A/N: Thanks for those of you who did decided to vote—you brought the count up from 1 to 3! Because I saw that someone liked Pomona's and Luna's, I got a new idea for T. I did change it because someone pointed out to me that Teddy and James seemed the same age, which they're not. (Teddy was born in April of 1998, during the war, and James was born sometime between 2002 and 2005, making the age difference a minimum of 4 years, a maximum of 7.)

Word Count: 1, 470

Letter: T

Character: Teddy Lupin

Others I Considered: Tom Riddle

Why I Chose Teddy: I thought I could write a chapter similar to Pomona's and to Luna's with the next generation of wizards.

Summary: Teddy, Rose, Hugo, James, Albus, and Lily are playing at the Ministry of Magic while Harry, Ron, and Hermione work and Ginny gets an interview from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement on the incarceration of Dolores Umbridge for the mistreatment of muggles. Andromeda was off on a much-needed vacation, and Harry and Ginny had volunteered to watch Teddy for the week.

"No playing in the fountain," instructed Hermione, "And no bothering Kingsley in his office."

"Stick to the first floor unless you need one of us," requested Harry.

"We'll see you all at lunch time. Meet us by the fireplace at about noon, then we'll floo to get a bite to eat," informed Ginny.

"And Harry and I will be on level two, but if you need to get to us just ask Shacklebolt's Junior Assistant and he'll phone us- Harry's secretary will likely pick up, so just ask her to fetch him. Tell her you're his family," said Ron.

"I'll be floating around," said Ginny, "But if you need me you can always get the Minister's Junior Assistant again and call my cell."

"I have to speak at a trial today," said Hermione, "And you all know level 10 is off limits, even to phones, unless you're involved in the trial. So try to get a hold of the others first, before you interrupt the Wizengamot."

Harry ruffled Teddy's turquoise hair. "It's up to you to keep these kids in line while we're gone," he said, "Think you can handle it?"

I just nodded, taking everything in.

Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione walked away, off to their separate offices.

As soon as the adults were out of sight and out of earshot, James began giving orders, as if he were a drill sergeant. He sounded like he'd done it before, almost as if this was a regular thing for them to do while their parents were working. I wondered whether or not his parents knew he did this, and if they did, why they asked me to watch the kids. I knew I was about 4 years older than James, and I was honestly confused about why he took it upon himself to get everyone doing whatever they were supposed to be doing. But what exactly they were supposed to be doing, I had no idea whatsoever. So I took the whole thing as a blessing in disguise.

"Rose, Hugo, get the snacks and bowls from the Junior Assistant."

"Albus, Lily, find that movie in the library."

"Teddy, uh, you can help me get the money and move the chairs into the fireplace."

"The fireplace?" I asked.

"To floo, of course. You didn't think we'd stay here for five hours, did you?"

"I guess not." The truth was, I didn't know what I thought. I knew that James and Albus were troublemakers, and that Hugo, Lily, and Rose always listened to whoever they were told to listen to. I also knew that they would find some way out of those rules, but I never expected it to be this extreme.

As I practically jogged to keep up with James's brisk pace to a closet that most likely held the chairs, I asked him, "Does the Junior Assistant know what we're doing?"

"Yeah, he's been covering for us since our parents started working here."

"Does he know we're breaking every rule they just gave us?"

"Actually, Teddy, that's a funny story. We're not breaking any of the rules they just gave us. The fireplace is on the first floor, we're not in the fountain, we're not bothering Mr. Shacklebolt, and we'll be back here for noon."

"But you know they wouldn't approve."

"We've been doing this for months, Teddy, and no one knows yet. And they're not going to know, got it?"

"I wouldn't tell anyone. I'm just asking."

"Good."

We had finally reached the closet on the other end of the first floor, and James took out a key to open it.

Inside, there were stacks of folding chairs and shelves of bags of galleons, sickles, and knuts, labeled with "Emergency Money" and then stamped with names like "Weasley Children" or "Potter Children." James grabbed the one stamped "James Sirius Potter" and took three chairs in his arms, telling me to grab three also, that they were surprisingly light.

