Hey there! This is purely an experiment to see if anyone likes it. I wrote it as the beginning of an RP with a friend and was interested in taking it on myself and writing a completely different story about it.

Please let me know what you think.

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"I'm sorry, Mr. Lupin, was I boring you?" The voice of Ronald Weasley drifted over to him, and Teddy's eyes opened wide. He looked around at the rest of the class, and groaned as he realized twenty pairs of eyes were focused on him.

"No," he replied automatically. Ron may have been as good as an uncle to him, but that had never stopped anyone from being harsh before. Harry Potter had practically raised him after his parents and grandmother died, but that - if anything - only meant that he expected more from the young Metamorphmagus.

The Auror continued to look at the young man cautiously, but said nothing else and continued to speak. As he had done five minutes previously, Teddy's mind drifted back to several weeks past, when he had visited Victoire at Hogsmeade.

If he said that he didn't miss her, he'd be lying.

He missed everything about her. Her smile, her knack for cracking a joke at the perfect time, and the mischievous glint in her eyes whenever she had an idea for a prank that would put her uncles Fred and George to shame.

Yes...Teddy Lupin missed Victoire Weasley more than he would ever admit.

But that wasn't important now. Focus. That was something Teddy lacked, and unfortunately something that was essential for an Auror. "Ted, can you identify what it is we're looking at?"

His eyes turned to the front of the circular room, and the typical grey turned to bright green as he stared at what he was supposed to be identifying. Of course he knew what it was. He'd watched longingly after the one that had rested in his godfather's study for nineteen years.

"A Time-Turner," Teddy said, his voice dry. He swallowed and Ron gave him a somewhat sympathetic glance. Or...at least, that was what Ted thought.

If I had one... But that was a thought that always went unfinished. No matter how much he wanted to know the parents he'd never met, deep inside, Teddy Lupin knew it was wrong.

"Correct," was Ron's answer. Teddy nearly snorted. Of course it was. Though he tended to drift off in classes, that didn't mean he wasn't intelligent. Nobody needed to know that recently, the young Metamorphmagus hadn't been getting any sleep due to nightmares.

Nightmares that got progressively worse.

He'd been to St. Mungo's with much encouragement on his godfather's part, but they had all given him a clean bill of health and told him to stop putting so much pressure on himself.

Ignorant pieces of shit, Teddy couldn't help but to think. Have you ever lost your family? Well, I have. Have a nice life.

As Ron wrapped up his lecture on the dangers of time travel, at which Teddy mentally scoffed at, he told the class to bring their cauldrons next time for the experimental brewing of Polyjuice Potion, apparently something that all Aurors needed to know, since it comes in handy for wartime strategies.

Teddy smirked. Of course, he was one that would never need to use something as primitive as a potion to change his appearance. Not that he thought he was above all other people...no, it was by far the opposite. If he believed himself to be better, he would be destroying everything his parents fought and died for.

And it was all because of a bastard who was raised in a fucking Muggle orphanage, he thought with a grimace. What would have happened if Voldemort (or as he was known then, Tom Riddle) had been raised with people who showed love for him? Or was it just because he was the Heir of Slytherin, and evil was just something that was in his blood?

Teddy followed his classmates out of the room before Ron could stop him for a talk, as his uncles and family members had always tried to do since the beginning of his first year of Hogwarts.

He stepped into the Atrium, expecting to breathe in fresh air, but the usual breeze didn't come. He frowned, opening his eyes. He took a step forward, only to be pushed back several feet, trip over himself, and land on his arse.

Great, a prank, he thought as he groaned. Something I really need right now.

"Look, whoever you are, this isn't funny," Teddy said. The tenth of March was never a good day for Ted Remus Lupin...it was the birthday of his late father, Remus John Lupin. And no matter how much he tried to avoid it, somehow, he always ended up at his parents' grave. This was repeated on his mother's birthday as well. An artificial breeze blew past Teddy's ear, and he growled as it pushed his hair into his eyes. "Will you cut it out?"

The mysterious breeze gave no reply, as the young man had already figured. He snorted and ignored it, but soon, wind was swirling all around him, and when he tried to draw his wand, it was blown out of his hand.

"Bloody - " he yelped as his only defense lay on the ground, fifty feet away from him. He was carried away by the breeze that wasn't so light any longer, and just before he closed his eyes, Teddy saw a flash.

And when the Minister of Magic walked down the Atrium hallway ten seconds later, the only thing he saw out of place was the wand of a young man that he knew to be named Teddy Remus Lupin.

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Wow, Teddy's got a bit of a dirty mouth, hasn't he? I dunno. I couldn't resist using it. :) And oh no...he doesn't have his wand! Where has Teddy disappeared to? And what will come of it?

Please review...I seriously want to know if I should continue this. I kind of want to...but...I dunno. Thanks, you guys!

Ted(dy) R. Lupin