"I think Teddy needs some help."

"What?" Harry murmured, his eyes never leaving The Daily Prophet's latest Quidditch statistics.

"Well, it's just that if he wants to get Victoire to fancy him…I don't think that dipping her hair in colour-changing ink is going to do much good," Ginny pointed out, smirking when Harry finally looked up in alarm.

"Oi! I'd rather not have to face a furious Auntie Fleur later on, thanks," Harry called over to his twelve-year-old godson.

"I'll teach him all the very best Potter tricks later, don't you worry," Harry promised his wife, winking.

Ginny just snorted.