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Chapter 1

Teddy felt that something was out of order the minute he set eyes on James: the four year-old did not throw himself at Teddy, squealing happily and ordering green hair as he usually did. No, this time James looked at him with anger and gritted teeth.

"James?" Teddy asked. "Is something the matter?"

"You're leaving!" James accused him and Teddy blinked, involuntarily changing his hair blue. Behind them, Teddy's grandmother, Andromeda, laughed softly and entered the room at the end of the corridor, where she was greeted by laughter and questions where she had left the boy for who they were throwing the party. All in all, Teddy was left alone to deal with the angry four year-old. He scratched his nose and tried to be logical.

"Listen, James, I must go to Hogwarts. You knew that before."

James nodded. "But you're leaving!" To Teddy's horror, the child's eyes filled with tears.

"I can't go to Hogwarts without leaving, James." Then, something clicked in his mind. "James, who told you that I was leaving?"

"Victoire," sniffed James. "She said you were leaving without me to study spells and have fun while we sit here and do nothing great."

I knew it! How low girls can sink to get their revenge, Teddy thought with the whole contempt that an eleven year-old boy could feel for a girl of ten.

"Listen, James, it's only temporary. I will come back for Christmas, I promise."

"Christmas!" James yelled indignantly and kicked Teddy with the full force of his four year-old leg. Teddy yelped and dashed after him, but the little devil had already reached the living room from where he grinned evilly at Teddy.

"I'll get you some day," Teddy muttered and entered the living room after James. "I'll get you too," he added, looking at the delicate girl with blue eyes and almost transparent skin who stared back at him with the air of innocence.

"Hey, Teddy bear, how are you?" Holey Uncle George winked at him. "Wetting yourself with fear that you might end up in Slytherin?"

"George!" Grandma Molly scolded him but he let the reproach pass past his only ear.

"I've done no such thing!" Teddy cried indignantly.

"Which, wetting your pants or ending up in Slytherin?" George insisted.

"Both of them! Neither of them! I won't be a Slytherin!"

"Now, now, Teddy, I was in Slytherin," his grandmother said, a warning note in her voice.

"I want to go to Hogwarts!" James yelled and started stamping his feet on the floor. "I want to go now!"

Well, no surprise there When James Potter wanted something, he always wanted it now – that same day, that same second.

There was laughter filling the room and James realized they were laughing at him, so that sent him into another fit of anger.

"Come here, boy," said Uncle George, lifting him from the floor.

"It all starts again," Grandma Molly sighed, but the corners of her mouth twitched a bit. "We experienced this drama every year since Bill became old enough to go to Hogwarts, Arthur, remember?"

"How could I ever forget the deafening yells and cries?" Granddad Arthur smiled.

Aunt Hermione used the distraction of everybody's attention to come next to Teddy and ask in a low voice, "Well, have you finished it?"

"Oh, yes, Aunt Hermione!" Teddy answered enthusiastically. "It's a great book!" His hair shone in turquoise because of his excitement, but he kept his voice low: no one should ever know that he found Hogwarts, A History an interesting read.

Of course, he had to know better. "You don't mean what I think you mean, do you, Teddy?" his godfather asked, grinning from ear to ear. "Oh, what will your Uncle Ron do when he hears that you like the Book-That-Should-Not-Be-Named?"

Well, that was too much. Harry Potter was the greatest godfather anyone could wish for – always taking him out for walks and ice-cream, teaching him how to fly, even helping him with his homework – but sometimes he acted like a child of young age, younger than Teddy himself. Well, drastic situations call for drastic measures, Teddy thought and his hair turned into determined Weasley-red. If his Uncle Ron heard about his liking of what he had proclaimed the most boring book ever, Teddy would never hear the end of it, and if Holey Uncle George got to know about it – no, the idea was too frightening even to think about. "Uncle Harry," Teddy said in a very mild voice so Hermione could not hear him. "do you want Aunt Ginny to be informed about what happened at our little male hiking trip last week?"

Harry shifted his feet uncomfortably. "I don't know what you are talking about," he said, but his voice was unconvincing. Teddy knew that he had won.

"I am talking about letting James fly on your broomstick all on his own," he supplied helpfully. "Do you think Aunt Ginny needs to be informed?"

Harry's face had turned definitely paled. "Teddy bear!" he said in a weak voice. "Are you blackmailing me?"

Teddy's hair settled on victorious vivid blue. "Yes, I am," he confirmed. "And do not call me 'Teddy bear!'" But he knew that he had no chance to change this nickname. Everybody thought that James' idea of naming him after the stupid toy was great!

