"I take it you're interested? The brunette said.

"My wife will have to take a look, but I absolutely think this is a great house," Harry said standing in the kitchen of a two-story in Godric's Hollow.

"When do you think she'll be able to take a look?"

"I'm not sure as she's currently out of the country." Harry did not divulge where Ginny was at the moment, though he had a feeling the real estate witch knew where she was. "I'll contact you when she returns."

"Thank you, Mr. Potter." She stuck her hand out to shake his. "This floo is directly connected to our office in Diagon Alley. You are very welcome to use it."

Harry decided against it. Once the witch disappeared in the flames, he stepped right outside the front door and Disapparated to another door.

"Harry!" Andromeda Tonks threw open that door. "Teddy's been waiting mighty impatiently for you."

Harry entered the small house to see Teddy sitting on the floor playing with his figurines while his hair shone a bright turquoise. His Ginny figure roamed around a 1 cm square then mounted her broom, flew to the other side of the square and dismounted it.

"Will you wide me?" Teddy asked holding a small figure of a hippogriff up to Ginny.

Harry cleared his throat. Teddy looked up and instantly ran over to hug him, abandoning his two figures.

"Hawwee!!" He exclaimed.

Harry lifted his godson off the ground.

"Let's go," Teddy declared.

"You packed?" Harry asked.

"Yes, me and Gwan packed my suitcase alweady." He squirmed to be let down and once he was he ran to his bedroom.

"Teddy!" Andromeda called. "You need to clean up your toys!"

He did not respond.

"Teddy!" She repeated.

No answer.

"Teddy Remus Lupin!"

He appeared in the hallway, a scowl on his face.

"Did you hear me calling you?"

"Yes." He looked down at the floor.

"Why didn't you respond?"

He shrugged his shoulders.

"Clean up your toys, please."

Teddy ran to his pile of figures and tried to grab them all in his arms, but he kept dropping a few.

"You've loads of figures here." Harry knelt down. "You don't have to take all at once."

Still struggling to keep all in his arms, Teddy looked at Harry with bright turquoise eyes as if he didn't understand what he was saying.

"Put some here." Harry pointed to the carpet. "Come back for them."

Teddy did so, ran to his room, and ran back to get the remaining figures.

"Come on, Hawwy," he urged his godfather to follow him.

"Will your grandmother be happy you've dumped your toys on your bed?"

Teddy shrugged and walked over to his suitcase.

"We go now?"

"We'll leave soon. What's with you?"

Teddy shrugged again.

"We go see Ginny play?"

"We're to see England play, yes," Harry said. "You need to put your toys away properly."

"No." Teddy dragged his bag to the middle of the room. "Let's go now!"

Harry rubbed his face. He didn't remember Teddy being so defiant. He wanted him to appropriately clean up his stuff, but he really didn't think that would happen this time. He didn't want to give in, but he knew this was not something that needed to turn into an argument.

"We're heading to the Burrow and then taking a portkey with Ron, Hermione, and Percy."

Yes, Percy was attending another Quidditch match. IT worked out fine since originally Ginny had saved a ticket for Bill, but with Fleur still experiencing her contractions, he wanted to stay home with her.

And why did he want to go? Not because of Quidditch or his darling younger sister, but because of Audrey. He didn't mean to tell anyone the real reason, it sort of slipped out…well, a certain younger brother who was not able to get away from his joke shop was able to get it to slip out.

"Let's go!"

Harry grabbed Teddy's suitcase and headed for the door.

"Let's say goodbye to your grandma and then we're heading to the Burrow."

"Bye, Gwan!" Teddy ran down the hall toward the kitchen.

"Wait one minute, young man." Andromeda scooped up her grandson and kissed him on the cheek.

"Gwan!" He whined, wiping away the kiss. He squirmed to be let down.

"Be good for Harry."

"Yes." He squirmed some more.

"Don't talk to strangers—people you don't know."

"Yes."

"Be a good boy."

"Yes, Gwan!" He struggled some and she finally put him down.

"Ready?" Harry asked.

"Thanks for taking him to the match."

"No problem. He's my buddy."

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"Ready for a long day of Quidditch, Teddy?" Percy asked as the group headed up the hill towards the portkey.

Teddy looked up at Harry.

"Percy doesn't bite," Harry said.

Teddy looked back at Percy and nodded his head.

"Here we are," Ron announced pointing to a mangy old boot.

