The Great Hall was fuller than Harry had ever seen it during his six years at Hogwarts. Black ribbons encased everyone in the room, and a large banner hung in the front. So many pictures hung on the banner. Pictures of the fallen. This was a memorial for some, a funeral for others. Many caskets were lined on the edge of the hall, a dozen or so chairs placed before each. Harry felt his feet begin to move down the aisles.

The first casket he stopped at was of a small, blond haired boy. There were five Creevy's sitting before him, and his little brother was standing at the casket, stroking Colin's camera that hung around his neck.

The second was a double casket, which he assumed were given to married couples. Two people were standing in front of it. Well, an woman and a baby. Teddy was sporting mousy brown hair that mimicked his fathers, and was fighting at his grandmother, clearly wanting to be in his mother's arms. Harry walked up to the casket and looked in. He felt tears stinging at his throat. Remus and Tonks were laying side by side, a peaceful look upon their faces. Their fingers hand been intertwined.

So many people had been lost in the final battle. But Voldemort had finally fallen. The prophecy had been fullfilled and the world could rest. He was brought from his thoughts when he felt a small hand tugging at his shirt. Tonks' mother silently handed the baby over to Harry, a soft smile on her lips.

"He hasn't been able to sleep." she said softly. "Remus had a song he always sang to him, and now he can't sleep."

"You need rest." Harry told her. "Let me watch him for awhile."

"Thank you."

Harry felt Teddy nestling his head into Harry's shoulder. He kept walking until he saw the casket with the most people present. Many of the red haired faces turned to look at Harry as he walked up. He had planned on staying toward the back, for it seemed more of a family affair, until he heard Mrs. Weasley. "There you are Harry."

She pulled him into a hug, being careful not to frighten the baby. Harry saw George standing at the head of the casket. Him and Fred had always been causing mayhem together, and now Harry could see the loss in his face. Harry backed away from the mourners. The one family that had treated him as their own had lost someone because of his war, and he wanted to respect their privacy.

He took Teddy outside into the sunlight, and the baby cooed. Harry walked over to the edge of the lake and sat down under a familiar tree, sitting the baby up on his lap. "Your father was a great man. He may have had a wolfish side, but he was one of the most honorable people I've ever met."

"He will have a great father." said a soft voice. "A great god father."

Ginny sat herself in the grass next to him. "Why'd you leave? No one blames you Harry. They all knew what they were getting into when they began to fight."

"I know." Harry said, looking out at the water. Teddy crawled back up to Harry's shoulder, wanting to be held. Harry obliged.

"You look very natural holding a child." Ginny commented. "Harry look at me."

Harry brought his emerald eyes up to meet Ginny's. "Yes."

She took his hand, leaned up and whispered in his ear. "The babies sleeping."

When she pulled away, Harry leaned forward and caught her lips.