I've had this in mind for a while and as I was writting it, the hundred object idea occured to me. I don't know if I'll make it but I intend to try. I hope you enjoy it. Please Review :).

Dedicated to LNDcrazygirl.


A vase, graceful and curved, Venetian glass, delicate and purple fading to a clear base with a gold patterned rim. Beautiful yet marked with an old water line, the brown dregs hard at the base, long flower stems dry as dust with fragile petals brittle and wilted still filling it. It sat in the centre of his grandmother's sideboard. The only item never touched by duster or polish.

He'd asked about it when he was eight and his Grandmother burst into tears and refused to explain. He'd tried asking Harry but he just said "I never asked".

It took the perception of a fourteen year old to notice how her eyes slipped over it how she never looked at it for more than a moment at a time.

When he was sixteen he identified the flowers as bluebells, like the ones behind the house. His grandmother never looked at them either.

He was eighteen when he asked again. Andromeda again burst into tears but with shaking hands reached with her wand and drew a silvery stand from her forehead, dropping it into a bottle and demanding it's safe return before returning to her grief.

It took him three weeks to go to Harry and ask to borrow the pensive and two more to actually get up the courage to plunge in to the memory.

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He was standing in his Grandmother's kitchen, it was early evening. Standing by the sink was a woman who was, despite her comparative youth, unmistakably his Grandmother. The kitchen door swung open and he jumped. Through it came a young woman with bright turquoise hair, hair which matched that of the baby's in her arms. Teddy stumbled backwards in shock, his mother with him!While Harry had shown him endless, wonderful, heartbreaking memories of his parents none were with him for Harry had never witnessed that!

Shifting the baby, him, to one arm, his mother dropped a bundle of bluebells onto the table. Teddy noticed how careful her movements were, like she was terrified she would drop him and felt his lips twitch, remembering the numerous stories featuring her clumsiness and the resultant chaos. His grandmother half turned giving his mother a smile and reaching for the baby him, nodding to the bluebells laughingly saying "more bluebells, I'm surprised there's any left you've been picking those poor bluebells since you were tiny".

As his mother replied she reached the side board and he felt another jolt of surprise as she lifted a beautiful purple and gold Venetian glass vase from the side taking the slightly wilted flowers from it, discarding then and filling it with water with a flick of her wand. She reached for the bluebells and Andromeda, remarking again on the flowers, said "I'm surprised you found any good ones, we're nearly half way through May".

Teddy felt tears cascading down her cheeks, half way through May, this was the day that would end in the Battle of Hogwarts, and his as mother replaced the vase on the side this was her last day alive. As the kitchen door burst open and Remus Lupin walked through, kissing his wife's cheek, tickling his son and smiling at Andromeda. Teddy felt his heart break at the perfect family scene, no idea that within hours Remus would have run from the house begging Tonks to "Please, stay and look after Teddy, Please! I'll be ok". That Tonks would have followed dropping her baby, Teddy, him, into her mother's arms begging her to look after him. That neither of them would have returned.

Andromeda's tears made sense now. Every time she saw those wilted flowers she saw this scene and every time she saw the skeletal petals and long-dead stems she must remember how long they've been gone, her little girl and the man she loved. No wonder she cried knowing that her daughter would never fill the vase with vibrant colour, never return to her. How could she throw away the remains of those last bluebells, knowing that her baby would never replace them. How could bear to touch that vase knowing it should have been her daughter.

Teddy ripped himself from the memory, and as it faded collapsed to the floor of his flat, hands shaking, clutching at air like a child and wept. Wept for the loss of the mother and father he never got a chance to know, wept for the loss of his Grandmother's daughter, wept for the loss of innocence and the realisation of pain, wept for every broken survivor the tragedy's of that war left behind and wept for a Venetian glass vase that could never be beautiful again.