Under the Cursed Moon - CH - 75

It didn’t take long for Teddy to do what he did best—befriend everyone.

At first, many of the visiting vampires had been wary of him. He was unlike anything they had encountered before—a shapeshifter child, raised among both wolves and vampires, yet carrying himself with the ease of someone completely at home in their presence. It was unsettling, yet oddly intriguing.

But Teddy had never been one to shy away from people.

With his boundless curiosity, he started asking questions—a lot of them.

He moved from one vampire to another, his bright eyes wide with interest as he bombarded them with everything that came to mind.

“How old are you?”
“Where were you from before you were turned?”
“What was it like being human?”
“Do you miss food? I bet you do. Do you remember what your favorite meal was?”
“Have you ever met someone older than you?”
“Were you in any wars? Oh! Did you ever meet a king or a queen?”

The vampires, initially hesitant, soon found themselves answering.

Some were amused by his enthusiasm. Others were stunned that he was not afraid of them. After all, for centuries, humans had feared vampires. And here was a boy, a wolf-child, looking at them with nothing but fascination.

Teddy befriended them without even trying.

Bella, watching from the sidelines, couldn’t help but smile.

Seeing Teddy back in Renesmee’s life filled her with relief. She had always been fond of him—after all, he had been close to her even before she became a vampire.

Back when she was human, Teddy had been like a little brother to her. He had always been there, always full of questions, always making her laugh.

And now, seeing him charm the vampires, she realized just how much he had grown.

Renesmee, standing beside her mother, grinned as she watched Teddy with amusement.

“He’s really something, isn’t he?” she said, giggling.

Bella nodded. “Yeah. He always has been.”

For the first time in a long time, the Cullen household felt lighter.

The tension from the Volturi’s impending arrival still loomed, but at least for now, there was laughter, curiosity, and something close to normalcy.

And it was all because of Teddy.

Now that Teddy had been introduced to the vampires, his presence at the Cullen household became much more natural. There were no more shocked whispers, no more questioning looks when he arrived.

He was accepted—or at least tolerated—by the vampires who had gathered in Forks. His natural charm and curiosity had disarmed them, and even those who initially doubted the Cullens’ stance found it difficult to see him as a threat.

With that, Teddy could easily go back to the Cullen house whenever he wanted.

And he did.

Every chance he got, he was back at Renesmee’s side, playing, talking, running through the forest together like before.

But while Teddy was enjoying his newfound freedom, Harry was furious.

When Harry found out that the clan had taken Teddy into a dangerous situation—surrounded by bloodthirsty vampires—he was livid.

His anger was unlike anything the Quileute pack had seen before.

“You took my son,” Harry’s voice had been deadly calm, “into a nest of vampires. Without telling me.”

Sam had personally ensured Teddy’s safety, and in the end, it had worked out.

But Harry didn’t care.

Teddy had been put at risk, and to Harry, there was no justification for that.

However, what truly calmed Harry was Teddy himself.

The boy had begged his father not to be angry. He had told him everything—how he had felt left out, separated from Renesmee, how he had just wanted to see her. And now that the vampires knew who he was, it was safe for him to visit the Cullens.

The vampires who had gathered in Forks, now accepting Teddy’s presence, often shared stories of their pasts and the unique abilities they possessed.

Teddy was fascinated.

A vampire who could control elements.
Another who could shift the weather at will.
Some who could manipulate emotions, bend the will of others, or vanish without a trace.

His curiosity had no limits, and the vampires found his enthusiasm endearing—even those who had once doubted his place among them.

But Alice Cullen had been watching Teddy carefully.

Her gift, the ability to see into the future, had always been both a blessing and a curse.

She had ignored it for a while, not feeling the need to intrude upon Teddy’s fate, but as she sat quietly one evening, her mind drifted forward, seeking glimpses of what was to come.

What she saw stopped her cold.

The Vision

Teddy.

Standing in a forest, his young form tense.

A woman, approaching him.

Her hair was blonde, shining under the light, though Alice couldn’t make out her face.

There was no danger in the vision—not immediately—but there was something… strange. Something unpredictable.

Alice’s eyes flickered back to the present, and she turned to face Teddy, who had been listening intently to a story about elemental manipulation.

