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I wrote this when I was ten. TEN YEARS OLD. I've been shipping Lily/Teddy since the 5th grade.
Fuck, I'm such a loser. Anyway, this kind of doesn't make sense and also the ages are all off and it's overall just odd. But like I said, I was ten. I also thought I was going to marry Aaron Carter and get my Hogwarts letter on my next birthday.
I look out the window, and watch the snowflakes fall. It was near Christmastime, only a few weeks off. And then, there'll be the Snow Ball, a tradition they'd just started around my second year. It's my seventh year now, and I still couldn't find that special girl. But I've got my family. Albus, James, Lily, Rosie, and Hugo. Lily and Hugo are in their second years, Albus and Rose in their fourth, and James in his sixth.
"Ugh…Ted, what's the deal? You're up so early today." James groaned, rubbing his eyes.
"James, it's 10:00."
"Oh crap, I missed my first class already?"
He ran to the bathroom, knocking over Austin Longbottom, the son of Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood. Well, that's the advantage of having 2 free periods in the morning. Being a metamorphagus has possibilities, especially when you can turn yourself into the hottest dude since Lockhart.
My alarm rang, and I had 20 minutes to get ready for my next class. That may not seem like a while, but trust me, it is. I change my hair into curly blonde locks, just like Tom Sawyer, and grab my books.
"Oi! Joey!" I screeched out.
Joey Macmillan is my best friend. He was the son of Hannah Abott and Ernie Macmillan, and he's the best.
"Joe, we're going to be late."
"Merlin's pants!" He yelped, reaching out blindly to put on his robes, and fell out of his four poster bed, nearly landing on the pile of owl droppings that had acquired while we were trying to teach Theseus, his pet owl, to poo in a small muggle litter box for a bet with Scorpius Malfoy. Unfortunately, we lost a couple sickles…
"Joey, it's nearly 11 o'clock. We're going to be late for Transfiguration. We're learning about Aparating today, and I don't wanna miss it!" I kick him lightly, and he groaned. I kick him harder, this time where it really hurts.
"Yipes! Watch where you aim that foot, Teddy! Besides, who cares? Let's play hooky!" Joey whined.
"If you sleep through Transfiguration, Professor Creevey will make you stay in for lunch." I remind him.
"Coming!" He sang, and jumped out of bed merrily.
I shake my head and we cast hexes at each other, laughing until I nearly trip down the stairs. On the ground, still giggling slightly, I feel throbbing pain everywhere. I stare up into the heavens and see the most beautiful face I've ever seen.
The face of an angel.