Chapter Text
1992 - August
Teddy sipped his hot chocolate as he waited patiently in The Leaky Cauldron.
He was slightly annoyed since his visitor was running ten minutes late already. Ever since Teddy had the conversation about Sirius with his dad, they had been owling non-stop the past two weeks. Remus thought Teddy would spend his entire morning in Diagon Alley shopping for school.
And now, Teddy was here at ten minutes past eight, with his nose slightly lengthened, eyes turned grey, and hair turned blonde to disguise his appearance.
“Apologies for being late, Mr Lupin,” Kingsley Shacklebolt said as he dropped into the chair opposite Teddy. “A fight broke out in the Wizengamot between Lucius Malfoy and Arthur Weasley, forcing me to stay longer than I expected.”
“I understand completely, Auror Shacklebolt,” Teddy nodded, his annoyance dissipating immediately. He placed his drink on the table and gazed at the auror. “Are we still on for today?”
“Yes,” Kingsley replied, easing any concerns Teddy had. He would get the truth today. “However, there are some ground rules that we will need to establish. Journeying into Azkaban, isn’t for the faint of the heart. I’ll be honest. The place scares me shitless. So at all time, you will follow what I say. Do not give any reason for the Dementors to consider you a foe. Are we clear?”
“Yes,” Teddy said, binding the promise with his magic.
“Very well,” Kingsley said, removing a rusty can from his robes. He held it out to Teddy, who held one end of the portkey. “Also, my trainee is coming with. She will accompany you to meet Sirius Black, since she is part of the family.”
Before Teddy could do anything but nod at that, he felt a strong tug behind his navel as the portkey took them to the island of Azkaban.
*
“Ger-off, Potter,” Draco groaned as the weight on his body shifted.
Since Severus had a small cottage and only one spare room, Harry and Draco had decided to share the bed last night. They divided the bed equally and gave the other a wide berth in the centre. It was not as if the bed was small, but somehow, the two of them gravitated towards each other throughout the night.
In the morning, Harry’s head was on Draco’s chest, and both of Draco’s arms had been wrapped around Harry, pulling him closer to Draco. At the sound of Draco’s voice, Harry raised his head sleepily and met Draco’s blue eyes.
Instantly, his face coloured, and he panicked.
“It’s oka…” Draco trailed off as Harry sprang up and ran into the bathroom.
“Not a word about this, Draco,” Harry shouted.
“This would not have happened had you taken the floor like I suggested last night,” Draco replied, smirking at Harry’s embarrassed reaction. Truth be told, Draco would have been more worried if Harry had not reacted the way he did.
“Is that not saying a word about this?” Harry yelled back.
Draco smiled, taking in the sunrise.
*
It must be a pureblood thing, Teddy guessed, as he felt face-first into the wet dirt while Kingsley landed on his feet. Either that or he is accustomed to this.
Kingsley offered him a hand, which Teddy humbly accepted, wiping the rain out of his eyes. With a few flicks of Kingsley’s wand, Teddy’s clothes were dried and cleaned, and an invisible umbrella was on their heads. As an afterthought, Kingsley also added a heating charm.
Nearby, another witch stood with a similar charm over her head. Her bubble-gum pink hair immediately told Teddy that she was a Metamorphmagus just like him, and he could not stop his hair from matching hers, which brought a wide grin to her face.
“Kings, I have been waiting for ten minutes. Do you know how bad this place is?” she complained, waving her arm around, which caused Teddy to really take in his surroundings.
Dreadful. That was the only word which came to mind to describe the island of Azkaban.
The three of them were on a small, desolate island covered with black sand and surrounded by the choppy waves of the North Sea. The large, menacing building of the prison loomed in front of them with dark windows like empty eyes. It was darker than Teddy had expected from a Saturday morning. Still, the sun was barely visible behind the dull grey clouds that poured rain down that the wind whipped into their faces. The only light came from the torches that burned on the exterior wall of the building, made water- and wind-proof by magic.
