Author's Note: Please read the Lizzie Potter series (Philosophers through Deathly Hallows) for the context to this storyline as it picks up around the epilogue of Deathly Hallows. Though the original series has many cannon elements and the basic plot of each original novel remained intact, there were many changes to the heart of the story, character arcs, and the horcrux story line, along with the main character (Lizzie's) relationship with Riddle that will not make sense where it's referenced here if you don't read through the original series. The backstory is heavily original for her past prior to Hogwarts, and she's written more as an anti-hero than Harry is in canon.

This is the children's generation, and the focus is on them, but Lizzie is still the main protagonist. I have not taken any major elements or plots from Cursed Child for this, this is all an original story.

Reminder that this series is exceptionally dark, so I'm adding trigger warnings for references to SA, substance abuse, cult indoctrination, and emotional and physical abuse. It will not be anywhere near as heavy in this story line as it is in the original series, though. The focus is on Lizzie, but through the kids, so many of the elements from her past spill over into this plot to varying degrees.

Hope you enjoy. This will carry through in three parts (through three years of Hogwarts) and there will be another accounting for the rest of the years. No year is going to stand alone as its own plot like the original HP series does.

PART I

Chapter 1 - The Lycanthrope's Son

Lizzie woke in the dead of night with a startle and a pulse pounding hard in her neck but could neither remember her dream nor place a reason for the violent mental intrusion that woke her. She ran a hand over Charlie's back and got up quietly to tip-toe down the hallway to her godson and her daughter's bedroom. She stumbled a little in the dark hallway and held her stomach protectively as she caught her fall on the rail banister. She wasn't in the waddling stage of this pregnancy for a couple more months, but the bump under her shirt was noticeable.

She entered the room and pulled a blanket over her daughter's shoulders. When she turned to check on Teddy, her heart skipped a beat at the sight of an empty mattress. "Teddy?" She whispered and looked around feverishly. She hurried back down the hall to Remus's bedroom, only to find it empty, and the full moon glaring between the clouds in the sky outside the window. Dread washed over her body with fierce intensity. "Teddy!" She yelled and made her way down the stairs to check the kitchen and the backyard for signs of the six-year-old, but he was nowhere to be found. Thunder boomed ominously and rain started to pour steadily. "Teddy!" Lizzie yelled, now terrified. She ran up the stairs into her bedroom and shoved Charlie awake.

"Liz, what's -" he said, rubbing his eyes. "Why are you soaked through, what are you doing?" He asked, suddenly apprehensive.

"Teddy is gone. Teddy's gone, I can't find him," she said frantically, her hands were shaking violently. Charlie got up and pulled on pants and a shirt in a hurry.

"He's not sleeping in Remus's room again?" Charlie asked.

"Full moon," Lizzie breathed and her eyes welled with lung-crushing anxiety. Charlie froze.

"Remus would have taken the potion, he'd be out of the house, Teddy - " Charlie tried to reason desperately.

"ISN'T HERE!" Lizzie yelled. She bolted from the room and down the stairs.

"Liz! Lizzie! You need to stop," he said, seizing her wrist at the base of the stairs and putting a hand on her stomach.

"I need to find him," she growled, and he followed quickly after her when she bolted from the kitchen door. Her feet slapped the wet ground as she ran down the forest path that wound its way near their cottage. Her wand was drawn, her clothes were now almost completely soaked through. Charlie caught up to her and wrapped arms protectively around her shoulders as he pointed his lit wand into the trees looking for signs of life or threats.

Lizzie slipped out from his hold and crept up to the shed that sat about half a mile out from the cabin, where Remus usually took up his full moons far enough away to keep the family safe. This was also usually in addition to taking a wolfsbane potion that kept his mental capacities intact. Charlie pushed Lizzie behind him as he pushed the door to the shed ajar and peered in. Lizzie yanked hard on his forearm. "I should go, as the doe, he never goes after the doe," Lizzie whispered. Charlie gripped her chin firmly.

"You are not going in there pregnant, nor are you risking transforming while pregnant," he whispered and let go a little too rough. Charlie wasn't one to mask his frustration or anger well and Lizzie fought back the urge to hit him. Lizzie heard a low whimper and froze, her eyes wide as saucers. Charlie peered around the doorway and could see an outline of Teddy heaving terrified breaths in the corner. Charlie crouched down and looked behind him to see Lizzie sprinting toward the house. Charlie reached a hand around the corner to gesture to Teddy, but the little boy shook his head in frantic motions. Charlie heard a growl and shut the door just in time to avoid a gash to his body from Remus. His heart pounded violently in his temples as he rationalized what to do. From the window, he could see the werewolf pacing protectively and felt certain he must not have taken the potion.

