Can It Be? (cont. from DADA)

[Deamon]

Teddy came to a trembling halt in front of the Fat Lady, gasping for breath and anger rising in him. He looked up at the painting for a second, completely forgetting the password. She stared at him, tilting her head slightly.

"Fortuna Major," Teddy gasped. He could hear Victorie somewhere behind him. He climbed into the common room and dropped into one of the good armchairs by the fire, tears running down his face.

How could he? Teddy thought. The hurt, the bewilderment, it would never leave him. Teddy took a deep breath, his mind spinning. It was a boggart, and how do I know it was Remus? I could've been him, dead, for all I know. Teddy knew, though, that it was Remus. There was slight differences in the two; Teddy had picked them out from old photographs at the Potters house.

[Inky]

Victoire rushed after him - damn him and his athleticism, her and her dainty steps - "Fortuna major" she blurted out quickly, before the portrait hole could close again. The fat lady sighed, said something alone the lines of "well you could have been a bit quicker..." but she wasn't really listening - she was intent on finding Teddy.

She reached the common room, and saw him sitting there, wet face, hurt etched on his face. "Oh Ted..." she went over, and knelt beside the chair, arm and chin resting on the armrest of his chair "Ted...?" she said again, hoping for a reply. There was none. "Listen Teddy... I know wha- what happened back there.. it wasn't right - It was wrong, dreadfully wrong - I have 'alf a mind to go back down there and give him a piece of my mind-" Her temper was rising now.
She thought it over in her head - One of the only people Teddy trusted, one of the only people that loved him as much as she did - How could could he do that to him? How?

[Deamon]

Teddy looked up at her, wiping his face quickly. Victorie always knew how to say the right things. He took a deep breath, suddenly feeling much calmer.

"M-maybe he didn't know... w-what the boggart would turn into," Teddy said. "Or m-maybe I'm mistaken." Either way, Teddy thought, it was still low. Romulus rarely mentioned his brother; in fact, Teddy couldn't remember a single time Romulus talked about him. He learned about his parents more from Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Hermonine than from Romulus. He told Victorie this, too, staring into the fire.