This is only my second Harry Potter story ever; I'm much more adept at comic book stories and such. But I've recently re-read the books, and become interested in the epic story that is Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks. I don't know that much about the Tonks family, but I know a bit about Lupin, and I know that these type of stories are so typical, but I wanted to write one where Teddy would get to meet him.

So...this is from Teddy's point of view. Everything is pretty much canon, I think. I didn't make anything different on purpose. The ages are as follows: Teddy, 19, Victoire, 17, and Lily, 9. Other ages can be drawn from that, I believe. The other characters are only filler.

The time-travel aspect takes place post-Goblet of Fire and pre-Order of the Phoenix. I don't have a sold storyline yet, but I want to see if anyone likes this.

-HARRY POTTER-

I was woken from my sleep in the most unpleasant way possible. Groaning, my shirt doused in ice-cold water, I sat up to look into the wide brown eyes of Lily Luna Potter. Her face was shining with happiness, but not completely concealing her guilt. I smirked as I realized that she was the granddaughter of a Marauder, after all. Sliding out of bed, I ripped off my sopping wet t-shirt and pulled on a dry one. Lily just stared, and frowned.

"Out, Lils," I said. "Let me change." She crossed her arms and frowned, but when I raised my eyebrows, she reluctantly obeyed. Sometimes she was almost too much like her mother, Ginny.

I pulled on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. Looking at the calendar on the wall, I realized only then that it was Christmas Day, and we were at the Weasley's family home, the Burrow. I turned to the mirror, staring blankly into it. I asked myself the same question I'd asked myself for years.

If I can be anyone…who should I be?

I closed my eyes and my hair slowly changed back to its original form, a lighter shade of brown. It hung in my eyes, causing me to brush it to the side. My eyes, remaining my favourite shade of blue-grey, turned to a picture that I kept on my desk. My parents. The parents I didn't remember…the parents who died fighting against Voldemort. When I didn't change my appearance, I was almost the spitting image of my father…like I was at this moment.

Someone knocked on my door. I groaned, annoyed. "Lily, I'll be out in a minute, all right?" Everyone had told me that the girl had been smitten with me ever since she was old enough. It made me uncomfortable…I didn't know how to deal with something like that.

"Teddy?" a soft voice asked. My ears perked up, and a sparkle appeared in my eyes. (At least, I've been told it happens.) The gentle, mature voice definitely did not belong to the nine-year-old.

I moved over and opened the door to face my best friend, Victoire Weasley. Two years younger than I, she was the closest Weasley relative to my own age. I swallowed. Being her best friend didn't mean that I was immune to her Veela heritage. She was the prettiest and nicest girl I'd ever met; no one at Hogwarts could ever compare. The two years that I was there before her were probably the loneliest years of my life.

"Hi," I said quietly, looking down. But I didn't have to. She lifted my chin gently, her blue eyes sparkling like diamonds. She kissed my forehead, running her fingers through my hair. Oh. I guess I forgot to mention that she's my girlfriend.

"Happy Christmas," she breathed, in between kisses. Once she pulled away, she studied me. "You changed your hair." I started to nod, and she smiled at my hesitance. "I love it." I could feel myself turning red, and I shifted nervously.

"It's…it's my father's," I explained, swallowing again. "I thought that…I dunno…"

"You look like him," she said simply, taking my hand. "Come on. Everyone's already awake." I grimaced, and she smiled. "Don't blame Lily. It was my idea. But I didn't think that…"

I laughed. "I get it. Scared?"

She shoved me playfully and shook her head. "I didn't know if I'd be able to do it." I leaned over and kissed her again, a moan emanating from her mouth.

"I guess I do have powerful methods of persuasion, don't I?" I teased, as she kissed me again. She put a finger against my lips.

"Not a word to the family, Teddy Lupin," Victoire warned me. "Daddy won't give you another moment of peace." I nodded, knowing all too well how protective Weasley men were over the girls in their family. Even if those girls were all grown up.

As I entered the first floor, I was almost immediately crushed with a triple-hug by the Potter kids, James, Albus, and of course, Lily. Within five seconds, two other small bodies, which I figured were Rose and Hugo Weasley, had joined in.

I laughed, Victoire smiling brightly. "All right, all right," I said, slowly gaining control of my body again.

"Happy Christmas, Teddy," Lily said quickly, as if she was afraid that someone would beat her to it. I smiled gently, pulling on her hair.

"Happy Christmas, Lils," I answered, giving her the hug I knew that would make her day. She let go, beaming, running over to her parents, who were sitting on the couch on the other side of the room, talking with the other adults.

