Harry Potter: 19 Years Later

18: Teddy's POV

  Teddy felt a nudge on his arm. He looked up from his notes to meet James' large brown eyes.

"What do you want, James?" He sighed.

James rolled his eyes. "Chill out, Teddy. I was only going to remind you of Quidditch practice tomorrow at two o'clock."

That automatically cheered him up. "Okay, thanks, James." There was nothing like some good Quidditch practice to get Teddy's mind off all his personal problems.

As James walked back to his dormitories, presumably to go to sleep, Teddy turned back to his homework. Ugh. He really wanted to go to sleep right now, but he needed to study; there was a small exam in Defense Against the Dark Arts next week. Teddy really needed to pass this one if he wanted to become an Auror... and he did. He'd always dreamed of following in his godfather's footsteps.

  "I am extremely pleased that you decided to join us here, Mr. Lupin. I believe that you have an idea as to the reason for gathering you here today?"

Oh, no. She knows. But, how? Teddy could practically feel the sweat gathering on his palms. This couldn't be happening. But it was. Teddy looked around the Headmistress's office. He was sitting at a chair at a desk with McGonagall, Madam Pomfrey, and a small girl.

He almost shrieked in horror when his eyes found the girl. She had no face. Where her facial features should be, there was just plain skin. Plain, horrifying, skin.

A terrible sound escaped the girl's lips. A groan. She doubled over in her chair and rapidly, before Teddy's eyes, began transforming. Her black hair disappeared into her scalp only to be replaced by thicker skin and smaller hairs. And ears. Large ears that stuck up from her head.

Before Teddy could muster up the energy to scream, there was a small werewolf standing in front of him. She glared up at him, her eyes piercing his. A menacing growl shoved its way through her parted mouth, which revealed sharp fangs.

The werewolf slowly stalked towards Teddy, its posture, glare, expression, all portraying the same sentiment. Hunger. Hunger for blood, flesh, and murder.

"P–Professor McGonagall? Madam Pomfrey?" Teddy stuttered.

The werewolf was only a few feet away now. Just as Teddy was about to get the hell out of there, she pounced, a craving for flesh in her eyes.

She clawed his face, sank her teeth into any flesh she could find, ravaged his entire body. Teddy could feel it. The life draining from his body as it got beaten down by a flurry of fur, malice, teeth, and claws.

The last thing Teddy heard before being sucked into the eternal chamber of death was McGonagall's psychotic screams.

"YOU DID THIS, LUPIN! YOU BROUGHT THIS ON YOURSELF!"

Teddy sat bolt upright, sweat pouring off his skin, drenching his hair. He almost panicked before he felt the soft mattress beneath him and the blankets over him, signaling safety. Thank Merlin...
 
Teddy ran his hands through his hair, proving that it was soaked with sweat. Gross. He stared around the pitch black dormitory, wondering what the time was. Probably around four or five in the morning.

Glad to go back to sleep for a while, Teddy sank back on his bed, falling asleep almost immediately with the ghost of his nightmare imprinted on the inside of his eyelids.

Teddy could barely walk straight. He had tripped four times on his way to the Great Hall and had almost knocked down two first years. After a quick apology and reassurance that he wasn't going to beat them up, Teddy finally reached the Gryffindor table, where he sat now, subconsciously eating a piece of toast with butter.

"Don't worry, Teddy. I'm sure you'll do great at Quidditch practice today," said Victoire, sitting down next to him.

"Huh...? Oh... yeah," Teddy replied, not really listening. He was more focused on how long his secret would be kept.

Would the girl that he bit tell anyone? Oh, shut up, Teddy, you're being stupid! Of COURSE she'll tell someone! It was true. Any sane person would tell someone if they had gotten viciously attacked by a werewolf in the forest. The real question was; when were they going to figure out it was him?
 
It couldn't be that difficult, could it? His father was a known werewolf, and it was only logical that he might be the culprit of a little girl getting inexplicably attacked by a werewolf on Hogwarts property.