“Teddy,” she said suddenly, interrupting his excitement.

The boy turned toward her, confused. “Yeah?”

She hesitated for just a second before speaking.

“Someone’s coming for you.”

Teddy blinked.

“What?”

Alice’s voice was softer now, more certain.

“A woman. Blonde hair. She’s coming to see you.”

Teddy frowned, his mind racing.

A blonde-haired woman?

He didn’t know any vampires like that—not ones who would come looking for him.

But the way Alice had spoken, so certain, so serious…

It meant something was about to change.

When the mysterious blonde woman finally arrived, the tension in the air vanished instantly.

It wasn’t an enemy.
It wasn’t a stranger.

It was Luna Lovegood.

She arrived in Forks in the most Luna-like way possible—unbothered by the rain, her wand tucked behind her ear, and a floating basket of wizarding sweets trailing behind her, wrapped in sparkling ribbons that changed colors every few seconds.

The moment Teddy saw her, his entire face lit up.

“AUNT LUNA!”

Before anyone could react, he ran straight at her, throwing his arms around her in an excited hug.

Luna, smiling dreamily as always, patted his head affectionately. “Oh, Teddy, dear, you’ve grown into such a big wolf,” she said serenely. “I hope you’re not shedding on people’s carpets. It’s considered impolite in some cultures, you know.”

Teddy laughed—he had missed her strange way of speaking so much.

She waved her wand, and the floating basket of wizarding sweets landed gently in Teddy’s arms.

“I brought you some Fizzing Whizzbees, a few Cauldron Cakes, and some Acid Pops—but be careful, they might burn your tongue off, and I’m sure you’d like to keep it.”

Teddy’s eyes sparkled. “You’re the best, Aunt Luna!”

“I know,” Luna said happily.

Meanwhile, Harry stood back, watching Luna with an amused yet knowing expression.

Luna might seem eccentric, but she never did anything without reason.

And sure enough, as she turned to him, her gaze softened.

“I needed to see you,” she said, her voice quieter now. “Things are… unsettling in the Wizarding World.”

Harry’s expression darkened slightly. “And you think we’re in danger?”

Luna tilted her head, considering. “I wouldn’t say danger, exactly,” she murmured, “but I did try to learn Divination recently, and my reading said that you and your family are going through a difficult time.”

She smiled suddenly. “So, I came to ask if you needed any help.”

Harry exhaled, shaking his head with a small chuckle. “You’re unbelievable, Luna.”

“Yes,” she said simply.

But Harry knew what she was really asking.

She wasn’t just here to chat.

She had come because something was shifting, and even if she didn’t fully understand it yet, she wanted to be ready.

And Harry had learned long ago—when Luna felt something was coming, she was usually right.

Teddy was determined.

Luna had never been to the magical side of Seattle, and as soon as he realized it, he became adamant that they had to take her on a tour.

“It’s only fair,” Teddy argued, his blue eyes wide with excitement. “Aunt Luna loves exploring strange things, and Seattle has tons of magical history! We have to show her everything!”

Luna, always eager for new adventures, nodded in agreement. “Yes, I think that’s a splendid idea. I heard there’s a local herbologist who grows Moonlit Nightshade in his garden. It’s said to whisper secrets to those who listen closely enough.”

Teddy gasped. “WE HAVE TO GO FIND IT.”

Before finalizing their trip, Teddy turned to Harry with a hopeful expression.

“Dad… can Renesmee come too?”

Harry hesitated.

Taking Renesmee Cullen, a half-vampire child, into the heart of the magical community was… complicated. Not because she would be in danger, but because she was an anomaly, just like Teddy himself. Some wizards were still closed-minded when it came to creatures and hybrids.

Harry exhaled, giving Teddy a long look before finally nodding.

“Alright,” he said. “But we keep a low profile. No unnecessary attention.”

Teddy cheered, grabbing Renesmee’s hands. “We’re going on an adventure!”

Renesmee beamed. “Finally!”

With Luna, Teddy, Renesmee, and Hermione as the explorers, they set out for a day filled with magic, history, and mystery.

The magical side of Seattle wasn’t as large as places like Diagon Alley in London, but it had its own unique charm.

