Disclaimer: I do not own any of the contents used in this fanfiction. All of it belongs to The Queen JK Rowling and The Warner Bros. Studios. This is a mere imagine of what I think of the next generation.
"Demons runs... when a good man goes to war"
He closed his eyes and let the cool breeze tickle his skin. He couldn't even hear his own breath over the loud beats the air made. Like it remembered the war. Like it wanted to speak out, shout and let everyone know that like many others, it remembers...The blood. The tears. The shouts. The silence.
Harry forced his eyes open, and found a pair of eyes fixated on him. The pair of eyes belonged to a little boy. He looked straight at him while the others present there looked at the boy, who stood straight on the little stage, with his blue piercing eyes shining with innocence and his bubblegum pink hair, in coordination with the breeze and bothering him but the poor boy stood still, with his hands holding onto the little piece of paper.
His innocent boyish voice boomed once more across the little field.
"Night will fall and drown the sun when a good man goes to war"
People sat on the grass, some on logs and some stood, leaning against trees. It was the annual celebration. The celebration of the demise of Voldemort. The celebration of demise of their fear.
The teachers at the pre-school thought it a good idea to have their little students perform stuff in honour of the fallen after the speeches and prayers of the elderly. So Harry sat on the grass, in the front row, watching his son... well, god-son but it didn't matter to him, recite a poem from the paper he held in his tiny hands.
"Friendship dies and true love lies,
Night will fall and the dark will rise
When a good man goes to war"
Harry lips quirked up when he spotted his first-born behind Teddy, among three other students who adorably tried to portray a fight scene, two of them with face paint on, trying to be death-eaters and the others with cardigans. They were supposed to act out but somewhere along the way, they were having too much fun so forgot about it and now played in the background.
"Demons run but count the cost
The battle's won but the child is lost
When a good man goes to war"
Little Teddy's hair flashed from bubblegum pink to violet as he looked up from the paper and noticed uncountable pair of eyes on him.
Teddy's eyes darted to someone by Harry's side and Harry turned his head to look at his beautiful wife with an encouraging smile on, cradling the two year Albus in her arms. Her ginger hair fluttered in the wind and she blew a kiss in the direction of her little son on the stage. Harry held her hand and smiled at her, before returning his gaze to the front.
He looked back at Teddy who was, somewhat satisfied with the boost of confidence and cleared his throat.
"The wizarding world thanks all the chivalrous heroes for their bravery and devotion. They'll never be forgotten"
He stepped back as the field boomed with loud chants and cheering from every direction. Claps and whistles along with hoots, startled the poor Albus awake and he began fussing. Teddy's hair turned a pale shade as he was flustered with all the attention he was receiving. James, however, seemed happy with it and stood near Teddy, holding his leg and smiling widely, waving at the crowd.
"Let's go" Ginny whispered and Harry nodded, getting up and holding Albus as Ginny stood. The whole Weasley family chanted for their kids, kids and bigs alike. Albus was passed on to the eager ginger-heads. As Harry made his way through the field to get his sons, he was met with a somewhat familiar sight but it bothered him greatly.
"Tell me, Master Lupin... Can I call you that? How did you feel saying all that when you know your mom and dad died in the war" Rita towered over the kids descending the stage and James was freaked out, to say the least. He clutched Teddy's legs as Teddy's hair changed colours repeatedly.
Harry hurried to them as Rita shot insensitive question after question at the poor souls, scaring James as he now sobbed silently, hugging Teddy's leg and Teddy had his arms around James, and looked clueless as to what he should do.
"Step aside" Harry didn't shout but his tone held a finality that had Rita stepping back.
"Dada!" James shouted and threw himself on Harry who hugged the little boy to his chest.
"Hold him"He turned to look at his wife who nodded and took James in her arms, cooing her little baby.
He turned to the older boy and crouched down to his level, hugging him close, "You were amazing on there. I'm so proud of you" Harry pulled back and kissed his forehead.
Teddy smiled wide but his smile wavered when he looked at Rita. Harry shot a glare at her direction and she rolled her eyes in the most obnoxious way, going away muttering 'not worth my time anyway'
"Hey" Harry picked the boy up easily, and went toward the whole weasley clan. "You see them?"
He gestured towards the ginger-heads with a few odd heads out and Teddy nodded.
"They are your family, WE are your family. We love you and nothing would ever change that, okay?"
Harry looked at the boy who smile wide and nodded repeatedly.
"Oh There's out little boy! We are so proud!" Granma weasley passed on the fussing Albus and took Teddy in her hold, as she wan't strong enough to hold him. She hugged him tight.
"We don't want to suffocate him, now do we?" George put his hand on Harry's shoulder and joked, with a spark in his eyes.
"Oh shush it! Let me be proud of my boy. They grow up fast" She pinched Teddy's cheeks who now paralleled his hair but turning crimson.
Teddy was a shy boy. Quiet to the point of silence but Harry saw through the little guy.
He knew when teddy missed having his own parents or when he didn't but someone made him feel that.
He saw through when he felt put of place and when he didn't but seeing the kids around the Weasley house call their parents, 'Mama' and 'Dada'
He saw through the boy like Professor Lupin... Lupin... no... Moony saw through him once upon a time.
Because after all, Blood doesn't end on family.
Teddy was as much his son as James.
He was as much his son like he was to Moony and Padfoot.
And He was damn proud to be a father to such a boy.
My first work on this site.. related to Harry Potter. I'm not surprised. Not at all.
So to the readers... What are your thoughts? How do you imagine the next generation to be like?
And I definitely think that Teddy would cause havoc and chaos wherever her goes but in my mind pre-school Teddy is a shy kid slowly getting out of his shell.
But that's just me.