It was bitterly cold, and the Dementors suspended around the prison only added to that. They swayed in the air, and their black robes billowed in the wind. Teddy could not help but draw similarities to Professor Snape’s robes. He could feel their cold, empty stares even though no one knew what lay beneath their hoods.
Kingsley merely rolled his eyes at her comment. “You’ll get used to her,” he told Teddy.
Teddy smiled at the witch and offered her his hand, “Teddy Lupin-Black.”
“Oh,” she exclaimed, grabbing Teddy’s hand in excitement. “You are my second cousin. I’m Tonks. My mother is Andromeda. It is surprising that we have never met before. Which brings me to my next question. Kings, why in the fuck have you brought a child to Azkaban?”
“My dad owed his dad a life debt for saving his life during the war. His father refused to claim it, and Teddy owled me to ask if I could arrange for a meeting with Black. My dad told me to accept it, in exchange for considering the debt fulfilled. You know how he gets about these things sometimes.”
“And you,” Tonks whirled on Teddy, “why would an presumably sensible child like yourself want to visit a crazy mass-murderer?”
“Crazy or not, the man is still my father. I have recently come to know that he may not have been the spy. So I have come to seek answers from him.”
“Merlin!” Tonks swore, shock dawning on her face.
“That’s why I wanted you to go in with him, while I maintain the patronus from the entrance,” Kingsley said, walking towards the building.
“How do you know if he’ll tell you the truth?” Tonks asked as Teddy walked beside her.
“Trust me, I’ll know,” Teddy smirked.
*
Theo paused at the slightly ajar library door, hearing his mother and father deep in conversation.
They had been in the Nott-Rosier libraries for the last few weeks— since Theo’s first scrying lesson— pouring through the books in search of something. Theo was sure it had something to do with the red lines on his mother’s arms. But they had told him not to worry about it.
“We need to do something,” Astra calmly said.
“You have done enough,” Bancroft seethed as he sat beside her on the couch. He was angry that Astra had delved into blood magic without informing him. “Or have you forgotten the poisonous magic that is making its way towards your core as of this moment?”
“Love.” Astra gently placed her hand on his arm. “I made a mistake by staying neutral during the war. I can’t stay out of this anymore. After you told me about your conversation with Lucius and Theo, seeing Tenebres in the scrying bowl, I decided it was time for me to return. I have stayed away for thirteen years and it has been too long.”
“Will you be taking back the reigns on the Rosier seats in the Wizengamot?” Bancroft asked, pulling his wife closer to him.
“I will be, and we will need allies in the coming fight.”
“What coming fight?” Bancroft asked, confused.
“He will come back. I am sure of it, and you will need to decide where you stand. But know that I will always love you regardless of your decision. But know that I will never join Voldemort. That monster killed my favourite aunt, and I will do anything to oppose his rise,” Astra replied, a tear rolling down her cheek at the memory of her aunt.
“So will you be on Dumbledore’s side, then?” Astra looked almost offended at Bancroft’s words, and he backtracked. “Then… what other side is there?”
“I saw it in my vision, the recent one. Tenebres is coming, and in the meanwhile, I want to train Theo to take over both the Rosier and Nott seats when he turns fifteen. I need your help too, because who better to train our son how to deal with the snakes,” Astra said with a smile.
“I hope he can heal this,” Bancroft said, holding his wife tightly, “because I don’t know what I would do if I ever lost you.”
*
In his twelve year confinement on the island of Azkaban, Sirius had never had a visitor like this.
Sure, there were required visits from the Minister during their terms, who came to either check on the prisoners’ conditions or to ask him why a respectable pureblood lord would kill those many people. Occasionally, some pureblooded cunt would come to tell him how much of a disgrace he was. Like he had never heard that from his own mother. Once, Narcissa came; she was muttering something about marriage contracts but he was too withdrawn to care.
But never a child.
