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“Siiiiiiiiiiiigh,” Teddy sighed, staring out over the lake, thinking he was deeply depressed. The thirteen year old lay back on the grass and closed his eyes, thinking about his parents and generally being self-pitying. If Harry could see him, he’d probably be on the receiving end of a lecture which would of course, in his opinion, begin with ‘I never had what you have. My family hated me…’ BLAH! Teddy’s family hated him. He got a howler from his grandmother and all he’d done was put trip jinxes in random locations about the school. Life was so unfair to him. |
That kid was a stubborn little… thing. He really wouldn’t listen to reason. In fact, one might have thought he was the progeny of Sirius Black had it not been chronologically impossible. “Don’t ignore me, young man,” Harry said, trying to impose his authority as he babysat a two-year old baby metamorphmagus, who was extremely good at feigning deafness when it was time to tidy up. “Innor,” Teddy intoned, running to the next toy and plonking himself down, apparently doing a running commentary. Grabbing Teddy, Harry cringed when the kid started screaming. So Teddy ignoring him was better after all. |
Swimming in the Lake was a wonder that Teddy loved to behold. It may have been obvious from the turquoise colour he turned his hair when he was just a baby that he would end up being a fantastic swimmer, but if it wasn’t them, it surely was now. Teddy would dive deep down into the murky depths, always in search of the merpeople’s village he knew was down there. He never found it, it was too far down, but Teddy met a merman once, a young one… a new friend. Of course, after he resurfaced, they never met again. |
“You’re lucky, mate,” Harry was saying to his godson who had just come back from a Christmas eve date. “I had to go to the Yule Ball when I was like, fourteen. A whole bunch of us did the opening dance and everything,” he added, turning to look at a sniggering Teddy. “And just what is so funny?” The boy laughed before doing what looked liked a distressed stagger around the kitchen. It looked uncannily like Harry’s dancing. “You?” he spluttered, still moving. “Opening dance?” Harry opened his mouth to argue, but by then Teddy was in fits of giggles. |
Having long legs was a blessing, alright. Especially when you are Teddy Lupin, late for your own wedding. He didn’t want to run, because that would put sweat patches on his suit. Eww. “Drat!” Teddy muttered, cursing the Weasley’s for having such a long lane up to their house, and not letting anyone Apparate straight there. So, Teddy had to lope up their, running easily, but not heavily. He may as well have skipped. At long last he saw the golden flag atop the marquee up ahead and knew he was there. The loping had gotten him to his Victoire. |
Ever since he was born, Teddy was a regular appearance in the newspaper, thanks to Harry’s fame. At first it was sweet, recording his first steps and whatnot, but then the likes of Rita Skeeter somehow found her way into that section, and Harry was forced to take action. After having reported that the two-year old’s snatching of a toy from a friend was likely connected with abandonment issues, Harry finally succeeded in getting Skeeter fired from the prophet one and for all. And Teddy was left out of the public eye, ready to grow up like a normal child. |
“And what the heck are Dragonhide gloves?” Teddy was in a thoroughly bad mood. After having broken the glass telescope in that stupid shop, Harry had taken charge of his shopping and whatnot, leaving Teddy to feel like a naughty child being dragged around by a parent doing the shopping. “Gloves… made of Dragonhide, strangely enough,” Harry replied, handing over the money to pay for them. “Oh, see I was thinking more along the lines of: EEP! DRAGON! HIDE!” Teddy replied sarcastically. “Well, if you don’t want them, you can always handle dung in Herbology without them.” “… Sorry, Harry.” |
“MYYYYY TOYYYYY!” “MAIIIIIIN!” “NO!” “Boys!” came a yell from the doorway as Mrs Weasley bustled through. She was babysitting Teddy, James and Albus, who were nine, two and one respectively. Currently, Teddy was fighting with James for a cuddly toy, whilst Albus observed, semi-interested. The shout was enough to quell the riot that was about to break loose. “Teddy, leave it alone. I think it’s time you went and had a little sleep, if you’re cranky enough to argue over a toy.” “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Teddy yelled, tantruming and kicking out at another of James’ toys. So much for quelling the riot. |
“Teddy… you look like a human chocolate bar,” Harry said in exasperation as he approached his three-year old nephew, currently attempting to eat a bowl of chocolate pieces. The attempt had failed, to be frank, and Teddy was now absolutely covered with the sugary snack. It appeared he liked the brown colour, for the boy’s eyes and her were both the same shade of the food… unless he’d gone a bit too far in his efforts to get it everywhere. “Hawwy! Hoomin chucklit bahhhh,” Teddy repeated, still having somewhat delayed speech ability. He gave the man a chocolately grin. “Nummy!” |
