have to make an Unbreakable Vow?"

"That's not necessary, Mister Grey."

"Are you sure?"

"I swear on my son's life," He tells me. I glare at him and exit the house, going back to my flat.

"Hey, Teddy," Victorie calls out as I arrive back to my living room. I place my bag by the door and walk to our tiny blue wash kitchen, where Victorie is siting at the counter, eating a sandwich. "How's the case going?"

"Good. How was your work today?"

"Unspeakable."

I open up the top cabinet and pick out a small blue ceramic cup for my evening tea. "Chelsea and Annalise reconciled today," I tell her as I open the pantry looking for some chamomile.

"Wha?" Victorie asks in shock, her face still full of sandwich. She quickly swallows. "Details. Now."

"Long story short, I found the Lytton kid's bones and took Chelsea with me to return them. She told Mrs. Lytton that her son was in fact a werewolf when he died."

"Been wanting to do that for years," Victorie interjects.

"And then when we left Annalise came running out like she was in some cheesy romance novel and I left them to catch up."

"Wow," Victorie says as I light the stove for the tea kettle. "Never expected that."

"Hey, Harry invited us over tomorrow night. Can you come? I told him I'd make soup or something."

"Yeah, I can. Narcissa actually mailed me the Tomato Bisque. It's simple. Do you want to bring that? I think we still have those fresh tomatoes in the icebox," She tells me.

"Yummy." I say, checking the fridge for the right ingredients. I need to pick up some cream. While I'm there, I pull out the milk and set it on the counter. "Do you want any tea?"

"Do we have any of that jasmine green?"

I find the box and throw her a bag while she summons her own cup. The kettle whistles, so I take it off the fire and pour it in our mugs over the bags.

"Are you any closer to finding Caleb?" Vic asks as she pours some milk into her tea and hands me the carton.

"Not really. I do know I can't trust Healer Ray though," I say as I pour the milk into my own cup. "He lied to me. I also learned he was sleeping with his patients in addition to non consenting human experiments and blabbing about his patient's medical records."

"And this suprieses you because…?"

"I mean, I guess knew Healer Ray was unethical," I say quietly.

"Why are you doing this for him, Teddy? He won't even tell you his intentions."

"I'm not doing it for him," I tell her after taking a sip of tea. "I'm doing it for Marta Keel. Maybe for my parents a little too. They somehow got wrapped up in this. I think they would have wanted this to get resolved."

We sit and think for awhile. After we finish our tea, I take the cups to the sink to wash. "You know, Vic," I say to my fiancee. "Healer Ray might not have any ethics, but I think he has morals. He wants to do the right thing."

Author's Note: Two chapters at once! Yippee! And only three more to go, more or less!