A/N: This is another chapter of moments about Teddy's childhood. It will develop into slightly more flowing chapters after this one, there were just various bits of background I wanted to include so that I can build upon them in future chapters.

As previously stated, all characters belong to J.K.R.

The next time Teddy saw Victoire, she had filled out three pages of her notebook with her findings about Death Eaters.

"Weren't you listening to Bill?" she queried, seeming almost annoyed when he had shown surprise at the extent of her knowledge. On more careful digging however, it seemed that Victoire had quizzed anyone and everyone she saw about the topic. Whilst this had initially been a great way of fact finding, the consequences had been rather dire; when he realised what a nuisance she had been about the whole thing, Bill had sent her to bed without any of her Grandma Weasley's delicious chocolate cake.

Teddy imagined there had been lots of screaming and shouting at this point. Victoire's tempers were greatly feared amongst the other Weasleys. It would be foolish to even mention them in front of her though.

"Dad tried to take away my toys too, but they appeared back in my room as soon as he'd left," Victorie stated smugly. "I could hear him downstairs debating with Percy whether he should be mad at me or pleased with such an impressive piece of underage magic."

Teddy felt slightly jealous. Victoire always seemed to be doing magic. Although he had learnt to change his hair colour at will and could sometimes change the shape of his nose, his other experiences of magic had been rather limited.

"What did you find out about Death Eaters anyway?" he said gruffly.

Victoire looked at him darkly. "We'd better go and find somewhere else to discuss it, Teddy. I don't think most of this is appropriate for the ears of children." She shot a look at Dominique, who was pushing James on the swing nearby, then scampered off across the garden.

By the time he got home, Teddy was feeling a little bamboozled. Words like Death Eater, Azkaban, Dementor, Voldemort and unforgivable curses were rolling round and round in his head. Victoire had done her research well. The 'bad wizard' that the adults sometimes talked about had a name, Voldemort, and an army of Death Eaters. They didn't just kill people, but tortured them too with 'unforgivable curses'. Apparently straight after the war, Harry, along with Ron and Neville, had been responsible for rounding them up and sending them to Azkaban. Teddy rubbed his head. It was great that Victoire had found out this stuff, but it wasn't the same as someone actually telling them. They weren't little children anymore, they could handle it. Besides, his parents had died in the war, didn't he deserve to know what they had been fighting about?

Most of what he did know Teddy had found out completely by accident.

When he was about four, he had been in Diagon Alley with his grandmother when a wizard had pulled out his wand and started screaming at her. Terrified, Teddy had hidden himself in his grandmother's robes, where she gripped him tightly.

"I am not Bellatrix," she had stated quite calmly. "It's okay, she's dead. I'm sorry to say she was my sister."

The man remained silent. Teddy was puzzled. He didn't even know his grandmother had a sister. Bellatrix. What an interesting name.

"Who did she...?" His grandmother enquired.

"My wife."

"I'm sorry."

"Your daughter was the Auror, wasn't she?"

Teddy felt his grandmother's arm grip him even tighter than before.

"Yes," she replied sharply. "Now if you don't mind, I really need to carry on with my shopping. I'm sorry for your loss. Come on Teddy." With that, she had dragged him, quickly, away.

Later that afternoon, Teddy had brought up the woman's strange name. His grandmother froze and the colour drained from her face.

"I don't want to talk about her, Teddy dear. She wasn't a very nice person. I hadn't spoken to her for years before she died." She ran her fingers through his hair, which oddly Teddy remembered was bright blue that day, and walked stiffly from the room.

He heard the name Bellatrix from time to time after that, when the adults thought he wasn't listening. There was a page devoted to her in the notebook. It simply said: Bellatrix (Black). Nan's sister. Pureblood. Evil. Dead.

He found out about the Black family when his grandmother was looking for some paperwork one day. She had uncovered some photos of her wedding day and Teddy was enjoying watching the smiling, waving guests, especially a young man with dark hair who kept pulling funny faces. Underneath the photos was a curled up piece of parchment. Teddy unrolled it and read the names: Edward Tonks and Andromeda Black.

"Who are the Blacks? Are they related to Sirius?"

Teddy thought of all of the stories that Harry had told him about his godfather.

