Characters: Molly Weasley, Teddy Lupin Jr., Victoire Weasley.
Prompts: Teddy & Victoire, the Burrow at the livejournal community nextgen_drabble. Won first place.
"Ted Remus Lupin. Off the counter right n-" Something was wrong, and Molly's rebuke cut off abruptly. She'd grown accustomed to the color changes, but the hair was too long. Form changes shouldn't manifest for another six months if Andromeda was correct. "Teddy?"
She heard a squeal of laughter from her left and looked instinctively to the sound. Teddy grinned at her from between Fred and Dominique, perfectly camouflaged under ginger curls. Molly couldn't help but chuckle. Then her brain caught up and she turned back in confusion.
"But then..."
Molly reached for the magenta-haired child sneaking biscuits from the highest shelf, and turned her around.
"Victoire?" Her cream-coloured skin clashed with the violent explosion of magenta. "What have you done to your hair?"
"I wanna be like Teddy." She plopped down on the edge of the countertop, reaching out to Teddy with a cherubic expression. He held his arms out to her, and she dropped into his arms without hesitation. Victoire kissed him on the cheek, making his hair flush scarlet.
Molly drew a deep breath and closed her eyes, centering herself. She'd commented how empty the Burrow seemed now with the kids on their own. So her offspring, real and extended, conspired to fill it with every available grandchild, until she was far too busy to feel lonely. It was wonderful, but she didn't intend to hand them back altered.
"Yes, but how did you make it change colors?"
"We watched a movie with Grandpere, and one of the Muggles had blue hair just like Teddy's looks when he's sad. Grandpere said Muggles had all sorts of interesting bottles, and some of them were full of colors." She paused for breath, and Molly stopped her before she could continue.
"That's enough. I can guess the rest." Molly frowned, wondering how long the color would last. She was going to kill Arthur. "What am I going to tell your mother?"
"Mama says looks don't matter. It's what's inside that's important."
With a smile, she let them go. Hands intertwined, they scampered off, a matched set of magenta children.