Let him begin by saying, his current predicament was not his regular one. And even though he was privy to strange and abnormal and magical situations, these situations were usually planned and if not then they were understandable. Such as the time he may or may not have given his brother thick, rotten troll feet. Which, once more, may or may not have caused the house to tremble with each step.

A gust plastered sandy hair this cheek, he flicked it, trudging over knurly roots whose intentions were to have him nose dive towards the mucus-green mud. Considering his heritage, he was proud to admit he foiled their evil agendas.

A thick branch smacked the side of his head, nearly poking his eye out, he swore loudly. He pressed fingers to his watering eye, peering from his other to check he was as alone as he originally thought. If Ginny had been there, he would have gotten an earful on improper language and a smirk hidden behind a teacup from his godfather.

"oh-hello my dear boy!" The owner of the squeaky voice was a round man; a bushy moustache perched beneath his twitching nose, leaning on the wooden cane in his pudgy hands and on his back a thick muggle traveling bag. Even with the presence of the muggle traveler's rucksack, he highly doubted the man was one. His thick waistcoat, billowing trench coat, neon orange bowtie were a few glaring misconceptions of muggle attire. The man blinked. "Are you lost child?"

He opened his mouth, and then unable to scrimmage another word closed it dejectedly. This appeared to only excite the muggle-man-wannbe. "Well then, allow me to escort you towards the loveliest little vill-"

He listened quietly, adding affirmative noises when they were required, mostly preoccupied with keeping pace with the surprisingly speedy man and untangling his shoes from various roots, stems and dodging thick trunks which had not been there a second before.

When they broke tree cover, he could probably recount the muggle-wanabes grandchild's surprisingly gruesome birth to his latest dream of perilously plowing the forest for creature's unknown. Which was what he was doing as he stumbled upon a muffled swear word and the most darling boy since my own granddaughter sweetinkins Sally.

Safe to say he was silently relieved as the quaint village came into view. The cobbled streets only possessed several people, each staring openly at his unfamiliar face and completely unmuggle clothing.

"Where are you parents, dear boy?" The man questioned suddenly.

"Uhh," Came the intelligent answer, the man tutted grabbing his arm and practically dragged towards an official-looking large shack, he managed to read the words above the door as he was hauled inside. Sheriff Department.

This was going to be tricky. He snatched his hand back, smoothing his robes his frown darkening, as the man emphasized his young wayward soul, his lonely trip inside the traitorous forest. He questioned the man's story-telling ability, for as it was rivetedly woven it lacked any and all truth.

"-right." The man behind the desk drawled, peering at him as though he tasted something bitter. "You got a name?"

He sighed, flicking his sandy hair and stared deadpanned at the uninterested man. "No."

"Oh my dear boy!" His eyebrow twitched. He understood the man was trying to help but honestly, he could have done this alone, perhaps scrounge some charms to track down his wayward godfather and hope he had an idea on what had happened.

For no matter how bright Teddy was, and he admitted he was, this was some high level magical mojo. Magical mojo which he was no way prepared for, in the slightest. "There you are…" Teddy sighed in relief at the familiar voice, grinning he trotted to his concerned godfather. "Thank Merlin." Harry muttered as he pulled Teddy into a tight hug.

Teddy pulled out, concerned about his godfathers tense jaw and white grip on his shoulder. Harry grimaced in his direction, lifting his other hand his features smoothened as he said. "Thank you for your help just got a little lost." He placated the frowning nonmuggle man – it surprised Teddy that he seemed utterly clueless to who his godfather was-, turned on his heel. Teddy fell into step quickly.

"What happened? What is this place? I don't remember much, do you?" Harry smiled at his questions, his strides long and purposeful but his hands fists in his pockets. He nodded towards an alley, they entered and turned a corner towards a deadened where Teddy waited patiently for Harry to claw his way back from the reces of his mind.

Harry paced, his brows furrowed, his lips muttering nervously, sweat beaded on his forehead and a familiar faraway gleam in his eye. Finally he groaned, sliding down the wall to sit on the filthy stones and gave a humorless laugh. "I thought I was done with all this."

Teddy stared at his godfather, the man had always appeared unbreakable, unmovable but Teddy could see the concern and anxiety gnawing at his familiar features. "It's my fault." Teddy wrung his hands and sat opposite his godfather, staring as he dug his shoes into a particularly muddy patch.

Harry nudged him with his foot, lips tilted in amusement. "If anyone's it mine, I couldn't stay away."

"Neither could I." Teddy rebutted, fiddling aimlessly with his muddy laces. Harry sighed, brushing his hair to scratch his scar with a frown. "Harry?" Unable to stay silent any longer. "You know where we are?"

Harrys frown deepened, glancing at the end of the alley and shook his head. "I'm guessing Scotland, Muggle town - probably." Harry smiled as Teddy opened his mouth. "And I have no idea how we got here."

Teddy grunted, staring at the dimming sky, the view seemed daringly familiar but then again, they were stars. "Think we're near Hogwarts?"

Harry shrugged absentmindedly, his back straightened suddenly and Teddy was startled as he bounced to his feet, ruffling a hand through his hair a bright gleam in his emerald eyes. "Harry…?" He asked cautiously.