The Floating Library of Puget Sound – A massive enchanted boat that drifted between the waterways of the city, carrying ancient magical tomes that could only be read while aboard.

The Emerald Enclave Market – A hidden bazaar of magical artifacts, run by a mix of wizards, witches, and even some friendly supernatural beings.

The Runestone Circle of the West – A site of old Nordic magic, where wizards used to gather centuries ago. Some said the stones still whispered spells from the past.

The Underground Alchemist’s Lab – A place where potion-makers had secretly brewed elixirs during the time of Prohibition, hidden deep beneath the city.

As they walked through these places, Luna was delighted by everything.

She examined enchanted streetlamps that flickered between realms, listened to whispering runes, and even bought a small vial of stardust that was said to glow under a full moon.

Teddy and Renesmee ran ahead most of the time, dragging Hermione and Luna with them from one stall to another, excitedly pointing out everything strange and wonderful.

It was a day of freedom, laughter, and exploration.

The air in the Cullen household was heavy with tension.

Everyone had felt it—the shift in energy, the growing weight of what was coming. The Volturi were near.

They would arrive tomorrow.

Carlisle had gathered all the vampires who had come to stand witness, their murmurs filling the space with a sense of uneasy anticipation.

The Quileute pack had also been informed, and they had made it clear—they would be there to witness the event as well. The Volturi’s arrival wasn’t just a vampire matter; it was happening on their land, and they had every right to be present.

Tension buzzed through the room, every vampire knowing that what happened tomorrow could change everything.

And then—

Alice gasped.

She had been still just moments ago, sitting near Jasper, her eyes distant as she tried to focus her visions. But now—her entire body tensed, her fingers curling, her breath sharp and uneven.

Her eyes snapped open.

They were wide with fear.

Carlisle immediately turned to her. “Alice?” he asked, his voice steady but urgent. “What is it? Are we in danger?”

Alice was shaking her head.

“The Volturi will arrive tomorrow,” she said, her voice tight. “But that’s… not what I saw that worries me.”

The room fell silent.

Every vampire, every wolf, every being listened.

Alice took a deep breath, her voice quieter now, but filled with something worse than fear.

“The Volturi,” she whispered, “are traveling through Harry’s land.”

The room went deathly still.

For the Cullens, that meant something terrifying.

Carlisle’s face lost color. Esme inhaled sharply. Jasper stiffened. Edward closed his eyes as if already anticipating the worst.

But the other vampires—those who had come to witness the event—looked at each other in confusion.

They didn’t know who Harry was.

They had heard the name before, spoken in hushed, careful whispers by the Cullens, but they had never been given an explanation.

Now, they could see the Cullens’ reaction, the way fear rippled through them, the way Alice’s voice trembled when she spoke his name.

It was clear—Harry was someone important.

And more than that—he was someone dangerous.

One of the visiting vampires, a tall man with deep red eyes, frowned slightly. “Who… exactly is Harry?”

Another vampire, a woman with jet-black hair, crossed her arms. “Yes. You’ve all spoken of him before, but never explained. If this Harry is so significant, why do none of us know of him?”

Carlisle exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. His voice was calm, but there was an undeniable edge to it.

“Because,” he said, “there are some things better left unspoken.”

The vampires shifted uncomfortably.

That was not an answer.

Edward finally spoke, his voice low, measured. “He is… not someone you want as an enemy.”

The black-haired vampire scoffed, shaking her head. “So what? The Volturi are traveling through his land. What does that mean? Why would that be dangerous?”

Alice closed her eyes briefly, before fixing them on the group.

“No one,” she said slowly, “dares to travel through Harry’s land without permission.”

The way she said it—the weight behind it—made even the most arrogant vampires hesitate.

And then Carlisle sealed it.

“If Harry finds out,” he said carefully, “that the Volturi have trespassed on his land…”

He met every single pair of eyes in the room, letting them feel the weight of his next words.

“…he might attack them.”

A ripple of unease swept through the group.

Attack the Volturi?

That was unheard of.

Even those who opposed the Volturi never dared to challenge them directly. They were too strong, too organized. The rulers of their kind.

But the Cullens were not speaking hypothetically.

They knew.

They understood something that the others didn’t.

Because Harry could.

And if it came to a fight…

It wouldn’t be the Volturi’s victory.