My Metamorphmagus (A Teddy Lupin Love Story) By: K.C.M

Chapter 1

"Carlysle, come in here please." my dad shouted from the kitchen. "One sec Daddy." I said while trying to find my flip flops in the box labled "Carlysle's clothes." When I finally found them, I carefully closed it again and went out of my practically empty room. We were moving to a little town in England called Ottery St. Catchpole in only a couple of days because of fathers work.

I went into our small kitchen and sat down at our dinning table. Dad was making breakfast before Mom woke up like normal. I stared at my dad because he made breakfast in such a special way. He used magic. Not like the stupid little "it taste so good it's like magic" stuff, he made his food with real magic.

We ate and then Dad flicked his wand and cleaned the dishes. That's when the fun starts. Since my younger brother was only a few weeks old he couldn't have fun with us. We always had at least an hour to play until Mom woke up so we made the best of it. Dad would make my feet dance like crazy, my hair tangle and then untangle itself, and would change the color of my clothes. It was so fun, but then Mom wakes up so Dad has to change everything back to normal before she can see it. "Mark, you don't always have to make breakfast for us."

"But I like to Julia."

"Well honestly I'm glad you do because your food taste like magic." My dad and I glanced at each other then looked away before she noticed. My mom didn't exactly know that my dad was a wizard. He married my mom at the height of the Second Wizard War, and he had to keep the secret from her to protect her. People think that the War was only happened only in Europe? That's a big fat lie. Death Eaters were everywhere, even in America. Dad even had to lie even to her about what school he went to. He said that at he went to some random private school in Salem, but in fact he went to Salem Witches' Institute. Man I hated not being able to tell Mom. Dad said that there were still Death Eaters out there, and there was still prejudice people who don't like the fact that my muggle-born father married my muggle mother.

"Hey knucklehead, guess what day it is."

"Saturday!" I said, nearly jumping out of the chair. Living in a small southern town had a few highlights such as our flee market. People from all around came to it and I loved to go look at the animals. "This will be our last trip ya know."

"I know Daddy."

The move was hard 'cause I had to say goodby to my best friend. When we finally got there all my sadness turned into worry. What if they don't like me? What if I'm bullied? What if? I sat quietly in the car, looking through the window deep in thought. "We're there!" my dad said suddenly. I snapped back to reality and gazed at our new house. It was a one-story-shoebox. Seriously that thing was tiny! On the outside at least. Inside was a whole new story, literally it was actually two stories! I figured Dad might have done a wee bit of magic on it.

"Ya know Carlysle, there's a large house close to ours and I hear that they have a boy that's your age that visits regularly." Mom said after about a week and we were nearly completely unpacked. "Really?" I asked. "Yup. Daddy said he'd take you after he gets home today."

"Yay!" I hated being lonely so communication with another kid that isn't a baby would be great.

He came home and drove me down to their house. "Carlysle, do you remember that story of Harry Potter and his friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley?"

"Of course! It's my faviorte story in the whole wide world!"

"Good well that's all I needed to know."

"Hey Daddy, why is it that we're having to go meet them?"

"Well, Mr. Arthur gets kinda carried away with muggles. Won't want him accidentally telling Momma about wizards and stuff."