Here's the last one...sorry it's so short-it just finishes off the story, I suppose. I was considering writing one where Teddy tries to bring Remus and Tonks back anyways, but I've read a few like that and I wouldn't to take any ideas, so I don't think it will happen.
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Harry was waiting in the study when Teddy arrived, tears still trailing down his cheeks. He sank into a chair opposite his godfather and stared at the floor, trying desperately to check his emotions. Harry's hand on his shoulder only served to increase his tears; he sobbed silently for a few moments, shoulders shaking, mind filled with images of his father.
"I don't hate him," he finally said. His voice was hoarse and choked, and Harry's hand squeezed his shoulder tightly.
"I know. I don't think you ever did, Ted."
"No, I did." Teddy looked up, adamant, and scrubbed at his face. "I really did, Harry. I didn't understand him; everything I'd heard told me he was a loser, a coward, a nobody, and I really hated him. I wasn't proud of him; I was…I was glad he died, Harry. I was glad." He ducked his head, remembering his father's death and feeling his heart twist. "I was glad."
"And now?" Harry sat down on the desk in front of him, and Teddy looked up at his godfather and attempted a smile that was lost in a wave of fresh tears.
"I watched him die, Harry. I watched them die, and I just want them back…I wish….Merlin's Beard, I wish they hadn't died. They were my parents, Harry! And you're wonderful, you really are, but he was my dad. And I didn't even know him…"
"But you do now, Ted," Harry said softly. "You know him. And I'm only sorry I didn't do this years ago. I was wrong to keep him from you, Teddy. You have all rights to be angry with me."
"I'm not angry." Teddy wiped his face with his sleeve and took a deep breath. He glanced at the pensive, bluish thoughts swirling strangely in the dim light of the office. "Could I borrow this for a while?"
"Yes. We'll have to look into getting you one. I only chose the best ones; there are still dozens of them I collected. People couldn't stop giving them to me, once they found out what I was going to use them for. And Teddy…" Harry stood. "Now that you know, you can ask questions. You have a right. Ask anyone who knew him, and they'll tell you anything you want to know. I think your grandmother may have a few of his journals in the attic somewhere. And I've got pictures. Plenty of them. I asked your grandmother to make an album, and I think she may have it ready for you, along with a few letters from him to your mother, I think she said."
Teddy stood as well, a little overwhelmed, but feeling as if a deadweight was lifting that he hadn't even known he'd been carrying. "Thanks, Harry."
Harry looked a little concerned. "I know you miss them, Teddy. But just remember that death is irreversible. It's unconquerable in the sense that we can't bring people back. They're gone, Teddy, as much as it hurts to think about it. But they wouldn't want you to spend a lifetime wishing for something you can't have."
"I know." Teddy thrust his hands into his pockets. "I don't think they would have either." He flashed a brief smile. "I'll be good."
Harry pulled him into a hug. "I know you will. Your father would have been so proud." He pulled away and held Teddy at arms length to examine him. "You do look remarkably like him. When you're not morphing like your mother."
Teddy grinned. "I noticed."
Harry returned the grin, and then reached into his own pocket and withdrew a closed fist. He hesitated, and then held out his hand and dropped two small objects into Teddy's. Teddy closed his fist around them, knowing instantly what they were. He opened his hand to see two thin, silver wedding bands lying on his palm. One was slightly thicker and larger than the other, which had two tiny diamonds set into its smooth, polished surface. Teddy felt the lump in his throat returning as he rolled them around in his hand. It was as if they were a bit of his parents, he thought. Just like them in every way. He looked up at Harry and nodded awkwardly, not trusting himself to speak. Harry understood, and clasped Teddy in a hug again.
"Keep them; you can give your mother's to your wife someday. You can wear your father's now if you'd like, or wait until your wedding day. But he'd have wanted you to have them."
"Thanks," Teddy managed, and he slipped them both into his pocket. Harry gripped his arm and turned to leave the study. Teddy followed, and took a last glance at the pensive before closing the door behind him.
Tomorrow he would begin to ask. He'd pay a visit to Grandma and Grandpa Weasley, his surrogate aunts and uncles…maybe he'd take a trip over to Kingsley's office at the Ministry or check out the library for books that might mention his parents. Hermione would know of some. He'd get the album and journals from his Gran now, he thought, and maybe spend a few hours more with his father.
His father. Remus Lupin.
Teddy allowed himself a grin and clenched his hand over the rings in his pocket.
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