"Hold tight to my hand," Harry said to Teddy.

Hermione had added Teddy's bag to her beaded bag so they didn't have to worry about it as they traveled.

All five of them touched the boot at the same time and were sent spiraling to another place. They landed on their feet, even Teddy who had help from Harry, in a grassy field in Berlin near where loads of witches and wizards congregated.

After claiming their campsite for their tent, they entered the grounds passing by loud and raucous Bulgarians and wild and partying Englishers.

"It's Harry Potter," he heard someone say.

Looking down, he hoped his fringe would cover his scar. Hermione placed her hands on his back, pushing him faster.

"You can look up now," she said a few minutes later.

They had arrived at England's campsite, but no one was around.

"You told her when we would be arriving?" Ron asked.

"Yes," Harry responded. "She said it was fine."

"No one's here now," Percy said unnecessarily. "Not even other families."

"This is a bit odd," Hermione added.

"Awe we lost?" Teddy asked gripping Harry's hand tighter.

"No, this is England's camp. There's just no one here," Harry replied.

The group stayed there for roughly half an hour not sure what to do. Hearing a rustling like that of something stepping on grass and twigs, Harry turned around. He saw a woman a few years older than him walking towards their campsite.

"Percy?" She called out.

"Audrey?"

"You just arrive, did you?" She asked once she reached them.

"Yes, where is everyone?"

"Practice." Audrey stopped and looked at Percy. "I didn't think you'd actually come."

"Yes, my sister's team is in the championships."

"But…" she trailed off.

Ron had an odd look on his face like he'd swallowed a crazy potion or something.

"I don't believe it," he whispered. "I think Percy's in love."

At that moment more people started joining them.

"Harry!" He felt a part of arms wrap around him. "You made it!"

He turned around to face Ginny. Her red hair was piled high on her head in a messy bun. He kissed her sweetly on the lips.

"Eeew!" Teddy squealed causing the couple to break apart.

"Teddy," Ron laughed nervously. "That's not for you to watch or me, either."

"Oh, Ron," Hermione sighed.

"Have you eaten?" Ginny asked, holding both Harry and Teddy's hands and leading everyone to her tent.

"No," Harry replied.

"Good."

The team had a big meal prepared for the night before the final match.

"I honestly cannot believe we made it this far," Ginny said over a plate of a pork chop and mashed parsnips. "We're brilliant, but we've had some close calls."

Harry nodded. He kept up with the tournament via the radio and The Daily Prophet. Their array of sports writers and one Ginny Potter kept him well informed.

"Why do you have to play bloody Bulgaria?" Ron asked. "You better beat them to a pulp." He stuffed a forkful of parsnips in his mouth.

"Ron!" Hermione exclaimed.

"What? You do want England to win?" He said after swallowing.

"Yes, I—I—"

"Or would you rather your precious Vicky bring home the Cup?"

"No," she replied angrily. "What's wrong with you? Do you think…honestly what do you think? I chose you, you know." She stormed away from the table leaving Ron speechless.

"I reckon you went too far there, mate," said Harry.

Hermione was still bitter that night as they went to bed in the tent. They had three bunks and she claimed the third one all to herself. Percy and Ron shared the second one with Ron on top and Percy on the bottom. Harry put Teddy in the bottom remaining one and he slept on top.

"Hermione," Ron began, drawing the covers over his chest.

"No, Ron," she turned over not to face him. "You don't understand anything."

Everything was silent excuse the light snoring from Percy, the first to fall asleep.

Just when his eyes began to close, he heard a tiny voice call out, "Hawwee."

"Teddy?"

"Hawwee," the little voice called out again.

Reluctantly Harry climbed down from his bunk and grabbed his glasses from the bedside table.

"I'm scawed."

Harry bent down to Teddy's level and rubbed his head.

"You're a brave boy, you are. Nothing is here to be afraid of."

He looked around at the dark of the tent. If he was Teddy's age he might be frightened his first night camping. Teddy reached for his hand. Harry rubbed the little thing with his fingers.

He yawned.

"Don't go to bed!"

"I'm tired, Teddy."

"No," he whined.

Harry took off his glasses and slipped into bed next to Teddy, wrapping his arms around him.

"You keep the monstahs away."

"Yes, sir." Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath of whatever it was Teddy smelled like—not really like a baby, not really like a kid, with a hint of bubblegum. "I love you."

"I love you, Hawwy."

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"Wake up!"

