It was usually quiet on May second. Classes were cancelled, and most students spent the day sleeping in or catching up on homework. Some went out to the Three Broomsticks to have a drink with their friends. A lot of them sat by the lake and enjoyed the fresh spring air. Other students took their broomsticks and made their way down to the field to play.

Teddy wasn't most students.

While other students somewhat enjoyed the day off, Teddy wished nothing more than for the day to be over, or, at the very least, for it to be filled with activity. Something to get his mind off of everything that was wrong with his life.

He sank to his knees on the ground, resting his forehead on the cool, damp stone in front of him with a shuddering sigh. The prickling behind his eyes signaled another set of tears. He thought that he had cried himself to death over his seventeen years of life, but sometimes that didn't seem to be enough. It was never enough.

A cold hand on his back warned him to the presence of another. He hadn't even registered anyone else, but one whiff of the air told him it was only Victorie. She sat next to him, giving a silent comfort. She had the tact not to say anything, unlike just about everyone else in their mixed up family. Al wouldn't have said anything, and Lily probably would have only hummed, but everyone else would have tried to coax him out of the depression he fallen into once again.

"I miss them sometimes," he whispered. Victorie said nothing in response, only grabbed his hand and held it loosely. "Usually, I'm okay, because I have Mum and Dad…rather, Ginny and Harry. Ginny and Harry," he repeated, "my godparents. My adoptive family."

Victorie squeezed his hand. Still, she said nothing, and for that, Teddy was immensely grateful. He knew she would never say a word. "Grandma Andy is the only blood relative I have left, Vic, and she's not long for this world anymore. She'll rejoin the Blacks, Mum, and my grandfather soon. I'll miss her, of course, but I don't feel like I'll be alone. I'll have everyone else."

He lifted his head from his parents' gravestone with great difficulty to look at his long-time best friend and girlfriend. He reached forward and ran his fingers over her pale cheek, and he saw her eyelashes flutter. He smiled slightly. "I'll have you, won't I?" he muttered, just quiet enough for her to hear. He tucked a strand of pale, Veela blonde hair behind her ear and leaned forward, his lips ghosting over hers. "I'll have you, Victorie Weasley." He kissed her harder, then pulled away and finished, "And that's more than enough for me."

She smiled, and they sat there, foreheads pressed together, eyes closed. Time passed, and as the wind picked up with the upcoming storm, her whisper was almost lost. Almost. "Always, Teddy. You'll always have me."