Feeling better after winning this round, he decided to come clear with his major rival for weeks, so he walked to her. "Victoire?" he asked. "Do you want to go outside?"

She huffed and turned her back to him, but Teddy would have none of this; he took her hand and guided her out of the house, in the garden of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place.

"Well?" Victoire inquired coldly as soon as they were outside, her blue eyes piercing and angry – angry even though she had been the one who had wronged him.

"Why did you tell him that I was going to Hogwarts without him?" he asked.

"Because it's true!"

"Yes, it is, but why did you have to tell him that I would have fun while he would be here all alone?"

"Because he will be! He will be alone, and I will be alone, and – and – " Her voice turned suddenly pleading. "Oh, Teddy, why don't you want to stay with your Grandma just a bit longer? Just for another year, until I'm old enough to go to Hogwarts too? Then we could go together, and everything will be all right. Why don't you want to wait?"

Teddy sighed. He had lost track of the occasions when they had had the same conversation over the last month. Somehow, her pleas and her obvious grief, caused by his forthcoming departure, made him feel worse than her dirty tricks of sticking his things to the floor or telling James that he was leaving. "I can't, Vickie. You know that when a wizard or a witch comes of age, he or she must go to Hogwarts that same year. I can't stay at home even if I wanted to."

"And would you?" Victoire asked and held her breath. "If you could?"

Teddy hesitated. He wanted to tell her that he would have stayed, to play with her and keep her company since all her cousins were years younger than her; truth be told, she was a good mate. For a girl, that was it.

But – Hogwarts! His godfather and his uncles had told him so many stories about centaurs, the Forbidden Forest, the three-headed dog named Fluffy, the Charms Professor who was so tiny that he had to sit on a pile of books to see over his desk, and Hogsmeade, and – "No," Teddy finally said, "I don't think I would have."

Even in the darkness, he saw that Victoire's face had flushed furiously. "Fine," she said in what he recognized as her mother's coldest voice. She turned and headed for the house angrily. "Victoire!" he cried after her.

"I really, really hate you, Teddy Lupin!" she yelled and left him alone.

What did I say to make her this angry, he wondered. Sometimes, girls are really strange. He was sure that by now, his hair had turned into a miserable green.

A soft laughter came to him and when he turned to face the newcomer, he found himself face to face with Uncle Bill, who was grinning from ear to ear. "Don't take it too hard," the man advised Teddy. "She will come around eventually, and so will James."

"Do you think so?" Teddy asked hopefully.

"I know so, kid" Uncle Bill assured him. "Trust me, I know what I am talking about – having to deal with the same thing for seven years – Fred and George were the worst – " His face darkened and Teddy knew that he was thinking of his dead brother – Holey Uncle George's twin, who had died at the same time as Teddy's parents. "Come on, let's go back inside," he said, and Teddy obeyed.

Back into the living room, James had fallen asleep in his mother's lap. The kid had a real talent for sleeping – Teddy himself could never fall asleep when there was such noise all over the room. Unfortunately, Lily and Hugo, who were barely one-year old, were still awake and now crawled to him, pushing Lily's book in front of them. Teddy sighed because he knew what was expected of him. He sat next to them and Lily immediately started turning the pages in her book of fairytales, pointing with her chubby little finger at one animal or another and Teddy obediently changed his face like any of them, making the children giggle. Of course, Al could not let his sister receive something that he had not received himself, so he positioned himself next to them and ordered, "Teddy bear!" Teddy complied and changed his facial features to resemble Al's stuffed toy.

After a while, he decided to check whether Victoire was still angry with him or not. She was still angry. Smiling hesitantly, he told her that they would be in the same House next year, and all he received for his attention was a scowl and a hissed reply, "I do not want to be in the same house as you, Teddy Lupin!" So much for coming around

They left the party sooner than Teddy wanted, but his grandmother had insisted that Teddy needed a good sleep before tomorrow's ride. He checked his luggage and stopped to look at the picture that was standing on his nightstand: his mother, her hair bright pink, a wide grin spread across her face, his father, smiling contentedly, and Teddy himself – a little bundle, whose only distinguishing feature was his bright turquoise hair. The boy sighed, turned the lights off, and crawled in bed, determined to think of the great party that had been arranged for him rather than how he would go to King's Cross tomorrow: everyone would be with their parents, and he would have only his grandmother seeing him off.

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A. N. So, what do you think? Do you think I caught the situation right?