A Different Path: Reading Goblet of Fire Perview
Jun 12, 2012 22:17:26 GMT -5
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Post by Choices HP on Jun 12, 2012 22:17:26 GMT -5
Chapter One
The House
The House
A boy of eighteen years of age was sitting in a house, looking straight ahead like he was waiting for something to happen. He had been through so much to get to this house … in this particular house at this particular time. He had to say goodbye to a life that he had loved, so he could risk a future that was sad and yet peaceful. All for what? A chance to meet his family, to finally know where he came from. A smile stretched across his face as he thought of this, it was the one thought that have driven him forward since he got here a month ago.
He didn't, or was it more like he couldn't, realize how hard it was going to be on him once he got here, knowing that he was alone now. He missed the family he had gain over the years, and it felt odd that he was trying to make sure the world he came from would not exist … at least not in the world he was in now. It was odd knowing that the people he had grown to love might never exist in this reality. He shook his head, it was too late to worry about that now. Somehow, he would make sure none of the good things changed.
He looked down at his hands and thought of what he has been doing this last month. Procuring the place that he was sitting in now, putting spells on it that were both hard to break and untraceable. He realize quickly that he never would have been able to accomplish his task if he didn't have help. If the family hadn't pulled together their resource and prepared him for this mission, he wouldn't even have made it to this time period, let alone had a chance to make the plan work out in the end. He promised himself that he wouldn't let them down for all the hard work they had done.
Yesterday he had finished the necessary spells that would insure he would have a safe environment for what he needed to accomplish. He would have at least a week an a half to accomplish his task, even though physically only ten hours would past (and hour for each day). However, he was now drained of his energy and he was really glad when aid had come to him from a very unexpected and yet helpful source. He was sure that he wouldn't have been able to summon everyone to him easily and it was going to take him at least four days before he could even think about doing it. However, with the helpful creature he would be able to do it now.
He suddenly heard a soft song that seemed to fill his chest at first and then his entire being, which snapped him out of his thought. The first person was coming soon, he hoped that no one was going to overreact to being summoned like this …
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A boy woke up with a start. He had been dreaming of something that he couldn't quite remember and didn't feel too incline to try, knowing it would just make things worse. He looked over at the clock besides his bed and groaned. It was only seven in the morning, he would have had another few hours of peaceful sleep if it wasn't for that stupid dream, but he now knew he couldn't sleep after that. He got up and looked around his room as he ruffled his permanently messy hair, wondering what he was going to do now. He seriously hoped that he could at least stay up in his room for he had no desire to spend more time with his so call family (and they would prefer that he would stay away from them as well).
He sighed when his stomach growled, knowing that he was going to have to brave going downstairs now, and he pray his aunt wasn't up yet. He was at least encouraged by the thought that things hadn't been so bad this summer so far because his family thought that his godfather, who had just escaped from Azkaban (a prison for wizards), would come after them if he was being mistreated. Still, this thought only made him remember his dream, the one where he was with his godfather, away from his family that hated him (and he loath in return) and he was actually happy. It was hard every time he woke up from that dream when he realized that he was still at Privet Dr.
As the boy reached the bottom step he felt something very light land on his hand and the next thing he knew there was a pull against his navel and before he could even start to panic he was zipped away from his home and landed in a strange room. The boy immediately pulled out his wand from his back pocket, glad that he had decided to take it with him as he left his room. But no one was there.
Suddenly there was a bluish flash and three people were in the room. The boy's wand immediately pointed at them, but he lowered it almost at once as he recognized who these people were … or at least who one was and he could guess who the other two were.
"Hermione!"
"Harry!" the girl with bushy brown hair said. "What's going on? Where are we?"
"I don't know," Harry said, trying to sound calm, but he was just as wary as Hermione seemed to be, he looked at the other two people in the room, a woman with wavy brown hair and brown eyes, both the same shade as Hermione's. The man had black hair and blue eyes, but there was no denying that Hermione got most of her features from him. Though Harry had seen these people a few times before he never really had a chance to talk to them. Still, he smiled at them in what he hoped to be a reassuring way. Judging by there wide eyes … it wasn't working very well.
However, before he could say anything the bluish light flashed again, and two more people were in the room. Before he could even raise his wand (and he noticed that Hermione moved to do the same), he recognize the man closest to him and took a step before he flung his arms around the man crying, "Sirius!"
