A/N: Hiya everyone, me again! I can see there's a lot of people really enjoying my story! That's so amazing! But, to get back onto what I was going to say: This time, I've upped the ages of Luna and Rolf's boys, Lorcan and Lysander, because I want them to be included in all of the Next Gen shenanigans! So that's why, in case anyone was curious.

IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER: These characters, though I love them thoroughly, are not mine. All characters mentioned (other than specified by me) belong to the wonderfully talented JK Rowling


CHAPTER THREE: PARTY AT THE BURROW

With showers taken, hair washed and party clothes on, Teddy and Mrs Tonks arrived at The Burrow with the re-made cake in a box. The box, made of thin green cardboard, was being held by Teddy, and had an anti-open charm placed upon the lid top stop any fingers from leaving trace marks and finger holes in the icing.

Hearing the music of The Weird Sisters emulating from the Weasley's back-garden, Teddy knew that this was going to be a good evening. He marched towards the front door and knocked, to have Mrs Weasley, with her ginger hair streaked with sliver, answer it with a large smile on her face, and open arms ready for a warm, motherly hug.

"Teddy! Lovely to see you dear," She kissed his cheek and patted his shoulder affectionately. "Take that cake through to the kitchen where Arthur will take it off of your hands."

"Okay," Teddy walked through the house, minding out of the way of Dominique chasing her cousin Lucy. Whizzing around, he stopped spinning and landed in font of Victoire, who was wearing a pearly-pink dress and her sliver-blond hair tied into a French plait. She didn't look too pleased.

"Hiya Vic," Teddy chirped; he placed the cake box near the other large trays of food. "What's wrong?"

Victoire huffed. "Maman had made me wear this stupid dress. It looks horrible on me: with my complexion, it makes me look ill."

Teddy nodded. "You don't have to worry about how it makes your complexion look," He smiled at her. "You look pretty nonetheless."

"But I don't feel pretty Teddy!" She exclaimed. "I want to wear jeans and a flattering top, not a frilly pink dress! I look like une poupée de Chine qui a s'asseoir sur une étagère tout le temps, a la recherche de jolie été attendre que quelqu'un me cherche et me ramener à la maison!"

"'Toire, English. I can't understand you when you staring rambling in angry French."

As if breaking out of a trance, Victoire nodded. "Okay. I said that I look like a China doll who just sits on a shelf all the time, looking pretty, and waiting for someone to pick me and take me home."

Teddy laughed. "Why don't you just tell your mum that you don't like to look like a china doll?"

"She's had enough of myself and Dom staring to act like boys, you know: messing around, getting muddy and fighting with our hands. She wants us to start acting like young ladies."

"Of course, your mum wants you two to act like ladies," Her father, Bill Weasley interrupted. "She'd like two girls and one boy in the house, not three boys."

"But Papa!" Victoire whined. "Playing quidditch and messing about with Uncle George's practical jokes isn't behaving like a boy."

"It isn't but that's what your mother has ingrained into my brain over the past six years." Bill laughed and went out to join the other adults.

Teddy and Victoire watched as Bill left them standing in the kitchen. "Adults are weird." Teddy said.


Teddy had said hello to anyone and everyone who was at the party. He had met and been complimented by the Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shaklebolt; tidy hair mussed by a few of his mother's old school friends; cheek pinched by Augusta Longbottom and widely smiled at by both Neville and Hannah. Despite those alarming anecdotes, the night was going well.

The older Weasley children, plus Teddy, and Luna Lovegood's two boys, Lorcan and Lysander, gathered by the garden-gnome patch to have a game of gnome tossing. Dom and Lysander were neck-and-neck, with three gnomes thrown between them; Dom had just grabbed hold of a particularly ugly gnome: its potato-like head covered with lumps and bumps. Holding the creature by the ankle, Dom began to swing herself around till the gnome was flung over the small hedge and landed several feet away from the tree stump, earning Dom a round of applause.

"Impressive Weasley," Lorcan said. He smirked as he leapt upon an unsuspecting gnome that had just popped its head out. "But try this against your girly swing!" Lorcan, without swinging, threw the gnome over the hedge, but instead of flying meters, like Lorcan had hoped, the gnome's foot had become caught in the hedge, so dangled amongst the twigs and branches, grumbling and squirming. His face fallen, Lorcan began to blush madly, making the boy look like a tomato; the other children scoffed and giggled, but seeing Lorcan's face, they all stopped and started to compliment him on his throw, and how getting the gnome tangled in the hedge.

"How are we going to get him out?" Roxanne questioned, prodding the hedge, and getting a loud grumble from the gnome.

