Pandora's Little Pithos of Preteens
A HariPo fanfiction
by mew-tsubaki
Note: These characters belong to J.K. Rowling, not me. This was done for my Pandora's Little Box of Terrors challenge found in the HPFC. You can find the challenge here (just take out the spaces!): http :/ forum. fanfiction. net/ topic/ 44309/ 27638002/ 1/ Read, review, and enjoy! And check out and join the forum challenge!
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Terror: Greed
Teddy of Avarice Lane
Wasn't it bad enough that he'd had to grow up without his parents? Why did he…have to turn out to be a –a bad guy?
Maybe Teddy Lupin was, maybe he wasn't. One thing was for sure, though: Teddy never saw people. He saw possessions. Even in love; if the girl wasn't his, then it would never work out. Well, it had yet to work out.
But that's probably why he'd gone through so many girlfriends… Eh, there were just so many Weasley girls to add to his collection.
Victoire was his first love. Usually first loves leave the deepest impression, and Vicky did just that. With her strawberry blonde hair and sky blue eyes –oh, and Veela blood, of course –Victoire was typically seen as the wooer. But Teddy had it in him; he had it in him to woo the siren and he'd done a superb job of it. Victoire had thought herself the winner, the champion. She'd finally landed Teddy Lupin and they truly had enjoyed some time together. For Teddy, Vicky was like the little glass doll that he had to put on the shelf and protect.
Then he'd realized that Vic was a lot tougher and cruder than he'd imagined. Victoire –if she was ever in an argument, she didn't just go for blood. She went right for the jugular. So Teddy had only needed to nudge her off the shelf with his pinky finger and CRASH! Down, down, down she went to shatter into a million pieces, a droplet exploding on a puddle. The pieces of Victoire were never completely recovered.
Next love: Molly. Yes, the bookish type. She was a nagging girl, but her heart was in the right place. If Teddy could only have her, if only, if only…
She was his. She became his. As smart as she was, she was dumb enough to fall for his charms and good looks. Teddy stacked her snugly in between the books of his past on the same bookshelf he'd once placed Victoire, but Molly was a book, not a figurine like her cousin. Molly was sturdier than that.
But she was a book –an open book. Very, very quickly Teddy got sick and tired of saying the same old things. He hated repeating himself. It was like she never listened! So one day, when she went prattling on about a topic they'd talked of at least eight times prior, Teddy had withdrawn into the library of his heart. He'd surveyed his collection…and lit a match.
He watched Molly burn and burn and burn and- All that was left of her was ashes.
Then came Dominique. Teddy didn't even know why he'd bothered with her. She was Victoire's younger sister, for crying out loud! But she sure was gorgeous. Big hazel eyes, long blonde hair, creamy skin… Dominique was flawless where Victoire was rugged. Dominique was a princess where Victoire was a knight/lady-in-waiting. Dominique outshone her sister in all aspects. Dominique was just purely amazing…not.
She was a porcelain figurine, not glass. So when Teddy finally realized that a relationship could not exist on the grounds of always comparing her to Vicky, that that was all that his relationship with her was, he picked her up off the shelf and tossed her in the rubbish bin. She shattered, too, but it was so much worse. So much, much worse.
Teddy would never be able to clean up the dust the fragments of Dominique left behind.
Then he moved on to Rose. That one, he didn't understand. Rose just wasn't his type, but by now Teddy had unconsciously made it his decision to gather the Weasley girls. He tried them out to see if he would ever become a part of the family that he loved so much. But it was the family, it seemed, and never the girls.
Rose was kinda similar to Molly. Again, she was bookish and nagged, but she wasn't as bad as the heckler. Rose had a kind side that Molly never had possessed. It was probably because Molly was too much like her father; Percy was too caught up in "the rules." But Rose had inherited her mother's kindness; Hermione had not only taught her daughter academics, but values as well. Teddy came to cherish those values and he found peace with Rose. Maybe Rose really was his type.
But he'd screwed it up. He'd started to think that Rose was the one he'd be able to keep, to hold onto forever. So when he'd put this jar of rare and beautifully mesmerizing ink on the desk and had left it there, he'd had no worries.
He'd had no mind was the real case.
He was so sure of Rose. Really. But he'd ended up bumping his desk, shaking his soul and spilling her all over the place. Scorpius Malfoy came along and drunk her up as a quill as best he could…but Rose had left a stain on Teddy's heart. No more ink bottles, please.