"Harry?" Sirius said, obviously taken back by being hugged by his godson just after being transported into a strange room. That didn't last long as his eyes meet the other man that was just transported in the room and he felt a little of his fear leave him. He was able to hug his godson back before pulling away and saying, "What's happening … how did I get here?"
"I don't know," Harry shrugged. "I just got here a minute ago."
"Hm …" the other man said, obviously uncomfortable with this situation.
"Professor Lupin," Harry said, feeling a little sheepish that he didn't notice that it was him at first. Harry felt a fleeting desire to run to Lupin as well, hugging his old professor but at the same time felt that it would be awkward to do that, so he settled with just smiling at him. "It's good to see you again."
"Yes, it certainly is, and I would prefer if you call me Remus, Harry, seeing as I'm no longer your professor," Remus said.
"Er … I'll try," Harry said, knowing it would be difficult to switch to calling him that.
"Professor Lupin?" the woman said, looking visibly more relax upon hearing the name (knowing that her daughter really looked up to this man), but still wary.
"Yes, Remus John Lupin," Remus said, smiling at her and the man that was in the room, "I take it you are Hermione's parents."
"Yes, Juliet Granger and this is my husband Duncan," Juliet said.
"It's nice to …" Remus started to say but just at that moment another flash come (which had made Remus jump, for he didn't know what was going on), and seven people were now in the room as well.
As soon as the plump woman landed on the ground she got up to stand in front of the rest of the people that had just arrived, all of which had brilliant red hair. She seemed to be trying to shield what was obviously her family from whatever danger might be before her. Her eyes scan the room quickly and she felt herself relax sightly as she recognize a good deal of the people in the room, however, that was all ruined when she saw the last man that was there.
"SIRIUS BLACK!" the woman screeched, pulling out her wand, her eyes filled with anger and fear.
"No!" Harry said as he watched his godfather raise his hands in a defensive way, terror clear on his face. Harry looked back at the woman, her eyes were growing colder and he feared that she would do something terrible … believing that she was protecting her family from a criminal. Harry, though deathly afraid of the look in the woman's eyes, step between her and Sirius, his arms raised. "Mrs. Weasley don't …"
"Harry!" Mrs. Weasley said and she paled in agony as she looked at him. She could not hurt Harry anymore than she could hurt one of her own children but he was standing in front of one of the most dangerous men in country. A remorseless killer that had been responsible for so many deaths … including (though not directly) Harry's own parents. Clearly this man had confused Harry in some ways, to make the boy protect him like this.
"Harry, get out of the way," Sirius said, turning even more pale at the thought of Harry protecting him like that … this woman looked like she was ready to kill and if he believed what Fabian and Gideon had told him, Molly Weasley wasn't someone you wanted this angry with you.
The red haired man looked at the preceding that were going on here with apprehension, he didn't know why Harry would protect this criminal, but he feared … like his wife … that it was some kind of enchantment. His fear only increase when he raised his wand and Hermione, his youngest son's other best friend stood in front of him, her eyes looking exactly as Harry did. However, that was what made him feel so odd, their eyes were filled with worry and pleading, whereas they should have been blank and dull if they really were being enchanted.
"He's a murder Harry … please get out of the way!" Molly pleaded with him, all the while keeping her eyes on Sirius in case he made a move. It wasn't like he could even if he wanted to, not having a wand, but she didn't know that.
The Grangers moaned at this, seeing their daughter standing in front of a murderer made them want to move and pull her away but Remus, who was looking grave and had no idea what he could do to help his friend, held a hand in front of them. He was hoping that this will be resolved without violence and knew that if he was even to raise his wand in the defense of Sirius it would only make the situation worse.
"Put you wand down Mum!" the youngest Weasley boy said, walking around his mum's outstretch arm and standing in between his friends.
"Ronald …!" Molly moaned miserably and her husband looked more shocked and confused than ever.
"He wasn't the Potter's secret keeper and he didn't kill all those people Mum!" Ron said firmly, his eyes too seemed to be pleading his mum to believe him.
"Ron …" his dad started to say shaking his head, this couldn't possible be true, there was too much evident that the man in front of them had done those things. But how could Ron be effected by whatever enchantment the other two seemed to be under?
