Fred and George were beaters; Ginny, Bill and Hermione (after some persuading) were chasers; Ron was a keeper and Teddy was a seeker on his toy broom. On the other team; Charlie and Tonks were beaters; Arthur, Percy and Lupin were chasers; Molly eventually agreed to be a keeper and Harry, of course was a seeker. The match began. Fred shot a bludger at Tonks, she wobbled but managed to stay on; whacking it back at George. He dodged and it flew straight at Percy's chest, knocking him, so he was hanging off with one hand, slowly sliding down. Then, finally, his sweaty fingers slipped and dropped. Percy fell down, down, stopped the falling momentarily to readjust his glasses, carried on falling until landed on a poor, unsuspecting gnome. It let out a squeaky

"Oh no." and waddled swiftly away into a bush. Teddy Lupin howled with laughter and almost fell off his broom too, if it wasn't for Remus' quick dive. Teddy was still barking his tiny coral-haired head off for the rest of the match. Meanwhile, Ginny caught the quaffle and shot across the DIY-pitch to Hermione. She accelerated upwards and just managed to catch it on the tip of her finger.

"Nice job, Herminniny!" Shouted Ron from the other team's goal. Hermione went to pass to Bill by her team's goal but from several meters below, Lupin soared upwards at at a ninety-degree angle and intersected, grabbing the quaffle under his arm and threw to Arthur.

"Yeah Daddy! Go Daddy!" cheered Teddy, through his continuing cackles, clapping his chubby little hands.

"Psst! Teddy! He's on the other team!" Hissed Bill.

"Oh. Booooo Daddy! That was weally wubbish!" Teddy babbled.

Remus just laughed and pointed at Percy, still groaning on the floor. He winked. Teddy started squealing again. The seekers still has their eyes out for the snitch. Hedwig trotted out into the garden, followed by Dobby, who was with Fleur. She had one hand waving her, the other rested on her slightly swelled stomach. Hedwig glided up to Teddy and Harry and circled them. Goal after goal was shot until Harry's team had 80 points and Teddy's had 70. Someone needed to catch the snitch. 80:80. 90:80. 90:100.

"Concentrate, Teddy!" Teased Tonks.

"Contwate. Fowcuss Teddy. Yus Mummy. I must contwate and find snitchy. Yus."

Harry's team 110. Teddy's 110. Something sparkled in the corner of Harry's eye as Ron saved another goal and Charlie fell. He swivelled. The Golden Snitch. It was hovering by the bush the gnome had hid in, right next to Hedwig. He ducked George's bludger and almost left his broom into the air in the speed of it all. As he got nearer, Teddy saw what he was doing and tailed him. Harry kneeled on his broom, slowly getting straighter, like you would if you were getting ready to surf, stood up, arms out for balance and zoomed faster towards the glimmering golden ball. Teddy was neck and neck with Harry, parallel, trying to copy him. Harry reached out, inches away, his fingers were touching, his palm, his clasped fist, everyone was cheering, and,

"Cawweeeigh!" Teddy Lupin had plummeted straight towards poor the poor baby hippogriff, who froze in shock, jumped off his broom and landed on Hedwig. Teddy grabbed a handful of feather, Hedwig bucked and barrel rolled and looped as Teddy hung on for dear life, shouting,

"Teddy cwaught SNITCCHHYY!"

No one did tell Teddy Harry's team really won, as they headed back into the burrow, laughing. All of the order, Harry, Hermione, Dobby, Teddy and the Weasleys filed into the lounge, swigging Butterbeer and Fire Whiskey.

"Nice one, Harr-Teddy!" Said Ginny, settling herself next to Harry on a beanbag. Lupin elbowed her and jerked his head at his baby -hugging Hedwig- who was sat on Tonks' lap. Mad-Eye had taken a seat on an old wooden stool, fiddling with his newly retrieved eye, trying to put it back into his head.

"Alastor. That. Is. Disgusting." Whispered Kingsley.

"Never been the same since old Umbridge nicked it. She deserved to get the dementor's kiss. The-"

"Mad-Eye."

"Hrmph."

Molly, Arthur and Kingsley were seated comfortably on the coach, Lupin curled up on an armchair with Tonks snuggled on one of the armrests. Hermione was lying on her tummy, legs crossed in the air, with Ron leaning on his side next to her. Teddy was babbling away on Bill's knee, poking Hedwig perched on Fleur's.

Dobby waddled over to Harry and Ginny, clutching a potato.

"Hey Dobby.." Said Ginny.

"Dobby has a potato."

*snort*

"Dobby would like to present a song regarding this potato."