Yes. I know. I've done it again. I've started another story even when I have 5 on my plate already. I just can't help it. My brain is overflowing with ideas and I have to express them. Anyway, please enjoy this new story! :) xx

Prologue

April 20 2002

A tiny pattering of feet aroused Ginny and Harry as the small, turquoise-haired boy flew into the room and climbed into the bed, wriggling in between his two godparents. He grinned at them, his mouth missing quite a few teeth and scrunched his eyes shut. With a silent pop, his hair turned black, his golden eyes changed to green and a lightning-shaped scar sprang up on his forehead.

"Guess who?" trilled the boy.

Ginny exchanged endearing looks with Harry and pretended to be deep in thought. "Er... this is so hard!"

Teddy giggled.

"Are you, Harry?" asked Ginny, pretending to look uncertain.

Clapping his hands together, Teddy bounced up and down. "Yes! Harry!" His features returned to their normal appearance.

Harry ruffled his godson's hair. "Hey, squirt."

Teddy jumped on Harry and tried to put his glasses on him, accidentally poking Harry in the eye.

"Ouch," winced Harry, laughing a little as he kissed Teddy's forehead.

"Guess what?"

"What?" grinned Harry.

"S'my birthday!" the boy cried gleefully.

"Sure is, squirt. How many are you?"

Teddy struggled for a moment and then held up four tiny fingers. "Four!"

Ginny leaned over and kissed Teddy's cheek. "That's right," she said, lovingly. "You're a big four year old!"

"And you know what four year olds get?" asked Harry. Teddy's eyes widened. "Presents!"

"Yipee! Presents!" Teddy giggled happily, his hair turning gold with his laughter. It was a sound that Harry would never get used to hearing. He was still amazed that this wonderful boy was his godson. Andromeada had let Teddy sleep over at Grimmauld Place last night, and Harry and Ginny were to bring him over after breakfast for his birthday party. It had been a strange night; Harry and Ginny had felt like real parents. They had had to bathe him, give him dinner and send him to bed, and Ginny had read him Babbity Rabbity and the Cackling Stump. But it had been the greatest night of their lives, preparation for their own children one day.

"Quick! Quick! Presents!" insisted Teddy, pulling at Harry's hand to get him out of bed.

"Alright, I'm coming," Harry chuckled and followed his godson out of the bedroom.

"I'll be down in a minute, just having a shower," called Ginny from the bathroom.

Teddy practically sprinted down the stairs and almost knocked over Kreacher, who was on his way to deliver the laundry to Ginny.

"Ooops," said Teddy, trying to help the elf to his feet.

"Not at all, Master Teddy," said Kreacher, bowing at Teddy. "Kreacher is fine."

Teddy gave Kreacher a smile and continued into the kitchen, all the while dragging poor Harry behind him. There, on the table, was a large, wrapped present, with green dragons soaring across the paper. Teddy was there in a flash, ripping the wrapping paper to shreds in order to discover the goodies underneath. His eyes were hungry as his fingers retrieved a square, black leather book. He looked at it strangely, continuously turning it around, and sniffed it.

"Open it," said Harry kindly. Teddy slowly opened it and a frown appeared on his face. It was empty, except for the first page, which contained a photograph. Teddy immediately recognised himself, only an infant, with a tuft of turquoise hair sticking up from his head. He was in the arms of a woman he didn't know, with bubble gum pink hair. A man was next to her, his eyes tired and there were a few scars on his face, but he grinned up at the camera along with the woman. Curiosity burned inside Teddy. He could vaguely remember seeing them before, but where, he didn't know.

"Who are they?" he asked, looking up at Harry. Harry swallowed and was silent for a minute. He didn't know if he could bring himself to tell Teddy exactly who those people were, not on his birthday. The boy wouldn't be able to handle it. But he also couldn't deny his godson an answer.

"They are old friends," said Harry quietly.

"Oh," said Teddy, satisfied with the answer. Harry breathed a sigh of relief; he had secretly wanted to leave Ginny to that explanation when the time came. "What is this?"

Harry laughed at his godson's curiosity. "It's a photo album, squirt. You put your photos in there so that you can look back on them when you get older."

Teddy seemed a little disappointed with the present. Harry couldn't blame him. No four year old wanted a photo album when there was a vast range of wonderful and magnificent toys to play with. The album was Hermione's idea. She told Harry that when Teddy was older, he would appreciate the gift, as it was the only way he could see his parents. Much like Harry's own photo album of his parents that Hagrid had given to him at the end of first year. It was something he would treasure forever.

Harry ruffled Teddy's hair and kissed his forehead. "Guess what, squirt," he said happily. "When we go over to Grandmama's, we will take lots of photos and we can put them in there! You'll be like a superstar!"

Brightening up at this idea, Teddy giggled and ran upstairs to tell Ginny about his present. Harry sighed and ran a hand through his hair. It had been simple that time, but he didn't know if he could handle those questions yet. Teddy would only grow more curious with age. Harry just hoped that when the time came, he would be able to give him an answer.

Please tell me what you think :) Reviews are most definitely welcome! I hope I portrayed Harry and Teddy's relationship well here. :) xx