"Quidditch, Teddy?" James asked, now accompanied by his favorite cousins, Fred and Roxanne. Fred was the spitting image of his namesake, the twin of his father, George Weasley. Roxanne was a pretty girl with darker skin. Her relationship to her mother, Angelina, was very clear. I frowned, looking back to Victoire.

"I…I'm not sure, guys," I said tentatively. "Maybe later?" They looked a bit let down, but James nodded.

"Yeah, no problem," he said with a shrug. "We'll be in the back." I nodded with a smile as they walked off.

"I'm not making you stay, you know," Victoire said with an amused smile. "I know how much you love Quidditch. Go, play. Have fun."

I shook my head and raised my eyebrows. "Assuming much?" She lightly punched me.

"No," she said, folding her arms across her chest. "But…I do have a present for you." She suddenly looked nervous, but I was sure that I imagined it, because the next second, she was smiling brightly again, as she always did. "Wait here." I watched her disappear up the stairs, wondering what the gift could possibly be that she was so nervous about.

A few minutes later, she came back down, holding a medium-sized package wrapped in scarlet-and-gold paper. She handed it to me shyly, but when we both noticed several of the adults watching us curiously, she muttered, "Come with me," before pulling me out the door.

We walked to the borders of the land that the Weasleys owned, the cool Christmas breeze blowing through our hair and ruffling my shirt.

"I didn't want you opening it with anyone else around," she said quietly, sitting down on the grass and gesturing for me to do the same. I frowned slightly, and slowly pulled off the wrapping. It was a photo album.

I smiled, but looked up, confused. Why would this be something she would want to hide from the adults? She smiled gently and brought herself closer to me, opening it. The first page showed a picture of my parents at meetings of the Order of the Phoenix, followed by individual shots, and a group picture of them all. My parents clearly were not together at this point…merely attracted to one another. At the bottom of the page, in a neat script, it read, "Remus John Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks: destined for each other."

I felt a tear fall down my cheeks, and suddenly realized why she'd wanted to give this to me herself. I flipped through the pages, seeing pictures of me, taken when I had been less than six weeks old. Some included my parents as well. I focused on one where my father was holding me, a smile of pure disbelief and happiness on his face. My mother looked on, beaming. But there was something else in their eyes. They knew a war was coming…already on their doorstep. They knew that they weren't going to survive. I felt another tear trailing from my eye. Each page had a caption of what Victoire had captured from the emotion of the photos. I flipped through the album, seeing more pictures of Harry and I, and the rest of the Potter-Weasleys, and some of me at Hogwarts. Some I vaguely recalled her taking. Some Harry had taken, like my first day of school, right by the Platform as well as a photo of the Hogwarts Express. Turning to the back, I noticed that the last photos were of Victoire and I, taken at school by my friends who were sure that we would end up together someday. The last few proved that they were right. At the bottom of that page, it read, "Teddy Remus Lupin and Victoire Weasley: Story yet to be written." I smiled softly and took her into my arms.

"The last pages are for you to fill in yourself," she whispered. I gazed into her eyes for a moment before closing the gap between us, feeling her lips on mine. I dragged my fingers through her long hair that barely held a hint of orange, the only trace of her Weasley genes.

"Thank you," I whispered back, releasing the kiss, if only for a moment. "This is the best present I've ever been given." I looked back at the album. "How did you find all these?"

She smiled. "I asked various people, from Uncle Harry to Professor McGonagall, if they had any. The responses were unbelievable. I thought it'd be good to tell the story…through pictures."

I grinned lopsidedly…my father's grin. "It's brilliant." And it's the closest I'll ever get to them, I thought sadly, fixing my eyes upon the photo of my father and mother. He was wearing a simple brown traveling cloak, his hair a light brown mixed with grey, scratches on his face. Sadness instantly filled my heart as I realized everything he had been through. As a werewolf, he had been shunned. He hadn't been able to get a job, except maybe in the Muggle world, and that one year that he had taught Harry at Hogwarts. My mother looked over ten years younger than him, but it was clear how much they cared for each other, and I suddenly didn't care about the age difference. She was wearing a Weird Sisters t-shirt and torn jeans, her hair short, a vivid pink. I smiled, continuing to stare. Here it was…the proof that I had always wanted. I had pictures of them…but these somehow showed their character. It showed that they had lives of their own…and were seemingly brought together by fate. I stood up and started to walk back, my nose still stuck in the photo album.

I vaguely heard Victoire admonish me for not looking where I was walking, and she caught up with me and grabbed my hand. I looked up, and saw Lily running out of the house once she saw me. I smiled wistfully, knowing that the time that Victoire and I had was coming to an end.

