The little boy with the wildly curly brown hair and soft chocolate coloured eyes, so much like his fathers, stood before Harry and asked a question that, without a doubt, broke his heart. "Hawy, where's mum and dad?"
What possible way could he respond to that. Tears sprung to my eyes immediately. I knew my husband felt his past and his loss that he had been too young to remember. I knew he hated that Voldemort had taken the parents of another child because he knew how much it hurt first hand.
Harry wiped under his eye, I couldn't be sure if it was simply a gesture or to stop his own tears. "Well Teddy, you know of the war with the very bad man Voldemort?" Teddy shook his head yes, we understood that he knew the gist of it but he was too small for the whole thing and in our eyes, would always be.
"Your mum and dad fought him but he-" Harry stopped. How could you possibly explain that his parents had been killed? That never would they tuck him into bed and kiss him good night. Never would they send him off to Hogwarts. Never would his mum be there for his bad dreams or the mean kids that hurt him. And never would his dad be there to show him how to ask out his first girlfriend. His parents will never be there for the celebrations. And he will be reminded of that every time a note comes in asking his friends about their lives.
Harry knelt down and took Teddy's hands. "Well Teddy, if you've heard of Voldemort than you have surely heard of Dumbledore?"
Teddy shook his head again, this time with a smile. Everyone knew of Dumbledore, an undisputed hero.
"Then Teddy your parents are, and will forever be, with him. They will forever be heroes."
Teddy shook his head but how can you be sure a six year old truly grasps the fact that their parents are dead.
And the statement that shocked us all, "so, they aren't coming back for me?"
Harry pulled him in for a hug, now I was sure he was crying. My husband, Harry Potter, a man nearly killed by the most evil being, betrayed more times than can be counted and orphaned just after his first birthday, was brought to tears by the young boy who will suffer the same loneliness as he did himself. "No Teddy, they aren't coming back. But it is not because of you, it is because of Voldemort."
Standing a little ways back I could see the solitary tear slip from Teddy Lupin's eye. In that moment I promised myself that never would this boy cry over it again. I, Ginny Potter, would make sure of it.
Hope you enjoyed, my New Year resolution last year was a job and 5 Fanfiction stories and so here I am. Thanks guys :) I had wanted to wait to add this story until I had finished all the ones for this idea but time has just about ran out but that's alright.