A/N: *looks up from Wolfstar fanfiction* Oh we're writing now? Ok I got this. *closes Wolfstar tab*

Hello readers! I don't know why you would click on this story, but now that you have, I suppose I have to talk.

Teddy Lupin has always interested me. Now that we have a somewhat canon description of him, I decided I wanted to write about him. This is probably going to be a series of interconnected oneshots.

Disclaimer: Do I look like the woman who gave you your childhood? Yeah, didn't think so.

On with the show! *fanfare*

Teddy's daddy

"Daddy Harry, Daddy Harry!" Teddy called. Harry sighed and turned around, smiling when he saw the six year old running towards him. His hair was bright blue, his eyes were green like Harry's, and he had the wide smile all children have.

"Teddy, I've told you before. You don't have to call me Daddy. I'm not your dad." Harry said.

Teddy tripped and landed at Harry's feet. "Yes you are," he said with conviction. "My teacher told me so."

"Oh really?" Harry asked, amused and curious.

"Uh-huh." Teddy's head bobbed up and down. "She says daddies are the people who give you piggyback rides and tell you bedtime stories and play pretend with you. You do all that for me so you're my daddy."

Harry smiled at Teddy, fighting back tears. Teddy was too young to know what death was. And he was too young to understand the difference between his biological parents and the people who were raising him.

"Teddy, c'mere." Harry knelt next to him. "You've seen pictures of your daddy, right?"

The blue hair bobbed up and down.

"He may not be here to give you piggyback rides, but he loves you more than I ever will." Harry told him. "That isn't to say I don't love you. But parents are the people who love you most in the world, despite everything."

"Ok?" Teddy was confused.

"Why don't you just call me Uncle Harry," Harry suggested. "You only have one dad."

"Ok, Uncle Harry," Teddy agreed. He still wasn't sure what the problem was, or why Uncle Harry was crying, but he would do what he wanted.

Harry watched Teddy run off to play with Victoire. He saw a lot of himself in Teddy. They were both orphans. They were both left to be raised by family. They were both honorary Weasleys. But Harry would make sure Teddy had a much happier childhood than his own.

He couldn't help but wonder about how different his life would have been if he had had a father figure. Someone to give him piggyback rides and tell him bedtime stories.

He would never know. But he did know that Teddy would never have that 'what if' in his life.

A/N: Baby Teddy asking about his parents is the saddest/ cutest thing ever so I decided to give it a shot. Not all my one shots will be like this.

You can probably expect me to post about once a week. I'll give notice if it will take longer.

Please tell me what you think! Constructive criticism and compliments are equally appreciated!