"Just leave it," Lysander said. "I think he'll get himself out, but mum said that gnomes aren't that clever, but their saliva is quite good for creativity." Lorcan and Lysander's mother, Luna, was quite the eccentric witch, believing in all manner of strange and wonderful magical creatures; their father, Rolf, was the grandson of Newt Scamander, author of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them – a textbook used by Hogwarts students.

"Zere you are, Dominique!" Fleur came rushing towards the children. She grabbed Dom by the wrist and began pulling her towards the tent. "I 'ope zat you 'ave-ent been mezzing about weeth zose gah-nomes again. Zat iz no way to be'ave."


"Hello everyone, and welcome to Teddy's eleventh birthday party!"

"Thank you all for coming," Harry spoke. "I bet Teddy is quite grateful that all of you are here to celebrate with him, after all, it's not every day that a young man turns eleven, now, is it?"

There was a thundering laugh from the back. Everyone turned to see Hagrid, the gamekeeper at Hogwarts, heartily laughing at Harry's remark, as it was the same phrase he said to Harry over sixteen years previously.

"Anyway," Harry coughed. "Time for a little story." He took a small gulp from his glass of pumpkin juice. "Eleven years ago, I was on the run from He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. And one night, whilst staying at Number 12, Grimmuald Place in London, there was a knock on the door: it was Remus Lupin. He had come to give me some help, but also telling Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger and myself some news: that he and his wife, Nymphadora 'Don't Call Me Nymphadora' Tonks, were expecting a baby."

There were some coos from the crowd of people.

"And almost a year later, at the quaint Shell Cottage in Tinworth, on this night: Remus Lupin had come bursting through the door, telling everyone that Nymphadora had given birth to a healthy baby boy with colour-changing hair named Teddy Remus Lupin. If you all could raise your glasses," Harry spoke, raising his own. "I'd like to make a toast: to Edward Remus Lupin."

"To Edward Remus Lupin!" Everyone cheered and drank from their glasses.

"Thank you for bearing with me," Harry laughed. "I'd like to ask the birthday boy himself to come up and have a say."

Teddy's ears pricked up like a wolf's. Him? Speaking?! Was Uncle Harry out of his mind?! Before Teddy could protest, Victoire and Dom had grabbed his hands, and began to pull him towards the small stand.

"Err," Teddy began. His voice wasn't loud enough, that he knew, so he tried to speak up. "Thank you all for coming, I know you already heard that from Harry, but I am truly thankful for you being here. I'm surprised that this many people were going to be here: I just thought it would be the Weasley's, the Potter's, and my grandmother along with myself, enjoying a delicious cooked meal from Mrs Weasley. As in Molly Weasley, not Hermione, Angelina, or Fleur."

Everyone giggled and smirked.

"It's surprising to know that there are loads of people that care about me. I know I have my own family, but the rest of you that are here … wow: there are so many. Again, thank you all so much for coming tonight; but an even bigger thank you to Mr and Mrs Weasley who have let us be here, and for cooking the best food anyone has ever tasted." Teddy began to applaud them both, causing Mrs Weasley to star crying, and Mr Weasley to nod appreciatively towards Teddy. Nodding towards the applauding crowd, Teddy hastily left the stand, grabbing a small glass of homemade lemonade as he left. Letting the cool night air bring a warm glow to his cheeks, Teddy took a long swig of the lemonade, letting the sharp bubbles fizz on his tongue. Sighing, he looked into the night sky ad saw all the little stars twinkling and dancing in the inky sky.

Hearing an unfamiliar sound, other than the lively chatter from the tent; he grabbed a nearby gardening spade, and held onto it tightly. Slowly walking towards the sound, which was coming from the shed, Teddy raised the spade above his head and charged towards the shed, waving the spade around wildly like a madman, before noticing that it was an owl. Seeing that the owl had its foot ensnared in the brambles that stuck to the shed as if both had a magnetic attraction, Teddy dropped the spade and helped the poor owl out of the scratchy thorns.

"There you are," Teddy smiled and stroked the owl's feathers. "You're out now. Is that better?"

The owl affectionately nipped at Teddy's finger, and flew down to the ground, picking up its fallen cargo: a letter. Landing gently on Teddy's shoulder, the owl dropped the letter into Teddy's hands and flew off in a mad flutter of wings, and a small hoot. Looking at the letter, Teddy noticed a strange familiarity about it. Turning it over, he could see the envelope was addressed to him, and written in emerald green ink; turning it over again, Teddy could see the Hogwarts wax seal stamped to keep the letter shut. He couldn't believe it: that his letter had finally arrived. He'd been waiting nearly all day, every now and then glancing out of the windows for any sign of his letter arriving. And now his letter had finally arrived. Teddy looked at his reflection in the glass of the shed window, and could see that his hair was white as snow from shock.

At last, his Hogwarts letter had finally arrived.