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Chapter 1

Growing up without parents was a tough thing to do for seven year old, and no one knew it better then Teddy Lupin, well maybe except his godfather, the legendary Harry Potter. Luckily for Teddy, he had the support of his extended family in the form of the Potters and Weasleys. And unlike his godfather, who didn't have any friends until he was allowed to go to Hogwarts at the age of eleven, Teddy had a head start. This came in the form of a bubbly girl named Victoire Weasley. Ever since Teddy could remember, Victoire had been his best friend, his playmate, and his secret holder. Little did he know, she would also be something else to him, but that's for a later time.

Teddy often spent his time at the burrow, playing games with Victoire. Playing pretend was one of their top games; mostly because Victoire enjoyed it. Their favorite imitations would be of the Golden Trio, fighting their way against the Death Eaters and Voldemort. From a young age, Teddy and Victoire learned of their families heroic past and they were not afraid to flaunt it every now and then. Being the only girl in the Trio, Hermione was the obvious choice for Victoire to pose as. However, since their Trio was lacking one member, Teddy would often switch appearances with his metamorphmagus powers between Harry and Ron.

The funny thing about Victoire was that she didn't understand that they were only pretending and they weren't suppose to imitate every single thing that happened. Especially not the mushy stuff that went on between her Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron; Teddy found that out the hard way. One day while they were reenacting a scene as Ron and Hermione, Teddy suddenly found himself being kissed by Victoire. His cheeks were immediately brightened as he pushed Victoire off of him.

"What are you doing Vic?" Teddy asked with a gaping mouth.

"Teddy, I'm not Vic remember? I'm pretending to be Aunt Hermione and you're suppose to be Uncle Ron," Victoire said as she folded her arms to her chest. The five year old didn't know what the problem was and frankly, she was upset that her friend stepped out of character.

Teddy shook his head with shock and again, asked his question, "But why did you kiss me?" His face was still red from Victoire's surprise kiss.

Victoire rolled her eyes with a state of oblivion, "Aunt Hermione always kisses Uncle Ron, so why shouldn't I kiss you?"

At this point, the two of them were getting nowhere, but that didn't really matter because at that moment, Ginny had walked out the front door. When she observed the scene that was taking place, she wondered over to the pair and kneeled down to their eye level.

"What's wrong Victoire?" Ginny asked as she placed a hand on her niece's back. She was worried that their game of pretend had gotten rough as it sometimes would. She then looked at her godson's face and noticed the stunning red hue emitting from his cheeks.

"Aunt Ginny, do Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron kiss?" Victoire asked in a challenging voice as she continued to stare at Teddy.

Ginny wondered what her niece was getting at and although she really shouldn't be telling a five year old the ins and outs of her brother's relationship, she couldn't help herself. "Of course, they love each other. Just like your Mum and Dad," Ginny answered smiling.

Victoire instantly stuck her tongue out at Teddy, "I told you so Teddy!" She looked quite proud of herself for proving to her best friend that he had been wrong to ruin their game to a simple thing as a kiss.

Ginny finally placed two and two together; when she figured out what was wrong, she started laughing, grabbing her stomach as she struggled to keep her balance. She soon fell over on the ground and the two children looked at Ginny with confusion. Ginny eventually managed to calm her laughter and remembered why she was outside in the first place, to bring the children inside for dinner.


Teddy currently sat at the couch watching his godmother curiously as she chatted with all the other females in the family. Ginny had whispered something between the group and they all immediately erupted with laughter. He didn't think much of it until each of them started throwing glances at Teddy with a coy smile. Teddy was about to confront his godmother when Victoire stepped in.

"Teddy?" Victoire asked in a shy voice.

Teddy looked down at Victoire and noticed her father standing next to her, pushing her to say something. "Yeah?" Teddy asked as he stuffed his hands into his pockets.

Victoire hesitated but her father gave her another nudge before she blurted out, "I'm sorry for kissing you."

Teddy was about to forgive his friend but the girl didn't know when to shut her mouth. "But just so you know, I still think I'm right. We were playing pretend and Aunt Hermione is suppose to kiss Uncle Ron," Victoire said with a tone of confidence and a pitch that was a little too high for Teddy's liking because soon, everyone in the room stared at the two kids. The next second, Teddy could hear Ginny laughing again from the kitchen, and this time with all the other females laughing as well. He noticed Ron blushing from the side but all Teddy could think about was how humiliated he was. But as always, there was no fighting with Victoire Weasley, she was a firecracker and had the appearance and attitude to match it.

At five years old, Victoire had a mind of her own, she wasn't afraid to challenge those who were older or bigger then her, which often led to many unnecessary disputes. Her blonde hair draped over her face and icy blue eyes provided a feel of self-importance. And it certainly didn't help that she had a veela temper, much like her mother's. Victoire wasn't an ordinary girl, no; she was a force to be reckoned with; which wasn't news to her best friend Teddy.

Many could say that Teddy was the exact opposite of Victoire; he was patient and passive when it came to minor issues. That's not to say that Teddy didn't know how to stand up for himself, just that he didn't go looking for fights when they hadn't come to him. His indigo hair, almost the shade of black, contrasted greatly with her bright blonde hair and while her icy blue eyes could instill fear in foes twice her age and size, his honey brown eyes brought warmth to onlookers. However, even though many claim that Teddy and Victoire were polar opposites, they complemented each other to the fullest.

And currently, Teddy decided that this situation was just one of those lost causes. Victoire would stand her ground and although her argument was valid, it seemed only Teddy realized the awkwardness that it provided. Kissing was supposed to be an intimate act that should only be performed between two grownups that loved each other, not between two best friends.