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Okay people don't worry. I haven't forgotten about my poll, I've been watching it closely. I just want at least fifty voters before I start my next story. (And I'm hoping to get at least half-way through this story, Sirius, Harry, and the Time Travel Potion, before commiting to something new on top of it.) But since it seems like the new time travel story is probably going to win I have already started to write it (I've gotten the rough drafts of the first three chapters on my computer already! Yeah I've decided to try writing most of the story before I start publishing things here on -it's a lot easier that way.) and I think I have a decent title. What do you think of How to Save a Life? It's after one of my favorite songs by The Fray of course and might be a bit of a spoiler on whether or not I choose to let them change the past in this story (hint hint.) ;)
I totally had to just force myself to write this cause I felt so bad about taking so long. But I have NO IDEAS WHATSOEVER for this story and don't know what to do! HELP ME PLEASE, DEAR READERS! :( O_o I am so stuck on waiting for Glee to come back in THREE DAYS HELLS YES! that I have neglected my stories. I'm sorry ppls don't hate me! Now I must tell you I gots a tumblr now. I'm still trying to figure out how to work it but I'm gonna post little sneak peeks on my next story. ;)
Disclaimer: U all no what it is already.
Plus: Thanks to abbyli for the idea! This chapter is dedicated to you even though I couldn't use that idea in this chapter I will in the next one! :D
2010 (The Tonks House)
Teddy sat on his bed, legs crossed and a book open in his lap, scratching his nose absent mindedly with the end of his quill. Then he frowned, "Ah bloody hell." He rubbed at his face but only ended up smearing the ink that he had gotten on his nose over his cheek too. Deciding to give up on his Transfiguration homework he had wanted to start this morning before he went over to Uncle Harry's for breakfast he placed his quill back into the ink pot and closed his book over his blank piece of parchment.
He slipped out into the hallway cringing at the bright early morning sunlight that hit his still sleepy eyes. Bare feet slapping softly on the cool wooden floor Teddy tip-toed past his grandmother's room and into the bathroom where he proceeded to clear his face of the dark ink.
He stared at the clone of himself that hung on the wall in the form of a mirror. He had not changed his appearance so his hair was a light mousy brown and his eyes were a faint blue-his natural look. Everyone had always said he looked a lot like his dad but his natural hair and eye color was the same as his moms. He sighed heavily, wishing that his parents had come with the other travelers and he could've seen if that was true for himself.
He hadn't shown it but after getting over the initial shock and denial of seeing the time travelers there had been a deep, unsettling feeling of depression. It was so unfair. First they die when he's only a couple weeks old then when he might actually get a chance to meet them they aren't there. He kicked moodily at the toilet.
Teddy went back to his room and changed into his Chudley Cannons shirt that Ron had given him for his birthday a few months ago and a pair of old jeans. He sat on his bed and pulled on a pair of socks, one with a hole at the heel.
He then stood in front of the small mirror placed on his desk in the corner and scrunched up his pale face and went through a series of hair colors before deciding on a bright curly orange to match his shirt. Then he pulled up some freckles on his face like he usually did to feel like he was really one of the Weasley grandchildren (who all had freckles, whether they were faint and very few or prominent and many). Settling back on his bed, he lost himself in thought.
Harry had stopped by right before he went to sleep that night and told his grandmother about the people from the past. But he had asked him to leave the room, like someone did when they had a secret. What secret could there be though? He (and James) had been the ones to find the time travelers so it's not like he didn't already know what he had to tell his Gram.
Unless. . . Teddy sat up.
Could more people have come from the past? he thought giddily. Could his parents have appeared too? That would explain why his Gram was so quiet after Harry left, so sad-looking. It was the same silence she enveloped herself in on Teddy's mother's brithday or when someone brought up the names Ted Tonks, Nymphadora Tonks, and Remus Lupin.
He practically bounced off of his bed and over to his desk where his father's watch lay and checked the time. 8:17.
About fifteen minutes earlier than he would usually show up but maybe they had already started breakfast since it must've been hard for everyone to sleep with the excitement of the day before.
He darted to his grandmothers room and left a note on her bedside table telling her he went on ever to Uncle Harry's for breakfast like usual and hadn't wanted to wake her unnecessarily. He leaned over her sleeping form and kissed her cheek, then silently ran downstairs to the fireplace.
Teddy stood on his tip-toes, wishing he was taller like his friend Mark who was almost as tall as some of the sixth years, and scooped up a handfull of floo-powder. He tossed the sand-like substance into the fireplace lightly and grinned when the emerald green flames burst into life in front of him. He stepped in and called out "Number Twelve Grimmauld Place!"
With a whoosh! he spun away to his godfather house where, hopefully, his parents would be waiting.
Kinda short but I felt like I needed to go deep into someone's thoughts and Teddy was the best person to write about. I promise abbyli that I will use your idea in the next chapter which will be a lot longer because way more things will be happening. Review please!
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