“How did we get here?”

Harry looked up, startled. “What?”

Ginny, who had been contemplating the ceiling with a concerned look in her bright brown eyes, turned to her husband and repeated her question. “How did we get to,” she waved her hands to indicate the rest of the room, “this place?”

“The Gryffindor common room, d’you mean? Well, you see those stairs-”

“Nonono, I mean this…afterlife of sorts.”

“Oh, well…I s’pose we finally kicked it and ended up were all dead people go.” He shrugged, “I dunno. I never really gave it much thought beyond that.”

“Well, I’ve just been thinking, and…” she shrugged her shoulders, “I haven’t a clue how we…died.”

“Jeez, Gin. Way to be depressing.” Harry and Ginny turned around from their seats on the floor to find the late-great-James Potter standing behind them, grinning mischievously. He and Ginny had become fast friends, despite the fact that he was her father-in-law.

Ginny, however, was not in a joking mood. “I just can’t figure out how we died. I mean, it’s a little strange that all four of us died at exactly the same time. I mean, all I can remember is like…pink jello…” (A/N: Sorry, I just had to put in a High School Musical reference. It’s adlib from the first Drama class scene-thing. Troy’s sitting on a desk, talking to some other guy, and he’s like, “I don’t know, all I can remember is like…pink jello…” It’s totally in the movie. It’s hilarious.)

“Really?” said Harry, trying not to crack up, “Pink jello?”

“No, you moron, I only said that so that the author would have something funny to write and to build up suspense for the actual plot,” said Ginny sarcastically. “YES, PINK JELLO!” She smacked him upside the head.

“OW! Wad’dya have’t smack me upside the head for?”

“You were completely asking for it, mister-”

“Actually, I wasn’t. I didn’t just say, ‘Oh Gin, please pleasePLEASE smack me upside the head! It would be ever so delightful!’-”

“Oh, shut it mister ‘Savior of the wizarding race, I don’t give a crap. I’M YOUR WIFE, YOU SHOULD HAVE JUST TRUSTED ME WHEN I TOLD YOU THAT THE LAST MERLIN-DAMNED THING I SAW WAS SOME F-(CENSORED)-N' PINK JELLO!!”

Harry had long since stopped talking, and was staring with wide eyes at Ginny, probably thinking about how her towering over him, panting with a manic gleam in her eyes, barely visible through her mussed up hair…was extremely sexy.

Ginny noticed the staring, let out one last shout of, “WHAT?,” before Harry got, up grabbed her, and said, “You’re extremely sexy when you’re this angry at me.”

Ginny looked at him like he was crazy and said, “Yew wanna get ate’n, boy?”

Harry looked at her cockily, quickly replied, “Yes, ma’am!” and dragged her upstairs.

James watched for a few more seconds, looking like he was going to explode. And then he did. Rolling on the floor, He laughed like a hyena, gasping for breath and yelling, “SIRIUS! SIRIUS! REMUS! GET DOWN HERE NOW!”

Just as he was sitting up, gulping air, Sirius raced down, looking like a small child at Christmas. “Did somebody new come?! I wanna meet ’em, I wanna meet ‘em!”

“Nooo –snort- hahahaha…” James fell over again.

“Whaaa? Okay, James, where’d you get that crack, and where can I get some?”

James stopped laughing for a second, sat up, and looked at Sirius. He stayed like that for a full minute, then fell over, LHAOing again. (A/N: Hells yeah, it’s a word. Shaddup. Shun the non-believers! Shuuuuuuuunnnnn!) (If you have no idea where that came from, well, then…I don’t REALLY pity you.)

Later that day, everybody (and by ‘everybody’, I mean the main characters and their family) once again sat down in front of the TV. They didn’t even notice as a small Whoosh! and a PLOP! behind them as a teenager-ish aged man fell right on his arse. Ginny thought, “Damn, a slushie would be really good right now,” and turned around to go the kitchen. She took one look at the man, taking in his multi-color hair and doing a double take. “ZOMGTEDDY?!”

Whipping their heads around at Ginny’s scream, Harry, Ron, and Hermione bolted over the couch yelling, “TEDDYZOMG!! (WH)Y(A)R(E)(YO)UDEAD?!”

Teddy had just stood up and was dusting himself off when he looked up and grinned. “Woah! So I am dead. Bitchin’.” He would have said more, but Ginny and Hermione then launched themselves at him, throwing him back on the ground. Teddy couldn’t breathe, couldn’t hear anything but the fan-gasming of Ginny and Hermione as they cried and squished him and-

Suddenly there was air! He could breathe! All was silent as his eyes popped open and he sat up once more. The only thing he could hear was a woman’s voice, which he faintly remembered from somewhere…

“Wotcher, Harry. You might wanter look after this one. She’s a freakin’ tiger, she is…You, too, Ron. Hermione, I thought you might have the decency not to do that…but…”

Teddy looked up. All he could see was the back of a pair of long, lean legs. Looking up, he saw the rest of a woman. Except, her hair was pink…?

She turned around. “Now who’s all this hubub about?” She squatted down in front of him and studied his face before breaking into a grin. “Teddy…” she whispered, eyes positively glowing. She turned around after a second and beckoned to a shabby-looking man behind her. “Remus, come’ere! Look! It’s Teddy!”

Teddy had a small epiphany. Remus…that was his dad’s name…his mum was a metamorphagus, which would explain the pink hair…and they were both dead. And now, so was he. He really should have listened to Victoire, he told himself, She told me not to take over the Auror department after Harry died, but nooooo, I just HAD to go do it and get myself killed…

Teddy was interrupted from his reverie by a man pulling him to his feet. “Hi, Teddy, I’m…I’m Remus. I’m…your father.” (Lol, “Teddy, I am your father.” “Noooooo!” …Hehe, Star Wars jokes…)

Teddy stared in shock, nearly falling over once more. “Whaaaaaat?” he stated tactfully. His hair turned a myriad of colors in his confusion, then slowing down, and finally settling back on turquoise as he turned to Harry for confirmation. Harry, grinning broadly, nodded briefly.

Teddy turned back to the odd couple, newly crowned his parents (in his mind, at least). “Wotcher there, Teddy. Don’t wan’ ter get whiplash, now that you’re dead, and all.” He smiled at his mum. He grinned broadly. “How ‘bout we blow this Popsicle stand, let’s get some lunch. Just the three of us?”

“Sure, mum. Woah, that feels awesome to say that-”

“I KNOW! Right??” Harry was suddenly behind him. He jumped about a foot in the air. Harry merely smirked. “Go have some fun, Ted. You deserve it.”

And so, the three Lupins made their way down to the common room entrance. All the main characters were teary-eyed, except…

“Who the hell was that, and what the bloody hell was up with his hair?” Harry turned and looked at his father.

“Dad, that was Teddy Lupin. Tonks and Remus’ son. MY godson.”

“Hey HEY! So, you finally got one’a your own then, Harry?” Sirius butted in. “Damn, why didn’t Mooney tell US, his best friends, that he had a kid? And it looked like he had him for a while, too-”

“Oh, shut up, Sirius.” Lily rolled her eyes. “You know just as well as the rest of us what happened to Teddy, so you can just stuff your stupid comments up your-”

“WHO WANTS ME TO KNIT THEM A SWEATER, EH?”

(A/N: Sorry, it was getting a little hectic there, thank god for Molly Weasley.

Gawd, do you know how hard it is to write Tonks? I hope she didn’t end up sounding like Hagrid…

Yay! This was a three pager! Well, two and a half and a half page author’s note, but still. I’m immensely proud of myself.

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Woah, not even half a page for the A/N. Good job, me!)