Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or anything related to him.
Note: This was written for Fire the Canon's "50 Days of Inspiration" competition using the prompt "For children preserve the fame of a man after his death." -Aeschlys.
Warnings: n/a
Rating: K+
Characters: Teddy
Word Count: 282
Teddy Lupin was an oddity. He walked around Hogwarts with his teal hair in sharp contrast to the yellow and black striped tie he wore, and never seemed to notice that it wasn't normal. Given his family history and connections though, most people let it slide, and even came to know him as a decent guy. Aside from one little Hufflepuff that needed to point it out to him.
"Isn't it true that you're the son of Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks?"
Teddy found himself looking down at the first year that had approached him. "Yes, I am."
"Then you're the child of of a werewolf and a Metamorphmagus. You're the son of freaks, so you must be a freak yourself." This condemnation was made proudly by the stuck-up child with curly brown hair.
Teddy was taken back for a moment while some of his friends around him broke out into angry muttering. He studied the child in front of him, wondering what might cause him to say that when a name came to mind. "You're the son of Zacharias Smith and Marietta Edgecomb, aren't you?"
The arrogant boy stood up proudly. "Yes, I am."
"Then your mother was a traitor who tattled on the school to the Voldemort-aiding ministry, and your father was the first one out the door when Voldemort attacked. Both my parents died in that fight protecting against Voldemort. Maybe they were freaks, but I'd rather be able to say I was the son of good, honorable freaks, than to admit that I was the son of a pair of cowards." The fourth-year turned and walked away, leaving the boy behind him.