A/N: a little slight Harry/Teddy, though if I do say so, I believe it would be more along the lines of a Dom Teddy rather than our beloved Harry. Again you can see that, not only do I dislike Ginny, but also Victorie, no offense to bill and fleur.
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A quick glance around a corner and he was off, zooming down the halls, full speed ahead, skin blending into the shade of the stone, bones made hollow like a birds, muscles slimmer and faster.
Silencing charms on his feet as he passed by classroom doors and teachers out of the halls in the court yard on patrol, looking, no doubt, for wondering students like him.
He vaguely remembered he had promised something to Victorie but at the moment he couldn't quite remember what it was, something to do with lunch, he didn't really care at the moment, as he rushed down stairs, he heard the sound of class being let out as he burst down and out of the grand doors and out on to the lawn, his skin returning to normal, his hair messy and bright purple, nervous and hopeful, and he could see a small moving figure some ways past Hagrid's hut, almost at the bend and out of sight.
He darted out to the figure that moved on in a slow steady pace ahead, making the scenery around him blur as he built on muscles in his thighs, he panted out quietly and made way to his target.
Almost there and the figure was just past the gates to Hogsmeade.
He was closer, and closer and closer, to the man now, his purple hair growing bright by the moment as the man now neared the Hog's Head.
'HARYY!' and the man stopped right outside the bar to look back at him, pale skin and black hair and stunning eyes, taking in the boy running full speed toward him.
He smiled and moved back from the door and out of a man's way, he waited as the teen flew into his arms and held him tightly.
'You didn't even say hi, didn't even say bye either.' And the purple hair was at it's brightest as the man wrapped his arms around the slight body all out of proportion.
'Turn back yeah?' he asked and the teen slowly surged in height, muscles building and some leaving, his bones became more dense and his hair growing into light brown tresses, much like his fathers, jaw squared, eyes taking on an almost black grey and he has his mothers nose, and its buried somewhere in this man's neck even though, now he stood about a head taller.
He didn't show others the true him, no but this man, saw the real him.
'I didn't want to bother you in class, and I only stopped by to speak with the headmistress.'
But the man is holding him just as tightly.
'Is that why you didn't just floo out? Or were you hoping to bump into me?' and he can see the red crawling on the man's neck, and the shoulders under his arms and cheek tensing. 'You never were a good liar Harry.'
Harry just chuckles as he moves one hand to run through the brown locks.
'No, never was. Come on then Teddy.' And he pulls away, reluctantly, and they move to go into the bar.
Their hands clasped but hidden in the folds of Harry's cloak, this was theirs, their guilty pleasure, for when they were alone; they solely belong to only each other.
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A/N: I wrote this out to the Broken Social Scene's Ungrateful Little Father, it would seem I am slightly obsessed with this song.
