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Teddy Lupin

Ron wouldn't talk to Harry. He wouldn't even look at him. He came downstairs only when he had to. Hermione was stuck in the middle. She was happy for Harry and Ginny, but could see where Ron was coming from. Harry didn't want to make her chose sides. It was like in his fourth year, when him and Ron had an argument. Hermione was stuck in the middle then aswell. Usually it was Harry stuck in the middle of Ron and Hermione's fights. He would just not get involved, and let them get on with it. Hermione seemed to being the same thing.

George came round at about 12:00. He didn't say much except "Hello," and "Yes," or "No." Harry tried talking to him, but most of the time he would just shrug, and stare into space. His face seemed to be getting paler each time Harry saw him, and Harry was sure that George was getting thinner and thinner. Harry was getting worried.

Mrs Weasley hadn't noticed that Harry and Ron weren't talking. She hadn't noticed that Harry and Ginny were closer than normal. She was just fussing over everything, her red hair flapping behind her as she marched around. She made about four times as much lunch than she needed, then kept fussing that loads was left over. "Have another sandwhich Harry. There's a good boy. Oh, and you have another one too Hermione. You kids need to be well fed after eating scraps." She walked round offering the plate to Ron and Ginny. Ron took one, glaring at Harry.

When lunch was finished, Ron went back upstairs again. Harry watched him go up, sighing. Harry loved Ginny. Surely Ron must understand. It really hurt Harry when he broke up with Ginny. But it was because he cared so much about her. Why couldn't Ron see that? What was his problem?

George was about to leave, when Harry caught him by his arm.

"Can I show you something?" Harry asked.

George faced him. Harry saw him considering the idea, and finally, George nodded. Harry began walking up the stairs, George close behind him. Harry walked up to Ginnys room. He opened the door and walked in. He sat down on the bed, and looked up at George. George was standing in the doorway.

"Come in," Harry told him.

"Are we allowed in here?"

Harry nodded. "Ginny said I could show you something." George wandered into the room.

"Look at that." Harry pointed to the picture of Fred. George followed the direction his hand was in; his eyes fell upon the picture of Fred. Tears began rolling down his cheeks. He fell onto the bed.

"Look how happy he was there. That's how you should remember him. Not how he was after he died, but like this. Think of him happy, and help him live on forever; in our hearts. Open up Weasleys Wizards Wheezes. That is what Fred would want. Did you know, he even laughed when he died. It never quite left his face."

George took his eyes off the picture, and stared at Harry. "You're right. I should think of him like this. And you know what? I bet he is fricking mad that I haven't opened up Weasleys Wizards Wheezes yet." For the first time in ages, George laughed, a proper laugh.

"Thanks mate." He said it how he usually spoke, and gave Harry a pat on the back. Harry sat there, feeling proud.

George left not long after, with a smile etched across his face. Ginny and Hermione congratulated Harry. Ron still wasn't talking to him, and Hermione had gone up to see him a few times, trying to convince him to come down. However, she said that Ron kept having a go at her for taking Harry's side, even though she hadn't really. It was upsetting her, but she tried not to show it.

Mr Weasley arrived home at about 7:40, with Percy Weasley at his side. Percy was on talking terms with his family now, which Mr and Mrs Weasley were very happy about. George didn't come round for dinner that night, as he was making arrangements about Weasleys Wizards Wheezes, making everyone glad. Mrs Weasley had made a home-made pasta dish. It was Pasta in a cheesy sauce, with bacon and leeks. Ron didn't each much, and kept sending Harry dirty looks from across the table. Hermione was sitting next to Ron. She was trying to talk to him, however, he just ignored her, not saying a word. She tried to show him that she was still his friend, by stroking his hand, but he just brushed her away. In the end, Harry saw her give up, as she wiped away a stray tear; Ron didn't seem to care.

Towards the end of dinner, Mrs Weasley made an annoucment. "Tomorrow. Andromeda Tonks is coming round for dinner, with Teddy! I can't wait to see that beautiful little baby. Bill and Fleur are coming aswell, as are George and Percy! Sadly, Charlie couldn't get any time off. He had to go straight back to Romania, Something about an out of control Welsh Green?" Mrs Weasley just shrugged. It was good to see that she was trying to be happy, even though everyone knew that she still felt hollow inside.

"Well, so tomorrow will be fantastic!" Harry couldn't believe it. He was going to be able to see Teddy tomorrow. He couldn't wait. He rembered the photograph. In the picture, his hair was a beautiful shade of turquoise, his fists clenched. Harry smiled. Now was his chance to be a godfather.

After dinner, Percy left, announcing his departure like he was the Minister Of Magic.

"Goodbye all, farewell. I hope you have a pleasant evening." Once he had left, Harry sniggered, while Hermione and Ginny giggled. Ron was in the corner, away from everybody else, a frown across his face. Ginny got up and began talking to him, quietly. Everyone heard Rons loud, angry reply, as he stood up.

"Gin, he hurt you! He left you! I don't want to see you get hurt again, because you will!" Even louder, came Ginny's voice.

