I stood outside my godfather's room, the little vials safely stashed in my pocket. I slowly lifted my trembling hand to his door, and knocked lightly.

"Come in," I heard him call out. I took a deep breath to calm myself, and opened the door.

"Hello Ted," Harry smiled and waved me over to the chair behind his desk. Harry's house had so many rooms (sometimes I got lost) but this room was 'Harry's room,' and the walls were lined with bookshelves, and a large desk sat by the only window, a large one looking out onto the forest beyond.

"Hi Harry," I walked on shaky legs to the chair Harry had pointed at, and sat down.

"How are you?" I found it hard to look him in the face; I was terrified to bring up the subject, the subject of my parents.

"I-" a photo of my mum and dad caught my eye, it was framed and resting on Harry's desk, and their smiling faces gave me a sudden burst of courage. I pulled the vials out of my pocket and rested them on the desk. "What are these? They were my dad's." I asked; looking at him in question, proving to him I meant no harm in asking, I just needed to know.

"Oh Teddy..." Harry leant forward and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Stop looking so scared, you are allowed to talk about your parents."

"Gran... she gets upset. I don't talk about them." Harry let go my shoulder and leaned back looking at me thoughtfully.

"I see," he nodded, and picked up one of the vials. "These are memories, Teddy." He held it up to the light and stared into the swirling pearly coloured fluid inside the vial. "I imagine your parents left these for you. Maybe knowing that..." Harry broke off, and a pained look crossed his face.

"I know how they died." I said with as much confidence as I could. "They died to save the world from Lord Voldemort." Harry tilted his head to the side.

"Once upon a time, his name was not mentioned." Harry answered. "He was known as you-know-who." He chuckled. I frowned at this. Was I not supposed to say his name? "It's good, that his name is no longer feared." Harry reassured me, obviously seeing the worried look on my face.

"If they're memories... and they left them for me... can I see them? Do I drink it?" Harry smiled at this.

"No, you use something called a Penseive." He stood, and placed the vial he had picked up back on the desk next to the other two vials. "And... you're in luck. I happen to have Albus Dumbledore's old Penseive with me at the moment."

"Oh," I felt apprehensive now. Memories, Penseive, how would these work? Harry strode across the room, and waved his wand at one of the smaller bookcases, it slid to the side like a door and behind it was a kind of cupboard. A big concrete bowl with ornate carvings around the edge came into view. I twisted in my chair for a better look.

"I'll bring it to you." Harry told me. He waved his wand and the strange bowl floated through the air and landed on the table. "Now, I'll explain to you what happens as it can be frightening the first time. I remember my first time in a Penseive..." He looked over my shoulder at something behind me, seemingly lost in thought for a moment. "So what I will do is pour the memory into the Penseive." He pointed to what I had thought was a large bowl. "And then one at a time we place our face into the liquid in the Penseive and you will feel like you're falling for a moment. And then you will find yourself in a memory."

"Will I get wet? Gran is coming to pick me up after lunch she won't want me to get wet."

"Nope, you'll stay dry." Harry smiled kindly at me, despite my ignorance. "You need to know Teddy..." He brushed my hair from my face in a fatherly gesture. "That these are memories. You can't talk to the people in them, they won't know you're there and they can't feel your touch either." He smiled sadly at me this time. "However much we want them to be real, to be alive... They're not." I looked up at him, understanding he didn't want me to get false hope.

"Will I see my parents?"

"I assume so. I assume that is why Lupin left these in your possession." Hearing my father's name sounded strange, but really good. Not many people talked about my parents, not to me anyway. I knew they were well loved though.

I stepped forward, and did as instructed...

We fell into the Penseive head first and tumbled through swirling colours until finally landing on our feet in my grandma's house. It was a little different though, we had landed in my mum's room and there was no dust. When I peek into her room these days, there is a layer of dust over everything.

"Alright Ted?" Harry asked. I looked at him and then around the room again, this time I spotted a man. My dad was sitting on the window seat looking out into the garden. Before I could approach him the bedroom door opened and I moved out of the way as my mum walked in. She didn't see me, and she walked over to my dad running her fingers through his hair and kissing him on the cheek. I reached forward to touch her, but Harry placed a gentle hand on my arm. "You can't touch her, remember? This is a memory." My heart lurched painfully. I wanted them to be alive, to be real.

"Hello dear," his dad said, and my mum sat down next to him. "How is your mum?"

"I..." my mum rubbed her eyes, and I noticed they were red and puffy as if she'd been crying. "She's as expected. I still can't get her to eat. She misses dad..." She trailed off, and my dad rested his hand on her shoulder.

"This may not be the best time sweetheart... But I've been thinking..." He took one of my mum's hands in his. "I think we should store some memories for our son. What if..." He trailed off momentarily. "What if one or even both of us die in this war...?" A pained expression crossed his face, and I moved further around the room to see my mum's face. Tears were beginning to trail down her cheeks.

"I will do everything in my power to keep us alive." My mum said. She brought her free hand down to rest on her slightly rounded belly. She looked up into my dad's eyes. "But I agree. We should do it. Just in case..."

TBC