"It's the truth, Arthur," Remus spoke at last, his voice sounding grave. "I know what you're thinking … I believed the stories too … gave evidence that Sirius was their secret keeper …"
"Because I wanted you to think I was," Sirius said, his tone was grave, too. He would never forgive himself for not trusting Remus … for trusting the rat instead …
"But it was Peter Pettigrew," Remus said.
"That preposterous!" Arthur said. "Peter was killed … killed by Black!"
"I wish!" Sirius snorted darkly, which caused Harry to groan, because this didn't really make him seem that innocent at the moment.
"Then where is Pettigrew … if you didn't kill him?" Molly huffed, clearly she didn't believe this story. "Where has he been the last thirteen years?"
"In our house," Ron said and everyone looked at him questioningly.
"Pettigrew was an Animagus," Remus explained, "he got away from Sirius after killing those twelve people by turning into a rat."
"A rat?" the Weasleys all exclaimed in various degrees of shock … Molly and Arthur still seemed skeptical.
"Scabbers to be exact," Ron added darkly, his fist clenched.
"This … it's not …" Molly said shaking her head.
"Please Mrs. Weasley!" Harry said again, his pleading eyes boring into hers, and they were so sad … terrified … that she felt her wand lower without conscious thought of doing so. "He's my godfather …"
"Harry," Molly moaned, she couldn't stand the pain looked in his eyes … couldn't stand that she was the one putting it there. But could she really trust that it was safe to lower her wand? She did lower it slowly, but she keep her eyes on Sirius all the same, with four of her children being behind her, she was going to take every precaution.
"Mother, I don't think this is wise, Sirius Black is a dangerous criminal!" the eldest boy there said.
"Lighten up Percy, Harry said that he was innocent and I for one believe him," one of the identical twins said.
"And what if you're wrong, Fred," Percy raised his eyebrow.
"I'm not Fred, I'm George …" Fred started to say and Percy rolled his eyes.
"How about Arthur checks if Sirius has a wand or any other weapon," Remus said in a soothing voice. "And I will give you mine as well. I don't want you to feel threatened in here."
"That sounds reasonable to me," Arthur said and Molly nodded her head, so he performed the spell that showed that Sirius didn't have any kind of wand or weapon and took Remus's wand.
"Er … I'm sorry, but I don't understand what's going on here?" Duncan questioned, looking at Sirius warily as he now held Hermione's shoulder.
"Well, I supposed I should try to explain," Harry said and told the Grangers and the Weasley the jest of what happened with Sirius the last year.
"You seriously broke out of Azkaban because you wanted to protect Harry!" Molly said, not convinced if she should believe Sirius but still finding that admirable if it was true.
"Siriusly," Sirius smiled, causing Remus's lip to turn upward as he shook his head. It had been a long time since he heard his friend use his favorite pun. Before they could say anything else however, there was a flash of light and someone new had join the group.
This newcomer had blonde hair tied in a dignified knot, green eyes and a curious expression. She seemed to be just as wary as everyone else that had come into the room, though she relaxed as she looked at the Weasleys. When her eyes landed on Sirius she too exclaimed, like Molly had,
"SIRIUS BLACK!"
However, unlike Molly she ran to Sirius and hugged him, much to the surprise of everyone in the room.
"Sirius it is you, isn't it?" the woman said excitedly.
"Er … yeah?" Sirius said, confused, having no clue who this woman was.
"You don't remember me," the woman than pouted, "Oh, that's right I'm blonde right now … well I had to be because I was just about to take my Auror exam …. normal I wouldn't have cared that much about my hair but Moody said that they wouldn't take me seriously if I had pink hair and they're already going to mark me down enough because I'm such a klutz … Anyway, here, I think that this should help you remember …." she said this all very fast, causing everyone to look at her oddly, then she screw up her face like she was concentrating on something and suddenly her hair turn electric pink.
"Little Nymphy …. is that you?" Sirius exclaimed this time, a big grin on his face, the last time he had seen this girl she was five.
'Little Nymphy' eye's flashed when she heard that name and she draw her wand and put it between Sirius eyes. "No one …. and I mean no one calls me Little Nymphy! Do I make myself clear, Sirius?"
"Yeah," Sirius nodded his head, he sure was getting threatened a lot today. "You didn't mind so much the last time I saw you," he grumbled when she lowered her wand.
"Sirius, I was five!" the woman rolled her eyes.
