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Teddy Lupin stopped in front of a mirror, gazing at his reflection. His hair was black as fresh ink this morning, arrayed in a sweeping, untidy style that Molly Weasley called "disreputable", but he preferred to think of as artfully scruffy. Unfortunately, even his Metamorphmagus powers could not change the fact that he was naturally fine-boned, but anyone who assumed he was delicate only had to make violent contact of one of his fists to think otherwise. Luckily his light body was the ideal build for a Seeker, and he had played for Gryffindor so excellently that the teasing had eventually petered out. Other than this weakness (as he saw it), all of his physical features were open to change, and he frequently switched them simply for the fun of watching his friends' bemusement. The only thing that he refused to change were his eyes. They were a light, warm brown, with a wash of honey that seemed to show into the heart beneath. The reason for this reluctance to change this lay tucked into his deepest pocket.
It was an old photograph, a bit ragged about the edges, but otherwise clear as day. In it were a man and a woman, smiling and waving, each with their free arm around the other. The woman was young, petite, and lively, with a headful of spiky hair in a shocking shade of pink. Happiness leaked from her dark eyes and amusement lurked in the corners of her rosy mouth. Her companion, however, was older, with thick light brown hair streaked with gray, and a gentle, lined face lit with the same honey brown eyes shared by the photograph's owner.
Teddy turned away from the mirror, pulling the photo from his inside pocket and looking at it as he had done countless times before. His mother and father looked back at him, dead by the time he was a few months old. There was a joke among Teddy's friends that he had more parents than anyone, what with all of the family friends who had claimed that position in his life. But despite them, he could not help but to wish for his real ones, even though their deaths had belonged to heroes. No son could be prouder, nor more understanding of this fact. His godfather told him repeatedly that they had done what was necessary. Teddy promised himself that he too would do what was necessary to make the world a better place, and in that he knew his parents would be proud as well.