A half an hour after I stormed into Russell's place of employment and demanded that he come into the Ministry for questioning, he returns with the oldest picture of himself he can find. Carter came out of his meeting so the two of us moved to the interrogation room for questioning.

"Russ," I say, placing him into the chair across from the table in the middle of the sterile white room. "Is it true that you were found in Greyback's compound at the age of three?"

"More or less. It was hard to tell. I was bitten so young I don't remember anything from before the compound."

"Absolutely nothing?" I ask. He shakes his head. Carter and I glance at each other.

"Russell," Carter says. "I'm going to show you a few pictures of some women. I want you to tell me if you recognize any of them."

Carter fans a group of pictures across the table. One is of Marta Keel. The others are from our photo archives. There's a photo taken of Lily right when she got back to her own time, when she still looked like an eighteen year old blond, a happy-smiley one that I am pretty sure someone took from a stock photo library and a picture one of my coworkers and "friend" took of me while masquerading as Bambi the Bimbo Bus Girl. Damn you Carter. Why did you have to add that one in?

"I wish I knew that one," He says, pointing to Bambi.

"Focus," I command. Carter and I turn around and give him a few minutes before he shakes his head in defeat.

"Let's try these objects," I say, placing some cuff links , my watch and a necklace Harry was able to borrow from his good friend Hermione for this exercise. He doesn't recognize any of these objects, but he's not suppose to. It's just to make sure his readings are somewhat reliable. Meanwhile, Carter and I place a picture of six-year old Russell Baker next to the one we have of Caleb Keel.

I mutter the spell "muffliato" and we begin comparing the pictures in hushed voices.

"These two kids look like they might be the same," I say. "Hard to tell with the four year difference, though. How much do kids change in that time?"

"Umm," Carter says. "I don't really spend much time with kids. I mean, there's my niece and nephew, but I have not idea how they looked two years ago anymore, you know? It's really subtle."

"Yeah. I think these kids are the same though," I say, walking back over to Russell. "One more thing. I'm going to list off a group of names." I sit facing away from him at the desk. Carter leaves the room to stand behind the enchanted wall that lets him look in the room without letting Russell know that's what he's doing.

"Here are the names: Richard, Jason, Caleb, Tim-"

"Caleb," He says. I turn around to see him picking up the picture of Marta Keel. "There's something about that name."

"I need you to come in real quick tomorrow," I say after a few moments. He nods that he can do that. "We're done with you for now. Do you know how to get out?"

"Yeah. Is this the part where you tell me not to leave the country?"

"That would be preferable. Especially since you agreed to come in tomorrow, but you're not a suspect of a crime, I can't make you do anything"

Russell takes another long look at the photo. "If I'm this missing person, then is this my mother?" He asks, holding up the picture.

"Is it?"

"I mean, are one of these women my mother?" He asks as he gestures to the others.

"Yes," I say after a moment of diliberation. Russell nods and leaves the room. I do not notice until later that he took Marta Keel's picture.

"I think it's him," I tell Carter after Russell is out of earshot. "Is Spenser still here? She's the one who does all the genetic testing spells."

"She left. We'll have to do it tomorrow," Harry says, entering the room. "Just wanted to see how this case was going. Oh how I miss the days when we'd have to do memory recovery charms on missing persons,"

"Miss those days?! Even now when we have to do those it freaks me out," I exclaim. "And anyway, last time I ventured into someone else's memories, I heard something I couldn't ever unhear. And I'm not talking about Healer Ray's little experiment."

"What was it?" Harry asks.

"My parents," I say grimly. Harry looks taken aback and places his hand on my shoulder.

"Teddy, if you want to talk about it…"

"No way. Never. I'm still trying to forget about my parents discussing, you know, doing it. There's nothing to talk about."

"That was it?" Harry asks, throughly surprised. Carter begins to descend into hysterical laughter.

"That was it? That was it!" I exclaim. "What could be worse than that?"

"I mean, they could have been total wankers," Harry says. I wonder to myself which is worse.

I go to Marta Keel's house that night, to tell her to come in tomorrow for the spell. She asks me to come in for a cup of tea, and, against my better judgment, I do.

"Do you want sugar?" Marta asks as she hands me an old, warm mug of the piping hot beverage and places a small carton of milk on the table.

