Harry potter headcannons and one shots

Brotherhood - Teddy x James

A/N; This is from fanfiction.com, it is written by welcometonerdworld. 

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Around October, 2004.

Teddy Lupin is running away.

Well, okay, he's not really running away. All he's doing is leaving and never, ever coming back to Harry and Ginny's because they obviously don't love him if they're having a baby and he is being replaced. He's never going to come back for another sleepover again, and he's going to live at his Grandma's forever and only leave to talk to Victoire.

He hates it. The baby, he means. It hasn't even been born yet; Ginny doesn't even have a bump, and already it's taking over Teddy's entire life. He's pretty sure that when it is born, it will take all his clothes and his food and his best friend Victoire, and maybe it'll even take his Grandma. The baby is going to be evil, he's sure of it.

Shouldering his little blue rucksack and pulling his blanket around him – he can't let the baby take that too – he slips out of his room (although, he thinks, it's really the baby's), tiptoeing down the stairs and sneaking through the corridors to the front door. He can vaguely hear voices coming from the living room, and his lower lip trembles as he imagines Harry and Ginny discussing the baby, forgetting all about him.

Teddy pauses at the door, takes a deep breath. Then, he opens it, steps out quickly, shuts it and starts to walk as quickly as his six year old legs can take him.

Tears blur his vision as he stumbles down the road, and he wipes them away impatiently. He recalls a conversation he once had with his Grandma about getting lost – "Remember, Teddy, you can always get on the Knight Bus. Just stick your arm out, like this" – and he does. Putting his left arm tentatively into the air, Teddy waits for exactly twenty seven seconds before there's a loud bang that sends him sprawling back onto the pavement behind him.

"Hello?" calls a woman, looking around in bemusement. She glances left, right, and then down to spot him.

"Hello," says Teddy, trying his utmost to be polite, even though he's on the verge of a tantrum, "Can I get on, please?"

"Oh – yes," says the woman, raising her eyebrows. After a moment of hesitation, "Where are your parents?"

Immediately, Teddy's hair turns a deep grey-black colour from its usual bright blue. The woman, startled, watches as he fights back tears and says, "My parents are dead. I want to go to my grandma's."

"Oh, dear, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have asked – do you know where your grandma lives?" She steps off the bus and extends a hand. Teddy grabs it and tugs himself up, retrieving his blanket and bag from the ground.

"Um. Not exactly," he frowns, "Somewhere outside London, I think."

"Right...and where exactly are you coming from?"

"Well, it's my godfather you see. I'm staying with him, but he's having a baby and he doesn't want me here anymore. So I'm going to my grandma's." Somehow, Teddy is beginning to lose his patience with this woman. He has explained this story about five times now, or so it seems. "Can I please get on now?"

"Erm...what's your name, dear?"

"TEDDY!" A loud voice – Harry's – is shouting his name down the street. "Teddy? Teddy!"

The woman looks from the distant figure that is Harry, back to the little boy by her side. She smiles, and Teddy has no idea why – can't she see that he needs to go, now?