He watched the scene before his cell from the dark corner, huddled on the straw-strewn floors. The boy looked barely eleven, and his robes had seen better days. Not a pureblood, then. The hair kept changing colour. Perhaps a reflection from the patronus… or a Metamorphmagus. Behind him stood a woman. She wore the training robes he had once worn as a trainee Auror. Her stance around the boy was… protective. Perhaps family?
The boy jumped at a loud cackle.
“Shut up, Bella,” he shouted, scaring the boy even more. He was also startled by how hoarse his voice had become without using it and how it cracked at the end.
“I’ll kill you, you filthy blood-traitor,” came the reply from the adjoining cell.
“Sure, you insane bitch,” Sirius muttered, turning his attention to the empty place where a brick had been removed in place of a window.
“Mr. Black?” the boy asked, hesitatingly.
“If you’re here to insult me, I have heard it all boy. My house-elf’s favourite was how I was a filthy little blood-traitor who was a disgrace to the purest and most noblest house of Black and don’t even get me started on Walburga, that bit—“
“I am your son,” the boy said, interrupting his rant.
His gaze snapped to the boy, who now held all his attention. “Say what now?”
“Your son,” the boy repeated.
“My son…” Sirius barely managed to keep it together as he broke out into laughter. “Isn’t that something? You don’t here that every day, do you? Especially not in a place like this. I’m sorry, laddie, but your witch mother lied to you.”
“What do you mean?” It was the auror this time. She took a step closer to the bard.
“See,” Sirius began, “while I am fond of both sexes, I prefer to be roughly fucked than to be the one doing the fucking.” The boy’s jaw dropped at the information, and a disapproving look appeared on the auror’s face. Sirius smirked for the first time in years, and he continued.
“The last time I was with a witch was over two or three years before I landed myself in this place but even then, what kind of self-respecting pureblood type would even want to father the child of the disgraced Black heir.” He glanced at the expression on the boy’s face before adding, “no offence, of course.”
“How could I possibly take offence?” the boy replied in a sickeningly sweet voice that reminded him of Snivellus. Sirius shuddered at the thought.
“And see, all the men I have fucked during my year before imprisonment, and those who fucked me, were muggle. Lil’ was quite insistent that they do not have the ability to get pregnant… and I would remember if I had given birth to you. So, I ain’t your daddy.”
“I’m serious,” the boy insisted, “you are my father.”
“Well, I’m Sirius too,” Sirius joked, using a joke that was as old as he was. “But there is no way in a phoenix’s arsehole that I—“
“Listen,” the boy interrupted angrily, not appreciative of his joke. “I am the son that you have with Remus Lupin.”
Remy? And his son? That’s not possible. The last I remember, Remy only had one son with Snivellus. So what the actual fuck is going on here?
“Edward?” he hesitatingly asked his godson. Edward looked happy at finally being recognised and stepped towards the bars as Sirius walked over to get a clear view of his godson, who was now horrified. Probably my appearance.
“Its actually Teddy, Mr. Black.”
Sirius needed clarification. How the fuck would Edward come to the conclusion that Sirius was his father? What were Remy and Snivellus playing at? And what of Harry, his other godson? Where was he staying? Sirius had assumed he would remain with Remy and Snivellus, his other two godfathers.
“Look, Edw… Teddy.” Sirius began, feeling slightly nervous about breaking a child’s hope. “There has to be some misunderstanding here. I did date your father, but that was only for the duration of our fourth and fifth years at Hogwarts. Remy broke up with me after a prank I played, and started dating Snivellus. He is your other father.”
Teddy had this look of confusion mixed with… disappointment?
“Who is Snivellus?” the auror asked.
“Snape. Severus Snape,” Sirius clarified. The auror’s mouth opened in shock. She must have met him at some point.
“No.” The whisper left Teddy’s lips as he tripped backwards, falling on his arse. Disbelief clouded his features as he kept on muttering ‘no’. He shrank inwards as he wrapped his arms around himself and rocked himself back and forth.
