A/N If this is like another fanfic, that's because I read it and it stuck in my brain and months later I'm writing one inspired by it. It's set after Deathly Hallows but before "Nineteen Years Later".
When Teddy Lupin was 10 years old, his godfather, Harry Potter, took him to the Ministry of Magic. This was not for any official reason, but rather a very personal one.
He had been told about his parents, seen photos, but he needed to know that they were truly respected, that their loss was acknowledged.
And so they stood in the Ministry Atrium, looking up at the memorial, where a fountain had once been. It was hexagonal, each side 2 foot wide and it stood 8 foot tall. On it were the names of those who had died in both wars against Voldemort. Several names would appear, remain for a few minutes, then disappear only to be replaced by the next few in the alphabetical list. Most had a picture- a Muggle style, non-moving picture, but a picture nonetheless.
Inscribed across the top of each side were the words 'We Will Remember Them'. As they stood there, a section of the Ds came up. Teddy saw his godfather look to a name- part way down the list it said 'Dobby, a free elf'. Someone Harry had known, he assumed.
He was still watching when Harry went to the handprints that lay pressed into the stone on three sides. He lay his hand over it and spoke a single word- "Lupin".
He stepped back to look and Teddy saw a section f the Ls appear. At the bottom of the list were two names: 'Lupin, Nymphadora' and 'Lupin, Remus John'. He drank in the names and stared at the pictures.
"Mum, Dad."
Harry stepped back to the memorial and said another name- "Potter". He then said something else that Teddy didn't catch but he soon knew the gist as only four names were shown. Those of his parents remained and two others- 'Potter, Lily' and 'Potter, James'.
He felt a hand on his shoulder, looked up to meet his godfather's gaze. Two pairs of eyes met, one green and one brown, both shining with tears.
Then, together, they turned to look at the memorial, feeling the loss of parents they had never known.