Teddy Remus Lupin had refused to use time-turners. He had told the department that again and again—they were nasty bits of magic that shouldn't be touched. The temptation and pain were too great: half of his division had lost at least one person during the war. Who, or what, was supposed to stop them from messing something up? Or damaging their own mental faculties in the process? Teddy knew this better than anyone. He had told his 'Aunt' Hermione that millions of times.

"No one should be using these anymore. I thought they were destroyed?" Teddy asked bitterly. Hermione shook her head.

"Rumors can be quite useful—good to deceive. Look, Teddy, you'd the best person for the job. The ministry needs proof—"

"Proof of what!" Teddy shouted. "Proof that werewolves won't hurt people? We've got proof of that—I'm proof of it, that sound be enough." The young man was bristling.

"It should be," Hermione said coolly, "But it isn't. Your father had records—since destroyed—of the werewolves he had managed to talk to during his work with the second Order. We find that list, we follow up with the people on it, and we have definitive proof that when given the right resources—"

"My father was given the right resources—he's enough to convince anyone—"

"He's one man, Teddy. I'm on your side—but we need more evidence. You're the only one I would trust with this."

"Why?" Teddy sneered. "Because you think I want to go back there and see them? To bring them back?"

"Because you don't," Hermione said simply. "Because you love your life—beautiful bride-to-be, baby on the way—you're not going to change anything. You know your father better than anyone alive, you can change yourself into anyone, you're a gifted wizard…it all fits. They wouldn't approve anyone else."

And so Teddy Remus Lupin, angry and in disguise, had traveled back in time to 12 Grimmauld Place. He had been there a million times—spent every summer of his youth there—but never like this. It was dark, that April night in 1995. The only light Teddy could see came from the moon above—nearly full. Only half werewolf, Teddy never transformed—but that didn't mean he was in particularly good spirits. Even disguising himself as he did with black hair and equally dark eyes, his skin was ghastly pale and his eyes a bit sunken. Control, he thought to himself. Your temper will be the death of you—of this.

He flicked his wand, watching the Black's ancestral home appear before him as it did so many times. He looked around and made sure no one was watching him before he took out an envelope Hermione said would prove that he was who he said he was: an unnamed agent for the ministry looking to advance the rights of werewolves and their families. He had something else of use, should he need it: a key given to him by a certain Harry Potter—magic would reveal who the key belonged to, and no one would dare to think the Chosen One would somehow disobey the Order.

Teddy unlocked the door and stepped inside, feeling a chill run through his spine. The light in the kitchen was on, but the door closed—a silencing spell. That, of course, meant nothing to the portrait of a certain Mrs. Black.

"HALFBREED! SCUM!"

Teddy's eyes narrowed.

"Shut up you old hag," he said, rather cross.

"HALFBREED! WEREWOLF!"

"Oh, you little…" Teddy raised his wand and forced the curtains over Mrs. Black. He had forgotten she was there. Unfortunately, this slip up meant that Teddy has been announced rather unceremoniously. The kitchen door slammed open, and Teddy saw someone he never thought he'd see lumbering toward him: Mad-Eye Moody.

"YOU! Explain yourself! No guards, constant vigilance I said—"

"If you'd give me a minute—"

"Expelliarmus!" Mad-Eye barked. Teddy felt his wand fly out of his wand as he was smacked into the door from which he came. The letter flew out from his possession as well.

"Are you MAD?!" Teddy yelped, scrambling to his feet. "You tell me to explain myself, then you attack me—I'm from the ministry you git!" Teddy exclaimed, not realizing the Order and the Ministry were not necessarily on the best of terms.

Mad-Eye looked like he was about to hex the young man again, but thought twice.

"You," he barked. "With me. In the kitchen. Pick up your letter off the floor—I've got your wand."

Teddy, a bit slower than usual, knelt to pick up the letter and limped into the kitchen, following Mad-Eye.

