Post by Theodore "Teddy" Lupin on Jan 5, 2013 3:03:48 GMT -5
The only time one could get Teddy to sit still was if he was reading a book. Teddy had his photo album, as he wanted to look at the pictures when he wasn't reading, or when he became restless. His parents always seemed to make him able to sit down as he looked at the pictures of them. He really wished he could see them, and more than just the pictures. He wanted parents. Not that the Weasleys, Harry, Ginny, and Granny Drom weren't nice and took care of him. He appreciated that. But he wanted his real parents. He wanted their love, their affection, their guidance. Not just stories and pictures.
On his way to the library, hoping to find a good book to read, he placed his hand on a stone on his way, after taking a wrong turn accidently. At first he felt a bit dizzy, but otherwise he felt just fine. Deciding it was just in his head, he hurried to the library. The most curious thing happened on his way. He was cycling through his hair colors, trying to decide which to keep, and what felt right and he earned a lot of weird faces from the people he passed. Didn't people know what he was around here?
Shrugging it off, Teddy entered the library, but was surprised when he saw some librarian he didn't recognize. "Excuse me," Teddy said approaching the woman behind the counter, and asked where his librarian was. She laughed at him before turning to sorting the books.
"No one works here with that name. Are you sure you're saying the name right? I'm Madame Pince, the librarian," the lady responded. She was young, and she did not look like his librarian. What in the world had happened.
"Erm, sorry I bothered you... Do you have the most recent Daily Prophet?" Teddy asked, thinking he might as well make sure that his mind wasn't going to go crazy with time travel theories. He just had to remain calm. He had heard about people disappearing, and maybe he was going to become one of those missing people.
"We have papers from a year ago, but you have to have a subscription to get anything more recent," Madame Pince replied before pointing nearby to a rack full of newspapers, which was behind where Teddy was.
Teddy set down his photo album on a nearby table and picked up one of the papers, looking for the date. A year ago? But it wasn't 1975, it was 2016, at least that is where he came from and lived in. He picked up another, and found the date once more. It kept saying that they were from 1974, meaning it was 1975. He turned towards Madame Pince and walked up swiftly to her.
"These newspapers can't be from a year ago... They say their from 1974," Teddy said urgently causing Madame Pince to look confused.
"Young man, it is 1975," Madame Pince replied, "1974 was a year ago." Teddy backed away from her, accidentally hitting a small rack of magazines, falling to the floor, causing the magazines to fall all around the floor. Madame Pince yelled at him to be more careful, but he was more worried about getting out of this place, this time. He scrambled up, and ran out of the library.
He slowed his pace once he was far enough away from the library he could actually think. His hair was now a dark green, due to his fear, and he wasn't paying attention to his powers. What was going on? It couldn't be 1975, it was 2016 to him. It couldn't be right.
Teddy ran his hand through his stable dark green hair, before he stopped in his tracks. He'd left his photo album on a table in the Library. If someone found it and it was actually January of 1975, that would not be good. His father was in his 4th year. He couldn't risk Remus finding it, if it really was 1975, and not an elaborate prank that one of the Weasleys were pulling on him. That had to be it. Soon they'd jump out and laugh at him being all worried.
Either way, he wanted his book back. It was the only way he could remember his parents. He sprinted back to the library, seeing Madame Pince who scolded him for running, and so he slowed to a walk. He hurried over to the table he left his album on, and found it missing.
"Is this your book?" a voice came from nearby. Teddy's eyes widened as he saw his father 14 years old standing right before him.
"Y-yes," Teddy said snatching his photo album from Remus's hand, he paused, "T-thank you."
"Are you alright? You look like you've just seen a ghost," Remus commented curiously seeing Teddy's face pale, and his hair turn to a bright neon green. That was never a good sign in his emotions, meaning he was in complete and utter shock. "Are you a Metamorphagus too?" Remus asked quickly, noticing his hair color change.
"Y-yeah... Do you know another?" Teddy asked, planted to the spot he was standing, holding his photo album tightly to his chest.
"I met one the other day. Dora Vulpe," Remus answered looking at Teddy with concern, "Are you sure you're ok?"
"Yeah, I'm-I'm sure," Teddy replied swallowing hard. Dora Vulpe. Could it be his mother? But she wasn't but a year old or so now. What had happened? Maybe she came back in time at some point in her life? Dora was a nickname for her first name; maybe she used it as an alias. He was getting ahead of himself. He needed to get out of there, before he screwed something up. "I-I have to go," Teddy said quickly before he back up once more, knocking into a shelf.
"Er, ok? I'll see you around, I suppose," Remus said and looked at the older boy before walking off himself. Teddy took a lot of time before he managed to regain his senses, while still feeling the extreme fear and confusion he was before. He quickly scrambled once more, but this time through the shelves of the library, hurrying to a corner in the library that many people in his time did not visit. He didn't know if people visited in this time though.
