DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, if I did, I would not be writing fanfiction.

Prologue

My name is Ted Remus Lupin, though everyone calls me Teddy. I was born in 1997 in the midst of one of the largest wizarding wars of the century in which my godfather, Harry Potter, defeated Lord Voldemort. My father, Remus Lupin, and mother, Nymphadora, died in the final battle when I wasn't even a year old. My grandmother, Andromeda Tonks died five years later, and I've been living with my godfather ever since.

My dad is said to have been a brave man, living in a world where he was shunned for being a werewolf. He was a Marauder, along with James Potter, Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew, a traitor. He was also a part of the Order of the Phoenix, a group against Voldemort in the war. That's where he met mom.

She hated her name, and was called Tonks by everyone. She was the clumsiest auror alive, tripping over everything. She was a metamorphmagus, meaning she could change her appearance, and I got that ability too. She was also a full thirteen years younger than dad, which was one of the reasons he was reluctant to date her, too old, too poor, too dangerous. Yet, despite all odds, I was born just to be orphaned.

Here I am today, fifteen years old, dating Victoire Weasley, avoiding the numerous other Weasleys at school and young James Potter so they don't write home saying I'm snogging her. I'm the prince of Gryffindor, and have lead us to victory in Quidditch the last three years as a Chaser. My friends and me are considered the Marauders of the new century, yet we still ace all of our classes and I'm breezing my way to an easy last two years until I join the auror training program that I've already been scouted for, and me and Victoire will marry as soon as she finishes school.

…Okay, that last paragraph is a lie. A complete and total lie. But hey, a guy can dream, can't he?

Truth is, fifth year was both my best and worst year so far. Everything got continually worse until finally I had a stroke of good luck, and guess what. I can't even tell anyone. Hopefully I can let someone read this someday, I'm sure Harry would get a kick out of it.

(To be continued)