"Kingsley, you know this man? Ministry?" Mad-Eye asked before Teddy even got into the room. "Hurry up, boy!" Mad-Eye barked, and Teddy glowered, though he finally entered into the kitchen to see…the strangest group of people he had ever seen. Some were people he had known from life—Weasleys, Kingsley. Others he had only heard about in passing, and some were just pictures on the walls of his house: Remus, Nymphadora, Sirius. Teddy did his best to keep calm. You're here for a mission. They don't know you, you don't know them.

"He's not going to know me now," Teddy snarled. His temper was certainly not under control. "I'm from the future—time-turner. There is something here I am meant to collect." Teddy tossed the letter on the table, staring at everyone around him as he caught his breath. Kinglsey stared at the young man in front of him, trying to catch similarities in his face that wouldn't be there.

"You're going to have to explain better than that," his future Minister began. "Mad-Eye, you—"

"Took his wand—won't be going anywhere without it—"

"I'm not going anywhere at all until I get what I came for. Read the bloody letter I brought, and for the love of all things good in the world I am unwell—may I have a chair?" he asked, exasperated. He hadn't realized he had been staring right at his parents (who were, coincidentally, sitting right next to each other) the whole time, his gaze unable to go anywhere else. He had never seen them before, at least not in his memory. Whether he liked being here or not, he had always wanted to see his mom and dad. Remus began to get up.

"You can have—"

"Not you," Teddy said, a bit quietly. Remus sat back down, and Teddy reached for a stool that Arthur Weasley had gotten up to find. "Thank you," he told the man whose lap Teddy would once jump on every time he visited. Whom he would call grandpa, like all of his other little 'cousins.' "Now, read the bloody letter and I can get on with my day."

The other Order members looked shocked. Very few people spoke to Mad-Eye, or anyone in the Order, really, like this man did. The old Auror eventually grabbed the letter, tearing it open. He read the letter silently, grunted, and looked up at the boy.

"Teddy, is it? No last name for you, boy?"

"No last name," Teddy insisted rather coolly. Mad-Eye appeared upset, but not as angry as he had before. Clearly the letter hard worked for him, and he acquiesced. It made the young Lupin wonder what was in that letter.

"Lupin," Mad-Eye began, and Teddy couldn't help but perk up when he heard his last name. "The boy's looking for a list—werewolves you've talked to. Do you know what he's going off about?"

Remus furrowed his brows. Teddy's face fell—his father had no idea what he was talking about.

"I'm sorry Mad-Eye, Teddy," Remus began, and his son felt his heart beat loudly hearing his own father say his name—something he had only dreamed about. "I don't have a list."

"But you do!" Teddy insisted. "You must, we need it, we're working on…" he drifted off. You haven't made it yet…because I told you to make it.

"What list?" Tonks asked angrily. "If you think we're going around rounding up werewolves—"

"I do work for werewolves!" Teddy said angrily, breaking himself away from his thoughts. He couldn't understand why everyone was so worked up. "My entire job is securing rights for werewolves and their children. I have no interest in rounding anyone up." he said hoarsely, reminding himself he was arguing with his mother. Our first mother-son fight, he thought to himself. "Remus managed to convince werewolves not to join the first time around, right? He'll do it again—he has to—"

"He doesn't have to do anything—" Sirius began angrily.

"—he will if he wants legislation that I've been working on for years to pass." Teddy turned now to Remus. "So, if you want to help, you'll get me that list."

"And what will you do with it?" Remus asked, seemingly more curious than angry. "How do I know—"

"You can't know—you just have to trust me. Trust Mad-Eye, maybe. The world is changing—the more proof we have of successful werewolves, the better off we are in terms of gaining the respect deserved."

"We?" Asked Sirius Black. Teddy froze. He had not meant to say that.

"We," he said forcibly, correcting himself. "The wizarding population—I assume you all are a part of that, yes?" He asked a bit testily. He glared at his father. "Are you in?"

The man paused, pursing his lips in thought.

