Walking along the dusky, dirt streets of Devonshire on this nippy autumnal night now, however, Harry shook his head free of these brooding thoughts. He refused to spoil the occasion for his little godson, already on his second Halloween at eighteen months old. Teddy was skipping just a few paces ahead, his hands held aloft and between both his grandmother and godmother; the lad was dressed as a Hungarain Horntail. The costume made a flashier statement still when Harry recalled how it was homemade; Audrey and Andromeda both happened to share a love of sewing as a pastime and had conspired together to create the piece for the little boy. The Chosen One now tried to think back to All Hallow's Eve last autumn, which would have been Teddy's first. Bother it if he couldn't remember what his own godson had worn, though he had been scarcely six months at the time of that trick-or-treating, almost too little to partake in it. Teddy's grandmother had needed to carry him everywhere.... Maybe he had gone as a ghost.