I am unbearably saddened by all of the deaths in Deathly Hallows. (Hah... deathly.. hallows… --;) I vent my feelings by writing fanfiction, especially short little drabbles like this. :

I do not own the magical world that is Harry Potter. That's JK Rowling.

Always Here With You

Teddy Lupin padded across his godfather Harry's living room after everyone else had gone to sleep. It was the evening of his seventeenth birthday, that celebrated day that marked his coming of age in the Wizarding World. With this day came the gratification to use magic outside of the walls of Hogwarts and the promise of being a seventh-year at the school.

Today, Teddy thoroughly had a great time in celeberation with his family - his breath hitched in his throat. They were not his family. Only his Gran Tonks was an actual blood relative in the people he considered family. As great as they all were, and as plentiful as the love was from Harry, Aunt Gin, Uncle Ron, Aunt Hermione, and all of the others, he couldn't help but feel that there was something amiss. Of course, Teddy knew exactly what it was as he sat down next to the corner hutch and opened the drawer.

Teddy pulled out the large photo album that belonged to his godfather. He knew that this particular collection had grown over the years, having originally been owned by Harry's late parents Lily and James. Harry was the only one who could truly relate to what Teddy was feeling at the moment, as he too had lost his parents early in life. Never really knew them, just like Teddy.

The boy carefully set the huge album on his lap, legs clad in the Chudley Cannon pajama pants that his Uncle Ron had given him as a gift. Teddy gently turned the heavy pages to a portion of the book near the end where he found just the snapshot he was looking for. He idly brushed his fingers over the photo of his mother Nymphadora holding a turqouise-haired baby Teddy and changing her nose into different animal snouts. Teddy chuckled softly even though he could not remember this, and he didn't stop the tears from flowing freely from his eyes. He didn't bother to wipe the strays that fell upon the plastic-covered pages. He had accepted long ago that his parents were forever gone before he even knew them, but that didn't stop the pain. The sadness that they would never be able to tell him how proud they were, to scold him if he did something wrong, or just be there to make great memories with. Teddy knew that nobody could ever fill those spots in his heart.

Nymphadora Lupin sat holding her seventeen year old son, unknown to him, as he looked at an old photo of them together. She tucked her wings a little closer around their bodies and attempted to wipe away his tears as she shed her own. She could not let him know how happy she was with the way he had grown-up wonderfully without her and his father Remus. Nymphadora looked forward to the day when they could share those moments together for eternity. Until then, she thought, I'll just have to watch him from afar.

With that, Dora whispered softly into Teddy's ear an ascended back to Heaven.

At the same time, Teddy could have sworn he had heard a soft voice sweeping by his ear promising him, "I'm always here with you."

Please look at the piece of fanart that inspired this short piece at my Deviantart:

www.yippiee. deviantart. com (without the spaces, because it was not working.)