I haven't written anything for a while, I think after all those exams I was sick and tired of putting pen to paper, and I don't like to type up a story straight off! This might be a little on the rubbish side as it's the first thing I've written in a while but I've got a longer multi-chap fic currently forming inside my head! I just needed this little idea out of the way first. :) I hope you enjoy it and please review, it would mean a lot!

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all the characters related to the series belong to one, amazing woman known to us as J.K Rowling. I am not J.K Rowling, I am just a very short auburn haired girl who borrowed her much adored characters to write a short non-profit story!

Much love always!

"Why do angels have wings?"

"Why do angels have wings?"

The soft voice of his seven year old godson floated into the room startling Harry. He spun on his heel, auror training and the war having provided him with a lightening speed reaction time, coming face to face with the small boy whose hair was currently a vibrant shade of turquoise.

As the boys imploring eyes gazed up at him Harry replied, "So they can fly."

Teddy screwed up his face as he contemplated his godfathers words.

"If they can fly then why can't they come and see us?" Teddy questioned innocently.

Harry sighed and brought up a hand to run through his unruly raven hair. This was a question Teddy had clearly been thinking about for some time and after the conversations and questions about his parents over the past few weeks, it was something Harry should have seen coming.

Teddy was an intelligent child and the truth about his parents had never been kept from him. He knew why and how they had died. It had never seemed to unsettle the young child and he seemed to have accepted that they were gone and would not be returning without too much trouble.

Until recently.

"You said my mum and dad died in the war." Teddy said simply, "I don't see why, if there in heaven with the angels, the angels couldn't bring them to see me..."

Kneeling down in front of his godson, Harry wrapped his arms around the boys small frame. He knew exactly how it felt to grow up without parents, and he had vowed to himself that this little boy would never have to face the things he did. His godson would not grow up without love, he would not grow up not knowing who his parents were and what had happened to them, and he would not be allowed to think, as he had thought all those years ago, that his parents had simply not wanted him.

"Teddy, one someone goes to live with the angels in heaven, then its impossible for them too ever come back..." He looked into the grey eyes of his godson, eyes which reminded him of the boys father every time he looked into them. "Heaven is far, far away from where we are. Angels can't fly that far."

Screwing up his face in thought once more Teddy gave his godfather a tiny smile.

"One day, when I go to live with the angels, will I find my mum and dad?"

Harry smiled back at the boy and placed his large hands on the boys shoulders gently.

"You can always find you parents Ted, right here..." He placed one of his hands on his godsons chest, on the exact spot his heart could be felt beating. "You might not be able to see them, or hear them, or touch them, but they are always there."

"Always?" His godson looked up at him, his eyes bright, swimming with unshed tears but a smile still gracing his face.

"Always." Harry said.