(A/N) Hey, I'd like to tell you all that I lied. I stated in an earlier chapter that the Potter house had four bedrooms, but with so many family members, and especially Teddy, I figured the house needed a guest bedroom. So the Potter house has five bedrooms. Why so few? Harry and Ginny find that living modestly help to keep their children from turning into spoiled brats, like some other kids we might know. (cough, cough Malfoy, cough)

"M-Mr Potter?" Sam said nervously. We had been home for over an hour, and we all sat around the dining room table, looking through our new books (Al was immersed in my Standard Book of Spells, Year One, as Mum and Dad would not let us have spell books before school.) I looked up from my favourite book, Quidditch Through the Ages, to look at her.

"Yes?" Dad replied, looking rather distracted for a moment. He had been completely immersed in the records of a Dark wizard who had been alluding Ministry capture for a few weeks now.

"Am I really going to be staying here for the rest of the summer?" she muttered, playing with a strand of her brown hair.

"Unless your parents decide to take you back again," Dad told her. He looked extremely stressed again. "And as I somehow can't see that happening…" He trailed off. "Why do you ask?"

"I-I was j-just wondering where I'm going to sleep," she said, glancing at him nervously.

"She can stay in my room," I suggested. "She is my friend after all." I smiled reassuringly at her.

"We are not having a girl stay in your room, James Potter," Mum chided me. "She can stay in the guest bedroom."

"But then where's Teddy going to sleep when he comes to visit?" Lily asked worriedly from behind her How to Draw: Princesses book. Teddy often stayed the night in our house. He always said he had "accidentally" stayed too late to go home, but I thought it might just be that every time he stayed over, Mum made potato pancakes, Ted's favourite.

"In my room," Al and I said at the same time. We glared at each other, ready to have an hour or longer argument, but Dad cut us off.

"If Ted comes to stay, Sam can stay with Lily for that night, and Ted can stay in the guest bedroom as usual," he said, sending a stern glare over at me and Al. "That way no one can fight over him."

"You're no fun," I muttered, going back to reading about the Cannons, my favourite team. With Uncle Ron around, I didn't have much choice in that matter.

"c'mon, dear, let's get you set up," Mum said kindly to Sam. They trudged up the stairs to ready the guest room.

The evening went by without incident. Sam was still nervous, but she was quickly becoming comfortable with my erratic family. We sat down in the living room that evening to watch America's Funniest Home Videos. I was obsessed with American music and entertainment, and had begged Dad to find a way for us to get American TV. We were all laughing our heads off at some random woman who was loopy from anesthesia when a loud crash resounded from the kitchen. We all leapt off the couch and ran into the kitchen. On the floor sat Teddy, covered in metal pots and pans and bleeding slightly.

"I was aiming for the doorstep," he said sheepishly, extracting himself from the kitchen equipment and standing up.

"Come here, Ted," Mum said gently. She grabbed the Essence of Dittany (which we had been keeping in the kitchen ever since my little… incident) and poured a few drops on Teddy's cuts. They healed instantly. Sam made an amazed noise.

"Thanks, Ginny," the neon – turquoise – haired boy said gratefully. He pulled each of us Potters into a quick hug. "Hi again, Sam," he said with a smile, shaking her hand warmly. "You staying the night?"

"Sam will be staying here with us for the rest of the summer, Dad told him, leading us all back into the living room. Ted sat down next to him and Dad threw his arm affectionately around Ted's shoulder.

"Kind of like you and the Weasleys, huh?" Ted asked. "So, what are we watching?"

We went back to what we had been doing before Ted had arrived. It was as if nothing had changed. There was no indication that another person had entered our midst except for Sam's perplexed face.

"Does this happen often?" she asked me in a whisper.

"All the time," I answered, not looking away from the television, "except his grandmum used to bring him. But he finally passed his Apparition test, how, I don't know, but he can bring himself now."

"Apparition?" Sam asked.

"Yeah. You disappear from one place and reappear in another. It's pretty hard, apparently. Teddy's horrible at it."

"Oh."

It was only when the show ended that I remembered something very confusing."

"Oy, Ted!" I said suddenly. "Didn't you say you were spending today with your grandmum?"

"Oh, yeah, I did," Ted answered, standing up and stretching. "I spent the whole day with her, but I'm going to spend the night here."

"Why tonight? Why aren't you staying with her the whole day?" I asked, curious.

"Full moon," he answered simply.

"Ah," I said slowly, suddenly understanding. Ted liked to stay up on the roof with Dad on full moons, since Dad knew Remus Lupin, Ted's father, best of anyone still alive.

Sam looked at me questioningly, but I shook my head. Ted's dad's lycanthropy was a secret in the family, and among really close family friends only, for Ted's sake. She let it go.

"So I'm staying in Lily's room tonight?" Sam asked, obviously still confused by Ted's sudden appearance.

"No, no," Ted said, smiling. Dad had filled him in on the sleeping arrangements we'd planned out earlier. "You can still stay in the guest room. I'm sleeping up on the roof tonight."

"Why?" she asked, already comfortable with him. It was easy to be; Teddy was a nice, relatable person.

"So I can be closer to the moon," he answered honestly.

"Why do you want to be closer to the moon?"

"I like the moon," he answered. "Harry, is it alright if we get set up? I'm awful tired tonight."

"Of course, Ted. It's the kid's bedtime anyway. Just let me tuck them in first, and I'll be right up." Dad replied. He ruffled Ted's hair.

"I'm getting tired of this," he muttered, gesturing towards his hair. "What color do you think I should do next?"

"Green!" Al shouted.

"Lavender!" Lily said with a "romantic" sigh. All three of us guys stared at her.

"Red, maybe?" I asked.

"No, I don't really like red on me."

"Maybe you could dye it black?" Sam suggested. "Then you'd look sort of like James and Albus."

"Hmmm… that's not a bad idea, actually," Ted said thoughtfully. He screwed up his face in concentration, and suddenly his turquoise hair turned jet black, even sticking up in the back just like ours did. Sam stared.

"How-?"

"I'm a Metamorphmagus. We're very rare, but my mum was one. We can change our appearance at will." Ted explained. "Watch." He screwed up his face again, and made himself look like an old man, and then he gave himself a beak before finally going back to normal. Sam looked impressed.

"That's so neat!" she said. "I wish I could be a Metamorphmagus."

"Don't we all," I asked, as Mum came out to the living room.

"Time for bed, children," she said with a smile. All five of us groaned.

"Do we have to, Ginny?" Ted whined, grinning at her.

"Absolutely. I want teeth brushed and pyjamas on by 9:30. It's nine now."

"M-Mrs Potter?" Sam stuttered, becoming shy again. "I-I don't have a toothbrush, or pyjamas or anything."

"I've got you an extra toothbrush from our cupboard, dear," Mum told her. "As for pyjamas, I'll run and get you a shirt of Harry's, and you can wear a pair of James's sweatpants, alright?"

"Sure, I guess," Sam said nervously.

"I don't bite, Sam. You do know that?" Mum asked with a smile, putting her hand on Sam's arm. Sam smiled sheepishly. "C'mon dear, off to bed."

It took until 9:31 to get ready for bed, (I made sure of that,) and Dad came around to tuck us all in before going to stay with Ted on the roof. I had a hard time going to sleep. There was only a week left until September 1st, and I couldn't wait.