“Teddy,” the auror whispered softly, gently placing her hand on his shoulder. Teddy leaned into the touch and let him wrap his hands around him. “It’s okay. Breathe. Take in gently. Cousin Sirius might not be your father but its okay. You can still get to know your father. Professor Snape is still teaching at Hogwarts.”
“But he hates me,” Teddy said softly, calming down.
“Wait, Snivellus teaches at Hogwarts?” Sirius exclaimed. Then something else caught his attention. He looked at the auror questioningly. “You’re my cousin… that means… Nymphadora?”
“It’s Tonks,” the auror rectified.
“Okay.” Sirius analysed the situation. “What is happening? Why are you here now? And Teddy, why do you not know that Sniv… Snape is your father? Is Harry okay?”
“Before that,” Tonks said, standing up with Teddy. “Tell us why you betrayed the Potters.”
A surge of indignation coursed through Sirius Black’s veins. The notion that he could betray his beloved friends, Lily and James Potter, was inconceivable. Vivid memories of their shared experiences and his unwavering loyalty flooded his mind, a powerful rebuttal to the false allegations levelled against him.
But then, he remembered that Nymphadora was an Auror or an Auror in training, and he calmed down, forcing himself to see the bigger picture.
“I did not betray them,” he started, controlling his voice so his rage at those implications would not come through. “I was never their secret keeper. It was Pettigrew, the rat bastard. Dumbledore bound the three together with the Fidelius. We let people believe that since I was his best friend, that would throw suspicion off the bastard. We didn’t tell Remus because he was suspected to be the spy in the Order… because of his… nature.”
Sirius felt ashamed that he had ever thought Remy had been the traitor.
“And then, Voldemort attacked the Potters. I arrived too late and saw their bodies.” Sirius’s fist clenched in a vice-like grip as the painful memories he relived gnawed at his soul. The haunting spectres of his past danced before him, dragging him back into the harrowing shadows of his mind. Those moments, etched deeply into his consciousness, were a relentless tide of torment that the Dementors took ample pleasure in exploiting. Each day, they mercilessly drew him back into the abyss of his past, forcing him to relive the pain and anguish that dwelled there. “Hagrid arrived suspiciously fast, but he said Dumbledore had sent him to collect Harry. So I handed Harry off to Hagrid and chased after Pettigrew. Not my best decision, I admit. But I wanted revenge. I tried to kill the son of a bitch.
“I finally corned him in a busy muggle street and started whipping spells at each other. He threw a curse at me and then some kind of explosion happened when I had turned away. The next minute, I was shackled by Aurors and then tossed directly in here.”
“So you aren’t the reason that Harry’s parents are dead?” Teddy asked, hope blooming on his face.
“No. How is Harry? Who is he staying with?”
“Harry’s fine. He’s one of my closest friends,” Teddy said, and Sirius’ heart gave a tiny jump of happiness for the first time in years. “He’s living with his aunt and uncle.”
“Petunia,” Sirius snapped indignantly, slamming his hands on the bars. His visitors jumped. “Why the fuck is Harry living with that magic-hating bitch? Why is he not living with his godparents? And why are Remy and Snape not together? And why don’t you guys know that Snape is your father?”
“Calm down, cousin,” Tonks said, her eyes a tiny bit watery.
“I don’t know why Harry isn’t living with us.” Teddy sounded defeated. “I assume that dad or Professor Snape don’t know that he is their godson but I know that Professor Snape cares for Harry and is protecting him. As for us, dad firmly thinks that you are my other father, and Professor Snape barely acknowledges my presence unless he is taking away points for me breathing too loudly.”
Tonks chuckled, remembering how Professor Snape was to anyone, not a Slytherin. But she realised now that, in the real world, what house you are in doesn’t matter as much as how well you can read someone. And for all of Cousin Sirius’s faults, he was telling the truth, or what he believed to be the truth.
“Why are you in Azkaban if you are innocent, then?” Tonks asked.
