A/N: This is my newest story about post-DH. I know my stories haven't been going on too well, but I hope you like this story.
For those who have been putting my other stories on alert and all, I thank you guys very much. Those are some of the reasons that keep me writing on.
Anyway, I hope you review this story. Hope you enjoy it too!
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Fourteen-year-old Teddy Lupin lowered a bunch of flowers on his parents' grave. The breeze felt chilly, but he stood there staring at it. He gazed upon the inscription written: Died For The Next Generation To Live. His godfather, Harry Potter, said it was all too true. Harry had told him a lot of stories about his parents as he was growing up. He didn't hide anything at all, even the fact that his father was a werewolf.
"There's nothing to be ashamed of, Ted. Courage is not just facing danger in the eye, it's standing up to your fears and making the best out of the worse situations. Your father was a brave man to face the fact that he was a werewolf and live on."
Teddy knew he wouldn't be ashamed of his father even if Harry didn't tell him that. His grandmother, Andromeda, couldn't tell him enough stories about how his mother fought and died so that he could have a free and safe future. The people the surrounded Teddy never failed to remind him how much his parents loved him.
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Victorie waited by the windowsill. It seemed to take like forever for her mother to come home. Her grandfather is ill and she had to go to France. Choosing to stay in England for summer, Victorie is stuck in her house, taking care of her twin brothers Andre and Will. Her father, being a curse-breaker In Egypt for Gringotts took a month's leave waiting for his wife to come back, although he took on some odd jobs to keep the family's financial state stable.
"Victorie?" Victorie turned. Will rubbed his eyes. "Andre kicked me off from the bed. My back is sore. He keeps kicking me off the bed," he complained. Will isn't always this whiney, only when he gets really sleepy. Victorie took hold of his hand and led him back to his room. She carried him back to his bed. "Do I really have to take a nap?" he asked
Victorie nodded. "Yes, Will. Naps are very important to little boys like you. I took plenty of naps too when I was five years old." She said it with full confidence, although she could remember how often she complained about it to her mother as well when she was about Will's age. "Now go to sleep. Dad's coming home soon. I will make your favorite dinner." Luckily, Victorie loved to cook.
Soon, Andre was the one who woke up saying, "Will keeps on moving and I can't sleep when he keeps on moving, but I really want to take a nap." Which, in Victorie's thoughts, wasn't true since the boys would do anything to not take their naps. "Honestly, Victorie, I do want to take my nap but Will keeps on moving and it really wakes me up."
Victorie didn't even try to persuade her brother to go back to bed. Will soon woke up too and came down for a snack. Victorie made them both sandwiches to their liking. She went back to the windowsill and stared outside to the garden. She remembers clearly how her mother and father would take her out there and play with her and tell her how much they adored her. She couldn't wait for her mother to come back home.
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"Hey give it back! James!" James playfully ran around the room, chased by his younger brother Albus. "I'm going to tell Dad! James, give it here!" Albus tripped over his feet. James laughed out loud. "That's unfair, James!" cried Albus. Tears were starting to well up his eyes. "Give that here, James! That's mine! I'm going to tell Dad!"
Harry stepped into the living room. "Tell me what?" James stopped dead on his tracks. Harry looked at Albus who was silently crying. "Now what is going on between you two? I leave the room for five minutes and something happens." He walked over to James. "Hand that to me," he said. James did. Harry looked at it. Albus had drawn a family picture. Harry smiled and helped Albus stand up. "Here you go," he said, handing Albus back the drawing. Harry turned to James. "How many times have I asked you not to tease Albus?" he said.
"It isn't my fault that Albus is a worrywart and a crybaby," replied James. "All I wanted was to have a little fun and play with him but he wouldn't look up from that drawing of his. He needs a bit of exercise more than sitting there and drawing. How would he be able to play Quidditch when he can't even run that well? Look at him, Dad!"
Harry sighed. "It's for Albus to decide what he wants to do, James. Now why don't you and I just go outside and play catch with those golf balls. If you really want to be Seeker, you should be out there practicing rather than making Albus exercise." Harry looked at Albus. "Your mother is in the kitchen. Just walk over there if you need anything. James and I will be right outside."
James happily skipped outside into the garden. He grabbed his broom from the broom shed and easily mounted it. Harry took the golf balls be bought for James to practice with. James loved to fly. Ever since he was young he wanted to. He was so excited when his sixth birthday came and Ginny finally allowed him on the broom. Harry always helped him with practice.
"One day, I will become a really great Seeker!"