Charlie eased the door open quietly and crawled into the shed with his wand drawn and aimed at the werewolf. Teddy shook where he sat, and Charlie noticed the werewolf was placing things in front of Teddy almost to blockade the area. It was protective of him, considering his state, and Charlie wondered if even in this state he knew this was his son. Teddy cried into his knees and shook in his skin. It was cold and wet, he didn't have a jacket, or a blanket, and Charlie couldn't reach him from where he hid behind a large stow of boxes in the shed.

The werewolf stopped and sniffed the air, recognizing another presence in the room. Charlie pressed himself into the corner as he approached, his heart beating furiously in his ears. He hoped that Teddy would take the opportunity to run, but instead he stared in absolute terror. "No!" Teddy screamed and the noise broke Remus's attention. Charlie saw the window open by itself, and rain drenched the windowsill and floor of the shed. He watched wet footsteps appear across the floor and knew it was Lizzie under the cloak as soon as Teddy's body disappeared. The door of the shed opened, and the werewolf roared in fury. Charlie heard Lizzie's feet slap the wet ground in a run down the path. He pushed his way out of the shed and after Remus who charged in her direction despite not being able to see her, but he ran much faster than Lizzie ever could with a child in her arms.

Charlie let out a loud howl and heard the werewolf change direction. He took the long path back to the house in a hurry, masking himself behind trees to avoid being spotted by the beast. His eyes were fixed on the kitchen window growing nearer, hoping to either see Lizzie enter, or her give him some sort of indication they were safe. He froze at the sound of sniffing almost immediately behind the tree he was scaling. He held his breath and sent sparks over his shoulder as a distraction. He was now in direct view of the house and a matter of minutes from reaching the kitchen door if he could keep a steady and straight run. The lights flicked inside, and he took that to mean Lizzie made it. Charlie heard a gallop behind him and took off at an extraordinarily fast pace, closing and latching the door just in time. He cast a charm that sealed their windows and doors and rushed upstairs. He could hear Lizzie crying in the bathroom and pushed the door open to see her running a warm bath and trying to console a terrified Teddy.

Charlie knelt down next to them and inspected Teddy's face for signs of harm. Lizzie's hands shook as she exposed a small gash on his ribs, and she couldn't stifle the panic she was feeling. "Hey, buddy, I'm going to fix that, alright? Can I see?" Charlie asked Teddy cautiously. Teddy nodded but his body was far from calming down from the terror. "Lizzie, honey, sit and breath, just breathe, please," Charlie said, pointing to the toilet for her to sit and calm down.

"Breathe!" Charlie scolded almost angrily when she started to shake and cry into her hands again, but his voice cracked when he noticed blood down the inside of her leg.

"No, no, no... Ok..." Charlie stammered and left the room, coming back in a hurry with a potion for Teddy to drink and got him warmed up back to a normal body temperature in the bath before bundling him up in a pair of new pajamas and putting him in bed. The wound didn't heal the way it should have, which could be expected from a lycanthrope injury. "Teddy, I'm going to be back, I just need to go make sure Lizzie is ok, are you ok?" He asked and Teddy nodded but clutched his blanket tight in fear. Charlie kissed his head and pushed the bathroom door open to see Lizzie heaving breaths with her back braced against the wall.

"Lizzie, are you in pain?" he asked, moving a hand up her thigh to check for more blood. She shook her head no and there wasn't much blood, it wasn't a full hemorrhage. Charlie unstopped a potion to help her come down from the anxiety attack. "Can I check?" He asked. Lizzie closed her eyes but nodded reluctantly. "I'm sorry," he whispered apologetically, but checked to make sure she wasn't miscarrying. Lizzie whimpered at the intrusion, and he kissed the side of her face. "You're ok, you're fine, it's just the panic. He's ok, Teddy is ok, you got him out, he's safe," Charlie said reassuringly. He helped Lizzie up after he got her cleaned up and followed her into Teddy's room to catch a fall if she took one. Annie was still fast asleep. Lizzie scooped Teddy up and brought him to their room where she kept her arms wrapped tight around him for the rest of the night until the full moon disappeared with the light of the morning. Her heart still beat heavily with the dawning reality that Remus would want to kill himself once he found out he'd hurt his son, and there wasn't a way to know if Teddy would be damaged by more than the trauma from the injury. Lizzie hummed to soothe her godson back to sleep and ease her own hammering thoughts. Charlie couldn't sleep and stayed up patrolling the house nervously. In the five years they had lived here, Remus and his affliction had never once scared him, and nobody was sure what happened this time.