https://archiveofourown.org/works/82672866/chapters/217636076
This is gonna be a Wolfstar/jily fic and multi POV! Teddy and Victoire are kinda focal points, but not the main characters!
An extract from the first chapter:
Vicky light the spliff with a single flick of her wand and then blow smoke in Teddy’s face. They stayed silent for a few instants. The night was extremely dark, clouds obscuring almost every star. The moon was a little speck, almost inconspicuous in the vast abyss of the sky. He looked at it and wondered how was it possible that something so beautiful could have been his father’s biggest fear.
“What’s going on Teddy boy?” asked Vicky, distracting him from his thoughts. She had her concerned face on, slightly distorting her perfect features. Her blonde hair tumbled down her shoulders like waves of warm caramel, her round cheekbones rosy and perfect. She scanned him with brown eyes and red plump lips around the spliff. Teddy knew what she was trying to do.
“Vicky stop, you know that doesn’t work on me.”
“And I am still appalled by it,” she replied, but she was smiling.
Vicky was good at hiding her Veela powers. Growing up she had perfected the act of looking just the right amount flirtatious and serious at the same time, a little wicked spark in her big brown eyes, her perpetually red lips just slightly open. But there was a little twitch in her right eyebrow, that Teddy was all too familiar with, that betrayed her. And no matter how many times she tried, her tricks never worked on him. Maybe that was the reason why they loved each other so much, with no reservations: he felt special in her presence and she felt safe in his affection.
Teddy smiled at her weakly and she positioned the spliff between his lips.
“Don’t turn down free weed, it’s unbecoming.”
He smiled sincerely at that and took a drag.
“Do you think your parents smoked weed when they were in school?” he asked.
She thought about that for a bit and then she shrugged.
“Dad and uncle Charlie definitely grew weed somewhere at the Burrow.”
“Is that so?”
“Sure! And grandpa Arthur probably used it to make tea a few times.”
“You’re so full of it!” He said, but he was laughing in the way she only knew how to make him laugh. “Do you reckon my parents smoked?”
Vicky knew it was rare for Teddy to bring up his parents. When they were little sometimes he would slip and ask the adults around, but as he grew older he learnt that the past was too complicated to be brought up at the dinner table on a Wednesday night. She looked at him seriously concerned.
“Is this what this is all about? Your parents.”
“Dunno, maybe,” he shrugged and took another drag. Elliot’s weed must have been top quality, he thought, because he was already feeling weightless and his problems a little less frightening. “Just humour me.”
She did, without asking him more.
“Your dad was a werewolf in the seventies, he probably did LSD for breakfast. And your mom…I mean, she sounds like she was enough of a free spirit to have partaken in some illegal activities in her days!”
“My dad was a professor, I doubt he was having drugs for breakfast,” He replied frowning.
“He was only professor for a year.”
“And that’s really all I know about him, don’t I?” He asked nervously.
“So this is about your parents.”
There was no point in hiding it anymore, Victoire could read him as easily as The standard book of spell, vol. 1.
“It’s about my dad and his friends,” he conceded. “I’ve found some articles of an old school paper about them and they seem so…conceited.”
“You’re gonna have to elaborate on that, ‘cause I had too many drags in a short amount of time.”
“Ok, so they…bullied people a lot and they did pranks every two seconds by the sound of it! And I’m pretty sure James Potter, Harry’s father, must have drugged his mother with some love potion because by the sound of it she totally hated him, so I really have no idea how they ended up married at 19! Also Sirius Black….oh don’t let me even start about him! I can’t believe I’m related to him, apparently he was a real Casanova, breaking hearts and leaving witches crying all over Hogwarts just because he could! And did you know he was suspended from the Gryffindor’s Quidditch team? He must have done something truly nasty for that kind of punishment! And my dad…he just stood there and watched it all and said nothing!”
He almost screamed everything and Vicky let him get it all out.
“They were awful, hexing people just because they could and it made them seem cool and I can’t believe my father was his friend! He probably was just as awful and that’s why Grandma Andie won’t talk to me about him!”
“Are you done?” asked Vicky. The spliff was almost finished and Teddy wished he had nicked another one. He nodded tersely and he crossed his arms.
“I’m done.”
“Good, ‘cause for a moment there you sounded deranged,” she said. He knew she was right, but it still felt like she wasn’t taking it seriously enough. “You can’t assume things about people from a school paper written almost fifty years ago!”
“Can’t I?”
“Don’t be daft with me, I know you’re too smart for your own good and it’s insulting when you try to be so…insecure and defenceless,” she stared at him intensely and he wished her Veela powers could have some influence on him. He wished she would say that everything was good and he could truly believe her words.
“I just wish I knew something about him,” he murmured.
“And you should, but this is not the right way. Some people wrote some stories so many years ago and who knows if they’re even true!”
“I hate it when you sound logical.”
“Look Teddy, you know I love you, but you can’t keep doing this to yourself,” she told him and she almost sounded sweet for once. Not concerned, not flirty, just sweet. “The only way to know for sure would be to, I dunno…go back in time!”
He laughed because she was being absurd. He laughed, and laughed and laughed until he just…stopped.
“Go back in time,” he whispered.
“Teddy boy I was just kidding…”
“No, but Vicky you’re right! Can’t you see? Going back in time would be the only way to know for sure.”
She stomped the spliff on the ground, then she tossed it over the balcony of the tower with her wand. “I guess you’re right.”
“And it wouldn’t hurt anybody, I would just go, have a quick look and I’d be back before dinner!”
“I’m sure you would,” she deadpanned. “And how would you go back in time? All the time-turners were destroyed and may I remind you that even when they were available you could only go back for a very limited amount of time? We’re talking about going back at least 40 years.”
She was just humouring him again and he knew it, but the weed must have been exceptionally good quality, because his mind couldn’t stop spinning.
“Not all of them were destroyed,” he said, as if that would magically solve everything.
“Oh good, it’s a good thing you can find them around so easily then!”
“There’s one in Aunt Hermione’s office, I saw it,” replied Teddy with fervor.
“That time-turner is broken and she only has it as some kind of knick-knack, you know that!” retorted Vicky. But Teddy could see the curiosity.
“Even if we can take the time-turner from aunt Hermione, how will we fix it? And please tell me how will we fix the little problem of aging as many years as we’ve travel, once we come back?”
Teddy was stoned, so he just smiled at her.
“We could try a simple deaging potion.”
“You can’t be serious…”
“We would be travelling, what?” He did the math in his head. “Thirty-eight years! We’ll be back as fifty-something ponces and that’s nothing a good old deaging potion can’t cure.”
“Deaging potions are illegal for a reason.”
“They’re addictive and highly unstable, but we’d only be taking it that one time! And you’re practically a genius at potion brewing.”
“I like to experiment, that does not mean I’m a genius,” replied Vicky, even tho she did sound intrigued. “But maybe…I mean it’s insane, but I think I can brew a decent enough deaging potion.”
“Yes you can!”
“Yes I can!” she exclaimed jumping on her feet. “Merlin’s pants, remind me to ask Elliot for some more of that weed…that stuff was fucking amazing!”
And just like that they started laughing and they couldn’t stop. They just continued to laugh and fantasize for the rest of the evening, well past their bed time, and Teddy felt strangely carefree and hopeful with Victoire blabbing about dangerous potions and him thinking about travelling thru space and time just to have a glimpse of his father. It was insane, but still he hadn’t felt this good in a long, long time. Eventually they fell asleep holding hands, both too tired to go back to their dorms and they dreamt about the past, about people they had never met and about all the possibilities that magic was ready to hand them.