"Whatever," Sirius chuckled again. "So what am I supposed to call you now then?"
"Tonks," the woman said.
"Going with your surname I see …. but it suits you," Sirius said, added the last part hastily as she narrowed her eyes at him. "Anyway, I'm just glad that someone seemed to be happy to see me …."
"Of course I'm happy to see you," Tonks said. "I never really believed that you could have done those things they said you did …. it just didn't fit with the Siri that use to give me piggy-back rides …."
"Thanks …. you don't know how much it means that someone believe that I wouldn't do that," Sirius beamed at her and Remus bowed his head.
"Yeah well, I wouldn't come around our house though …. Mum will kill you if she sees you," Tonks warned him seriously.
"Andy must really hate me," Sirius sighed.
"Obviously … imagine how you would feel if the only decent member of your family turned out to be the Blackest of them all," Tonks said, seeming amused by her own pun. It seemed that Sirius liked it too because his barking laughter joined her.
"She's part of your family?" Harry questioned, really starting to wonder who this girl is.
"Merlin's bread! You're Harry Potter!" Tonks exclaimed, obviously she hadn't realized that the black hair boy was actually the Harry Potter when she had first arrived.
"Yes …. I know," Harry said, his eyes narrowing in his annoyance.
"Er …. sorry," Tonks said, looking down sheepishly as her cheeks started to turn red. Her face than screwed up in concentration and her hair turn the same color as her cheeks giving the impression that it was caused by her blush too.
Harry couldn't help but chuckled at that as several people in the room joined him.
"What are you?" a girl with red hair asked, who was the youngest of the Weasley kids.
"Ginny, don't be rude!" Molly reprimanded her.
"I'm a metamorphmagus," Tonks said smiling.
"Really …. I've read all about them, they're supposed to be really rare …." Hermione started to say but another flash cut her off.
There was now a round face boy in the room looking around in trepidation.
"Neville!" several people said.
"Harry," Neville said looking relieved that he was surrounded by familiar faces. "Hermione, Ron …. where are we …?"
"No clue," Ron answered with a shrugged.
"Why are we here?" Neville than asked.
"No clue," Ron repeated his answer and Neville looked at Hermione, who shook her head and said, "I don't know either."
Neville frowned, but didn't say anything else, he just went to stand near his friends, taking in the faces of everyone else that was there. He of course recognized most of them, expect for the girl with pink hear and the a man and woman that he assumed were Hermione's parents. Then his eyes widen and he gasped as he looked at the man in the filthy prison robes.
"Don't worry, Sirius is innocent," Harry sighed, when he noticed his friend reaction. Neville still looked terrified but he nodded his head, he believed Harry.
The next flash didn't come too much longer after that, revealing a man with long red hair.
"Bill!" Molly said happily, but scared at the same time. She still didn't know what was going on here and was wary that yet another one of her family members was in possible danger.
"Mum?" Bill said in confusion as he looked around the room.
"We were all transported to this weird room, you get use to it after awhile," George said.
"Right?" Bill said still confused but before he could say anything more there was another flash of light indicated a new arrival.
"What the …?" the boy with white blonde hair say, his cold gray eyes took in the sight of everything. He felt increasingly uncomfortable, as he realized that he was in a room full of people he loathed.
"What the hell are you doing here Malfoy?" Ron questioned angrily, reaching for his wand.
"He is here because I want him here," a voice said from behind them all, causing them to turned to look at the new comer. He had turquoise hair and eyes that almost seemed to match it.
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The boy watch with anticipation on his face, wanting to see who would be the first to come. He hid in the shadows, the walls bending to his will and allowing him to see but not be seen. He smiled when he realize that Harry was first, it was fitting in a way. It also made him feel more comfortable, for though Harry might still be just a boy, and even odder was that Harry now younger than him, there was still a presence about him that made the turquoise haired boy relax.
Then Hermione and her parents came, another reassuring presence for the boy. But he barely had time to notice them before the man that he has wanting to see since he understood the meaning of words had come. His father.
His father looked just as he had imagined him to be, older than his actually years, a tired and drawn expression, his clothes were shabby. However, his eyes were kind and when he smile you can see that he knew how to have a good time. The boy stared longingly at this man, hardly noticing the conflict between the red hair family and the man name Sirius. Luckily things resolved themselves there without him getting involved, though he noted that he would have to say something before long.