Harry groaned. He didn't move. He was scrunched on the edge of the bed and if he moved he'd fall off the bed.

"Hawee!"

He blinked his eyes, but did not fully open them. He stretched his hand out and felt something furry. A stuffed animal? Oh, that's right. He was in Teddy's bed.

"The monstahs didn't come!" Teddy jumped on his back.

"Ooph." Harry reached his arms around to grab his godson as he turned over. He could hardly make out a fuzzy face as it spoke.

"I'm Hawwy Pottah."

Harry smiled. He took his glasses off Teddy and put them on. He could now see Teddy sporting green eyes and black hair. Teddy giggled and hopped off the bed.

"Bweakfast!" He exclaimed, tossing his stuffed wolf on the bed.

Harry sat up and saw two Weasley men at the table with bowls of porridge in front of them. Ron's hair stuck every which way, but Percy's hair was calm and neat. Hermione, in her dressing gown and her bushy hair tied in a messy knot, placed a steamy bowl in front of the seat Teddy climbed into.

"You'll wear your hair that way all day, will you?" Hermione asked him.

"Yes." He scooped up a big lump of porridge and stuffed it in his mouth. "I wub Hay-ee Boddah," he managed, spitting porridge everywhere.

"Teddy!" Harry scolded, walking to the table in a t-shirt and shorts.

Percy, with a scowling look, busily wiped food off his glasses. Ron ate on as if nothing happened. Hermione, having just sat down to breakfast herself, covered her bowl when Teddy spoke and ended up with a glop of porridge on her arm.

"How can you just sit there like nothing happened?" She scolded Ron while wiping her arm.

"What?" he blinked.

"You know. You're the one teaching Teddy bad manners."

"Me?! He's not my godson!"

Harry felt tense at that jab, but he did not want Ron mad at him, so he said nothing.

"No, but you are an adult and he looks up to you."

"It's my fault he talks with his mouth full? You're mad, woman."

Ron stormed from the table to the tiny loo. Hermione sat in shock, tears forming in her eyes.

"Teddy, please mind your manners," Harry said.

Percy left the table and sat on his bed beginning some parchment work he brought.

"Sowwy." He looked down sadly at his bowl and slowly stirred the contents. "Hewminee, you'we not angwy with Won, awe you?"

"He acts so childish sometimes," she admitted wiping her eyes. "I hope he's not angry with me."

As soon as Ron exited the loo, fully dress with his hair lying flat, Harry went in with Teddy.

"Why did Hewminee blame Won?" Teddy asked after climbing off the toilet.

"She's in love with him and he's always on her mind."

"What?" Little Teddy looked at Harry curiously.

"I mean they're always arguing over something or other."

"Why?"

Harry handed Teddy his toothbrush.

"It's the way they are."

"Why?"

"Clean your teeth."

"Why?"

"So you don't get cavities."

"No, why is it the way they awe?" He asked with the toothbrush in his mouth.

"It just is."

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"Dank you," Teddy thanked the merchant when handed a pair of omnioculars after Harry paid for them.

"I'll show you how they work when we get to our seats."

Harry led the group inside the stadium. He was anxious for the match to start. Their seats were near the top, a good place to watch a Quidditch match as one would be more level with the action. They quickly settled into the seats with Teddy in the middle and Harry and Hermione on either side. Harry showed Teddy the basics to viewing out of the omnioculars.

"I see you!" Teddy said with his new toy aimed at Harry.

"Why don't you look at something farther away?"

"Like Won?"

"Try the Quidditch Pitch."

Ron leaned over Harry and said to Teddy, "'Ve you tried the instant replay yet."

Teddy shook his head.

"That might be a little advanced for him," Harry suggested.

"Here, look at that man over there." Ron pointed to a man causing Hermione to shout Ron's name.

Harry was at a loss. Hermione might be right. Ron could be a bad influence on Teddy, but Ron was his friend. He didn't Ron angry with him, especially now at the Quidditch World Cup.

"Why don't you check out the field? The Reserve Players are marching out. There's Ginny!" Harry thrust his omnioculars to his face, almost giving himself a black eye. The five of them shouted and waved to her, but she marched on unable to hear.

"Is Ginny going to play?" Teddy asked.

Harry reckoned he must have remembered the player introductions at the Harpies match.

"I don't know. She's not on the starting team. She is back up."

"What's that?"

"The back up replaces someone who needs a rest or is hurt."