Harry's grin widened, it faltered then gave way to a hesitant grin. "Sirius, my godfather-" Teddy blinked, unable to understand how his godfather's dead godfather, had to do with their current predicament. "He-eh, he also fell through, here. Well maybe to here- "He chuckled suddenly. "Sorry, I'm not making much sense."

Teddy shrugged, lips twitching into a grin. "I'm used to it."

Harry ruffled his hair, leaping from Teddy's reach with a laugh as he swatted him. Teddy shook his hair out, fingering his natural shade before concentrating on the splash of purple in the sky.

When he opened his eyes, his godfather had that hesitant smile he wore when Teddy did something to remind him of one of his parents. "Come on; let's find a place to sleep." Teddy took his outstretched hand, smoothed his clothing and followed after his searching godfather.

Harry had spotted a humble Inn when he had prowled the village earlier in his search for Teddy, the duo huddled in as the sun settled. A trembling old woman greeted them softly; thick glasses perched on her leathered nose. Harry requested boarding for the two of them, ever polite as the woman painstakingly wrote their names in a crisp lodger.

Teddy sighed, glancing over the floral prints, the quilted carpet and grimaced as a portrait of a cat grinned at him rather malevolently. A sharp sent of mothballs and sour hard sweets swarmed his nose, he resisted the urge to sneeze.

Teddy glanced over the walls, he grunted. "Uuh-Harry?" His godfather was discussing their sleeping arrangements with the old woman, oblivious to Teddys growing trepidation. He began again, thought better of it and trailed a finger upon the paper.

Teddy had several theories; the old lady, may merlin have mercy on her soul, had left it there for, perhaps, sentimental purposes, or maybe she horridly senile. This train of thought was shot down as she eagerly chattered about her daughter's wedding and the dashing young man who resembled Harry, his godfather would later deny the light flush on his cheeks.

Teddy liked to believe she had forgotten about it. He trailed a finger across the pristine paper, a cold invisible hand twisting his gut painfully. "Harry." He called with more urgency. Harry huffed, coming to stand beside him.

"Patience is a virtue Tedd-" Harry paused, his eyes narrowing as if daring the paper to deceive him. Harry's jaw clenched as if the papers existence personally offended him. "Mrs. Lawrence," They lady hummed softly. "Is this calendar, perhaps, not a tad outdated?"

Mrs. Lawrence shuffled towards them, peering through her thick glasses her wrinkly skin sinking into her cheeks. She tufted, straightening stiffly. "Of course not, August 14th 1976 is the current date."

Harry smiled weakly at her puzzled glance. "…how the time flies." He managed tightly, enough to placate the woman. She shuffled from the room with a few brief words, leaving the duo to stare at the calendar.

In a daze Harry had nudged Teddy towards their room, his head lowered; Teddy kept the calendar in his line of sight until they rounded a corner, from there Teddy proceeded to gape at his shoes.

Harry fiddled with their key, entering the dark room they flicked the lights on and sat on the closet bed. Harry's expression was painfully tense. Teddy turned to him. "That can't-can…I don't…never-" Teddy croaked incoherently, he grunted, his head fell to his hands as he attempted to massage the ache from his temples.

Harry wet his mouth and muttered. "Time to go to bed." Teddy gaped at him, startled by the calm tone and complete lack of insinuation to what they had just figured out. Harry stood abruptly, tugging his coat off, kicking his shoes to the opposite side of the room, shooed a startled teddy from the bed and dived into the covers.

Teddy found it hard to speak, suddenly his brain rebooted and he managed to yelp. "What do you mean go to bed? Aren't we going to talk about this?" Teddy stared at Harry's stiff back; he grunted, crossing his arms and glaring at his godfather back. "You can't just ignore it!"

Harry released a shuddering breath; Teddy fiddled with his robe guilty. He hadn't meant to sound like a prat. "We can't do anything now, we'll deal with it the morning." That was the end of it; Teddy sighed flinging his outer robe and setting his shoes beside his pristine, hard bed.

Teddy stared at his socks, wriggling his toes; he glanced at Harry's stiff back flickeringly and stretched his hands above his head. Unable to pull himself under the covers. It was 1976, 1976! Teddy shifted uncomfortably, the air thickening around him and Teddy belated realized panic clasping tightly over his ribs.

Teddy forced himself underneath the thin cover, a shiver running down his spine as he curled away from his godfather and stared at the slither of silver moonlight through the curtain.

The realization left Teddy gasping silently, unwillingly to alert his godfather; he buried his face in the thin pillow, never allowing the moonlight to escape his gaze. For the first time, since he was a month old, his father lived fearing the full moon to rise, his mother was alive probably grinning as she morphed her features for others amusement.

Teddy gripped his pillow tightly, the nails biting into his palm. The two people he had wanted to meet were there, alive and well. They weren't dead; they weren't a memory for his godfather to conjure. They were in reaching distant; all he had to do was find them and he would be able to see them, with his own two eyes! To actually know who they were!

Teddys heart hammered against his ribcage, his thoughts on the moonlight. He knew Harry did not sleep, he did not attempt to. Nor did he try to stop the lone tears from gliding over his nose and damping the coverings.