Adromeda reached forward for the photo Teddy had been looking at. "That's Sirius just there." She motioned to the man pulling faces. He was my favourite cousin...the only member of my family who came to my wedding." Seeing Teddy's confused expression she continued.

"Black was my name before I was married. I didn't fit in very well with my family. They were a group of pureblood fanatics. I didn't really get it; I couldn't see how someone's blood status could determine what sort of witch or wizard they were. They didn't approve of me marrying your grandfather so they stopped speaking to me."

Teddy stared at her, his mouth wide.

"I didn't mind Teddy. I never wanted to go back to living with them after I left Hogwarts anyway. I hated being amongst their purist ideas."

At the time, Teddy didn't really understand what she was saying. Didn't everyone have the same type of blood? All he knew was that his grandmother was very brave to have got away from her evil sounding family. The name Black was another piece of evidence that got filed in the notebook, on the page next to Bellatrix. Blacks. Pureblood. Don't like muggles. Related to Sirius.

The most significant conversation Teddy's grandmother had with him occurred a few months before he left for Hogwarts.

Teddy had been staring at the photo of his parents that hung on his bedroom wall. There were lots of photos of them around the house, but this one was Teddy's favourite. In it, his mum's hair changed from bubblegum pink to purple to blonde curls to Weasley red to her natural brown. (All of her favourite styles, his grandmother had said.) She grinned madly, as if she couldn't quite stop laughing, and her arms clutched around his dad's shoulders. She wore a ripped Weird Sisters t-shirt and a leather jacket. The first time Dominique had seen the photo, she had declared his mum to be the essence of cool. In contrast his dad looked serene, with greying hair and a plain shirt, the smallest smile evident on his face, as if he couldn't quite believe he was really there. Apparently the photo had been taken the day after they were married.

Next to the photo, The Order of Merlin hung proudly, a constant reminder of his father's bravery. Teddy would spend hours staring at these two relics of his parents, his mind exploring the memories he imagined existed and the opportunities they had lost.

In his current daydream, Teddy's mum was helping him to pack his Hogwarts trunk. He jumped slightly as his grandmother walked into the room. She sat down on the bed, motioning for Teddy to join her.

"There's something I need to tell you Teddy...about your dad."

Something about the look in her eyes made Teddy feel nervous. He suddenly thought of what Victoire had been saying about Death Eaters. She wasn't about to say his father was one of them, was she? Hadn't Victoire been saying that some people they thought were good turned out to be Death Eaters? Or was it the other way around? Some Death Eaters turned out to be good?

"He was a good man, wasn't he? My dad?" Teddy's voice wavered.

"He was a very good man Teddy," Andromeda reassured. "He would have done anything for you and your mother. There is something you need to know about him though, something that may shock you. I don't want it to change your opinion of him but..."

Teddy felt a sudden urge to put his hands over his ears. Whatever she was about to say, it didn't sound good. He liked the image of his dad he had already. He didn't need to know anything new about him.

"...he was a werewolf."

A werewolf? Teddy felt a strange sensation inside him, like he had fallen from a great height. A werewolf? He didn't know whether to be disgusted or fascinated. Werewolves were evil creatures weren't they? They were the villains in story books who crept up on children in their beds at night, who lurked in the shadows on Halloween. Yet, they were cool as well; powerful and mystical and strong. Still, he wasn't sure how safe it would be to live with one.

"Did my mum..." Teddy began.

"Yes, she knew, and she loved him anyway. He wasn't like the werewolves you might expect, he wanted to be safe and he wanted to help people. That's why he got the Order of Merlin, because he was so brave, because he tried to convert other werewolves to be on the right side in the war."

"Oh, that's good. And he never bit anyone?"

"No, never. There is a potion called Wolfsbane that he took, that made him safe."

Teddy felt relieved for a moment, until another thought struck him.

"I'm not going to turn into a werewolf, am I?"

Andromeda ran her hands lightly through his turquoise hair. "No dear, you're not. That was always your father's greatest fear. You took after your mother instead."

Teddy snuggled up to her. If it was okay with his mother, then it was okay with him. "I don't think I mind that he's a werewolf. I think it's quite cool."

Andromeda smiled. "You're so much like your mother."

The thought made Teddy smile.