“Ughhh, but Haaarrryyyyyy!” Teddy complained, tugging on the man’s sleeve. “I haaaaate portkeeeeeeeeys!” Rather amused by the young lad’s whining, Harry turned and bent down, so he could meet Teddy‘s eyes. “It’s a portkey or nothing, mate. If you’d rather not go see the quidditch, that’s fine with me.” Teddy stood for a moment, pouting and in apparent turmoil. “Fine then,” he said, sulking and folding his arms across his chest. Harry was thankful; he really wanted to see the quidditch more than Teddy did. Placing their hands on the deflated football, they felt the familiar jerk behind the navel. |
“AAAATCHOOOOO!” Harry blinked in surprise as he stared over at Teddy. The nine-year old wasn’t one for getting colds in the middle of summer. That was… rather odd. “Are you okay Te-” “AAAAAAAAAAATCHHHOOOOOOO!” Apparently not. Harry headed over to the boy who was petting a large boarhound and did a couple of diagnostic spells. Then he raised his eyebrows in surprise. “You’re allergic to dogs.” How convenient. Being the son of a werewolf and everything. Odd. Harry opened his mouth to say something to the boy, who was now obviously overcome with allergy symptoms. “We’ll get you a potion.” “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATCHHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” |
GUH! How Teddy hated lectures. From the very first potions lesson they had been taught via talkiiiiiing. Which was boriiiiiing. Up ahead, two cauldrons bubbled with apparently harmful potions. Teddy only perked up when his sensitive hearing picked up on the word ‘volatile’, causing a mischievous grin to lurk about his features. “Nuuuuuu Teddyyyy!” a fellow first year Ravenclaw whispered as she noticed said grin. Teddy turned to her and winked, causing the girl to facepalm. Greeeattttt. Moments later, as a couple of 6th years passed the door of the classroom, an almighty BOOM could be heard, along with… “LUUUUUUUUUPIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!” |
“How d’you spell ‘spell’,” Teddy asked, turning to look at his godfather as he lay on his stomach doing his homework. Harry looked at him incredulously. “Are you serious?” he asked, looking concerned. “How’ve you got through Hogwarts without knowing how to spell ‘spell’?” “Well,” Teddy started, leaning on his elbow as he glanced around. “When we spell ‘spell’, it’s usually the kind of spell you don’t have to spell, and we have the tape that helps us to spell, as well. Whereas we say ‘spell’ and say our spells, we don’t really have to spell out the spells.” “Swell.” |
Okay, so in Defence Against the Dark Arts, it was all about keeping on your toes and knowing you can make yourself invisible and whatnot, right? Well, Teddy didn’t need to be invisible; he had a constant disguise. The Professor had lectured him on this when Teddy had tried to make an excuse on ditching the lesson where they were doing magical disguises and whatnot. Soooooo… after that, Teddy made a habit of attending each and every class with a different appearance, sometimes becoming a double of another student in that class. Teddy was surprised when that particular Professor quit. |
WHAM! BAM! That’s the general sound you hear when you throw a rock hard snowball at an unsuspecting Hufflepuff. Teddy had packed the snow in tightly, his fingers numb from cold by that time, and launched it at a nearby seventh year… Who then proceeded to tackle the thirteen year old to the ground. “I submit! I submit!” the Ravenclaw yelled frantically, squirming when he felt the Hufflepuff shove handfuls of snow down the back of his shirt, where it slid allllllll the way down his back, nearly getting past the waistband of his jeans. “Dude… you…” Hufflepuffs were evil. |
“Sooooo… this timeturner fandango…” Teddy said, seeming bamboozled. He had just learnt of the year his godfather and the man’s friends first encountered his actual father. The story was relatively thrilling, but mind-blowing… which admittedly, Teddy found hard. He may have been a Ravenclaw… but still. Hermione, who had been telling the story, looked at Teddy, thirteen, and tilted her head, before nodding in perfect understanding. She patted him gently on the shoulder, in a way that could have been patronising. If only she still had a timeturner, she’d tell herself NOT to try and explain it all to Teddy. |
“It was a jooooooke!” Teddy protested, looking all innocent as his grandmother loooomed over him, with a face that quite plainly said that whatever had happened hadn’t been too amusing. She folded her arms and looked scornfully down at the boy whilst a little ways behind her Harry was nursing one eye and looked like a cauldron had exploded in his face. “A JOKE!” he bellowed, wincing. “I’ll be lucky if I end up looking like old Mad-Eye.” Teddy looked solemn. “Merlin rest his soul.” Harry and Andromeda both glared at Teddy, Harry through his one good eye. “Bed?” “Bed.” |
