The year after her brother James graduates, Teddy Potter returns to Hogwarts for her final year. With the Marauders gone, it should be a quiet, peaceful year despite the mounting tensions in the world outside of school.
The problem, naturally, lies...
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Teddy awakes to the sound of Harry wailing a short distance away from her ear. The sound startles her badly, and she jerks into wakefulness in one horribly disorienting movement.
Her head pounds and her vision swims, but she reaches for Harry without conscious thought. The baby is laying only a couple of inches away from where her head had been, his little arms and legs flailing as he wails.
"Hey, shhhh, shhhh." Teddy tries to soothe him even as she blinks rapidly, in an attempt to clear her vision. "It's okay, honey, shhhh."
Slowly, Harry's wails quiet down into hiccups as Teddy tucks him against her neck and begins to rock him. As he finally begins to settle down, Teddy allows herself to take a look at her surroundings.
They're in an unfamiliar bedroom — she blinks blankly at the soft blue cotton bedspread, the plain white walls and single window. She's still fully dressed, and Harry's little face is still smeared with mashed banana.
When she stands up to peek out the window, she finds that it's been charmed to prevent anyone from seeing anything outside of the room. That means that it's impossible to tell the time, and Teddy holds Harry tighter to her chest as she realises that she has no idea how long they've been here for, or even where here is.
Panic begins crawling up her throat, choking her, and she takes a deep breath as she steps around the room. It's spartanly furnished with just the bed and the nightstand and the plain white walls.
Teddy tries to open the door, but it's locked. Her wand is gone.
"Okay," She breathes, clutching Harry closer. "It's okay. Everything is fine."
Harry gurgles and tugs at the neck of her dress.
A headache is pounding behind her eyes as flashes of memory begin to come back to her. She remembers a knock on the front door, she remembers opening it up to find Peter looking frazzled and harried, as though he'd come from somewhere in a great rush. His robes had been in disarray and his hair was windswept and mussed, and he had gazed at her with wide frightened eyes.
She remembers him saying 'Teddy, I'm so sorry for this', his expression crumpled and guilty-looking, and then her mind goes blank and she remembers nothing more.
The gaps in her memory are concerning, and she swallows thickly as she pats her pockets down for her wand. When her pockets come up entirely empty again, she tries the door for a second time. Still locked.
Harry babbles around a mouthful of her hair, and her grip tightens on him protectively. Her thoughts are beginning to descend into full-blown panic — one of the most dangerous men in the whole Wizarding World is out to murder her baby nephew, and now she finds herself in unfamiliar territory away from the one place that had been warded specifically to keep him out.
