Teddy and his hair of many colours
Author Note: There will probably be about 6 chapters, some of which I've already written in my notebook. Reviews inspire me to write more.
Introduction
A lot of people show their emotions unconsciously through their actions or facial expression, Teddy Lupin however, showed them through the colour of his hair. Ginny and Harry, who he practically lived with when he wasn't at school, had come to notice the way that his hair changed with his moods but were unaware that he knew it did. Boy were they wrong.
Chapter 1: Bubblegum Pink
Most people's cheeks flush when they are embarrassed, the Weasley family taking this one step further by blushing with their ears, but Teddy Lupin beat them all. Not only did his face and ears go bright pink, so did his hair. Bright bubblegum pink. And yeah, his mum might have had that colour hair (most of the time) and yeah, she might have looked cool with it, but he was a boy for goodness sake. A boy who's hair happened to turn pink, something that his family seemed to find endearing, and so come to think of it, did the girls at school; but there was one person more than any other that he wished to avoid "bubble-gumming" in front of, unfortunately she was the one person who he was constantly embarrassed in front of. She went by the name of Victoire Weasley and man, was she beautiful. Another thing (apart from the pink hair) that Teddy seemed to have inherited from Tonks was his innate ability to knock over or drop anything and everything. When browsing Harry's memories in the pensieve, a lot of the ones of his mum had showed her to be spectacularly clumsy.
Teddy was staying at the burrow for Christmas, along with the Potters and huge amounts of the Weasley clan. Deciding that an early morning shower would wake him up he grabbed a towel and made his way to the bathroom; thankfully there was no queue, but then Teddy hadn't expected one, he had always been an early riser. Coming out feeling refreshed he met Victoire carrying a towel. Feeling pleased that he was not currently making an utter fool of himself he pulled his towel slightly more tightly around his body, smiled in greeting and carried on walking, casting furtive glances towards her disappearing back. So absorbed was he in looking at her that he completely failed to notice where the stairs began. One moment he was standing at the top, the next he was lying crumpled at the bottom, a concerned Victoire peering over the banisters. Concern that rapidly turned to embarrassment as he realised that his towel was no longer covering certain parts of his body. Teddy struggled to cover himself up, shaking the bright pink hair out of his eyes. Maybe his body was hurting now, but that wouldn't be what would hurt tomorrow. At that moment he felt like his pride could never be mended.