With practice, Harry knew that James's dream might just come true. "Give this one a go, James." Harry threw the ball high up. James pulled the broom and easily caught the ball in midair. "That's my boy," said Harry proudly. He threw another one, James caught it again. He swerved a few times. Harry laughed. "Let's just see what you'd do if you fall off the broom."
James shook his head. "I bet you a thousand Galleons I won't." James had always been a rather cocky boy, but he knew his limits. Harry taught James all he knew about being a Seeker since James asked a million times. Harry had always been James's idol as far as he could remember. Every time he saw his father, he wanted to be more like him.
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Ron entered through the front door. Tiredly, he sat himself down onto the couch. He closed his eyes for a bit of rest. Ron felt someone tap his shoulder. He looked up to see Hermione had brought him sot hot cocoa. Hermione bent over and gave Ron a kiss. Ron smiled and returned it. He took the hot cocoa from Hermione's hand and took a sip.
"Rose is still awake, you know," whispered Hermione as she stroked Ron's flaming red hair. "She has been looking for you all day. I don't know what's in you that she finds amusing." Ron smiled at the thought of their daughter asking Hermione where he was. "I think you should go upstairs and see her. She said that you should tuck her in tonight because I've been the one doing so for the last couple of weeks," she said.
Ron nodded. He stood up and gave Hermione another kiss before heading up to Rose's bedroom. When he pushed open the door, Rose had already fallen asleep. Ron smiled and pulled up her covers. He knelt by her bed and kissed her forehead. He loves his little girl. He gently swept away the curls from Rose's face and tucked it behind her ears.
Slowly, Rose opened her eyes. "Daddy," she whispered. Ron looked at her. Rose smiled sweetly. "I thought you wouldn't tuck me in again tonight. I was waiting for you all day." Ron gazed upon his daughter's anxious face. "Please don't leave again tomorrow, Daddy. You promised me we're going to play a game, just the two of us. I've been waiting for that for so long."
Ron couldn't resist her sad eyes. "I can't tomorrow. Daddy has to go to work." Rose sad eyes became even more melancholic upon hearing this. Ron gently wiped away Rose's tears from her eyes. "Don't, Rosie. I promise I'm going to play with you as soon as this project we're working on is finish." Ron kissed Rose's cheek. "Now it's time for you to go to sleep, all right? I don't want you waking up too tired tomorrow," he said.
Rose nodded and closed her eyes. She felt her father stand up. Rose quickly opened her eyes again. Ron smiled and sat on her bed. He took hold of her hand. Rose smiled and slowly closed her eyes and finally went to rest. Ron let go of her hand and walked out of her room, silently closing the door behind him so it wouldn't wake hi daughter up.
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Scorpius looked evenly at his father who circled the room. It was midnight by now and he was rather sleepy. Draco didn't seem to mind the boy as he continued pacing. Scorpius yawned. He tried to get his father's attention. He wanted to sleep badly. The night before was the same and he felt very tired indeed.
Draco turned and looked at his son. "If you're sleepy, why don't you go up to your room, pull up your covers, and go to bed?" he asked hotly. He didn't mean to yell at the boy for no reason, really. It's just work had been putting too much pressure on him lately. His name was stamped and blacklisted among the Death Eaters. He looked at his son. The sins of their ancestors would continue on and he knew that the boy would suffer the same fate as he is suffering as of the moment.
Scorpius looked up innocently. "You promised to come and tell me a story tonight before go to bed because you said you were too busy last night," he said. Draco took a deep breath and tried not to get irritated. Scorpius scratched his head. "You also said that you wouldn't be pacing the floor tonight because everything is okay now and you can tell me a story before I go to bed." Scorpius inherited his father's way of insisting in his wants.
With no other alternative, Draco took Scorpius's hand and led him upstairs. "Now can you go to sleep?" he asked. Scorpius shook his head, still waiting for the story. Draco sighed and took his boy to bed and pulled up the blanket to his chin. He sat on the chair beside his son's bed. "One day there was a little boy who really insists on stories every night." Scorpius laughed. Draco watched him laugh a carefree laugh. It reminded him of his own childhood when he would try to get his father to tuck him in, but that never happened. His father died without pulling the covers up to his chin and telling him bedtime stories. "He's a very sweet boy and he's also very nice. I love him just the way he is."
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A/N: I really don't know what this is, but I liked writing it. It's supposed to be ONESHOT fanfiction, but do you think I should continue on writing this? Please review, thanks!