He can't see the scar on my eye. He'll know what has happened. I was fake cleaning my room so my dad couldn't see what had happened, he'll freak out if he found out. My name is Edward Lupin, but people call me Teddy. I want to tell my dad about it, but he will never let me go out again.

"Teddy?" my father's voice called through the door.

"Yeah?" I asked sitting down at my desk.

"Can I come in?" he asked.

"Yeah," I say, before sitting down and pretending to work on homework, completely forgetting that I had just graduated from Hogwarts.

My father, Remus Lupin, walked in. I didn't see his face, but I knew he was tired. The full moon was last night.

"What are you up to?" he asked. I nodded at my desk.

"Just some work, um, homework," I lied.

My father sighed. "You're lying."

He pulled up a spare chair.

I sighed. I had known that wasn't going to work. He could tell when I lied. I sighed again, avoiding his eyes. He couldn't see the scar.

"What's wrong?" he asked as I put my hand over the side of my face.

"Notting," I lied again.

My father shook his head.

"Really Dad, I'm fine," I insisted.

My father sighed and walked to the door.

"You can tell me anything, Ted," he said, before leaving the room.

I returned to my fake cleaning thinking about what my father said. Doubts filled my mind. Was I doing the right thing?

However, he couldn't know. He wouldn't be happy. I sighed and stood up.

Maybe I should tell him. I made my way to my door, only to stop when I couldn't see anything out of my injured eye.

"Merlin," I muttered, before walking back over to my desk and sitting down. I waved my hand in front of my eye and sighed.

"Dad's going to kill me," I muttered, looking down at the paper I had put there to try to tick my father into thinking that I was working on something. I can't hide the scar now knowing that there's no way I could hide this.

"Ted?" I looked up to see my father standing in the doorway holding two butterbeers. I smiled holding a piece of paper up to my eye.

"I'm working," I said, trying to sound annoyed, but it came out shaky.

"Are you okay?" he asked, putting the mug down. I nodded and looked away.

"Yeah, thank you. I'm really busy now," I answered, but my voice got shaky.

"Edward, look at me," my father said. I knew I could not hide anymore, but still, I looked down and tried to fake work by writing.

"Edward?" He said, voice harsher this time. My Godbrother James calls it his " Dad voice." I took a deep breath and looked up at him. He gasped and got down to meet my eyes. His hand went over the gash and he sighed. "What happened? This is not an old wound."

"It's a long story," I told him. He stopped staring at the wound and shook his head.

"What happened?" he asked again. At this point, I couldn't avoid it anymore.

"It started when I couldn't sleep last night,"

I couldn't sleep. The full moon does this to me every time. No, I wasn't worried about my father. I knew he would be okay. It was just something about it that didn't make me sleepy. My father said it was a side effect. "The pull of the moon" he called it. I sighed and looked out the window. Going outside would be a bad idea, but I needed fresh air. Taking a deep breath, I opened the window and climbed down.

The fresh air was making me sleepy. This was a clever idea. However, something fell off. I was walking back home when I heard a howl. All my life I lived with a werewolf, so I knew what that meant, a werewolf was nearby. I let out a shaky breath before I started to run.

I made it back to my house, a small smile appearing. However, before climbing the window, I felt hot breath on my neck. There was a burning sensation as the monster turned around and slashed me in the eye. I grabbed my eye and cried out in pain.

"Ow, ow!" I cried before I panted with exertion as I began to climb up to my window.

While telling my story, I looked out my window avoiding my father's eyes. He sighed.

"Ted, we talked about this. No, going outside on the full moon," he said slowly, looking over my eye in concern again. "We should get you to the hospital," he said, standing up. I took a deep breath before I went back to fake writing. "Ted…"

I looked up and smiled a little. "Sorry, I'm afraid they won't be able to fix my eye. I can't see out it now," my voice was quiet.

My father sighed sadly. "We can figure it out. Come on, we should go now."

I finally nodded and followed him out of my room.

Bringing a notepad with me to write. Mainly because I was too scared to think about the fact that I might be blind in one eye.

"Teddy?" I looked up to see my father looking at me worriedly.

"What are you writing, Ted?" He asked me. I closed my eyes.

"I'm not really writing," I told him, opening my eyes. "I'm trying to hide from everything."

"Why are you hiding?" he asked me. A part of me knew that he knew the answer. "They're not going to judge you for your eye— no one can be scared of you for that," my father muttered.

I took a deep breath. My father was right. I ran my hand over my scarred face. I knew he was talking about being a werewolf and he might be blaming himself for this happening.

"You're not to blame for this, Dad. This is all my fault," I said firmly and looked around the muggle hospital. Dad decided to go to this one instead of a wizard hospital. I opened my mouth to say something else when a nurse walked out.

"Edward?" I looked up to her and stood up. Dad stayed where he was.

"Good luck, Ted," he told me before I followed the nurse. I smiled, thinking I would be just fine.

A/N: Summary: Remus lives AU: Teddy gets hurt by a werewolf and tries to hide it from Remus.

House: Hufflepuff

Class: Charms

Standard

Prompts: [Activity] Pretending to work and [Restriction] First-person

Word count; 1081

Warnings: eye injury