Teddy set his photo album in front of him, and rested his chin on it. He had to figure out what he was going to do. Teddy had to think of someone in this time that could help him out. Since he didn't know Dumbledore, he didn't know if Dumbledore would believe him, or even help him. Given how Uncle Harry talked about him, Dumbledore probably would be a safe bet, but he wasn't sure. He sighed staring at the table and wall in front of him. How did this happen?
On his way to the library, hoping to find a good book to read, he placed his hand on a stone on his way, after taking a wrong turn accidently. At first he felt a bit dizzy, but otherwise he felt just fine. Deciding it was just in his head, he hurried to the library. The most curious thing happened on his way. He was cycling through his hair colors, trying to decide which to keep, and what felt right and he earned a lot of weird faces from the people he passed. Didn't people know what he was around here?
Shrugging it off, Teddy entered the library, but was surprised when he saw some librarian he didn't recognize. "Excuse me," Teddy said approaching the woman behind the counter, and asked where his librarian was. She laughed at him before turning to sorting the books.
"No one works here with that name. Are you sure you're saying the name right? I'm Madame Pince, the librarian," the lady responded. She was young, and she did not look like his librarian. What in the world had happened.
"Erm, sorry I bothered you... Do you have the most recent Daily Prophet?" Teddy asked, thinking he might as well make sure that his mind wasn't going to go crazy with time travel theories. He just had to remain calm. He had heard about people disappearing, and maybe he was going to become one of those missing people.
"We have papers from a year ago, but you have to have a subscription to get anything more recent," Madame Pince replied before pointing nearby to a rack full of newspapers, which was behind where Teddy was.
Teddy set down his photo album on a nearby table and picked up one of the papers, looking for the date. A year ago? But it wasn't 1975, it was 2016, at least that is where he came from and lived in. He picked up another, and found the date once more. It kept saying that they were from 1974, meaning it was 1975. He turned towards Madame Pince and walked up swiftly to her.
"These newspapers can't be from a year ago... They say their from 1974," Teddy said urgently causing Madame Pince to look confused.
"Young man, it is 1975," Madame Pince replied, "1974 was a year ago." Teddy backed away from her, accidentally hitting a small rack of magazines, falling to the floor, causing the magazines to fall all around the floor. Madame Pince yelled at him to be more careful, but he was more worried about getting out of this place, this time. He scrambled up, and ran out of the library.
He slowed his pace once he was far enough away from the library he could actually think. His hair was now a dark green, due to his fear, and he wasn't paying attention to his powers. What was going on? It couldn't be 1975, it was 2016 to him. It couldn't be right.
Teddy ran his hand through his stable dark green hair, before he stopped in his tracks. He'd left his photo album on a table in the Library. If someone found it and it was actually January of 1975, that would not be good. His father was in his 4th year. He couldn't risk Remus finding it, if it really was 1975, and not an elaborate prank that one of the Weasleys were pulling on him. That had to be it. Soon they'd jump out and laugh at him being all worried.
Either way, he wanted his book back. It was the only way he could remember his parents. He sprinted back to the library, seeing Madame Pince who scolded him for running, and so he slowed to a walk. He hurried over to the table he left his album on, and found it missing.
"Is this your book?" a voice came from nearby. Teddy's eyes widened as he saw his father 14 years old standing right before him.
"Y-yes," Teddy said snatching his photo album from Remus's hand, he paused, "T-thank you."
"Are you alright? You look like you've just seen a ghost," Remus commented curiously seeing Teddy's face pale, and his hair turn to a bright neon green. That was never a good sign in his emotions, meaning he was in complete and utter shock. "Are you a Metamorphagus too?" Remus asked quickly, noticing his hair color change.
"Y-yeah... Do you know another?" Teddy asked, planted to the spot he was standing, holding his photo album tightly to his chest.
"I met one the other day. Dora Vulpe," Remus answered looking at Teddy with concern, "Are you sure you're ok?"
"Yeah, I'm-I'm sure," Teddy replied swallowing hard. Dora Vulpe. Could it be his mother? But she wasn't but a year old or so now. What had happened? Maybe she came back in time at some point in her life? Dora was a nickname for her first name; maybe she used it as an alias. He was getting ahead of himself. He needed to get out of there, before he screwed something up. "I-I have to go," Teddy said quickly before he back up once more, knocking into a shelf.
"Er, ok? I'll see you around, I suppose," Remus said and looked at the older boy before walking off himself. Teddy took a lot of time before he managed to regain his senses, while still feeling the extreme fear and confusion he was before. He quickly scrambled once more, but this time through the shelves of the library, hurrying to a corner in the library that many people in his time did not visit. He didn't know if people visited in this time though.
Teddy set his photo album in front of him, and rested his chin on it. He had to figure out what he was going to do. Teddy had to think of someone in this time that could help him out. Since he didn't know Dumbledore, he didn't know if Dumbledore would believe him, or even help him. Given how Uncle Harry talked about him, Dumbledore probably would be a safe bet, but he wasn't sure. He sighed staring at the table and wall in front of him. How did this happen?