Disclaimer- For this and all future chapter, see Chronicle 1 for the disclaimer.

A/N- Wow, I was amazed by the response this received! Thanks to everyone who read and/or reviewed. A quick note on the Chronicles: when I read DH, I automatically assumed that Harry raised Teddy. Checking back later (and reading more carefully), it seemed more likely Andromeda raised him. So this is AU. Anyway, this Chronicle takes place when Teddy is about two and a half years old. Enjoy!

"talking"

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Marauders

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"Harry, what's that?" asked Teddy, his amber eyes wide with curiosity.

"Hang on a second, mate, and I'll show you." The twenty-year-old tossed a smile to his godson as he finished hanging the picture on the wall. Andromeda had Silenced her aunt's portrait when Harry and Teddy first moved in the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black two and a half years previously, but the young man disliked the curtains and the reminder of what they hid. The Permanent Sticking Charm had given him an idea.

"Hermione, is there a magical way to copy photographs?"

"Sure, Harry, ask Hermione. I can see when I'm not wanted," Ron joked good-naturedly.

"Well, do you know any magical way to copy a photograph, Ron?"

"As a matter of fact, I do. See, Hermione's brilliant, but I grew up in a magical household. What picture is it?"

"The one of the Marauders, in Sirius's bedroom. The thing is, Ron, could— could you just tell me, or show me? I want to do it myself. That probably sounds stupid, but—"

"Not stupid at all, Harry," Hermione cut him off quietly, squeezing his hand.

"I understand, mate." And Ron did. If it were Fred's room, he would have felt the exact same way. "It's dead easy, all you do is…"

The copied photograph now hanging on the wall had been enlarged to proportions that covered the entire portrait of Mrs. Black.

"Harry! Harry! Harry!" Teddy was bouncing on the balls of his feet, hair rapidly changing color in his excitement.

"Alright, alright, hold your winged horses," Harry laughed, scooping up the toddler and settling him on his hip. "These are the Marauders: four best friends who caused clever mischief and mayhem at Hogwarts all in a sense of good fun."

"Like George?"

"Exactly like George." He smiled sadly, thinking of Fred, then turned his attention back to the photo, pointing to the person furthest to the left. "That's your dad."

Teddy immediately squirmed forward to see better. "Really?"

"You bet, squirt. He was about sixteen when this picture was taken." Harry pointed to the person next to Remus. "That's my dad."

"Your dad, Harry? Where is he? Can I meet him?"

"My parents died when I was a baby, Teddy."

"Oh," the toddler's face fell, and he leaned his head on Harry's shoulder. "Like mine?"

"Yeah," the twenty-year-old managed around the lump in his throat, and he hugged his godson briefly. "Like yours." He continued once he felt his emotions were adequately back under control. "The one standing next to my dad is Sirius— he was my godfather."

"Did he take care of you like you take care of me?"

That was a difficult question for Harry to answer. "For a while, he— couldn't. But once he could, he did everything for me. Sirius was the only father I ever knew, the only real family I ever had… until now, that is." He smiled crookedly at the child on his hip.

"Did he die too?"

"Yeah," Harry swallowed hard. "Almost five years ago."

"Do you miss him?"

"Every day." Hugging his godson, he blinked back tears. "But I understand him now… more than I ever did before."

"Why?"

"Because of you, squirt. Being your godfather helped me understand mine. I know why he did what he did, because I would do the exact same things."

"Are you going to die, Harry?" Teddy asked in a trembling voice.

Immediately, Harry set him on the floor and knelt so their faces were level. "I'm going to make you a promise, Teddy: I don't know for sure what will happen in the future, but I will do everything in my power to be here as long as you need me. Even longer, to give you advice you don't want and help you don't need. Anything I can do to be sure I will be around long past the point when you want to be seen with your godfather, I'll do it. You have my word."

Being a godfather had changed Harry's nature: he cared neither that his voice was unsteady nor that there were tears in his eyes; the only thing that mattered was the promise that he was making to Teddy. He stayed there, hugging the toddler to his chest, until the slow trickle of tears stopped. Harry stood, picking up Teddy, and said, "I think that's enough Marauder history for one day."

"Wait, Harry," came a small voice. "Who's on the end, next to Sirius?"

The twenty-year-old hesitated a moment. "Peter Pettigrew. He— He died."

"Oh." Teddy studied the picture solemnly. "They all died?"

"They did." Harry hugged his godson tighter a moment and kissed his forehead. "But wherever they are, they're together. And that is an encouraging thought."

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A/N- This one makes up for the lack of mush in the first Chronicle. The issue of Peter Pettigrew will be addressed in a further Chronicle, because I think betrayal and life debts are issues too weighty for a two-and-a-half-year-old child. The last line is a quote from The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Rings by Professor J.R.R. Tolkien: " 'Bilbo was meant to find the Ring, in which case you also were meant to have it. And that is an encouraging thought,' said Gandalf."

A quick question: I the first Chronicle, Harry tells the court that Andromeda supports his bid for guardianship. Do you, the readers, want a Chronicle dealing with their conversation and the eventual decision to have Harry raise Teddy, or would you rather it be left to your imaginations? I'm open to either possibility.

As always, comments and constructive criticism welcome.