The next person to show up made the boy's heart start to hammer in his chest, though there was nothing that he recognized by her appearance. He knew it could only be his mum, and though the pictures he had of her were different than what she looked like now, it didn't matter. She could change the way she looked just as easily as he could. Still, when she did turn her hair to pink, he smiled, remembering all the stories his grandma told him about his mum.
He waited for the rest of the people to come, just itching to go out there and join them so they could start making a difference. Or maybe he was just itching to see his parents and talk to them at last. When the last person showed up a bird flew towards him, landing on his shoulder. The boy brought a hand up to stroke the bird.
"Thanks again Fawkes," he said softly. "You got them here a lot easier than I would have thought."
The bird thrilled softly before it disappeared again and the boy listened to what was going on. He heard his opening when Ron had questioned why Draco was there. And he answered the questioned, reminding himself not to let anyone know who's child he was yet. He wanted to see what his parents were like without having them know the truth.
"He is here because I want him here," he said walking out to meet the group at last.
"And who are you exactly?" Draco asked, in a drawling voice.
"My name is Theodore, but everyone calls me Teddy."
"Do you have a last name to go with that?" Remus inquired.
"Well of course I do, but I think I will hold off telling you that for a while," Teddy said, having some trouble hiding his smile, not to mention the longing look he wanted to give his father.
"Fine then, why did you bring us all here?" Bill asked.
"To read," Teddy answered vaguely, and again was having trouble not smiling, this time though more out of amusement than anything else.
"I think I'm going to like this guy," he heard George 'whisper' to Fred, who was grinning.
"This isn't a joking matter, what is going on?" Hermione said firmly to Teddy, who gulped slightly at the look she was giving him and answered immediately. He couldn't help it, he'd seen that look before and it always meant trouble if he didn't obey.
"I came from the future …." Teddy started to say.
"Don't be ridiculous, how could that possibly be true?" Molly said.
"He's from the future, coming back here to change the past!" Fred exclaimed chuckling.
"You took the words right out of my mouth," Teddy smiled, but it faded when he saw the disapproving look in his dad's eyes. Looking at the man that was one of the main reasons why he had came back he knew he had to be more serious.
"It's not safe for anyone to come back in time, especially if this is just some kind of joke …." Remus started to say.
"I assure you that I am taking this matter seriously," Teddy said to Remus. "And this isn't just something I thought up as a whim …. though I must admit that I have been thinking about a day like this for as long as I can remember."
"I see," Remus frowned, he was having trouble reading the boy.
"Why are you here, Teddy?" Harry asked and the boy looked at him and smiled again.
"There's not much to say really," Teddy sighed. "It's best if we just read the books to see what's going to happen …. but I supposed you're right, I should tell you why I'm here at least. I come from a world that had survived another great war against Voldemort …."
Several people shivered at the name, and Teddy was amused by that fact.
"You-Know-Who doesn't win, does he?" Hermione asked, looking pale. It was the only reason she could think of for someone coming from the future to try and change things.
Teddy chuckled, shaking his head. "You don't know how odd it is hearing you call him You-Know-Who …. But to answer your question Hermione, no …. Voldemort doesn't win."
"If he doesn't win, then why did you come back?" Tonks asked who was looking at Teddy very curiously, there was just something about him that drew her to him.
Teddy's eyes seemed to look at her hungrily for a moment before his expression grew tight, "just because Voldemort was defeated doesn't mean that good people weren't lost …. and that there wasn't a lot of other damages done."
"Hm …. it seems reckless to go back for something like that," Hermione pointed out.
"Would you have done anything different if you could have save someone you cared about?" Teddy questioned.
"How do you know that by coming back here now won't make it so Voldemort wins this time?" Hermione felt that she had to say, but she knew that Teddy had a point.
"Of course there is no guarantees," Teddy said sadly, "and I supposed I'm taking a few risk that I shouldn't," he eyes traveled to Draco before he continued, "but I believe that the benefits will outweigh the risk …. Besides, it wasn't only my choice to make …. most of you in this rooms have agreed to this as well."
"Really? Would that include us as well?" Duncan asked, who had been silence until this moment, mostly because he felt out of place here in a room full of magical people.
"Well, not exactly, but Hermione wanted you to be here," Teddy smiled at them kindly. "She felt that you deserved to know what happened."
