Live It Up
A/N: Don't know why I'm writing this. I like Teddy's character, but I think I'm enjoying it because drabbles are so short. I finished four in one day! This chapter, is just the first, and it's my least favorite because it so pointless. The others were just plain fun to write. So leave a review if you can.
Disclaimer: I don't any of these characters. They belong to the Glorious and Much Praised JK Rowling, Goddess Among Children's Books. Oh, and the summary and title, and well, pretty much all of the chapter titles in this series, were inspired by an avatar I saw online. I thought, hey this would make a great fic. So, yeah, I don't own that either, enjoy!
Laugh When You Can
Throughout his entire life, Teddy laughed whenever he could. When he laughed, he found that he could not feel the pain. It was a cure for both physical pain and heart wounds.
Teddy laughed whenever he tripped over his two feet, or an occasional broom stand.
At Hogwarts, Teddy laughed at the people who thought he might be bi because they thought that perhaps he might be able to change his gender.
Well, of course he could change his gender, he was a metamorphamagis, but why would he want to? His belonged to the child goddess, Victoire, and only Victoire, for Teddy imagined that she would be quite jealous if he started taking a likening to anyone besides her, male or female.
Teddy laughed at those people who spoke of such ridiculous things, and often said to the boys, "Do you fancy me that much?"
Teddy laughed at Al's gullibleness (once he told Al that gullible wasn't in the dictionary, and Rosie had looked it up just to prove it was and that make him laugh too).
He laughed at Uncle George's ear jokes, and at James' élan. He laughed at Ron's teasing and Hermione's, "RON!"
Teddy laughed at them because for a moment he failed to remember that they were not his, and he forgot that he lacked any right to call Ginny his mother and Ron his uncle.
On the day of his grandmother's funeral, Teddy changed his hair to a vibrant wine-red since that was her favorite color. When the elders dressed him down because of it (they said it was cruel to look so happy), Teddy laughed, shook his finger at them, and said with a smile, "Funerals are more for the living than the dead. My grandmother would have loved the color of my hair, so quite your sorrowful anthems you old black birds. She was a happy woman, and she deserves to be remembered with nothing but happiness."
For a moment, he did forget that she was gone.
The apartment Teddy rented was terribly quiet and in toto, quite lonely. Compared to living all those years at Harry and Ginny's house with their crazy kids, the apartment seemed a graveyard of aloneness.
So, to chase away the ghosts of loneliness, Teddy learned to sing. He sang funny songs, particularly old drinking songs. They were songs that made him laugh mid-chorus. It was great fun, and a few times he sang so loud that the neighbors filed a complaint.
Teddy didn't pull pranks. No, he loved people too much to risk the pleasure they took in his company. No, Teddy's sense of humor was vastly different from that of the Marauders and George Weasly. Hermoine said that his humor was entwined with his smooth words and charming smile.
"Surely it is a mixture of your parent's character," she said.
Teddy chuckled, and for a moment he forgot they were gone.
A/n: I still don't like this drabble that much, not as much as the next few chapters. Oh well, review please! I'll have more up soon! Thank you reviewers! This fic has become a real pain in the butt...first it was spell check, then it was uploading issues, gods! Well, thanks anways! I appreciate it!