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Harry Potter and the Shattered Past

By Lucas Anderson and Orion Waite

Credits

Auror-ther: Lucas Anderson

Auror-ther: Orion Waite

Illustrator: Orion waite

Illustrator: Lucas Anderson

Based off of Jk rowling's new york times bestseller Harry Potter

All the characters, places and some objects such as the elder wand is copyright by JK Rowling

The Shattered Past is dedicated to Alan Rickman. Alan Rickman was born on february 21, 1946. Alan Rickman died on January 14, 2016 due to cancer. Alan Rickman died at the age of 69. Alan Rickman played Severus Snape in all 8 Harry Potter Films.

When I'm 80 years old, I'll be reading Harry potter. ‘My family will say after all this time?’ and I will say ‘Always.’

-Alan Rickman

Let's read it for him.

Chapter 1

The shattered past

As I walked the grounds of Hogwarts in the cold of mid-December, I thought of mum and dad as the tips of my fingers turned blue in sadness. Yeah, I’m a metamorphmagus. So was my mum, I never met her, she died in the battle of Hogwarts, so did my dad. Now I live with my Grandmother. I’m Teddy Lupin.

The bell rings, the song bouncing in my head. I slowly make my way to transfiguration with Professor McGonagall. Transfiguration is my favorite class. I like to think of myself as a continuing transfiguration class. I mean, I can change my appearance, and people always seem to have one way that they picture me and want me to be that way. Well, not Victoire. She understands me. Ahh, Victoire is awesome.

As I step into class, people stare at me. I don’t like it when people stare. They all seem to be saying, you can change your looks but you can’t change your personality. Like that’s a bad thing. Sometimes I don’t understand the way other people think. They all seem so, “You have to be this, you have to be that.” I don’t understand it!

Professor McGonagall tells us all to get out our wands and textbooks as we start our last lesson of the day. “Open up to page 73180.” Ah. My godfather’s classic. Making an Iguana disappear. Ah, seventh year. The year everyone gets obsessed with different well known witches or wizards. Most do with Harry. I can’t stop thinking about mum, dad, and Harry until Victoire walks in. Her hair flows in big blond waves, her face regal and confident. I think she gets her beauty from her mother, Fleur, and her confidence from her father, Bill. “Ok class, read paragraphs 6-12. You have 5 minutes.” Professor Mcgonagall says.

* * *

After class, I go down to the lake for a stroll. I watch the giant squid snatch a couple of doxies from the air. The squid doesn’t have to think about judgement. Not that I should care anyways, I’m the Hufflepuff head boy. I mean, Hufflepuffs are supposed to not care what people think of them and do what they can to be kind. Plus, I head boy, I mean- that’s when a strangely nobby piece of wood catches my eye. I slowly walk over to it, thinking what it could possibly be? A piece of driftwood? Some abandoned sculpture? As I get closer, I realize that it is broken in two. Why would that be? Then I get a good look at it. At first I thought it’s my mind playing tricks on me. Am I going mad? I reach to pick it up. No. It really is. It’s the Elder Wand. My mind goes crazy with the possibilities. Should I use it? Hand it in to professor McGonagall? Then it hit me. But should I? It would be risky. But if I could pull it off It would be amazing. I pocket the wand and leave for the Hufflepuff common room.

* * *

After everyone goes to bed I sit on a very comfy sofa close to the fire. I pulled out the wand. Could I really do it? Should I really do it? Probably not. But it would be so amazing to see mum and dad. Harry’s always saying that nothing happens by accident. This can’t be one. I just need to find the others. Where would the resurrection stone be? I know Harry has the Invisibility cloak. How would I get it though? UGH! I think I’ll just go to bed. As I head to the dormitory I hear something. Or someone. “Who’s there?” Creak, creeeak “I can hear you!” Creeeeak “Revelio!”

“Ah!” A clouded form came swooping at me from around the corner. “Teddy!”

“Kaye? What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in bed? It’s almost 12:00!”

“You are not using that.”

I try to play dumb. “What are you talking about?”

“You know what I mean.”

“Huh?”

“That wand is dangerous, it has a curse, and it’s broken anyways. You need to throw that back in the black lake.”

“Fine, you caught me. But I am not throwing it away. I can bring my mum and dad back. I’m not just going to throw that away.”

“Teddy. How are you going to even fix it?-which I’m not going to let you do.-It’s broken into two pieces.”

“I’ll find a way. For my parents.”

“Is this what they would want you to do? Would they want you to risk the lives of others-and the entire world-just to see them?”

“Well, I’m sure they would love to meet me. I hope.”

“Teddy, don’t do this. I’m begging you.”

“This isn’t about me. It’s about my parents.”

“That’s not what it sounds like to me. You just want to see them for yourself.”

I push past her angrily as she calls after me, asking me to reconsider. She’s not in charge of me. She has no idea how important this is to me.