“Why do you think?” Sirius snarled, looking absolutely feral as his animal form came to the surface momentarily. “Dumbledore. He’s the reason I am stuck in here. My first two years, I screamed myself hoarse telling my story to anyone who would listen. Ministers, Aurors and Wizengamot Lords and Ladies. No one listened or cared. Dumbledore controls us all and once he’s done with you, you’re tossed aside like last weeks news. Why do you think I didn’t get a trial? He knew that I wasn’t their keeper and being the Chief Warlock in the Wizengamot, he could have easily arranged for one. My guess is that he kept me here until he needs me again. But I need to get out, for my godsons, you and Harry.”
“We’ll prove your innocence, cousin,” Tonks said, touching the bars and his hand. “I need you to stay stronger a little longer for Harry and Teddy. But first, do you have any solid proof that you weren’t the secret keeper?”
Sirius thought for a moment before replying. “The Potters’ wills. I know that they mention Pettigrew as their secret keeper. But first, Teddy. You need to go to Gringotts and claim your heirships.”
“Heirships? Multiple?” Tonks stammered.
“Yes. He’s mine as my godson. As is Harry, so it might be complicated in deciding who becomes Lord Black, but that doesn’t need to be an issue until you turn fifteen. He is also the Lupin heir from Remus’ side. Also, make sure Harry claims the Potter and Black heirships.”
“What are these heirships or lordship deals?” Teddy asked, confused about what this had to do with freeing Sirius.
“Being the Lord of certain houses, like the Black or Potter houses, gives you a certain amount of votes in the Wizengamot. We Blacks have fourteen votes, and while you can’t become a Lord until you are fifteen, Heirs can vote by proxy through owl-mail if the Lord is indisposed.”
“Oh,” Teddy whispered, smiling as he figured out how his votes would shift the tide in getting Sirius out.
*
Severus sat at the head of his dining table, wondering where it had gone wrong.
In front of him was an empty, unstoppered flask that contained the potion he had created by reverse-engineering Lily Potter’s protection ritual.
He drank it this morning before either boy had woken, and yet nothing happened. He could not feel any changes physically, mentally, or in his magical core. There were no new wards added to the house because the foundational wards would have given him an unbearable headache. Nothing had changed in Harry either.
At that moment, Harry walked out of Severus’ spare bedroom with a red face and Draco in tow, a huge smirk on his face. Severus wanted to question them, but at the same time, he did not want to know. So he kept his mouth shut as they sat on either side of him.
“Did it work?” Draco asked as he started on his breakfast.
At the same time, Harry pointed at the flask and asked, “What’s that, Sev?”
“Failure,” he replied to both of them in a bitter tone. Six years’ worth of his work was now worthless. Severus could not figure out where he went wrong. Twin feelings of remorse at not being able to protect Lily’s son and worthlessness clawed their way into his heart.
“I am sorry that your efforts were not successful, Uncle Sev.”
“What does that potion do, Sev?” Harry asked. Severus looked at Draco, and Harry understood that Severus was asking whether he wanted Draco to hear this conversation. Harry nodded. “I trust him, Sev.”
A strange emotion appeared on Draco’s face that Severus could not catch before Draco’s features rearranged themselves into a perfect mask.
“When I met you six years ago, I went to Albus and tried to get him to relocate you away from those people but he told me that the reason he placed you with them was that they would offer you protection because of wards that erected themselves when Lily sacri… protected you from the Dark Lord.”
Harry nodded; he knew this part already, but something nagged at him. “Why did the Headmaster decide with whom I would end up? Isn’t he just a headmaster at a school.”
Draco laughed. “Potter. Dumbledore is not just a headmaster. That slimy git has its tentacles in almost every part of our lives. He has a hold over most of the students, except us Slytherins, of course. He leads the majority faction of the Wizengamot, and most, if not all laws passed are of his choosing. Worst of all, his hold extends to the International Court, where they chose him as the Supreme Mugwump because he defeated Grindelwald.”
