A short little oneshot about Teddy Lupin on Father's Day.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
"Happy Father's Day, Dad."
Teddy Lupin kneeled in front of his father's grave.
"I miss you. Even though I was only with you a month, I miss you. I miss you every day. Harry was there for me, but it was different. I needed you. I understand that you had to fight the war, but it still hurts that you were never there. Same goes for Mum." He took a deep breath. "I don't blame you. Not in the slightest. But I still wish you were there for me."
Teddy conjured a bouquet of flowers and placed them on his father's grave.
"I know you're watching me from up above. I know you loved me. But I don't even remember you. I've seen pictures, been told stories. But it's not the same as actually seeing you in person, talking to you, laughing with you in person."
Tears splashed on the grave.
"I love you. I miss you. But I have a family now. It's okay now. Because it's the way you would have wanted it. I have a family that loves me. A beautiful wife. Two children. Another one on the way. They all love me. The Weasleys considered me family before I turned one year old."
Teddy chuckled, eyes still watery.
"But sometimes I just wanted to talk to you. Harry always said I could. That you would listen from wherever you were. And I did talk. I told you all about me. And it wouldn't help. I wanted to talk with you. Have you comfort me, hug me, teach me."
More tears splashed onto the grave.
"But you can't be here. You're dead. You fought and you died. But Harry told me you carried a picture of me in your pocket and that you went down fighting. Just like you wanted. So it was okay you died. But it wasn't okay to me."
Teddy shook his head sadly.
"I love you so much. And I wish you could be here to tell me the same."
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