Chapter 2

The next day, I put the elder wand in my trunk and head down to breakfast, waiting in front of the Ravenclaw common room, so I can head down with Victoire, making sure not to step into the vicinity of the statue of Rowena Ravenclaw’s statue. I don’t want to answer one of those questions. It’d probably be something to get me thinking about the consequences of using the wand. I start thinking about the wand and mum and dad. What are they like? I know they were kind and brave, that’s just kinda in the job description for Hufflepuffs and Griffindors. But were they sympathetic or empathetic? Brave to a fault, or strategically brave? Would they…

I’m interrupted by the opening of the Ravenclaw door as Victoire bursts through. “Teddy!”

For a moment I’m afraid that she found out, but that wouldn’t be possible unless Kay told her, and she wasn’t at breakfast this morning. “Hey Victoire! What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’m just excited for our date in Hogsmeade today! It’s going to be so exquisite!”

“I agree madam.” We always talk like royalty when we first see each other in the morning. At first it was just Victoire with her vast vocabulary but then I started playing along. A lot of people say we’re a cute couple. Like the entire school.

“Acio wreath” A wreath comes flying up the stairs and plops onto the statue’s head. “The perfect touch.” Remarks Victoire.

“No, an exquisite touch. I say, smirking.

“Teddy. You’re a goofball. You know that?” She says as we head down to the grounds.

“I don’t know that, I rely on it. I need it to survive. It is my food and you are my drink.”

“You rely on me and jokes? That’s sweet. But also fairly offensive. If you rely on me and jokes, that sounds like you think I’m a quip. Not entirely flattering.”

“You know what I mean. Quick question, what’s a quip again?”

*Snort* “A quip is like a pun or a joke, like your exquisite joke. That was a quip.”

“Oh yeah. I knew that. For sure. What’s a pun again?”

“Oh Teddy.” We both start laughing and we exchange ‘quips’ and jokes, having a ton of fun. Then the bell rings and we head to class.

“See you at lunch Vic!”

“See you Ted!”

Chapter 3

I head over to Herbology, mind still wondering how to get the resurrection stone. Where could it be? I know Harry possessed it at one point, but where did he get it? And how? And why-wait, I know why. Dumbledore gave it to him so he would possess all of the deathly hallows. I’m so deep in thought I almost walk right past greenhouse one. I stop in my tracks and walk into the greenhouse where Professor Longbottom is setting up the lesson. He looks around to see who came in and sees me. “Oh!,” he exclaimed. “Hello Teddy. Just wait a moment while I get ready.” I head over to my usual seat. I look at my table, trying to find out what the lesson will be. All I find are a bunch of Christmas ornaments. Curious.

As the final students walk in, chatting away, I spot Kaye coming to my table. Oh no. This can’t be good. She walks over like nothing happened last night, but after she’s settled, she talks to me, in hardly a whisper, “Did you think about what I said yesterday? About the wand?”

“Yes, and I haven’t changed my mind.”

At this she just rolls her eyes, like I’m just some young child, who has much to learn. Or my mind can be changed like the weather. Like my ideas are nothing. Like- Then Professor Longbottom clapped and said, “Good morning class! Today we are going to be…” as he whisks his wand and uncovers our project for the day. “ Decorating the school Christmas Trees!”

This is met with confused murmurs and what seem to be questionings of the professor’s authority.

“I know this is quite unusual, but I believe you all deserve a break. Plus, it adds to the Christmas spirit! Now, let’s get started.”

Each table is assigned a tree to decorate. We are supposed to give it as much spirit as possible, using whatever charms, designs, styles and spells we want. Whoever Professor Longbottom thinks succeeded the most, gets to put the tree in the center of the great hall. Me and Kaye decide on wintery warmth. With glowing white lights, a flickering fire at the top with children dancing around the tree cuddled in ski parkas, snow falling above them, and having a good time. We stand back to admire our work, and decide we have done well. Longbottom tells us we can wait and talk while the rest of the groups finish decorating. I take a look around the room and think to myself, we took the top spot by a long shot, none of the other trees are as good as ours. But then I catch myself, realizing that the Hufflepuff head boy shouldn’t think like that. I’m supposed to be a kind, loyal person, not one that strives to be better than everybody else.

Kaye reads my thoughts though. “Ours does take the cake Teddy. You don’t have to be so uptight about knowing that yours is the best. Sometimes it’s just true.”

“Yeah, well, that means a lot coming from someone who doesn’t want me to see my parents again,” getting defensive.

“That’s not true.”

“Well, you don’t want me to use the elder wand. And that’s the only way that I can see them again.”

“It’s not that I don’t want you to use it, period, it’s that I don’t want you to use it alone.”

It takes a few moments for what she said to sink in. She wants to use it together. She wants to help bring my parents back.