Sunday, January 8, 2012

009. In his third year, Teddy got into a fight with a Slytherin boy.

The boy had made a snide comment about how his filthy werewolf father had deserved to die and Teddy, the boy who practiced his spells every weekend, forgot his wand completely and ran at the other boy, knocking him flat to the ground and hitting him hard in the face until a professor had to drag him away.

When Harry heard the news, he couldn’t help but smile. Perhaps Teddy was like his father after all. He would have fought, thought Harry to himself. He would have died for it, just like his parents.

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