This is my first fanfic in a while, a long while. I apologize to anyone who was following my earlier ones; they just kind of ended. I lost inspiration. Hopefully that doesn't happen to this one, but you never can be sure. This particular story is inspired by a roleplay I once did. Sadly the other person cut it off, but I figured it would make for good fanfiction. So here it is, for Tannis, Jassmin and any other devoted followers I have gained over the last year. I might edit it at any time and chapters will be added sporadically when I feel in the mood. Also I have disclaim that no, I am not J. K. Rowling. If I was that would be pretty gosh darn cool.

It started with a tug, like a child pulling on his shirt in a request for play. But almost immediately that tug became a jerk and finally a yank, and one Teddy Remus Lupin found himself being squeezed through space itself. But he wasn't just being squeezed; he was being compressed and contracted from all directions. Stretched and twisted as if some sick minded deity wanted to shove his entire being into a drinking straw. And then it was over. Teddy felt his feet land softly on thick summer grass and was immediately bombarded by the thick scent of fresh cookies and old wood.
He knew the apparition process had only taken a moment, but it felt as if he hadn't seen solid ground in a long time. Teddy felt a firm hand clasp his wrist and pry his fingers apart. He had forgotten for a moment he wasn't alone.
"Nicely done Teddy," an equally firm voice sounded. Teddy looked over at his Grammy Dromeda and forced a small smile.
"Easier than I thought," he managed to say through still-clenched teeth. Then a feeling rushed up through his and he vomited all over his grandmother's shoes.
"S'all right son," the older woman smiled, "most people upchuck the first time. You develop an iron stomach through practice." She pulled out her wand and effortlessly cleaned off her soiled shoes.
Teddy nodded faintly, his head spinning slightly. He dearly hoped it wouldn't be that wretched every single time; he turned 17 in less than a year's time and would be getting his apparition license soon after that. That is, if he managed to apparate without tossing his cookies a few times.
"Come along," Andromeda said, "smells like Molly's got supper on for us." His grandmother started briskly towards the distant figure of the Burrow, Teddy jogging along behind just to keep up.

The moment he crossed the threshold of the yard, several squeals of excitement erupted as a hoard of Weasley children came running out. There were Harry and Ginny's kids and Ron and Hermione's, all tripping over each other in excitement.
"Teddy!" they all cried.
"Hi guys," Teddy smiled, prying children off of his arms, legs and waist, "how's it going?" As he spoke he scanned the crowd of emerging Weasleys and spouses for one more face. One blond, perfect, amazing girl.
"Teddy!" a voice sang above all others and a figure emerged from the mass. It was Victoire Weasley.
"Tori!" Teddy couldn't help but exclaim and grasped her in a tight embrace. The last few weeks since school let out had been lonely without Tori at his side. Even though they were a year apart at Hogwarts, it seemed he was never without her during the school year. When he'd gone home at the end of term as he'd always done, he'd started counting down the days until the Weasley reunion. By blood Teddy wasn't a Weasley, but in every other aspect he was a part of the family.
"Blue today?" she laughed in that tinkling joyous sound Teddy could never forget as she ruffled his messy aquamarine 'do.
"I knew it was your favourite," Teddy chuckled and hugged her in tighter before kissing her smack dab on the lips.
"Eww, Teddy's snogging Tori," Little James Potter called and everyone laughed a little, but Teddy didn't hear them. He was just happy to be back with Victoire.
"Maybe we shouldn't give Teddy and Tori such a hard time," James' father and Teddy's own godfather, Harry commented, "Why I remember snogging your very mother in the room of requirement back in my sixth year." This was answered by a chorus of "ewwww!"s from the children as the crowd started back inside. Teddy could've sworn he saw Harry wink at him out of the corner of his eye as he headed inside.
"I missed you," Victoire said, finally pulling away.
"Me too," Teddy replied, looking over at the illuminated window where the silhouette of what could only be Molly Weasley was chopping up some lentils, "maybe we should head inside."
"Sounds like a plan," Tori replied, grasping his hand and pulling him inside. Teddy had forgotten all about the pains of apparition.

