This was originally going to be a one shot, but now I am uncertain of how much I will add to it. Will definitely include Wolfstar. Likely to be a two shot.

A warm energy radiated through Remus' body, his eyes squinting at the blinding light that suddenly surrounded him. He had expected to feel pain as the green light had blasted towards him, yet it was suddenly as if he now couldn't remember what pain was. In that moment he felt as though he could jump off of a cliff and it would feel as if he'd dived into a pile of pillows. That was stupid though, that would kill him - the only way he could do that would be if he were already...

Remus sat up, the light warming around him. He was sitting in the middle of a field outside of Hogwarts, under the tree that he sat under during his time as a student. He looked to his left, into the eyes of a beautiful pink haired woman who was looking at the field around them as well. Though she looked even younger than she had just a minute ago, Remus realized that the woman was his own wife.

"Teddy."

Nymphadora's voice was full of panic as she too realized what must have happened. Her brown eyes darted to meet his, and he could see tears welling up within them. Why had Teddy not been his first thought, he wondered. His darling baby boy, at Dora's mother's home, laying in his crib, not aware that he would never see his mother and father again. Remus thought back to Harry. How alike their stories were. Harry was Teddy's God Father, he'd surely care for him as Sirius had him. But what if he didn't make it either? Well then Teddy still had his Grandmother. Mrs Tonks was nothing like the Dursley's had been, so there was no way he'd be leaving Teddy to be brought up in an abusive household like Harry had. Remus pressed his hand to his face, his gut turning with guilt, with a great pining for his child who he would never get to see grow up. It was then that Remus realized that the scars he had had since he was a child had now vanished, leaving his face smooth and unblemished; he felt even more guilty about how happy this made him feel.

"You two fought very bravely."

Turning his attention back to their surroundings, Remus saw the figure of Albus Dumbledore traipsing over to them. He did not look younger, Remus thought, but then again how much did you really age after hitting the age of one hundred. Remus realized now that Dora had gotten to her feet, and thinking that it could be seen as rude to not do the same, followed.

"Dumbledore, our son!"

Nymphadora's voice sounded as if she was pleading with Dumbledore, strands of brown mousy hair puncturing against the pink.

"Your son will be fine, Nymphadora. He'll have many people looking out for him, and they'll be able to tell him of the sacrifices you two have made."

"Will he be like me?"

The words were out before Remus could stop himself.

"I mean, he's days old, he hasn't even seen his first full moon."

"He's a Metamorphmagus, and no more."

Dumbledore's mouth stretched into a knowing smile. He had of course known of Remus' condition ever since he was a child himself. The school had to make special allowances for him to be able to attend, after all. Nymphadora was smiling too, but only a few strands of pink remained in her hair.

"Dumbledore, please, is there no way I could go back? Make sure he's safe, make sure he's happy."

"There is no way to bring back the dead, Nymphadora, I trust you know that."

The pink strands in her hair vanished completely.

"But there is one way. A way you could keep an eye on him, at least after his eleventh birthday."

Silence. Remus knew what Dumbledore meant, and it was obvious that Dora did as well. Nearly Headless Nick could often be found hanging around the Gryffindor table in the common room, and Nymphadora would likely be familiar with the Fat Friar, Hufflepuff's ghost. To Remus the idea of living as a soul without a body was almost as bad as living as a body without a soul. He had never understood why anybody would -

"I'll do it."

Remus' attention turned towards his wife. She had a stern expression on her face, one that she wore when they would argue, one that always told him that he would not be winning that argument.

"But Dora -"

"But nothing, Remus."

She looked to him, her eyes swimming with tears.

"I need to be there for our son, Remus. Besides you already have somebody waiting for you in the afterlife."

Remus opened his mouth to protest, but no words came out. Instead the face of Sirius Black flashed across his mind.

"I know, Remus. I know how much you love him. I know that you loved me too, but it was never the same. Nothing could ever replace what you and him had - have - and it would be selfish of me to force you -"

"You wouldn't be forcing me to do anything!"

"Yes, I would. You worry about your happiness, Remus. I'll make sure our little boy stays safe."

She reached out and took Dumbledore's hand.

"And are you two quite sure of your decisions? You understand that there's no turning back."

Nymphadora smiled a sad but true smile at Remus, nodding.

"Go find him, Remus. He'll be so happy to see you."

Then she and Dumbledore vanished, and the field around him began to lose focus. He closed his eyes, a single tear leaking out and streaming down his cheek.

"Look after him for me, Dora."