"Teddy!" I heard the young girl's voice call out to me. "Look out-" But before I could hear the whole warning, I tripped over a tree root that in turn slammed me into the shed. The door broken from the impact, I sat up with a groan. Victoire was staring at me, her eyes anxious.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm…fine…" I said, rubbing the back of my head. Lily rushed into the shed and sat on my other side.

"You sure?" she asked. I smiled and gave her a one-armed hug.

"Yes, Lily, I'm fine," I said, winking at her, causing her to blush. Frowning, she turned.

"What's that?" I sighed, and heaved myself up, Victoire helping me. Looking to where Lily had pointed, I noticed a small gold hourglass falling from a shelf. My eyes widening, I dove to catch it, luckily reaching it before it hit the ground and shattered. But the next thing I knew, it lit up, and all I could see was the confused look on Victoire's face and the scared one on Lily's as the light blinded me. I felt a sudden sense of foreboding…this wasn't good, whatever it was.

-HARRY POTTER-

We crashed into a hardwood floor, all groaning. "Vic? Lily? You girls alright?"

"Yes, I think so," Victoire said, checking the nine-year-old girl to see if she was hurt. She held onto Lily's hand as I observed where we were laying. An old house, by the looks of it…not unlike my grandmother Andromeda's. On the wall hung the heads of dead house-elves, and Victoire instantly covered Lily's eyes, her mouth agape. "Where are we?"

I frowned. I did recognize this house from somewhere. But where…

I stared down the long hallway, where I heard voices arguing about something. My mind flashed back to the hourglass…and I flipped open the photo album that I had been holding onto. The first page…a hallway…just like this one…was where his parents had met. The Order of the Phoenix…

I strained to hear what the voices were saying. A gravelly voice said, "Be that as it may, Sirius, Fudge is intent on locking Potter in Azkaban, no matter the crime. He is desperate."

"Underage wizards are allowed to use magic in circumstances such as a dementor attack," a calmer voice agreed. "But, and no, Padfoot, listen. Mad-Eye is right. The final judgment rests with the Ministry, not us. If Harry is found guilty, then we don't have a say."

"He's just a boy," stated a voice that I recognized, belonging to Victoire's grandmother, Molly Weasley. I frowned at that. Harry wasn't a boy. He was a grown man with three children. And Mrs. Weasley was back at the Burrow, wasn't she? Victoire looked back at me, and I realized that I still hadn't answered her question.

"I have a hunch," I whispered quietly, closing the photo album and storing it in my jacket. "I just hope I'm wrong."

"Teddy…" It was Lily this time. Her voice was scared, and she grabbed my hand.

"I know, Lils," I said softly. "I know you're scared. But I need you to be strong for me, all right?" She wiped her nose and nodded, holding tighter onto me. "I'll get us home."

And with that, I heard footsteps behind us, and a gasp from Victoire. I spun around, my wand at the ready, but I found myself face-to-face with an old man with long silver hair and half-moon glasses, wearing midnight robes and looking at us interestedly. My breath caught in my throat, and I stowed my wand in my pocket. Victoire backed up and held the hand that wasn't occupied by Lily, who was staring openmouthed at the man who had come in the door.

"And how did three youngsters such as yourselves end up here?" he said. His voice was kind, but there was something in his eyes that told me that he knew much more than he should. I saw him gazing at each of us, and knew he could immediately tell that Victoire was part Veela and part Weasley, and that Lily was a Weasley. I suddenly found myself thanking Merlin that I had chosen my certain hair and eyes to be simple today. Could he tell anything from my nondescript brown hair?

I cleared my throat. "Um…sir…we don't know where we are," I said, deciding that timid and respectful was the best way to address this man. He stared us down again, this time turning to Victoire.

"Is this true, young Miss?"

"Yes, sir," she answered, as if talking to a teacher. "We were in the shed at my grandparents' home, and there was a light…and we were here."

He sighed, still not sure what to make of us. I bit my lip and looked back at her, noticing that she had tactfully left out the part about the Time-Turner.

Though I knew exactly who he was-how could I not, there were paintings of him at Hogwarts-I felt like I needed some sort of assurance that my hunch was correct. "I'm sorry, sir…but who are you?"

His eyes twinkled in my direction. "My name is Albus Dumbledore."

-HARRY POTTER-

I'd very much appreciate if I got some feedback, as this is just a trial run to see how people like it. So if you want me to post more, please tell me, because then I'll just continue to write for my own enjoyment and not really post. But it's too much fun to write about the Lupins.

Until next time-

The Drover