"He only did that because he loved me! And he does love me! And I happen to love him back! He wanted to save me! He didn't want me to get hurt! I'm happy Ron! Just because you aren't doesn't mean I'm not! And anyway, he is suppose to be your bestfriend!" With that, Ginny stormed at the stairs, a single tear rolling down her cheek, leaving a very red in the face, Ron.

The next day, the only people speaking to Ron was his mother and father. Harry, Hermione and Ginny were all upset with him. It was hard for Harry, because he shared Ron's room. They wouldn't talk as they went to sleep, or when they woke up in the morning. Harry was sure that Ron knew he was wrong, but he was to stubborn to admit it.

For the whole day, Harry was looking forward to meeting Teddy. It was the first thought in his head when he woke up. He couldn't wait to see him, to see how much he resembled Tonks and Remus. To see Remus' smile, and Tonks' nose.

For most of the day, Harry and Ginny were flying around on their broomsticks. It felt amazing. Harry had forgotten how much he loved flying. The minute he kicked off the ground, and felt the wind run through his hair, he felt free. His Firebolt was quicker and lighter than he remembered. It moved at the slightest turn, and obeyed every order Harry gave. Hermione was watching them from the ground, until Ginny convinced her to go on the broom. Hermione stated that she didn't like flying, but in the end she was soaring around on an old broom, that didn't go quick; that was ok for her though. She seemed to have fun.

Harry noticed Ron watching from his bedroom window, watching with lust in his eyes. Harry knew that Ron wanted to come and have fun, and play with everyone; but he still seemed to be too stubborn.

George and Percy arrived at about 6:00. George was chatting normally, and Harry was glad he was back to normal. George was saying that he was opening Wealseys Wizards Wheezes in two weeks, and Harry was very happy for him, as everyone else was. Bill and Fleur arrived not long after. Bill's face was scarred from the werewolf attack, and his hair was shoulder length; Mrs Weasley had something to say about that. Fleur's hair was tied back, and Harry tried not to look at her; he didn't want to be hypnotized by a part veela witch, and have Ron have a go at something else.

Ron came down at about 6:30, not talking to anyone, unless spoken to. "What's up with him?" Bill asked curiously, coming up to Harry.

"Long story," Harry answered. Bill looked confused, but started a discussion with Hermione about Gringotts.

Finally, at 7:00, came the moment Harry had been waiting for; Andromeda Tonks and Teddy arrived. Andromeda was just as Harry remembered. Beautiful, and resembling Bellatrix quite a bit. Harry noticed Hermione shudder, and close her eyes, obviously trying to rid the thoughts of Bellatrix. He held her arm, and she opened her eyes, sighing and smiling at the same time. Andromeda was wearing a long violet clock, and in her pale hands, was a beautiful baby boy. His eyes were blue sapphires, his hair greener than Harry's eyes. His cheeks were chubby, his small hands stretching out. Harry was drawn to him. His hands out stretched, as Andromeda handed him Teddy.

"Hello Teddy," Harry whispered. The baby screwed up his face, resembling Tonks, and changed his hair to jet black like Harry's. Harry smiled. "I'm Harry, Harry Potter. And I'm your Godfather. You will probably know me as Uncle Harry. You look like your mother so much. I knew your mother. She was a lovely lady. She would always make me the laugh, the way she was so clumsy. I knew your father too. He was a brilliant man. He was so serious in everything he did, and would give help to anyone who asked for it. Your mother and father loved you so very much; you have to know that. They died so you could live a happy life, a life where you could grow up away from the dangers Voldermort gave. They died for you." Harry began crying, as he stroked Teddy's cheek. "You were all they thought about, you must know that. You were the apple of their eye."

Harry handed him back to Andromeda. As he looked around, he saw everyone with tears in their eyes. Ginny came up to him, and gave him a hug, which he returned. "I miss them so much. All of them. Fred. Tonks. Remus. Sirius. My parents. I wish they were all here."

"I know," she whispered.

For dinner, Mrs Weasley cooked Roast Beef. It was absolutly fantastic. It was cooked exactly right, and everyone seemed to enjoy it. Harry sat next to Teddy, and helped Andromeda feed him. He was impatient, and if you didn't get his food in his mouth quick enough, he would start banging his fists. Harry laughed at this, feeling Ron glare behind him.

Ginny sat on Harry's other side, watching happily as he fed Teddy. She knew how much this little baby meant to him. How much he loved him, even after meeting him once.

When everybody was finished Mrs Weasley washed up; with her wand. She hadn't used her wand in ages. Whether it was because there was alot of washing up, or because she used it without thinking, she was using it again. Everybody, including Ron, gathered around in the Weasley's living room. They took turns in holding Teddy. His hair changed from red, blonde, brown, and to black when he reached Harry again. Harry gently brushed his cheek. Teddy blinked, changes his eyes to emerald green. Harry felt like he was holding his own child, which was incredibly scary.

Everyone left at about 10:00. Harry said goodbye to Teddy, and watched as he dissappered. It had been perfect. Well, nearly perfect.