A/N: This is my first long fic; please tell me what you think! This is another Next Gen. fic, with one-shots of all the children in it.

Disclaimer: All characters, places, etc. belong to J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros. Studios. I do not own. I won't repeat this Disclaimer in all my chapters but just know that NONE OF THIS WORK IS ORIGINAL. The ideas are all J.K. Rowling's and the films belong to Warner Bros. Studios.

Title: Who are we?

Author: hpjkrowling4ever

Teddy Lupin

"What did they look like?" "Who were they?" "Were they nice?" and the most important one, "Am I like them?" or "Would they love me?"

I wish I had known them. Sometimes, I yell at Harry. I want to know why they left me. Why they didn't think of me. I tell him he doesn't understand. I tell him that he and Ginny never will. And Harry never argues. He always sits there and understands. And I always come back and say sorry.

I am a war child. My parents died during the Great War. Sometimes, when I feel their loss the most, I stare at myself in the mirror and try to find the common ground where I can see both of them in my face, in my eyes, in my hair. I live in either my Gran's house or Harry's house.

As far back as I can remember, Harry was always there. He would come nearly every day to talk to me, to cuddle with me. He was everything to me. Most of my memories involve dinners at the Potter household, which steadily got louder, messier, rowdier. My room is on the third floor, the second door to the left.

My walls are plastered with photographs of my parents, of Harry, of Hogwarts, of my unrelated cousins, of everyone I've ever loved. The ceiling above my bed is covered with newspaper clippings of Harry –and they never stop coming, they're all over each other. It's my room, and it's a tribute to how much Harry has cared for me. And it's the most I can do for him, because every time I get angry, every time I yell or throw things around, I remember that it was the same for him. His parents were killed as well, and he didn't really have anyone to tell him what they were like.

The Weasleys were also there all the time. Whether it was Ron or Hermione, George, Molly or Arthur, I saw at least one every day, except for the days where it was just Harry and me, where we'd sit in front of the fire and play chess.

I hated how Harry had to leave for work, how the press hounded Harry. One of the only times I saw Harry completely lose his temper was in Diagon Alley when I was eleven and the reporters kept following him into the shops. Then one of them started on me. He kept following me around and asking me rude, personal questions. I started feeling depressed –they kept asking about my parents. Harry was furious. He pulled out his wand and blasted a hole in front of the reporter and destroyed his quill and paper. The next day, he and I had made the headlines, but Harry said it was worth it.

Hogwarts was incredible. Of course, I missed Harry fiercely and sent him owls pretty much every day for my first year. The ache grew less as the years went on, and as more of my cousins came to Hogwarts, it grew into protectiveness for them. And naturally, there was Victoire.

I was always so jealous, so angry that she had everything and she always wanted more. I think that's why I looked out for her the most, why every one of her boyfriends over the years ended up hexed or jinxed when they'd dumped her. It was also satisfying –they had got Victoire and I hadn't. Needless to say, they never bothered her again.

James, Al and Lily made it their job to get Victoire to hook up with me. The full moon days, they would bring me over to Shell Cottage where Bill was, but it was always Victoire I ended up talking to. It was the only time she never said anything but listened as I told her about my parents, Harry, and feeling the ache in my muscles but not transforming. Bill and Harry were the only other ones who knew what it felt like. Al, the little Harry, always worried that if we ever hooked up, we'd never suit each other, so he made sure we had a deep friendship, a long-lasting bond. Lily, my little favourite, would always frown and look angry when I started badmouthing her. And James just kept interrupting us.

Who am I? I'm Edward 'Teddy' Lupin, I'm a Potter in all but name and I love my parents. I just hope that wherever they are, they love me too.