Another Harry Potter Fic! I am going mad!
not JKR.
I listen.
I listen to Harry tell stories.
Usually on clear crisp evenings.
Dark dreary nights he gets called to work.
For the longest time I stayed with my grandmother.
But she was old.
No, not old, worn down.
She died when I was seven.
After that I moved in with my god-father.
Harry Potter.
It's strange,
He is so alive on the dark nights.
When he grabs his cloak
and broom
And go after the bad guys.
It's on the cheerful nights when he is down.
He would take a swig of fire whiskey and begin telling me stories.
His own children safely in bed.
He begins to talk about my parents,
He calls them Professor Lupin and Tonks.
My grandmum called them Remus and Nymphodora.
My dad was like a dad to him
So I am told.
I'm also told that I look like my mother
Except I have my fathers nose.
(That's because I put it there.)
He tells me how smart and talented they were.
Then he gives me a chocolate.
Just one piece.
I can't wait until I'm old enough to go to school.
I want to be the best at what I can do.
Just like my parents.
I know some one will ask, Teddy is between eight and ten here.
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