Teddy had very carefully not told Harry about consulting Draco. Even though Harry's hatred was mostly based on an long-over events, he had never fully let it go. No matter how much Teddy needed it, Harry would never have agreed to consult Draco as a Potion Master.

So Teddy hadn't gotten Harry's approval to share classified information with Draco. If Draco had found something, Teddy had planned on breaking the news in some way that wouldn't land him in deep shite. He wanted to explain all this to Draco. However, it took most of his concentration to breath much less attempt to talk while his lungs tried to hack up the potion-laced air. It honestly felt like the smoke was digging into him and trying to kill him while Draco stood, largely unaffected.

"Potter, hurry up! I haven't got all day for this." Instead of traveling through the fireplace, Draco had opted to use the flames as a sort of magical phone call.

Harry's face had appeared in the flames, wearing a very petulant expression. "What in Merlin's beard do you want, Malfoy?" Harry asked and then he spied Teddy. "And what the hell are you doing with my godson?"

Draco rolled his eyes. "He so happens to be related to me as well, Potter. He asked for my help because your consulting Potion Master is a nitwit."

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked, leaning farther forward and trying to take a good look at the room. Harry's voice was low and cool. "What did you do, Teddy?"

Teddy sputtered.

"This isn't about that," Draco said, dismissing the smoke around them with a sharp hand gesture. "I'm here about what your healers are doing to Granger. Which is killing her."

"What?" Teddy yelped, twisting in Draco's grip. "You didn't say that!"

Harry's eyes narrowed. "What the hell are you talking about? Those potions are the only things keeping her alive."

"Under other circumstances, maybe ," Draco agreed. "But not for her."

"Why not?" Harry asked guardedly , his head still floating in the fireplace.

"Because Granger is a werewolf," Draco said casually.

There was a moment where Teddy and Harry just stared at him.

"What?" Harry snarled when he had recovered. "Why did you call me to just spew bloody nonsense?"

"Her attacker didn't need the full moon," Draco answered, unfazed. "As long as he was a werewolf, the potion would change his chemistry enough to infect her."

"But... that can't be possible," Teddy said faintly . "I've never seen her transform on a full moon."

Draco glanced down and sighed impatiently. "At the rate the healers slowed down her time, the past twenty years were less than three days for her. One night would have passed in half a second."

Teddy processed this for a moment. "So her body didn't have time to start to change before the full moon was over?"

Draco nodded. "And she is dying from not transforming, she just hasn't had time to die all the way. At least not in her time."

Harry made a sound of disbelief.

Draco turned his glare back on Harry. "If Granger is a werewolf then she wasn't dying when she arrived at St. Mungo's. It was only after she was given the potions that she started dying." His grip tightened on the back of Teddy's shirt. "I'll prove it and you'll have to admit you trusted in idiots."