The announcer began the announcements in German and then to everyone's delight repeated in English. The first team announced was England. They flew out to a big display of English culture—wizarding culture including a live performance by the Weird Sisters.

Once the band finished and the starting seven flew their customary laps around the field, a group of ladies danced their way onto the field.

"It's them," hissed Hermione.

Harry expected Teddy to ask who they were, but like all other males, Harry included, he was entranced by their beauty. He heard Ron sigh beside him.

At the end of the dance the Bulgarian National Team made its way out, flying as soon as their names were called.

"Boo!" Ron cried when the final player flew into the pitch.

Through all Krum had done, through Ron's jealousy, he still remained a fan, knowing good Quidditch when he saw it, so needless to say, Harry was surprised by Ron's reaction.

"Boo!" Teddy echoed, most likely not understanding why.

"Go Viktor!" Hermione shouted.

"Traitor," Ron mumbled.

Hermione glared at him.

"You can't blame him for cheering against Bulgaria," Harry said.

"Yeah," Ron chimed in.

Hermione glared at Harry.

"Are you for England or against England?" Ron asked.

Hermione hrmphed causing Ron to laugh. Harry elbowed him in the side.

"She's not against England."

Ron sent Harry a look and the both of them concentrated on the match, which already started. Quickly the score rose. The Keepers were good, but with the amount of Quaffles sent their way, it was no wonder so many got through.

The match was also a dangerous one with Bludgers and players flying everywhere, almost into each other. A Beater for England was hit in the face with a Beater's bat, but the injury, a bloody nose, was easily remedied.

"Where are you headed, Teddy?" Harry called out when Teddy wandered past Percy, who was deep in conversation with Audrey and not watching the little boy.

"Ovah he-yah."

Harry shook his head. Teddy shook his and kept on walking.

Harry jumped from his seat and ran after the boy, stepping over feet and disrupting spectators. Looking at Harry instead of where he was going, Teddy tripped over a pair of blue trainers and landed on his hands and knees. Harry willed him not to cry.

The owner of the trainers spoke in fast German. He didn't sound angry, but he didn't sound happy either. Harry scooped up Teddy and with the boy's arms and legs flailing brought him back to his seat.

"Let me see your hands," Hermione requested, reaching for her wand.

Teddy shook his head and crossed his arms.

"I know they must hurt. I can make them feel better."

"No."

"If he wants to continue with the pain then so be it." Harry gave in to his godson's defiant ways.

Teddy looked up at Harry and then slowly his black hair and green eyes turned turquoise.

The crowd around them gasped.

Harry looked up to see a male Chaser for England fall off his broom and land sickeningly on the ground.

Everyone stood up to get a better look. Harry brought his omnioculars to his eyes and saw the player on the ground with his arm in a very odd position. The German announcer explained something as the player was taken off the field and his replacement flew into the air.

"He said Ginevra Weasley, didn't he?" Harry asked excited. "That's—that's red hair!"

"It is Ginny!" Hermione exclaimed.

Teddy jumped up and down his mood obviously forgotten.

"All right, Ginny!" Ron shouted.

"Yea!" Percy added.

The match continued. It was just as dirty and dangerous as ever. Harry winced every time a Bludger flew near Ginny. This was her third year playing professionally, his third watching her as a spectator, and still it made him nervous. Eventually, with the score 160 all, she scored a goal.

It turned out that was the only goal she scored that day. She tried for another, but was blocked. Ten minutes later the Snitch was captured.

"Bloody Krum, " Ron mumbled on their way to meet Ginny.

Ginny had been in the upper booth for the trophy presentation, so they went to meet her there.

"Teddy, what did you do to your hands?" Ginny asked first thing.

"I falled down."

"And Harry didn't clean you up?" She winked at Harry.

"No."

"Let me." She pulled out her wand, reached for Teddy's hands, and used a healing spell. "All better?"

"All bettah."

"You were brilliant." Harry kissed her sweaty lips quickly.

Ginny's cheeks turned red.

"Merlin, I played in the Quidditch World Cup!"

"The championship game no less. Too bad you didn't win."

"Bloody Krum," Ron said.

"Bulgaria was just better," Ginny said. "I've to shower. I'll meet you back at the tent." She winked again at Harry as she left for the locker room.

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I'm sorry for taking so long with this chapter! My New Year's Resolution is to try to get a chapter out a week. Think I can do it?