Hurt and forever hurting, Teddy had tried to take a hiatus. He made friends with a girl trying to take a similar emotional hiatus, too: Lucy. Molly's little sister was nothing like her and Teddy had learned by now not to make comparisons. So Lucy had been and remained a strong mate.
Until he'd placed her on that same desk, the plush cuddle toy she was. She was so soft, too soft and she was adorable. And she sat there. And sat. And sat, and sat, and sat. Eventually, Lucy gathered so much dust that she looked tattered and old, despite that forced cheery smile.
When Teddy had dismantled her by the seams, she had retaliated by tearing some of the threads of his heart. All done with that flawless yet damaged smile on her face.
How could Teddy even bother going on with this stupid mission? Weasley girls were officially one thing: TROUBLE.
Speaking of trouble… Teddy had really needed to relax. He was taking all of this too seriously. He needed a girlfriend –didn't every guy? –but he needed to pause and gather himself. It was getting quite messy in the house of his heart and soul.
That's when Roxanne snuck up and pranked it.
Oh, yes, Roxanne Weasley. She was probably the most different from her other cousins. With caramel skin and dark hair and smoky blue eyes, Roxie was stunning. She always had a joke up her sleeve, too. But that was because of her blood. She was the twin daughter of one of the original Weasley twins. She, together with her brother Freddie, was the life of the party or the occasion. Roxanne could get anyone to laugh for any reason.
Though Teddy was starting to wonder if his actions were moral or not, he chucked those ideas to the side when Roxanne had gone right for what she wanted and kissed him unlike any way he'd ever experienced before.
Roxanne was the longest out of all the relationships.
There was something about her that lit a flame in Teddy and got him to live life again. Maybe it was her vivacity for life. She didn't act like there would always be a tomorrow. Hell, Teddy wasn't sure Roxanne even believed in tomorrow. Roxanne always lived and acted as if "today's the day" and she would have to leave her mark.
That jack-in-a-box surprised him every day of his life.
She still did, but she wasn't with him anymore. One day he'd decided that he'd had his fill of surprises. So he'd stomped angrily into that room and grabbed that box off that bloody desk and thrown it against the wall. The hand-painted wood that made it unique splintered and wood shards and little mechanical pieces and flecks of paint flew everywhere. Teddy had had to cover his face and eyes; the sight was quite a dangerous thing to watch.
He'd ended up with –you guessed it –several splinters in his heart. If he wasn't careful, those splinters would move deeper and deeper. He knew if they joined in the middle, his heart would die. That ruddy Lorcan Scamander wasn't so scared of splinters, though, and he gladly and blindly collected Roxanne and put her back together. Now Roxanne was happy once again and Teddy was hurting.
Hurt, hurt, hurt. It was all Teddy's greed ever got him. So he'd been through all the Weasley girls. He never wanted to see another one in a romantic way at all for as long as he lived.
But there was the Weasley girl who wasn't a Weasley girl.
Lily Luna Potter.
Teddy didn't even bother trying. He knew his godfather would kill him if he ever looked at his daughter. But it was too late. Teddy was more than aware of Lily and she was more than aware of him.
Teddy didn't want to see her broken, though. So until he could see her as Lily and not the looking glass that showed him his true heart, not something so breakable, he would back off. He would stay away until he could control his damned greed.
For now, his heart resided on that godforsaken street:
Teddy Lupin's heart
666 Avarice Lane
Terrortown, Hellshire, U.K.
Currently not accepting deliveries, thank you very much.
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:O I…I don't have much to say. I think this was the best use of imagery I've ever written –and I've written a lot (even more stuff than is posted on this site). I'll just say that I adore Lily/Teddy and Roxanne/Teddy, as well as Scorpius/Rose and Roxanne/Lorcan. Yes, I don't know how UK addresses are done, but please don't nag me for it. It was the effect I was going for, thanks. :P
Besides that, thanks for reading and please await the rest of the terrors.
And if this chapter doesn't deserve a review, I don't know what does. :O
Thanks!
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Thanks for Betaing, Morghen! You and I are in agreement: a) best thing I've written so far (EVER~!) and b) they need someone other than Luke Newberry to play Teddy. I can't believe they cast him! XC Grrr. So instead, for this one time, I will give you ALL of Teddykins. But it's a rental. ;3 XD Xd *YUM!*