Teddy Lupin can scarcely believe his luck. He had somehow managed to get through the garden without being seen by his grandmother, and was now standing in the garage giving his new favorite possession an appraising look. Why Harry had given him something so inherently cool he doesn’t know, but the motorbike - vintage, enchanted, stickered up the side - is so delightful he almost doesn’t -
“Teddy!” His grandmother’s voice says from the top of the stairs. Are you knutting kidding. Well, goodbye motorbike. It was fun while it lasted, old friend. “Where did you get that?’
…if Teddy didn’t know better, he would think that Andromeda doesn’t sound angry. Her voice sounds rather…joyful?
“Harry gave it to me,” he answers, cautious. “You’re not mad?”
“Of course I’m not mad that he’s giving you your grandfather’s things. Where did he get that?” Andromeda descends the stairs, looking at the motorbike almost fondly.
Teddy feels as though he’s fallen through the looking glass. “Wait. This was grandfather’s? I thought it belonged to Sirius.”
She smiles. “It was. He passed off to Sirius when your mother was born, darling. Wait. Harry didn’t know that? Why’d he give it you, then?”
There it is. Teddy takes a breath, ready to defend his right to the motorbike. As a teenager, he’s only supposed to do some dangerous things, right?
He doesn’t even get the words out before his grandmother’s face turns red. “DID HE GIVE IT TO YOU TO RIDE?”
He knew it wouldn’t last. Maybe he’ll get to ride it when she leaves to yell at his godfather. He’ll capitalize on all the family history he can get.