"Teddy, your letter's arrived!" Ginny called from the bottom of the stairs.

I raced down the stairs to see it, to be sure it was true. As if she understood my fear, Ginny handed the letter over to me so I could look at it. She was right, it was a genuine Hogwarts letter.

Now, you're probably wondering why I'm living with Ginny instead of my parents or even my grandparents. When I was born, my mum and dad named Harry Potter as my godfather, and unfortunately my parents died not long after I was born in the Battle of Hogwarts. After their death, I was sent to live with my grandparents till I was two when they realized that they were just too old to raise a child. After that, I was shipped off to Harry who had finished his final year at Hogwarts and was courting his best friend's little sister, Ginny Weasley. They were married two years later. I was seven when they had their first child, James Sirius Potter, and eight when little Albus Severus came along. Just a year after Al, little Lilly Luna, their only daughter, came and the house was rather crowded with all them babies. Now I'm eleven with a four year old James, a three year old Al, and a two year old Lilly.

"I can't believe I'm finally going to Hogwarts!" I exclaimed as James came in the room holding a cat by its tail.

"James, what are you doing with that?" Ginny asked him trying not to laugh.

The cat hissed and scratched at James's leg as he replied, "It was attacking Lilly, I brought it so you could punish it, Mum."

"How sweet of you, James," she smiled. "I'll take care of that."

Ginny removed the animal from her son's grasp and sent him to his father to have his scratches cared for. After releasing the cat out the front door, Ginny went to find Lilly to see what kinds of scratches she may have. I walked into the living room where Al sat playing a game of Go Fish with himself while watching the muggle TV program Barney. Barney was probably the stupidest show ever, but Al was obsessed with it, so everyone tolerated it for him.

"Hey, Al, guess what," I told him.

"What?" he asked.

"I'm going to Hogwarts. My letter just came."

"I wanna see," the three year old squealed.

I held out the letter for him to see with McGonagall's signature and everything.

"Cool," he sighed. "How long till I get mine?"

"Eight years, little buddy, eight years."

"But I wanna go now, with you," he whined.

"I know pal, but you gotta wait."

"Teddy, I'm headed to check on my brother if you want to come to Diagon Alley now," Ginny called.

"Coming, Ginny," I replied rushing to the hall where she was waiting for me before Apparating.

We went to all the boring shops first to get my supplies and wand, then she took me over to Uncle George's joke shop. Uncle George always says it's not the same without Uncle Fred, who I never met, but at least it's better since he married Angelina and they have a daughter a year younger than me and a niece my age who visits every day. Victiore is her name.

"Hey, Uncle George," I said as I entered the shop. "Hi, Victiore."

Uncle George wasn't really my uncle, he's Ginny's brother, but I've called him my uncle for as long as I could remember.

"Ey, mi friend, Teddy," Victiore said in her rough approximation of her mother's French accent.

"Now, now, Victiore, what have we said about the accent?" I chided her.

"I know, Teddy, but I love imitating mother. She's so different from the rest of us."

"Now, what jokes does Uncle George have for me for this year?"

"No way, Teddy. You are not going to do any pranking at school. George has already been informed that he is not permitted to sell you any pranks," Ginny scolded.

"Damn!" I swore.

"What was that, Theodore Remus?"

"I said darn, Ginny."

"That's what I thought," she smirked. "Now, lets go get you a pet before we head home."

Ginny took me to Magical Menagerie where I found a simple snowy white owl. I remembered Harry used to own a similar owl named Hedwig, so I felt it was wrong to give mine a similar name, so I named her Brennan after one of my favorite characters in a muggle TV show I'm not permitted to watch with the explanation that it's too gory for my age, but I have ways of getting to watch Bones like hiding in Harry's private study. With Brennan in her cage, we aparated home where I had to wait a whole month before it was finally time to go to the train.