"Nah, I'm good," I answer, pouring the milk into my cup. "The spell tomorrow won't take too long. You should only have to be at the Ministry for about a half an hour."

"Who is he?" Marta says the second I finish speaking.

"I...I don't think I'm supposed to tell you yet." I tell her.

"I've waited over twenty five years to see my son," she pleads. "Please don't make me wait any longer."

The two of us stare at each other for a long moment. Finally, I grab the paper and turn it over to the sport's section.

"Read Potter's article." I tell her. She picks it up and finds the special on Russell.

"This is him?"

"I just told you to read the article, ma'm," I reply. She gets it.

I wake up with a start on Thursday. So much to do today. Hopefully finish up this whole Marta and Caleb Keel business, tell Healer Ray he owes me now, the wedding rehearsal.

"Wedding Rehearsal?!" I exclaim loudly, bolting up in bed. Crap, that's today?

"Did we forget something?" Victoire mumbles into her pillow.

"It's today, right?"

"Yeah. And then you have to get married on Saturday, remember?"

"Married!?" Oh right. I remembered that one.

I rushed to the office that morning, wanting to finish up this whole case before tonight so I could take the day off tomorrow to get ready for the wedding.

"Hey, Lupin." Carter says, leading Spenser behind him.

"You guys ready?" I ask. Spenser nods. I turn around and run to the elevator again. Russell and Marta should be here in ten minuets or so.

"Atrium," the 'elevator babe' as Carter calls her says as I rush out of the elevator and make my way over to security. I get there just in time to see Old Mr. Saftey-Before-Personal-Space probing Russell with his security sensor.

"If you see a little more down there, it's not anything dangerous, unless you're a lady," Russell tells the security man with a wink.

"Stop flirting with the Security Personal and get down stairs," I tell him. His face turns red and he makes his way over to the elevator.

I wait in the Atrium for Marta to show up so I can lead her to the Aurror department. She arrives only a minute late.

"Sorry," She tells me in the elevator. "I forgot where the visitor's entrance was. Which is weird, since I used to come here with Caleb all the time. Eddie liked to show him off to his coworkers."

"No problem. Just follow me."

The two of us make our way down and I take her through the mass of Aurror cubicle's until I get to Spenser's office. Carter lets us inside before we have time to knock. As we enter the office, Russell and Marta glance at each other, as if trying to see if they really are mother and son. I discreetly take the picture of Marta, Healer Ray and Caleb, glancing between Healer Ray and Russell, looking for a resemblance. I think the two of them might have the same nose and eye color. It's fortunate that, if he is Caleb, he inherited his mother's looks; Healer Ray is kind of ugly.

"Alright," Spenser says, standing up and lightly stroking her wand. "The spell I'm going to preform isn't going to hurt. Not like the Organ Compatibility Charm," She says with a sadistic smile. "Just hold still and don't let your DNA move around too much,"

"Question?" Russell says, raising his hand. "How do I keep my DNA still?"

Spenser smiles again but does not answer. "Here we go."

Spenser waves her wand over the two, whispering an incantation under her breath. An eerie, still silence descends over the room. No one even breathes. Then, a soft golden glow spreads out from their hearts and fills the room with light. For a moment, all I can think of is the end of How the Grinch Stole Christmas, when the Grinch's heart grew three sizes, making me remember that Hermione always gave me books for Christmas and wonder if she's going to get me one for a wedding present too.

"What does that mean?" Russell asks. I look over at Spenser, wondering the same thing.

"It means that the two of you are related."

"He's my son?" Marta asks quietly.

"Well, either that or your his daughter. Kind of doubt that though."

It's odd, what happens next. The five of us just kind of stay still, because how are you supposed to react when you find your long lost son? Or even find out you're not really an orphan? You've just been missing for over twenty five years and didn't even know it.

After a moment, the two get up from their chairs and pull each other into a long hug. It feels like I should, I don't know, clap or sing a song or something like that, but quite frankly that's not normal unless you're in a musical. "I've missed you," Marta tells him.

"I've missed you too," Russell Baker, formally Caleb Keel, replies upon letting go. Some might say see this moment and think to themselves that they're done. I still have one more thing to do.

Author's Note: Sorry! Sorrysorrysorrysorrysorry! I did not mean to let this go so long with no updates. Because of that, I will post the last few chapters super quickly, m'kay? Sorry again!