So, this is my new one-shot collection about the Next Generation. Hope you like it! It's been a while since I posted a Harry Potter fic.
Ted Remus Lupin
Born: April 17, 1998
Current Time: September 3, 2011
"Tell me you're joking," grumbled Vic, sitting next to me by the Black Lake. I sighed, putting aside the book I was reading, and turned to her, raising an eyebrow.
"What about?" I asked, placing my chin in my hand, and sighing. She sighed, flopping backwards, and began to rant. It took me a moment to realize that she was ranting about my prediction that she'd be placed in Ravenclaw come September, and it actually coming true. I rolled my eyes.
In the Weasley family, there had been a running bet about which house Victoire, first of the Weasleys, would be placed in. Most, especially people like Uncles Ron and George, bet on Gryffindor. Jokingly, Dominique had bet on Slytherin. I was the only one who said Ravenclaw – a house that Vic had been sure she wasn't smart enough for – and I won. Everyone was shocked, and I was just happy to get a load of galleons.
"What's wrong with Ravenclaw?" I finally questioned, when she stopped to breathe. Vic half-sat up, and raised a light eyebrow at me.
"Nothing is wrong with Ravenclaw!" she cried, "I just wanted to be a Gryffindor!" I rolled my eyes, and she leaned back, going on and on about why she should have been Gryffindor to carry on the family legacy or whatever. Personally, I thought she was nuts.
The whole wizarding world had been remarkably outraged when they learned that I was sorted into Hufflepuff two years ago. As the son of two of the war's heroes, and godson of the great Harry Potter, everyone just assumed that I would be a Gryffindor, like my dad. I think they all forgot the my mum had been a Hufflepuff herself, which I found rather annoying.
I ran a hand through my turquoise hair, and chuckled a little at Vic. Her long blonde hair shone in the sun, and you could just barely see the freckles on her pale cheeks. She saw me looking at her, and narrowed her light blue eyes, before throwing her arm over her face. I laughed, and leaned back in the grass, staring at the sky and thanking Merlin for the lovely September day.
After a few moments of comfortable silence, Vic sat up. She grabbed my arm, and began playing with one of my bracelets, made by her when she was eight and I was ten.
"You still have it?" she asked, sounding surprised.
"Course I do,"I told her, sitting up as well, "It was made by my best friend." She giggled, and I reached out, poking her nose. "You," I added, as if it wasn't clear.
"Hey Teddy?" she said a few seconds later.
"Hm?"
"Can you help me with my Potions essay?" She looked at me so innocently, that I couldn't refuse. I pulled her bag over, and she tugged out the things she needed. Almost immediately it was obvious that she didn't need my help. I smiled, she was definitely smart enough for Ravenclaw, even if only I saw it.
No wonder the Sorting Hat told me I was "unusually perceptive."