When Teddy was eight, he was just learning how to control his hair color, and he liked to keep it Potter black. He had gone out on his toy broom, and now he was back from the cold February air, Victoire bouncing around in front of him.
"Teddy, Teddy!" she exclaimed, handing him a big pink paper heart. She had drawn two stick figures, a girl with long blonde hair and a boy with blonde hair. 'Tedy,' she'd written, with an arrow pointing to the boy. And on the bottom of the heart, in her little kid scrawl comprised of big and little letters, she'd written, 'Love, Victoire.'
Teddy knew she'd just learned to write her name a week before, so he said, "Good job" and "Thank you" and turned his hair blonde like hers. And when he pushed by Harry and Ginny and his aunts and uncles who were smiling at his manners to put away his broomstick, she asked to ride on it so he grudgingly said yes.
Years later, he would still clench his fist every time he thought about this day, as he'd remember a crunch and a snap, all the adults trying to soothe a crying Victoire as Teddy sat there holding the two halves if his now useless broomstick.
Later that day, Uncle Bill came up to him and promised he'd buy a new one, and Teddy nodded his head as he sat on the couch trying not to cry.