By the time we made it back to the main entrance, Rose and Hugo had armfuls of candy and muggle snacks piled sloppily into bowls, and Albus and Lily had found the movie and were fighting over whether or not it was the right one.

James gave Albus the bag of money and propped his chairs up against the wall next to him so he could walk over to the Junior Assistant, whose name, I learned, was Timothy. He told Timothy, who looked younger than Harry and Ron, that we would be back, and to call him on his cell phone at precisely 11:30 so that we would have enough time to get back and clean ourselves up for lunch with our parents.

I heard Timothy tell us to have fun and to be safe, that our parents would kill him if he knew what we were doing and one of us got hurt.

James helped me lift my chairs into the fireplace, and I did the same for him. Lily and Albus walked in, movie in tow, and Rose and Hugo stumbled in, attempting not to drop any candy on their way to…wherever we were going.

"James?" I asked.

"Hmm?"

"Where are we going?"

"To a deserted apartment in downtown London. We found it one day while we were playing Quidditch and the snitch ran off. It's muggle, by the looks of it, but it's clean and has a…a DVD player and a cold box with food called a…a refreezerator."

"Cool."

"Yep."

James had dropped the floo powder and yelled, "24 West Avenue, Downtown London, Apartment 684453."

We stepped out of the apartment's tiny fireplace one by one, lugging our goodies with us. I helped James set up the six folding chairs, that turned out to be fold-out recliners, while Rose dumped the multiple candies into separate bowls and Hugo tried to assist Albus and Lily with the muggle DVD player.

Finally, they got the movie on. The recliners were so cushy that you could jump on them like a bed, like your parents always tell you not to at home. The movie had talking muggle animals that sang songs in high-pitched voices, and Lily and Hugo felt the need, as the youngest, to sing along.

There was so much candy you could have eaten yourself sick. I don't even know how we had enough room on the tiny table for it all. There were unwrapped chocolate frogs, more Bott's Every Flavor Beans than you could ever want, licorice wands, jelly slugs, fudge flies, peppermint toads, cockroach clusters, and a whole lot of this muggle food called popped corn. That was my favorite. It was salty and buttery, and light and puffy. James managed to find some that was covered in chocolate, some that was covered in caramel, and some that was covered in this orange powder that tasted like cheddar cheese.

When the movie was over, Lily opened a closet and handed each of us a pillow. She hit me with hers, and I hit her back. That's how it started, and it ended with us all collapsed in our chairs, feathers everywhere, even in our hair and stuck to our clothing, and six empty pillowcases lying on the ground.

Just then, something in James's pocket beeped. "Time to get going," he said.

So I helped him fold up the chairs again, which was easier said than done, mind you. And then we helped Rose repackage the candy and situate it back in the bowls to go home while Hugo, Lily, and Albus tried to get the muggle contraption to spit out the disc with the movie on it.

Once everything was back in place we grabbed a handful of floo powder from James's pocket (I have no idea why he keeps it in there; his mother must get very angry when she goes to wash his robes), and yelled, loud and clear, "Ministry of Magic, London."

We appeared in just enough time to set the chairs back in the closet with the emergency money (which we didn't need, thankfully), slide the movie back on the shelf, give the candy back to Timothy, and quickly clean each other of the remains of feathers, sugar, and butter.

We sat against the wall with Hugo's deck of cards playing Old Goblin when Harry, Ginny, Hermione, and Ron came down to meet us for lunch.

"Hungry, guys?" asked Ron, "Because I'm starving."

We all shrugged, still stuffed from the candy. "A little."

"Let's go grab lunch. What do you say to something from the Leakey Cauldron?"

We shrugged again.

"Not too enthusiastic there, ay?"

No response.

"Come along now, once you get a whiff of that food, you know you'll all want something."

And once we got there, the smells did make us hungry.

This was going to be an interesting week.