“Teddy… you seem very snappish today,” Victoire was talking to Teddy over the breakfast table one morning. It was summer, and not long since she had to leave for the Hogwarts Express. Teddy had stayed at Bill’s that night , because it was blatantly obvious that the man’s daughter and the young metamorphamagus had something going on. Teddy had slept on the sofa, and he now had a bad back. “Snappish? I’m NOT snappish! YOU’RE the snappish one!” the boy snapped. Victoire raised an eyebrow. “Well if you want to act like a hormonal woman until I leave…” “NOT SNAPPISH!” |
“But… Parselmouths are evil!” Teddy was exclaiming, shocked, as his godfather told him one of the many stories of his past. The small boy was all set to go to Hogwarts in a few weeks, and Harry Potter thought it wise to tell the boy some of the less nice aspects of his past there. Right now, the man sighed, slightly exasperated, but still willing to be patient. “Do I seem evil to you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. Teddy stayed decidedly quiet, thinking of times he’d been told off. A specific joke came to mind. “Weeeellllll…” “Don’t even start.” |
“Teddy, I AM WARNING YOU!” As there usually was when the boy, Teddy, was being admonished, a giggle rippled through the house. This particular metamorphmagus had gotten hold of a certain Cloak of Invisibility and was running around the house, wearing it. Of course, he didn’t realise it didn’t cover sound. “TEDDY! LOOK WHERE YOU ARE GOING…” The boy ignored the warning and slipped… straight down the stairs. Harry had heard him make the floorboards creak at the top stair, but spoke too late. Running down to his no longer invisible godson, Harry tried to comfort him. "I warned you." |
A small man with an irish accent floated over the heads of Teddy and Victoire, pelting them with gold coins that had no right to hurt, considering they weren’t real. Nearby, Ron Weasley scowled and continued eating his Christmas dinner, fifteen year old son, Hugo, at his elbow. The older red-head stared at his son and then up at the leprechauns, and Teddy watched, curious. On Teddy’s other side, Harry leaned in to murmur something to him. “Ron’s had a few, ahhhh… bad experiences with Leprechauns…” “Then why did you tell me to hire one?” Harry grinned, eyes shining gleefully. |
A girlish, high-pitched scream came from a floor above, and everyone in the kitchen of the Potter household looked up. The only person absent was Teddy, but nobody was worried; the scream came from Harry’s study, the place that Teddy had been forbidden from entering. Ginny was the first to resume reading the newspaper. “Seems Teddy found the boggart,” she said casually, as everyone else carried on with their lives. Not a minute later, the teen in question sprinted down to the kitchen, pale as a ghost. Harry smiled at him. “I do believe you’re grounded.” “But Harry-” “You. Bed.” |
“STUPID KNEAZLE!” Teddy exclaimed, hopping on one foot as he tried to get rid of the pain from the dropped books. He swore loudly and made to kick Crookshanks, when Harry poked his head through the door to speak, but Teddy cut him off. “Do NOT tell me to go to bed,” he seethed, throwing his textbooks into his trunk. Harry opened his mouth again. But- “I will NOT apologise to Hermione.” Again Harry opened his mouth, and again- “I said I am NOT going to bed early.” Harry turned away. “Love you, son,” came his voice. Teddy was speechless. |
“I refuse.” “I don’t care.” “So don’t.” “You’re in Ravencl-” “Don’t care.” Hermione was trying to help Teddy choose school subjects. Or rather, lecture him into… “I don’t WANT to take Ancient RUNES!” the boy exclaimed, scowling. Hermione glared and turned to Harry, who was ‘talking to Ron’, though the pair were trying hard not to laugh. “Can’t you send him to bed or something?” “Now Hermione, why would I do a thing like that?” Hermione scowled and turned back to Teddy, whilst Harry and Ron mused on what kind of homework diary Teddy would get for Christmas from Hermione. |
The crystal ball in the centre of the table was beginning to steam up, as though some fortune teller was too close when seeing the future. Well… that was half right. Teddy lay with his head on the table, cuddled up close to the crystal ball, breath creating condensation on it as he murmured sleepily… Above him slightly, the Divination professor held a glass of cold water, which he abruptly poured onto the boys face. “EEEEP!” Teddy squealed, jumping up straight away, his hair sopping wet. He glanced around at he classmates and scowled. If only he’d taken Ancient Runes. |
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