"Gramma, where is my mummy and daddy?" Was the first question Theodore Lupin remembers asking, and he remembers her answer just as well.

"Ah, I was afraid this might come up soon…" She said in her Irish accent, lifting the little one up and plopping him on her lap, rocking back and forth. She stared at a spot on the ceiling while they rocked. Teddy looked in the direction she was staring, but saw nothing interesting enough.

"Gramma, whatcha looking at?" He asked. She shook her head once and chuckled, realizing what she was doing.

"Oh, nothing, nothing… just thinking," She said, tapping his nose with her wand, turning it back to normal, for he had been changing it wildly from nose to nose, not realizing it. He tended to this when he was curious.

"See, baby, your Mum and Dad… ah, you wouldn' understand anyway…" She swatted the air.

"Yes I would!" Teddy said indignantly, crossing his arms and pouting a bit. His hair changed from blue to pink to green and back.

"I didn't mean it like that, Teddy. It's just a difficult subject to explain to a youngun' like you… Okay, I'll try.

See, there was a war, years and years ago, in fact, seven years ago, the year you were born. There was this evil man, a dark wizard… Voldemort," She whispered the last part, looking absolutely terrified. Teddy looked around the room, as if Volde-who could be in that very room.

"Anyway, your parents fought in that war, and they were killed, by some of his followers. They died so you could live in a safe world," Teddy seemed to understand. He nodded slowly, staring off. He could see the picture of his parents (the one he kept hidden under his pillow, which he stole from his grandmothers photo album) perfectly, Mum changing her nose, like Teddy did.

"Your Mum was beautiful, like you are."
"No! I'm handsome!" Teddy said, giggling. He slid off her lap and padded across the room, grabbing an old photograph album. "Can we look?"

"Of course, hunny."
And so they looked, him pointing and her explaining every single photo, some moving, some still.

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