A/N; Hello! I've never written anything before like this and published it, but, erm… here we go!

Disclaimer: The lovely J.K. Rowling wrote Harry Potter… Not me.

"Muuuuuuummmmy!" Ginny ran down the stairs, long red hair tied up in a bun-she'd been real good about buns since they'd adopted Teddy and he'd liked yanking her hair-her heart in her throat. Had a garden gnome gotten in again? Maybe some giant spider or something that could just gobble little Teddy right up-

she stopped when she was he was bawling over a Teddy bear, and Ginny knelt down, confused, as Teddy kept bawling, his hair having turned blue overnight again.

How sadly fitting.

"Sweetie… What… What are you crying about?" She asked softly, reaching out a hand, only for Teddy to bawl even harder, holding out his bear again.

"He's bwoken!" He said, and Ginny furrowed her brows, carefully taking the bear, giving it a once over. No seam breaks, no obvious rips… She looked at Teddy again, who was now just sniffling, wiping at his eyes with the backs of his tiny little fists. so Ginny checked again, just to be sure.

Still nothing.

"He isn't broken, Teddy.." Ginny said softly, trying to be soothing, only for Teddy to nearly start screaming again as tears and snot streamed out, making her quickly take it back just to get him to please, please, for the love of Merlin, stop. "Okay, okay, Mister Snuffles is broken. How do you want me to fix him?" She asked quickly, reaching forward, wiping a few tears off the little boy's cheeks.

"He won't change colors, Mummy. He must be sick." Ginny's face fell, her heart breaking just a little. She didn't know what to say at first, not wanting her son to feel like he was different, but unsure how to tell him anything else.

"Well… He's a bear, honey. You're a special wizard, not even all wizards can change their hair-Daddy and I can't." She tried to sooth him, sitting down next to him, handing him back the bear and gently pulling him into her lap. Teddy sniffled softly, hugging his toy and looking up at her with those big eyes, wiping at his nose with the back of his hand.

"So I'm like an alien from Auntie Hermione's telly?" Ginny was confused why, every Christmas, her best friend and husband gathered with the children to watch some man with a green wand-thingy ran around with a blue box, but she nodded anyways. Teddy loved watching it.

"Sure, sweetie. You're an alien that is special." She promised Teddy, kissing the top of his head. "Mummy's special little alien."