7 years earlier…
Teddy walked with his hands in his pockets through Aunt Ginny's backyard. The huge family gathering was making him feel suffocated and he needed a break from entertaining the toddlers and decided to explore. He tilted his head back and soaked up the afternoon sun. The rays tickled his face until…they didn't. Confused, Teddy frowned and opened his eyes.
Pink polka dots.
Teddy blinked.
"What are you stharing at? Ith called underwear. Now help me down!" the owner of said underwear cried, with a heavy lisp due to her missing front tooth.
Numbly, he complied. "What are you doing?
"Whathit look like I'm doing? I'm thwinging."
"Upside down? In a tree?"
"Whathit to you?" she dusted her blue sundress.
Teddy shrugged. "Food for gnomes."
She punched him in the arm. "Take that back!"
He shrugged again, grinning.
Pointing at him to make her point, she cried, "I'll have you know, I'm not scared of them! Nasty creatu—"
"GNOME!" Teddy yelled and pointed at the shrubs.
The girl shrieked and hid behind him, to his great amusement.
"You fink you're funny, do you?"
"Nah. I think I'm brilliant." He tried to smirk like Uncle George.
She wasn't having it. "Sure you are, señor dipshit."
"What's that mean?" Teddy asked, confused.
"Dunno. Heard it in one of Grandpa Arthur's muggle movies. It thounds good though, don't you fink, señor dipshit?"
"My name's er…Ted. Teddy."
"Nithe to meet you Ertedteddy. How old are ya?"
"It's Teddy."
"That's a funny age."
He rolled his eyes. "I'm 10."
"Really? So'm I!"
"You're 10? You're kinda short for 10."
"I'm perfect height for punching where it counts, dipshit."
"Quit calling me that!"
"Sure, dipshit. I'm Vicki." She held out her hand to shake his. "Vicki Weasley. Thanks for the tree. Ooh! I smell dinner! Race you. 3,2,1 GO!"
A/N: Thoughts?