Yeah…Merry Christmas


It was the Christmas Holidays, Christmas eve in fact and Victoire Weasley was sitting in front of the warm fire starring at her stunting reflection in a compact mirror, after hearing foot steps she stood up straitening her glitzy silver mini-dress and turned around, expecting to find Teddy standing in the door way of his and her uncle Harry’s living room, his knees slightly buckled to reduce his tall height, hair ruffled from the habit he picked up from his God father of running his fingers through his hair, which would probably be his favourite shade of sapphire blue, his deep brown eyes sparkling and he would be smiling bashfully at her. Instead however she was staring at her cousin, Harry and Ginny’s eldest son, James.
James was the trouble maker of her aunt and uncle’s three children, Al being the most behaved always knowing where to draw the line, he may have occasionally put a toe or two across it but was no competition to his big brother who was so passed the line he was just a dot on the horizon. Lily, the youngest of the three, had been confused whether to take George and Alicia’s son Fred’s advice of following in James and his own footsteps or following her own and be more like Al, she opted in the end to go roughly in the middle.
James grinned at her, the small glimpse of his eyes she could see through his reddish brownish hair were glittering with a playfulness she knew preceded mis-behaviour, “You look sparkly!” he said with a childish innocence she knew to well he did not deserve. “Going anywhere nice?” he smiled sycophantically at her.
Victoire batted her long silvery lashes at him, returning the smile she sweetly replied, “I’m going to the Godric Hollows’ Christmas party with Teddy Or were you hoping for something a little more detailed? ‘Cause I’m pretty sure you all ready know that, thanks to your habit of using your set of extendable ears for oxygen”
James’s eyes shone brighter the longer she spoke “Hey! Don’t blame me for being interested in your life cuz, and the extendable ears, well I had to find something to entertain myself with after Mum and Dad gave me that totally unfair Quidditch ban for the holidays!”
“That ban was not unfair!” replied Victoire in disbelief, “You jinxed Rose’s broom so she couldn’t steer and crashed into a tree!” James was almost crying with laughter, not even flinching at the disapproving glare she fired at him, “James! She could have been seriously injured!”
“She wasn’t though, was she? Back on her feet in no time! It was classic!” Victoire sighed, it was hopeless, nobody had been successful in hammering any amount of discipline into James Sirius Remus Potter in fifteen years and she doubted she would succeed in a single convocation, “James, cuz, as much as I’m enjoying our conversation may I ask why you are bugging me with your presence.”
“You are too kind Vic, and I’m here to give you some warnings about my dad’s godson.”
Victoire rolled her eyes; honestly what was it with James and the annoying warning. “And,” continued James, “I bring a message from the man himself.”
Victoire’s eyes widened, “What is it James, Spit it out! NOW!”
“Okay, okay honestly, haven’t you inherited the French temper!”
“JAMES!”
“Alright! Alright!” exclaimed James, “I was just ambling along upstairs on the landing and Teddy was just coming out…”
“Get to the point James!”
“Alright Vic! Just put the wand!” she lowered her arm, “Thank you! Well Teddy was grabbed by your mum and taken into his room to be given one can only assume a very very uncomfortable lecture and he wanted me to tell you that he may be a while!” Victoire sighed her Mother was far too of her, she slumped into the soft sofa and crossed her legs, James slid past her and sat down next to his cousin.
“Now onto my warning!” Victoire groaned,
“FINE! What is it?”
“You know Teddy’s a metaphorfus (A/n cannot spell and you know what I mean!) yeah of course you do, well teddy’s been living in the room next room next door for an age and I’ve gotten to know him and hi hair.”
“His hair?”
“Yeah his hair…”
“What about his hair?”
“Well Teddy’s hair changes acc…”
“I know that, thank you, you prat!”                                                                                                                 “Cool it Vic! And listen to the rest of sentence!”
“Fine but be quick, I’m not in the mood for you today James!”
“Charming, well his hair changes colour according to what mood he’s in.”
“And…”
“And, I’m here to tell you what colour means so you know what mood he’s in during your date!”
“You know what mood he’s in just from his hair! How?”
“When you’ve lived with him for practically 15 years you tend to pick up on things!” James grinned broadly “Do you want to know or what?” Victoire bit her lip, the idea of being able to read teddy’s moods was appealing, yet she wondered, wouldn’t that be an infringement of his privacy?
“Vic! I cannot actually believe you’re thinking about this! You know me I’m gonna tell you no matter what you say about the matter!” Victoire raised an eye brow at him, laughing inwardly at his honesty.
