Returned- Drarry COMPLETE

Chapter 28

—Teddy POV—

"No. I want Uncle Harry." I heard a sigh, and I stubbornly kept my head facing my shoes, indignantly tapping in a rapid fashion. My eye, swollen enough to impair my vision, was throbbing to a numbing beat.

"Edward Lupin, you need to tell me why you let that happen!" I suddenly stood up, face to face with Andromeda.

"I told you no!" I froze, realizing I'd just snapped at her, and retreated, sitting back down on the chair I was previously sitting in.

"I didn't mean to snap." I mumbled, fiddling with my sleeves. A strand of sandy blond hair fell in front of my face as I bowed my head down in shame. "Sorry..." I heard her huff before the receding click of her thick heels engulfed the echoing tiles of the house. After a few moments I heard her clear her throat and I looked up at her. She was holding a long expression with stubbornly unshed tears and a bowl of floo powder.

"Go on, if you won't speak to me you need to speak with someone. And if that someone is your godfather, then so be it." I stood timidly, taking the bowl from her hands, which retreated to cross her chest and stay there.

After a second of thought, I put the bowl down, giving her a chaste hug. One that she returned before we both parted just as soon.

"I promise... I'm alright... thank you." I quickly got the floo powder and made my way over to the fireplace. Before stepping in, I heard the echo of her worn voice bouncing off the pearl-white walls.

"I love you, Teddy. Your parents would be proud." I gave her a curt nod, grabbing a fistful of powder and stepping in.

"12, Grimmauld Place." I threw it towards my feet, and felt as the warm familiar rush of green flames engulfed me, whisking me away. When the flames died down, I was met face to face with Draco and Scorpius.

"Teddy!" Scorpius shouted with glee. He leapt from the table, bounding towards me as I left the premises of the fireplace, his 50-piece puzzle long forgotten. I was smashed into a hug that I returned with a smile.

"What's up, Scor?" I said, ruffling his white-blond hair.

"I was making a puzzle- what happened to your eye?" He asked curiously. I subconsciously raised my hand to touch the tender skin below my eye, flinching slightly.

"Don't touch it- Hi Teddy. What are you doing here?" I heard Draco speak, coming close as he towered over me, taking my face in his hands and inspecting the injury. After a few seconds I heard him mumble "I should have a salve for that." He cleared his throat, stepping back.

"How are you? What happened? Do you want me to get Harry?" He said. Through my half-closed, throbbing eye, I could make out that he was looking at me confused- of course, they weren't expecting visitors.

"I-" I shifted nervously in my spot. "Can you get Uncle Harry?" He nodded.

"Stay with Scorpius, I'll be back."

"So?" Asked Scorpius expectantly.

"It was nothing, I just got hurt." I said with a chuckle. "How has everything been? We haven't really spoken since a few days after your dad's birthday." I remembered that day clearly. We'd played Gobstones all day, which I'd brought from my house. I remember when Draco saw me pull the game out of my bag.

"Please do play that outside so the smell can't settle into the house." He'd said, which made me laugh. Scorpius didn't though, because he didn't know how Gobstones worked. I taught him how to play, and soon enough, I was being squirted in the face with putrid smelling liquid more often than him. I smiled at the memory.

"You need to come over more often so we can play games!" He said, I nodded in agreement.

"You mean so I can destroy you at Gobstones?" We both began laughing at that.

"But I'm better than you!" He exclaimed.

"You just had a lucky day." I retorted. "What have you all been up to?" I inquired. "A bit has happened since then, hasn't it?" By then we had both completely settled down.

"Yeah... is that why you never came over?" He asked, looking at me with those big eyes he gets whenever he's curious. I tried for my expression to not falter.

"Uncle Harry had Owled us saying that things were a bit busy, and that you all would be moving here." I didn't mention the newspapers because I don't think he knows... of course I've been keeping up to date. I hate to say it, but the rumors about Scorpius, Draco, and Uncle Harry were taking priority in Rita Skeeter's mind, making my name stay out of her papers for a while, and for that I was glad. Just because I wasn't in the paper so much anymore, didn't mean the kids wouldn't still make fun of me, hence my eye, but seeing Scorpius bounding with energy and the same childlike innocence that I had before moving here, told me he didn't know what they were saying: That Draco isn't really his dad.

"Yeah. Two weeks ago I saw my mum though!" I gave him a look of confusion. "I saw where they're keeping her. I gave her flowers." He continued. It took a second for me to realize he visited the cemetery. I nodded in understanding.

"That's nice."

I know that the rumors are rubbish, especially because I've had my fair share of codswallop articles about me and who my father was. But I hear the kids my age whispering. They're scared, and they don't want to meet him. I got tired of it after a week of nonstop papers being published theorizing that Uncle Harry had turned evil and was aiding Draco in raising Scor to be the next Voldemort. I showed up to the park and confronted them. It didn't help though when the next day had a headline 'MALFOY RAISING VOLDEMORT'S SON WITH WEREWOLVES FOR FRIENDS'

That was the first time my name reappeared in the Daily Prophet since his rumors started. I was snapped out of my daze by the sound of descending footsteps, and looked over to see Draco coming down the stairs, followed by Uncle Harry.

"Good Merlin what happened to your eye?" Uncle Harry said, coming towards me. He did the same thing as Draco- taking my face in his hands and inspecting the grey-purple bump throbbing under my eye.

There is one thing that Rita Skeeter has published that wasn't a lie. It's that Uncle Harry and Draco are together. Except she made it seem a lot... worse. She says that it's because they are united by the shared interest of having an uprising of Voldemort. Every article ends with the same question in different words. 'What has happened to the Golden Boy?'

I've been reading a lot about the battle and my parents and Uncle Harry and the Malfoy family and what happened the year I was born. I keep thinking how so many years later nobody stops talking about it. I give it to the fact that nothing ever happens here. This makes people like Rita Skeeter stir the pot.

"Teddy, are you alright?" I blinked a few times.

"What?"

"You were in a bit of a daze." I heard Uncle Harry say. "Well... Draco said you wanted to talk? Do you want to possibly go upstairs?" I nodded, remembering why I was here. Andromeda kept insisting that I tell her why I would allow those boys to give me a black eye. I only want to talk to Uncle Harry though.