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“Cronus Rising”

 

“Prologue”

 

 

 

Teddy Lupin had heard great tales of war since he could remember. He remembered listening to them with rapid fascination. He imagined great battles with the sky lighting up with every color imaginable. He pictured cheers and applause when the good guys won. Images of his godfather fighting with ease also flickered in his mind since his godfather was an Auror, and Teddy had no doubt that his godfather was the best Auror there ever was. The appealing nature of those battles soon lost its magic when he was told that his parents died in battle.

 

 

Most of the time, Teddy didn’t quite understand what war actually meant. He was only five years old after all. He couldn’t comprehend murder and snatchers. Mudbloods and blood traitors were hazy words in his vocabulary. The concepts of war were lost to him and seemed like a far away nightmare that could never truly exist outside of dreams.

 

Teddy also didn’t understand why every time he was out with his godfather, people stopped him on the street to shake his hand, snap a picture or ask for his autograph. His godfather’s picture almost always graced the covers of magazines and newspaper. There were times when his godfather’s girlfriend, Ginny Weasley, would also grace the pages.

 

Teddy could see why Ginny was always on the covers and in the newspaper. She was the star Chaser of the Holyhead Harpies. She was, in Teddy’s opinion, the coolest person he had ever met.

 

That was who Teddy was with one muggy July night. He was sitting on a comfy couch in Ginny’s personal locker room, swinging his feet in excitement to be at a finals game with his godfather. His godfather always got the best box in the house.

 

“You won’t believe what I saw when I was out to lunch with Luna today,” Ginny said with a smirk dancing on her features.

 

“Luna’s back in town? She bring any nargles or thingy shnorks?” Harry teased.

 

“No, but she brought a boy! His name is Rolf, and he’s… quite fit for Luna.” Ginny grabbed something off her vanity. “Anyways, we left the restaurant, and I see the newest issue of Witch Weekly with us on the cover.”

 

Teddy craned his neck to see the magazine. On the glossy front cover, smiling at the camera, was his godfather with his arm wrapped around Ginny. They were both in formal robes. The young boy concluded it was probably taken at one of Harry’s boring Ministry events that he was always complaining about and dragging Ginny to.

 

Witch Weekly’s 100 Most Influential Wizards in the United Kingdom,” Harry read.

 

“Guess who snagged the spot for number one.”

 

“Hayden McGreggors?” Teddy spoke up with shining eyes.

 

Ginny and Harry laughed. His godfather told him no with what appeared to be a sad smile.

 

“But he’s the bestest Seeker that Britain has ever seen!” protested Teddy.

 

Ginny walked over to the small child and sat down next to him. He snuggled up close to her as she enveloped him into a one armed hug.

“Your godfather is number one,” she told him with a tap on the nose.

 

“Harry’s number one?” Teddy questioned with his nose scrunching up. “But why?”

 

“I’ll tell you when you’re older,” his godfather replied as he flipped through the pages.

 

“I made it too,” Ginny said with a laugh. “I beat McGonagall.”

 

“What numbers?”

 

“I snagged 78 and McGonagall got a winning 86.”

 

Harry nodded absentmindedly. He stopped on one page and Teddy could see a smiling Ginny embossed on the sheet. Below her picture, in bold letters, read, Ginevra Weasley: Holyhead Harpies’ Star Chaser and Captain. Long-term girlfriend of The Chosen One.”

 

Teddy’s brow furrowed as he read the heading slowly. Before he could ask what exactly it said, there was a knock on the locker room door. A head peeked in telling Ginny that she was needed for the huddle. Harry threw the magazine onto the vanity, kissed Ginny on the cheek and then scooped his godson up in his arms.

 

“Win for me, Ginny!” Teddy shouted over his godfather’s shoulder.

 

Ginny chuckled and waved goodbye to him before the door closed behind them. They made their way to the premium box. Ginny’s family was already situated in their seats, two in the middle were empty for Harry and Teddy.

 

As soon as his godfather sat him down on the ground, Teddy rushed to greet Ron and George. The two never failed to amuse the small boy. George was always had treats and tricks in his pockets. Ron always made him laugh with a joke.

 

“Where’s Hermione?” Harry questioned as he sat down in a vacant seat.

 

“Got called into work,” Ron replied. “Bit weird, isn’t it? It’s been quiet lately.”

 

“Teddy, the game’s starting. Come sit down.”

 

The five year old watched in excitement. He tried to keep his eyes on Ginny but often found himself unable to keep up with her fast-paced flying. Before long, Teddy’s nose was pressed against the glass as his eyes darted around the field.

 

When the game ended, the Holyhead Harpies won 380 to the Applyby Arrows 150. Harry lifted a protesting Teddy up in his arms and situated the boy on his hip.

 

“’M not tired,” he said into his godfather’s neck.

 

“Sure you aren’t.”

 

Harry rubbed his back soothingly and carried the small boy out of the stadium. When they were far enough away, Teddy felt the familiar sensation of being sucked into a vacuum.

 

Teddy only vaguely registered entering his house. His godfather called out for his grandmother but there was no answer. That was when the small boy lifted his head from Harry’s shoulder. The back of his hand scrubbed his eyes awake. His grandmother was always waiting on the living room couch when he came home.

 

“Grandmum!” Teddy shouted as Harry jerked his head away.

 

Harry loosened his grip on Teddy and let him stand on his own two feet. He pulled out his wand and held it in front of him. Teddy began to wander into the house when a hand gripped his shoulder and pulled him back. His back collided with his godfather’s legs.

 

“Stay close,” Harry whispered.

 

“GRANDMUM!”

 

“Shh, be quiet.”

 

Scared and confused, Teddy gripped his godfather’s pant leg tightly in his small hand. His dark green Holyhead Harpies Phrygian cap slipped backwards on his head. Harry pushed the child behind him as he inched farther into the house.

 

Opening the swing doors to the kitchen, Teddy peeked from behind his godfather’s legs to see his grandmother lying very still on the floor. Her eyes were lackluster and staring right at him with no flicker of recognition or life. Before Teddy could call out to her or rush towards her, Harry swept him up in strong arms and ran from the house.




I hope you enjoyed the prologue. This story will only be 6 or 7 chapters long, and newer chapters will be longer in length. This was just an introduction chapter. The chapters will switch between Teddy's to Harry's third person POV. Please leave a review and tell me what you think. :)

 

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