“If his hair’s red he’s embarrassed, sapphire blue is normal, brown is bored don’t be upset if his hair’s like that tonight you have that effect on everyone, OW! Black is depressed; look out for that one too! Stop hitting me! Lilac is happy, violet is sad, magenta excited, white is scared, green means he’s jealous, he was green for a month when you were going out with jack Corner, if he’s confused it’s blonde, if it’s pink he’s in love. It’s normally like that after you’ve left…sweet eh!”
Un-known to James and Victoire, Fleur had finished telling him exactly how her baby girl should be treated and if he ever took advantage of her, he would have to answer to her and Bill at a full moon. After, this rather awkward and intimidating talk with his girlfriend’s mother, he turned his hair from a reddish white to sapphire blue and headed down the crooked staircase to meet Victoire, but stopped outside the living room, after hearing James and Victoire talking:
“……adorable!” cooed Victoire
“Yeah, yeah and if Teddy’s hair is mousey brown he’s nervous it’s normally like that before you come over.” Laughed James.
Outside Teddy’s hair turned bright orange, his mouth opened wide as he yelled “JAMES SIRIUS REMUS POTTER!”
“And if its bright orange he’s about to kill me! See ya!” finished James very hurriedly, sprinting behind the sofa. “YOU ARE DEAD POTTER!”
“DAD! YOUR GOD SON’S A SYCO WHO’S TRYING TO KILL ME NO REASON!” screamed James dodging the now wand less teddy’s punches, “NO REASON NO REASON! VICTOIRE GIVE ME BACK MY EFFING WAND!”
After hearing the yelling and James’s continued screams for help from his Dad, the rest of the Potter family ran to the living room finding Victoire separating Teddy from James holding three wands in her pale soft hands one of them emitting a shield charm between Teddy and James. Harry blinked in complete déjà vu from the forest of dean. “What have you don now James?” asked a bored Albus.
“ME! ME! LOOK AT TEDDY’S HAIR! BRIGHT ORANGE, WE ALL KNOW THAT MEANS HE’S BLOODY MAD!”
“IF YOU SAY ONE MORE THING ABOUT MY HAIR! I’LL, I’LL…”
“Do nothing,” said Harry finally recovering from his déjà vu, “Teddy, Victoire enjoy your party, you’re already late.”
“Thanks Harry,” said teddy calming his hair back to sapphire blue, “Don’t wait up!” he winked at his god father who grinned back remembering himself taking Ginny out for the 1st time.
“And what iz zat supposed to mean?” ordered Fleur, her arms folded, Teddy’s hair went scarlet. “I, I was, j-just kidding Mrs Weasley, you don’t have to give the talk again.” stammered Teddy, reminding Harry of being yelled at by Ron for “groping her up every time he had” on his seventeenth birthday…why was he in such a reminiscing mood today. “Juzt remember vhat I told you.”
“Y-yes I, I will.”
“Come on Teddy let’s go.” And teddy and Victoire exited the room and disapperated to Godric’s Hall, as soon as Teddy had adjusted his hair colour.
The second after their departure, Harry turned to face his eldest son, who grinned un-convincingly, his eyes darted to the door, seeing it blocked by his mother, sister, brother and aunt he slumped into the sofa, sighed and said “Go ahead.” Rather defeatedly.

A pop was barely heard over “A cauldron full of hot strong love.” Playing loudly out of Godric’s hall. Teddy and Victoire looked through the gently falling snow and found the hall, eliminated with real fairies, glittering multi-colours. Teddy was instantly reminded of James and his colour/mood talk with Victoire, who seemed to have read his thoughts or maybe his hair. “I think it’s sweet.” Teddy grimaced as his face turned red to match his hair. She reached out and grabbed his hand. Teddy’s grimace turned to a weak smile. Victoire, though wearing silver heels, had to go up on tip toes to kiss him. Snow was drifting softly to the floor of the square, and caught on Teddy’s ever changing hair, and on Victoire’s cascade of silvery blonde locks. As she moved closer, Teddy could see each snowflake attached to her eye lashes; she was so close he could count them.
Their lips met, Teddy’s eyes closed as passion embraced him, and he lost sight of the snowflakes. He removed his hand from Victoire’s and brushed her hair back pulling her closer toward him. He slipped his hand down from her high waist to her hips and then round to the small of her back. Victoire opened her moth in an inviting way, Teddy obliged stretching out his tongue, tracing the outline of her lips, and then tried stroking the roof of her mouth mirroring what she was doing.  Victoire’s knees buckled slightly and she snaked her arms around his broad chest. The song emitting from the hall ended as they broke apart.
“Merry Christmas,” whispered Victoire, looking into Teddy’s deep brown eyes through his now pink hair.
“Yeah,” muttered Teddy in a croaky voice, he cleared his throat, “Merry Christmas.”