“Nicely said,” Severus complimented Draco’s answer before he turned to Harry. “But that’s not the reason. Albus is your guardian in the magical world since you have no other magical relatives.”
“Some guardian,” Harry scoffed, anger in his veins. “He didn’t even check up on me once. He didn’t care about me, not even when they—“
Harry choked on his words, and Severus reached out and grabbed his hand.
“He is awful, no doubt about that. I could not do anything to remove you since my only ally at that time was Draco’s father. So, I worked on a Potion that could theoretically replicate the effects of your mother’s ritual. I completed it last week and waited until yesterday to ask you if you wanted to live with me… as a… gift for your birthday.”
“Wait!” Draco exclaimed, putting down his fork and knife. “Yesterday was your birthday. How could I have… never mind. Today, Uncle Sev, when we go to Gringotts. We are to stop in Diagon Alley and I will get Harry an amazing present to make up for my mistake.”
Harry smiled at Draco’s tiny outburst. “Why did you move me this year then if the potion failed?”
“I never held faith in Albus’ claim that he could protect you, and after what happened last year, I wanted to protect you by keeping you close. I feel that I could have registered as your guardian with the Ministry, should you want it?”
“It was a test, wasn’t it,” Harry asked, a worried tone creeping into his voice. His grip on Severus’ hand tightened. Harry said, with determination in his eyes, “I want you to become my guardian.”
*
Silverfang sat at his desk, eyeing the young boy who sat in front of him with curiosity.
It had been eleven years since he had last seen the young Prince’s heir. Edward had been but a child then, unable to control the way his eyes and hair changed when he saw strangers. The child had also been accompanied by the young Prince Lord and his betrothed, the young Lord, to the House of Lupin.
And now, here he sat in Silverfang’s office, all on his own. Coincidentally, an hour before the Prince Lord would be visiting.
“I just don’t understand this, Mr. Silverfang,” the young heir whispered, looking devastated by the results of the blood test that he had requested. Edward had entered the bank and immediately gone to the Goblin Teller to ask for an inheritance test. The boy looked frantic, cold and wet at the same time. Twenty minutes later, after he was given dry robes and a tiny vial of blood was taken from him, with his permission, of course.
They brought him to Silverfang’s office after the inheritance testers poured the vial onto a sheet of enchanted parchment, and the results appeared. Gringotts’ Inheritance Tests were infallible because of how the blood was tested. In Vault 493, small amounts of blood were collected from every single wizard who dealt with Gringotts in the last five hundred years. The parchment had a find-and-match spell that would tell who the person was if they were registered at birth by the parents, any houses or bloodlines they were related to because of their blood, and of which houses or bloodlines they were potential or registered heirs of. What it also did was turn green or purple or orange based on what kind of, if any, potions or spells the person was dosed with, as most potions entered the blood within an hour, and spells latched onto a person’s magical core.
The results were quite damning.
Gringotts Test of Inheritance
Name: Edward Lupin-Black (né Prince)
Age: Twelve
Parents and Guardians:
Remus Lupin [Father]
Severus Prince (né Snape) [Father]
Sirius Black [Godfather]
James Potter [Godfather]
Lily Potter (née Evans) [Godmother]Bloodlines:
Prince [by blood]
Lupin [by blood]
Hufflepuff [by blood]
Black [from godparent]
Vaults:
Prince [Heir]
Lupin [Heir]
Hufflepuff [Heir & Lord]
Black [Heir]
Potter [Godchildren]
Heirships and Lordships:
Prince: 1 seat
Lupin: 2 seats
Hufflepuff: 4 seats
Black: 14 seats [pending line of succession]
Active Spells and Potions:
Memory Removal Spells
Loyalty Potions
Werewolf Suppression Potion
Influence Potions
“What is it that you do not understand, Lord Prince Lupin-Black,” Silverfang gently asked the boy.
“How could he not know?” Edward clarified. He pointed to the parchment before him. “It is right here. I am his heir. How could he appoint me his heir then turn around and forget that I am his son?”
