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Teddy was a very opinionated little boy, and he didn't bother being quiet about it. Why would he? Uncle Harry and Aunt Hermione had always taught him that everyone had different opinions and his was always right in his eyes, even if someone else didn't agree. Of course, he could accept that he might be wrong once in a while. After all, dragons didn't have pink spots and spit out sweets instead of fire, like he'd believed before. But he was pretty sure he was right this time.

Girls were boring.

It was true. He was in the Burrow's garden and playing with his toys, Hungarian Horntail in his left hand and a hippogriff in his right, when he noticed Victoire sitting opposite him. He paused his 'dragon munching a hippogriff' game to watch the blonde haired girl; he barely made it thirty seconds before his face scrunched up in disgust.

"What's wrong, Teddy?" Uncle Harry asked, crouching next to the metamorphmagus. "Did the dragon fart?"

"No," Teddy giggled. "I just realised that all girls are boring."

"You got that right mate," Uncle Ron piped up, sitting on the other side of him. "They find boring things to talk about and play with," he said. Teddy nodded his head eagerly in agreement. "It's good to know that from an early age."

"Are all girls boring?" asked a different voice laced with amusement. Teddy tilted his head back to squint up at the female figure of Hermione Granger. She was a girl, and if all girls were boring, then she should be boring too. But, she wasn't. Aunt Hermione was the least boring girl in the whole world! She read stories and made the characters have funny voices, and she played with his toys and built towers. She didn't mind getting dirty when they played in the garden, and she even helped him sneakily prank Harry with goodies from George's shop.

"Every girl but you," he amended.

She grinned down at the little boy, amused that his typical blue hair was now matching her outrageous brown curls. "What makes girls boring anyway?"

"They don't play with good toys, and they just sit there being boring," he said, his eyes moving to Victoire who was pouring tea for one of her witch dolls whilst speaking softly with a teddy bear. Where was the violence, the excitement, the roaring? Boring.

"You'll change your tune, kiddo," Hermione said knowingly. "And when you do, I'm going to laugh."

"I'll never change my tune," he declared. He paused, turning to look at Harry. "What is my tune?"

"Oh, there you are," Victoire said, standing in the doorway of Teddy's compartment on the Hogwarts Express. "I didn't see you at the station."

"I was there," he replied, "but I fancied a quiet goodbye with Mum and Dad. I love everyone, don't get me wrong, but sometimes quiet is just not their forte."

"No, I suppose not," she chuckled. "You call Uncle Harry and Aunt Hermione, Mum and Dad? That's new."

"They raised me," he shrugged. "I know they didn't give birth to me, and they tell me about my birth parents every time I ask and sometimes when I don't, so I know who they are, but Harry and Hermione are still my parents."

Victoire smiled, the words making complete sense to her. Though others might have seen it as offensive to Remus and Tonks, she understood to the best of her ability.

A rustle of paper made her realise that Teddy wasn't alone in the compartment, and she fought off the startled look that she knew she was wearing. She turned to look at the opposite seat to Teddy and smiled at the boy who was reading a book. "Oh. Hello, I'm Victoire," she greeted. "Are you one of Teddy's friends?" He nodded shyly.

"He's still trying to understand Quidditch. He's read every little thing about it that he can, but he still can't decide on a team worth his support." Teddy rolled his eyes. "Mum changes her mind every single day, and yet Will, here, can't decide."

"Aunt Hermione changes her mind just to wind up Uncle Harry," Victoire pointed out. "I'm a fan of the Appleby Arrows myself."

"I like the sound of the Holyhead Harpies," Will confessed, flicking through a couple of pages in his book. "But the Falmouth Falcons seem to interest me."

"Not the Chudley Cannons?" Teddy gasped, a hand covering his chest with his hand as he pretended to appear hurt.

"You've been spending way too much time with Uncle Ron, Teddy." Victoire rolled her eyes at his dramatics.

Teddy smirked at her, morphing his features to replicate Ronald Weasley perfectly. "Have I, Victoire?" he teased. "Have I really?"

She rolled her eyes at him again before giving a wave to Will and leaving their compartment. Teddy allowed his features to go back to normal.

"You fancy her," Will said. Teddy spluttered and immediately denied it, but Will smirked. "You fancy her a lot."

It was during sixth year that Teddy stood in Hermione's office doorway, his hands fidgeting nervously as he mentally debated the pros and cons of entering the room.

"Teddy, I can hear the gears in your brain creaking with overuse," she called, not even looking over her shoulder to look at him, instead maintaining her steady flow of writing. "What's wrong?"

He didn't say anything, though he did enter the room fully. He waited for the scratching of her quill to die off and her attention to be on him before he spoke. He stared into the same hazel eyes that he'd been gazing into since he was a mere babe and felt himself relax. She'd always had that effect on him.

"I've changed my tune," he blurted. Hermione blinked in confusion before throwing her head back and laughing.

"No, Remus!" the little girl cried. None of the parents rushed to the child's aid since the tone was more one of annoyance, than anything else. "The Chudley Cannons are not the best quidditch team." Teddy stifled a laugh by burying his face into the crook of Victoire's neck as she hid her behind her hand. Other parents of the large Weasley clan and Order families chuckled, the declaration being amusing on its own, whilst the Lupin parents were reminded of a conversation of their own.

"You know," Teddy murmured. "You aren't nearly half as boring as I had initially pegged you." He pressed a kiss to her pulse point. "You're a right ball of fun."

"You thought I as boring?" she asked, pulling away from his grasp so she could look at him. "I find that highly offensive."

"In my defense, I was five," he attempted to placate her, but she merely scoffed at him. "I was! You can ask Mum or Dad, and Uncle Ron, they were all there! You were playing with your tea set and speaking with your dollies."

"As if you remember that," she grumbled. He grinned at her.

"Of course I do; I remember everything about you." His words worked as he'd planned. A faint blush began to paint her cheeks, and her eyes to glow with happiness. He'd try to keep that look on her every chance he got, but she hated the colour she turned.

"Daddy." A tug on his trousers interrupted them. "Am I boring too?"

"Of course not, Lyra," Teddy reassured. "I was just being a stupid boy."

"And boring," she replied. "Boys are boring too."

"All boys?" he asked, smirking at her.

"No," she admitted. "Grandpa Harry is pretty cool!"

Thanks to ilprincipino for beta'ing.