"Which is obviously not how she feels right now," Juliet noted, looking at her daughter who was standing behind Harry looking very worried.
"I imagined not," Teddy chuckled softly, "as for the rest of you, you will all play a part in the battle that is to come, a battle that I hope we will find a way to prevent from happening all together."
"Hope …. you mean you don't have a plan already figured out," George said. "What kind of future psychic man are you?"
Teddy laughed at this, "one with four books that hopefully will help us. I wasn't actually born until the very end of the war so I don't know too much about the details of what went on. Of course I know somethings that will happen, but not everything."
"So these books …. what are they about?" Ginny asked.
"They're about how the second war will start and finish," Teddy said. "They cover the next four years of your lives …. though they will be from mostly Harry's point of view so he, Ron and Hermione, will be the main focus."
"Isn't that just fantastic," Harry grumbled as Draco groaned, who now looked confused by Harry's tone.
"I know you don't like this," Teddy said, "but trust me, if you want to find out a way to destroy Voldemort quicker than you did in the books, there is no better view point we could have used."
"Very well," Harry said. "I supposed we should get to reading than. What is the first book called anyway."
"Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire," Teddy said, and he noticed Molly and Arthur look surprise at that, wary of what that might mean. He then looked at Sirius and said, "There something that I have to clarify before I read on."
"What's that?" Arthur questioned.
"That Sirius Black is innocent, what Harry and the other said earlier was completely true," Teddy said.
"I see," Arthur said, "then I supposed I should give Remus his wand back …."
"How do you know this boy is tell the true?" Percy asked apprehensively.
Arthur looked at Teddy closely for a long time before smiling, "I just do. I've always trusted my intuition, and it's telling me that we can trust him."
Percy scowled but didn't argue with his dad anymore.
"Shall I start reading?" Teddy then questioned, looking slightly flustered but pleased that Arthur trusted him.
"Just one second …. how did you get this …. er …. these books?" Hermione asked. "Something tells me that Harry isn't going to willing tell his life story."
"No, I don't really see him doing that either," Teddy chuckled. "It was a spell that …. well, that you invented actually …."
"I invented a spell!" Hermione said, looking excited at that information.
"Several actually, but that's not important now," Teddy said, it was going to take him awhile to adjust to to how different and yet the same the people in the room were now from what they were like in the future. "This particular spell made it so you could record certain facts about a certain time period from a certain prospective. In this case you made it so that it would gather any relative facts from your fourth year at Hogwarts, following the events of that year and centered mostly around Harry."
"Okay," Hermione said, seeming satisfied by the answer.
"I have a question, too," Remus said, looking at Teddy with an odd expression.
Teddy couldn't quite meet his eyes, afraid that the older man would see the truth and he didn't want that to happen for as long as possible. "Yes?"
"If most of us had agreed to this plan, why were you the one that was sent back?" Remus asked.
"It's a one way ticket …. I can't go back to where I came from," Teddy answered, feeling a little sheepish, he was supposed to have said this before. He heard gasped from several of the people in the room. "That doesn't mean that there isn't still a Teddy in that time period …. This is sort of an alternate reality to the one that I have just left. That world will continue to exist no matter what goes on here.
"Anyway, as you can image not too many people wanted to come here into a reality were they already lived through …. and they didn't want to give up everything that they had gained over the years. Seeing as this spell was only created a few years ago it was a lot to give up …."
"Then why did you want to come?" Ginny asked, looking sad.
"Because I had something to gain by coming back, and not as much to lose," Teddy smiled at her sadly. "My parents were killed within a month after I was born and I wanted to get to know them …."
"Oh," several people said, looking at the boy sadly, several of them wanting to comfort him but none of them knew him that well so it felt awkward. Harry's eyes in particular showed a painful understanding of what the boy (who admittedly seemed to be a little older than him, he was at least out of Hogwarts) went through.
"It's not quite as bad is it seems," Teddy said kindly, looking only at Harry when he said this, he didn't trust himself to not give it away if he were to look at either of his parents. "I was raised in a loving family environment with the best godfather that I could imagine …."
"Well I guess I must be your godfather then," Sirius said smugly, though his eyes were hard. He hated to think of more families being ripped apart all because another round of fighting started.
Teddy chuckled. "Not quite, but that's enough about me for now, we really should start reading."
