The day that truly ended the war was the day Harry got to see his godson for the first time.
He was going to drop by Andromeda's house two weeks after the last battle, in which he had defeated the most evil wizard of all time. Harry knew he needed to do the mourning and help pick up the pieces Voldemort and his Death Eaters had left for the rest of the Wizarding world before he could move on with anything normal in his life.
Ron, of course, was still mourning the loss of his brother, though he wasn't nearly as depressed as George, for whom the whole Weasley family was deeply worried. Nevertheless, Ron had accompanied Hermione to Australia, where she was finding her parents and restoring their memories.
Harry smiled as he approached Andromeda's house, thinking about Ron and Hermione. They really did need some time away together after what he had witnessed in the midst of the last battle.
Harry knocked on the big wooden door that stood ominously before him. He was glad he was finally going to see Teddy Lupin in person. Plus, it really would be good for Andromeda if he could take Teddy off her hands from time to time. Though she hadn't fought in the war, she still had lost a husband and a daughter. Harry didn't even bother thinking of the death of her murderous sister; he was still too bitter.
The door opened and Harry was greeted by a weary-looking Andromeda. Her brown hair was struggling against her usually neat bun, but her eyes brightened at the sight of Harry.
"Oh, Harry!" she exclaimed. "I'm so glad you're here…Teddy's been driving me mad…I finally just got him down for a nap…Come see…"
She seemed extremely frazzled, and Harry wished he could take Teddy away right then and there.
She led Harry into Teddy's nursery, where the now one-year-old was sleeping. Harry looked over the crib's bars and couldn't help but smile.
Teddy's choice of hair color today was green, and his eyelashes flashed between yellow, orange, and purple in his sleep. Though he was a Metamorphmagus, Harry still recognized traits that he possessed that reminded him of Tonks and Lupin. He had Tonks' heart-shaped face, and Lupin's pale skin.
A sudden horrible thought struck Harry: What if Teddy was to become a werewolf like his father?
"Andromeda," said Harry. "Is it possible for Teddy to become…?"
Andromeda looked over at Harry and read the fear in his eyes. She considered him and shrugged. "It's possible. I'm taking him into St. Mungo's tomorrow and the Healers will perform a spell for them to tell if he'll grow up…normal." When Harry continued to feel worried, Andromeda patted him on the shoulder and said, "Harry, I wouldn't worry. It's a very rare thing, especially since werewolves usually don't breed."
Harry glanced back at his godson, then turned back to Andromeda. "Can I take him out later when he wakes up? Just for a little while," he assured Andromeda.
Andromeda considered him for a moment. "Alright. But he has to be back by eight, alright? He needs to get enough rest before St. Mungo's tomorrow."
Harry grinned and looked back at Teddy. He vaguely heard Andromeda say something about going to put on a pot of tea, but he wasn't fully listening.
"I promise you," said Harry to the sleeping child, "I'm going to be the proper godfather to you, just like mine was to me. You and me, we're going to make your parents proud. Nothing's going to happen to you while I'm around. You can count on that, Ted."