Author's Note: This is a short story, it will only be a few chapters long, that I have thought about but never fully formed (until now).
Chapter One: The Lamp.
It was a rainy day in April; the clouds lingered in the sky like bad dreams. Teddy had reached his 21st Birthday but he couldn't help but feel as if it was just another day. He was an unspeakable, and as such he could not speak of his job, it felt quite lonely sometimes. All of his coworkers were many years his senior and treated him as if he were a small child, often dismissing him and all he did. To most, he was just a piece of his father and a piece of his mother, a constant reminder of them and nothing more.
Teddy often wondered about his father and mother. And although people - especially Harry - were more than willing to answer any questions he had, there were some things he could not be given the answers to by anyone... anyone but his parents. Some things he could not be told by anyone else: there were some things no one else could know. Some moments he longed to share with his parents. Some things, some things he could never have.
He thought back to his school years. Teddy had found himself sneaking away from the castle on a regular basis; he would sit in an abandoned bedroom (located inside of the Shrieking Shack). Every month he would take himself there and sit before the mirror. Every month he would examine the photo album Harry had given him for his 11th birthday. And, every month, he would strain himself greatly, in an attempt to imitate his father's likeness. All he wanted was to be closer to his parents, but, he never would be. Teddy often found himself crying into the early hours of the morning on such nights; he felt greatly shameful at the thought of his parents watching him act so pitifully weak.
These thoughts returned to him again when he opened his only assignment for the day:
Dear Edward Lupin,
The parcel this letter was delivered with contains a very powerful and ancient artifact. The nature of such an artifact poses a great danger to both muggles and wizards alike. You are instructed to dispose of said 'wishing lamp' immediately.
Yours sincerely, Arthur Weasley.
Head of The Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office.
Teddy sighed. The number of dangerous muggle artifacts discovered to have magical properties had skyrocketed after the war. Each day, the artifacts became increasingly ridiculous and increasingly dangerous. Never had Teddy heard of any such artifact being sent to an Unspeakable for its disposal. Never had Teddy heard of any magic that could grant wishes either.
'No! I cannot do that! I would certainly lose my job!', his brain reasoned.
However, his heart offered an argument that was equally compelling, 'Would it not be worth it? No job could possibly be as valuable as family".
"Do I want to end up in Azkaban?", his brain was trying to scare his heart into conceding.
"One day with my parents would give me a lifetime of happiness; no dementor could suck that happiness out of me, try as they might", with that he knew his head had given into his heart's deepest desire.
He carefully removed the lamp from its box. The ornate lamp was inscribed with runes that Teddy could not decipher.
Teddy grasped the lamp, summoning all of his courage, "I wish I could meet my parents, even for just a day".
Author's Note: This was a bit different to what I usually write; I hope you enjoyed it, and tell me what you thought.