Several hours later, after a hearty feasting and many family stories, Teddy found himself once more being pulled by Victoire. All the children were in bed, including supposedly him and Tori, and the adults were catching up downstairs. But were they in bed like they were supposed to be? Not in the least bit.
"So what are we doing again?" Teddy asked as Victoire pulled him up another flight of stairs.
"Checking out some history," Victoire answered, finally coming to a stop underneath a heavy trapdoor.
"Why now at 11:42 at night?" Teddy asked.
"Cause grandpa Arthur doesn't like people up here, so we have to do it in secret," Tori answered simply, and swing down the trapdoor revealing what could best be described as an attic. She then motioned for Teddy to go first.
Teddy was tempted to protest, but his curious side took over. He never was one for strict adherence to rules; gram always said he got that from his mum.
"Sounds cool," Teddy replied finally and started up the ladder. He found himself in a room of boxes. Big boxes, little boxes, full boxes, empty boxes. And there was so much stuff. As he was busy taking it all in Tori must have come up behind him. He heard her riffling around for a few moments.
"Aha!" she cried, "here it is." She pulled out a dusty box filled with a menagerie of items. There were several old pictures, a locket, some scraps of paper, and an assortment of trinkets.
"What's so special about all this?" Teddy asked, kneeling down beside her and pulling out a photo, blowing off the thin film of dust as he did so. When he saw the picture his jaw dropped.
"That's what," Victoire said softly. Teddy was holding what looked like a large group photo. Written across the top in elaborate letters was "The Second Order of the Phoenix" below were so many familiar faces. Molly and Arthur Weasley, their red hair unyet streaked with the grey Teddy had come to recognize. Victoire's parents, Bill and Fleur before her dad's accident. Dumbledore. Snape. Kingsley who was now Minister of Magic. All the other aurors. And there, on separate sides of the picture yet seemingly meant to be together; Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks. His father was smiling, his hair a mess and his jacket unbuttoned. He looked exactly like everyone said. As the picture moved he drummed his fingers on his knee and appeared to be humming a tune. Meanwhile, across the page his mother stood out like a firecracker with her vibrant pink hair and the way her picture-self kept gazing absentmindedly up at the ceiling. They were the parents Teddy never got to know. The parents he never had. And here was a picture of them; the first picture of them together that Teddy had ever seen. He clasped the picture tight to his chest.
"Teddy, I," Victoire started, but she was suddenly speechless as she pulled out a delicate object on a thin golden chain.
"Is that a...is that a time turner?" Teddy asked, tucking the picture into his pocket, once again overcome by curiosity.
"I think so, maybe it was Aunt Hermione's from her third year," Victoire carefully turned the device over a few times.
"Let me see," Teddy said and grabbed it from her hand. But rather than his fingers encircling the time turner itself, they caught on the thin chain and the entire thing flew straight up in the dusty attic air before falling in seemingly slow motion to earth. Teddy tried to catch it, but missed and the tiny gold thing shattered against the wooden floorboards.
"Nice going Teddy," Tori said. Teddy went to reply, but a thin stream of dust started flying from the smashed time turner, then a large stream, finally a storm. Teddy soon found himself and Victoire in a swirling golden dust storm. He could barely open his eyes against the stinging dust, let alone see Tori not three feet from him. It sounded like she was saying something, probably scolding him, but he couldn't hear over the whistling of dust. He reached out to the smashed object, figuring maybe there was an off switch. As he grasped the chain, Tori's hand found his hand and suddenly the world turned very black. A now familiar hook grabbed Teddy and Victoire, pulling them both through space and this time, time itself. It wasn't quite like apparition though. There was no squeezing or twisting. Just spinning round and round and round with not knowing when it would stop. But then, as sudden as the apparition, it all stopped. Teddy and Victoire landed with a hard thump.
"Bloody hell," Teddy swore softly rubbing his knee where it had made contact with a nearby chair as they landed.
"I'll say," Victoire answered, "why do you have to be so clumsy?"
"Me? Clumsy?" Teddy retorted, "Why did you insist upon sneaking around after hours?"
"You know you wanted to just as much as me," Victoire said matter of factly, "you couldn't resist an adventure." Teddy couldn't deny what she said. There was an awkward pause, broken by the faint clang of the smashed time turner appearing out of thin air and landing beside him.
"Where do you think we are?" Teddy asked, looking at his surroundings for the first time. They were in a dusty grey sitting room filled with equally dusty and grey furniture and portraits of distinguished looking wizards on the walls.
"A better question is when we are," Tori replied, "that was a time turner after all."
"So we went back in time?" Teddy asked. Before Victoire could reply the sound of a door opening came from an adjacent hallway followed by the most terrible shrieking.
"Mudbloods! Halfbloods! Traitors!" a woman's voice screamed. A mans voice murmured a few words and the woman went quiet. Teddy heard two sets of feet pounding off their boots and taking off their cloaks.
"Hide!" Victoire hissed as she dove behind a sofa. Teddy wasn't quite sure why, maybe these people could help them get home but he'd learned over the years that Tori had a lot more sense than him most of the time so he obliged and crawled behind a chaise as the two people walked in.
I. Know. Where. And. When. We. Are. Teddy saw Tori mouth, her face flustered with realization and worry.
How? Teddy mouthed in return. Tori didn't answer, just motioned towards the people.
Teddy risked a glance and slowly peeked up from behind the chair, ducking back down and his jaw dropping when he saw them. His parents.