"I don't know where to start," Remus began. "And I don't know how to trust you. I'm sorry, but—"

"I'll go with you," Teddy said, not even thinking before the words came out of his mouth. He didn't know how long he would have to stay in this time if he did that, but it didn't matter—he needed that list. When he came back, it would be as if five minutes went by—no more, no less. Victoire wouldn't miss him. Teddy wouldn't miss the birth of their son, or their wedding. "If I go with you—talk to people—will you trust me?"

Remus paused. He pursed his lips in thought, and Teddy couldn't help but think that his father's 'thinking face' looked very much like his own.

"I can't promise it will go well, and I can't say I trust you…but I'll do it."

Teddy smiled for the first time since arriving in this time. Molly Weasley, 'Grandma M,' would only add to this as time went on.

"Are you staying here, dear?" she asked with more kindness than the others seemed to be giving him, shooting hard looks to some around the table.

"I…" Teddy paused. He hadn't thought this would be a long operation, and a place to stay had not been on the forefront of his thoughts. "If possible, yes."

"He can stay with me, Molly," Remus said a bit tersely. "Someone should keep an eye on him—besides, I'll be away tomorrow night—he'll have the room to himself."

Sirius Black seemed annoyed by this, and Teddy gulped. Sharing a room with his father was not what he had expected, nor did he think it was a good idea. However, he wasn't entirely sure that he had a choice.

"Remus, are you sure that's a good idea?" Tonks asked him quietly. The werewolf simply smiled.

"I don't think it's anything I can't handle. Teddy," Remus began, rising slowly. "Why don't I show you to our room, yes?"

Teddy, getting up rather slowly himself, nodded. He glanced at his wand in Mad-Eye's hand, which of course, that blasted eye saw.

"You get this back when you prove yourself," he grumbled. Teddy had the feeling he didn't care much for the Auror—friend of his parents or not.

The meeting carried on as Remus showed Teddy, who had to feign surprise as knowing the layout, their room. Teddy's eyes widened. It was the same room he stayed in when he visited the Potters.

"It's not much," Remus began, "But I assume you are used to worse."

Teddy spun around to face his father and narrowed his eyes. I'm used to the same, actually. "What makes you say that?"

"You look like you're about to fall over any minute—"

"—Mad-Eye attacked me—"

"I know it when I see it," Remus snapped. "Now, you don't have to tell the others, but you have to tell me—what are you? Been scratched? Been bitten? Are you a danger?"

"No," Teddy said, trying to remain as calm as he could, figuring out to navigate this touchy situation. "I don't transform. I ache, I've got a temper—"

"—I noticed," Remus said with something of a glint in his eyes. "I do as well, though you ought to learn to control it here." Teddy snorted.

"You think I haven't tried?" He asked darkly. "I am controlling it."

Remus raised a brow. If this was controlling it, he would be curious to see what not controlling it looked like. "So, you're—"

"Half-werewolf is what we prefer," Teddy began, knowing very well that 'we' meant him and one other. "When one parent—the father, at least, it's unknown of the other way around—has lycanthropy."

Remus' face grew soft. "I shouldn't have said what I did earlier—it must have been insulting to your father, though I must ask…"

"Don't," Teddy insisted. "Clearly, I've done this before, and it worked out—only because I didn't reveal anything compromising. If you want this to end well, you'd best not ask me anything. I don't care if you want to know." Teddy paused, seeing the hurt in his father's eyes. He should continue lightly. "Besides, I look worse than I feel—my life is good, easy, I want for nothing. Part of that is because of the work you and your friends have done. I'm not goign to belittle your sacrifices."

Remus smiled. It looked like he wanted to say something, but he closed his mouth for a moment before opening it up to head in what Teddy assumed was a new direction. "Anyway, let's get you settled—I expect I am needed back downstairs."

Teddy watched as his father showed him the second twin bed in the room he could use. Clean sheets, a few shabby clothes he could borrow, and extra toothbrush—anything Teddy could want. Double checking that everything was alright, Remus returned downstairs. Teddy climbed into bed, pulling the covers far over his head so as to not reveal any compromising bit of himself during his sleep. He shut off the light, and burrowed deep within the sheets, sleeping surprisingly well through the night.

It was the closest he would ever get to his father tucking him in.