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Summary: Memories are powerful. They bring us laughter, joy, sadness, pain, and so many other countless emotions. Young Teddy Lupin doesn't have any memories of his parents. Yet. Luckily, his mother had a plan to help change this.
Tonks knew as she entered the Battle of Hogwarts, the chances of surviving were slim. She hoped that she'd fight and live, as she's done countless times in past battles. There was always this gut feeling nagging at her, whispering she would not make it through. Poor, dear baby Teddy. He'd have to grow up with a mother—and possibly without a father, too—and that thought broke her heart into tiny shards of broken pieces. So, she started to make a plan.
The thought of her own father's recent death pained her deeply. She couldn't imagine what it would be like to grow up without any parents. That situation might become exactly what her son has to go through after the battle is over, and it made Tonks' heart shatter and break. She didn't want to go; she didn't want to leave her son alone. But being an Order member, she had a duty here to fight. The Light side needed as much allies as they could get, and Tonks knew this. She simply just had to fight—not only for herself or for the future of her infant son, but for the countless number of people whose lives were lost by the hand of Voldemort or his followers. She had to avenge them, even thought she didn't know most of them. Someone had to do it.
But sweet, poor Teddy would be left without a mother. And if Tonks knew Remus—which she did very well, as she is his wife, after all—she knew he would not pass up the opportunity to offer his own services. Another nagging feeling bit into her, saying that Remus would not survive either. The death of her and her husband were inevitable, this much Tonks knew.
But she'd be damned if her little boy, her little Teddy Bear, would grow up completely without a memory of his parents.
Tonks grabbed a piece of parchment and began scribbling away. The letter was addressed to one Mr. Harry Potter, her baby's godfather, and the one she was absolutely certain she could trust to help her with her plan. Harry was the most important factor in the battle. He had to be there, had to be the one to defeat Voldemort. And just like Tonks' feeling that told her that her and Remus would not survive; she got the feeling that Harry definitely would. There was no worry that he would not be able to fulfill her plan.
After a few minutes of carefully wording her note, she sealed it with magic, a magic that would not deliver the letter until after she and Remus had passed away and after the final battle ended. Harry would receive the letter than, and the plan would unfold.
Harry lay in his four-poster bed in Gryffindor tower, completely and utterly wore out—physically, mentally, and emotionally. After finally defeating Voldemort once and for all, one would think Harry would be ecstatic. But he was not. No, instead, Harry was befuddled.
He had awoken an hour ago after some much needed sleep after defeating Voldemort. Next to him lay a letter in what looked like a woman's handwriting. He'd opened and read it, instantly realizing it was from the now late Tonks. The thought had brought tears to his eyes, and the memory flooding back to him of seeing both Tonks and Remus lying side by side on the floor of the Great Hall, dead.
The letter wasn't very cheery either.
He'd read it over and over again at least three hundred times, wondering just what he was supposed to do with this information. It had asked of one thing—Tonks' dying wish—and that was for Harry to share the contents left in the envelope the letter came in with Teddy as he got older. Inside the envelope were vials of memories, many of them, both from Tonks' and Remus' minds. They were good memories, happy memories, things that would show just the kind of people they were as children, teenagers, young adults, and finally as parents.
The only other thing Tonks had asked was to make sure Teddy knew that his parents may not be alive, but they loved him and always will. They did not leave him on purpose. But in the case that they did pass on, Tonks made sure that her only son would not grow up without knowing who his parents were and what they were like. You're the only one I know who knows what it's like to grow up without parents, the letter had read. Tonks was right, he was the only one. And he also knew what it was like to grow up without knowing what his parents were really like—to be lied about them, and never allowed to mention them. He knew, and he didn't want that same thing for his godson.
"I will," he spoke to no one in particular. "I'll share it with him. You can count on me, Tonks."
Suddenly, a ray of sunshine struck through the window, blinding him. It was in that moment he knew she'd heard him.
A/N: So, what do you think so far? Sound interesting? Too overdone? Remember, this is just the prologue! It will get better, I promise! This is my first multi-chapter story so bear with me! The next chapter will probably be longer, just so you know.