A/N: Yeah, It skips ten years. They live in New England where it snows! It snowed around here actaully yesterday... only a little though... it's kinda melting already... But... anyways... please read this and then review! I love reviews, but I'll still update without them! Don't worry! Oh yeah, please excuse the typos. I hate editing.

Teddy walked back into his house in Massachusetts from dropping the now ten-year-old Victor off at their neighbors house. He had happily lived in his wizarding neighborhood for the past ten years and was fairly close to everyone. He was now thirty six. He still couldn't believe how quickly the years went by. He still remembered Victor as the three year old who tried to eat everything and anything... including the dining room chair. He still tried to eat everything, but he knew he was doing it now.

Victor was a friendly kid, Teddy was proud of what he raised. Victor was very curious, which worried Teddy in more than one way. He was a lot like his mother too. As in he go the hiccups when he was nervous, and quoted things that reminded him of things someone said. Teddy wasn't sure if Victor was going to Hogwarts or not. He didn't think so, considering they lived in America, but things changed. He could go to Hogwarts. Teddy was still debating.

Teddy walked into the kitchen and saw an owl tapping on the window. He walked over to it quickly, letting it in. Teddy opened up a drawer, took out an owl treat, and gave the oddly familiar owl the small, round treat. Teddy wasn't sure were he'd seen the owl before, until he saw the very familiar writing on the parchment.

Harry's.

Teddy sighed and set the letter on the table and watched the gray owl fly away. He sat down in front of the table, debating whether to open it or not. Did Harry know where Teddy was? Or did he have an amazing tracking owl? Either way, this was the first contact they'd come in with each other in ten years. Ten, very short, yet very long, years. About 3,652 days. 87,648 Hours. 52,58,880 Minutes. And many seconds. It was a long time to be away from the man who raised you. Harry and everyone else probably though poorly of him now.

Teddy looked at the letter again. Could he open it without crying? Was there good news? Bad news? Or did Harry just want to contact him? How was everyone?

Teddy finally gave into the temptation and opened the letter.

Dear Teddy,

"Teddy," Teddy said aloud. Like nothing had changed.

I'm not sure when, or if, you'll ever get this letter. If you do.. well... there'sreally no easy way to put this... but... Gran died.

A tear fell from Teddy's blue eyes.

I Really am Sorry. But, she's been around for a while. We all knew it would have to happen eventually. I'm pretty sure you're with Victoire...

Teddy wasn't sure if he could continue. He needed to go back and see his family. If he didn't... he'd live even more than just ten years without them. It all snapped back to him how stupid that move was. He was just twenty six at the time. What had the family thought about the two just getting up and moving away without telling anyone. It was the stupidest thing anyone could ever imagine to do. They didn't even know about Victor. He got up and went to his bedroom. He waved his wand and all this things packed themselves into a bag. He did the same with his son's room then shrunk the bags and put them in his pocket. He needed to see his family to get over his Gran dieing. He stopped for a moment. He walked back to the table and looked at the date on the letter. It was three months old.

Another tear fell from Teddy's eye.

He didn't care. He needed to go back to England. He left his house unlocked and walked to his neighbor's house as it started to snow. The perfect Christmas present, he thought with a smile. His family would either accept him, or diss him completely. He knocked on his neighbors door and Victor answered.

"Dad, everything okay?" Victor asked.

Teddy picked up his son and walked into the small house. "Uhm... would you like to meet you're family?"

"What?" Victor asked. Obviously confused.

"I uhm... got a letter from... a family member... my... you're great-grandmother died. I... think it would be a fine time to... go meet them."

"What do you mean?" Victor asked confused. Teddy got down to his knees and looked his beautiful green-haired son in the eyes.

"You see... you know how it's always just been me and you?" Teddy asked.

Victor nodded.

"Well... there's more than just you and I," Teddy said. "You have... well... technically they're not cousins. But, they'll be just like cousins. I promise."

"What...what are cousins?" Victor asked slowly.

"They'd be you're aunt and uncles sons and daughters." Teddy said.

"I have aunts? And Uncles?" Victor asked excitedly.

Teddy nodded.

"And... I'll get to meet them?" Victor asked even more excitedly.

Again, Teddy nodded.

"Are they magical?" Victor asked curiously.

"What? You think I came from a non-magical family... Harry Potter raised me," Teddy whispered the last part like it was the biggest secret ever.

Victor's eyes bulged out. Harry Potter was his idol. Teddy never told him he knew him. He thought he'd die of a heart-attack.

"Do I get to meet him?" Victor asked.

"He's the one who sent me the letter," Teddy said.

Victor jumped up happily and hugged his father tightly.

"When do we go?"

"Now if you want."

"YES!" Victor screamed.

"So... you're leaving?" Gwen... their young neighbor... asked quietly from a few feet behind. She was standing in the doorway from the kitchen to the hallway. She was looking down at the ground.

"Don't worry, Gwen," Victor said, walking over to the nine year old, "I'll come back. Right, dad?" Victor asked, looking back at his father.

Teddy shrugged. "If you want to..."

"I'll see you again, Gwen. I promise. And you know I never break promises," Victor smiled, hugging his best friend. Gwen shed a tear and Victor waved goodbye.

"Mind if we use you're fireplace, Hank?" Teddy asked Gwen's father.

"Go ahead," Hank said, gesturing towards the fire place.

"Okay, son. I'm going to floo us to the burrow."

"The burrow?" Victor asked as Teddy walked into the fire place.

"Yeah, it's wear you're... mother... and I grew up. You'll probably hear a lot about her, okay? Don't feel bad. I promise, it wasn't you're fault she died." Victor looked down and nodded. "Hey, Son, I grew up without a mother too... I had Harry..." Victor smiled. "The Burrow," Teddy said, loud and clear, dropping a handful of floo powder in the fireplace. Emerald flamed enveloped them and took them away.

A/N: Theres, baisically the first chapter. I hope you like(d) It. I think I'm going to start the next chapter, so if it's up soon praise me imensely. I'm excited to write the next chapter. That's all. Something totally fell in place in this chapter and I am SO happy about it! You see, I had plans for somehting, and something happened and I was like "PERFECT!" And it took me a moment to get my composure back together because of how Happy I was! Lol, Yeah, I'll stop now. Please review!