“Lord Prince acts like you are not his son?” Silverfang asked, confused since when Severus Snape had declared the boy to be his heir all those years ago, the man had been the most expressive he had ever been. “That should not be possible.”
“Why not?”
“I was there, heir Edward—”
“Teddy. Please, call me Teddy. No heir or lord. Just Teddy,” Edward interrupted.
Silverfang smiled at him, which usually scared away most wizards. His respect for the young werewolf had gone up a notch since most of the snooty, pureblood types demanded them to refer to them by their titles. “Only if you do me the honour of calling me Silverfang. No other titles or honorifics.”
Teddy nodded.
“As I was saying, it should not be possible that Lord Prince does not remember who you are. I was there, all those years ago, as I was still the Manager of the Prince vaults. He was ecstatic, which is a word one generally does not use in connection with your father. Perhaps he is under a memory spell, as you currently are.”
Teddy bristled at that and muttered something under his breath. The only word Silverfang could catch was ‘Dumbledore’, which was a revelation in itself.
“What are all these potions listed on the parchment?” Teddy asked, a silent rage forming in his eyes.
“Well, the loyalty potions and influence potions change what you are loyal towards and influences your thoughts and actions. They are very illegal and normally, we would submit this to the Ministry’s DMLE immediately.”
“Normally?” Teddy asked.
“Well you are a high-ranking heir, so we do take into consideration your opinion on the matter. Additionally, since you are not of age yet, a parent would need to make this decision.”
“Oh, I see. And what does the werewolf suppression potion do?”
Silverfang averted his eyes. “It’s a goblin invention,” he admitted, a sense of shame enveloping him. “Since wizards tend to shun wolves, they came to us for their needs. We learned a little bit about them, too, like how the wolf and the wizard were two different halves of the person. I have read, in accounts from my great-uncle, how the transformation was painless if both halves sort of assimilated and joined together. The potion was created as a means to subdue the wolf side when the werewolf transformed so that both sides could, in a manner of speaking, converse and achieve unity.
“However, the wizards used it on the wolves when they were not transformed, making them angrier and more violent than a normal predator is. Seventy years ago, we restricted that potion from being made and no longer sold the one ingredient that they needed for its creation: goblin blood. The wolfsbane potion was their idea of a replacement.
“You came into harm because of this potion that a goblin invented. Because of this, I must apologise on behalf of all of goblin-kind. However, I must write to the Goblin Prince and inform him of this, and please know that he will want to speak to you about this matter.”
Teddy simply nodded, stunned at the information. “Is there any way to remove these spells and potions?”
“There is no way to repair the memory spell damage unless you can regain the memories intact and place them back in your mind. For the potions, you can go to St. Mungo’s and get a full-body checkup done and the healer should clear the potions. But since I am guessing that is not an option for a werewolf like yourself, we have our own goblin healer that will help you, for a price of course,” Silverfang replied.
Teddy was about to say something when he was interrupted by a knock on the door.
“Enter,” Silverfang said. He knew who it was going to be. The Lord Prince had inquired about a meeting today, which would be beginning in ten minutes.
A goblin entered, catching her breath. “The Lord Prince has arrived for the meeting, along with him is the Potter heir and the Malfoy heir.”
“Thank you,” Silverfang said as she exited. Teddy, however, looked pale and worried. “I take it you do not want to meet with him now?” He smiled, having grown fond of the young werewolf, and opened a drawer on his desk and took out a cloak. “Take this and leave my office the same way you came. The cloak is designed to obscure your identity. Leave it with the teller, once you come to the upper levels.”
“I don’t know how to thank you, Silverfang.” Teddy accepted the cloak and pulled it on over his clothes.
“It is the least I can do, Teddy, considering what happened with the potion. Now go on, I will send an owl to you confirming you appointment to clear the potions from your body.”
Silverfang watched as the boy left and felt a small bit of anger towards the Lord Prince, who could not even bother to check up on his own son.