Happy news

Lupin arrives at Shell Cottage with news of Teddy's birth, and has a very special request for Harry

Extract from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

by J.K. Rowling

There was a bang on the front door. Everyone’s heads turned towards it. Fleur came running out of the kitchen, looking frightened; Bill jumped to his feet, his wand pointing at the door; Harry, Ron and Hermione did the same. Silently, Griphook slipped beneath the table out of sight.

‘Who is it?’ Bill called.

‘It is I, Remus John Lupin!’ called a voice over the howling wind. Harry experienced a thrill of fear; what had happened? ‘I am a werewolf, married to Nymphadora Tonks, and you, the Secret Keeper of Shell Cottage, told me the address and bade me come in an emergency!’

‘Lupin,’ muttered Bill, and he ran to the door and wrenched it open.

Lupin fell over the threshold. He was white-faced, wrapped in a travelling cloak, his greying hair windswept. He straightened up, looked around the room, making sure of who was there, then cried aloud, ‘It’s a boy! We’ve named him Ted, after Dora’s father!’ Hermione shrieked.

‘Wha—? Tonks – Tonks has had the baby?’

‘Yes, yes, she’s had the baby!’ shouted Lupin. All around the table came cries of delight, sighs of relief: Hermione and Fleur both squealed,

‘Congratulations!’ and Ron said, ‘Blimey, a baby!’ as if he had never heard of such a thing before.

‘Yes – yes – a boy,’ said Lupin again, who seemed dazed by his own happiness. He strode round the table and hugged Harry; the scene in the basement of Grimmauld Place might never have happened.

‘You’ll be godfather?’ he said, as he released Harry. ‘M – me?’ stammered Harry.

‘You, yes, of course – Dora quite agrees, no one better –’

‘I – yeah – blimey –’

Harry felt overwhelmed, astonished, delighted: now Bill was hurrying to fetch wine and Fleur was persuading Lupin to join them for a drink.

‘I can’t stay long, I must get back,’ said Lupin, beaming around at them all: he looked years younger than Harry had ever seen him. ‘Thank you, thank you, Bill.’

Bill had soon filled all of their goblets; they stood and raised them high in a toast.

‘To Teddy Remus Lupin,’ said Lupin, ‘a great wizard in the making!’

‘ ’Oo does ’e look like?’ Fleur enquired.

‘I think he looks like Dora, but she thinks he is like me. Not much hair. It looked black when he was born, but I swear it’s turned ginger in the hour since. Probably be blond by the time I get back. Andromeda says Tonks’s hair started changing colour the day that she was born.’ He drained his goblet. ‘Oh, go on then, just one more,’ he added, beaming, as Bill made to fill it again.

The wind buffeted the little cottage and the fire leapt and crackled, and Bill was soon opening another bottle of wine. Lupin’s news seemed to have taken them out of themselves, removed them for a while from their state of siege: tidings of new life were exhilarating. Only the goblin seemed untouched by the suddenly festive atmosphere, and after a while he slunk back to the bedroom he now occupied alone. Harry thought he was the only one who had noticed this, until he saw Bill’s eyes following the goblin up the stairs.

‘No ... no ... I really must get back,’ said Lupin at last, declining yet another goblet of wine. He got to his feet and pulled his travelling cloak back around himself. ‘Goodbye, goodbye – I’ll try and bring some pictures in a few days’ time – they’ll all be so glad to know that I’ve seen you –’

He fastened his cloak and made his farewells, hugging the women and grasping hands with the men, then, still beaming, returned into the wild night.


Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

By J.K. Rowling