I look at a picture of my father. His name was Remus. When I was little Andromeda told me millions of stories about how brave he was. How much he was alike to me. We were both werewolves. At Mungo's the nurses told my grandma that I was different. I was the spawn of both a Metamorphogus and werewolves I would be different. As long as not a single ray of full moonlight touched me I would be ok. None of the potions worked on me so it was gone as soon as the moon vibrated across my face. And if I did turn into a werewolf my features were twice as bad. Bigger claws. Bigger teeth. BIGGER. Turned into my father. How could he have been so brave if no one liked him. I tossed away my book. Andromeda hated fiction. Andromeda must have heard the noise and rushed up stairs. When she saw my anger and boredness she let a little smile cross her face. And nice sweet smile.
"Uncle Harry invited us for dinner tomorrow," she said as she left. I smiled Uncle Harry was awesome. He was my godfather but he was like my true family. I also liked the Weasley's ,but I rarely saw them. Andromeda rarely let me out of the house. Precautions. Ever since the accident it was precautions
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FanfictionA couple years after the Battle of Hogwarts its time for Teddy to go to Hogwarts. Do to "issues" Teddy is starting at 13. Feeling alone and outcastes he meets Weeres and his friend Victore who coincidentally turns out to be his Godcousin. Desperate...
