Harry once again felt ghost-like, disconnected from the rest of his body. Memories of the forest came flooding back to him: the Snitch, the Stone, his parents, Sirius, Lupin, Voldemort…death. He found himself outside, looking up at the twinkling stars. Somehow, he felt that he wasn't alone; that it was as if the spirits of his parents, Sirius, Lupin were surrounding him again. The only difference was that he felt much, much safer. Harry took a deep breath, but when he went to speak, no sound came out. Come on, he urged, you have to do this.
"R…R…Remus? It's Harry." Harry felt stupid. There's no one there, he said to himself. And yet, he felt the need to continue. "Just wanted to say hi, tell you about your son. He's already eight, really so sweet. He, uh, had a question for me. He wanted to know about you and Tonks, you know, what happened that night. I had a feeling that you would want him to know. He said something interesting to me. He asked me to tell you thank you. He really misses you. He's proud of you." The words came easier than expected. It was as if the words were destine to be said…heard…received. Harry was at a loss of what to say. He felt that he couldn't just leave now. But I have nothing to say, Harry thought, ashamed.
Harry shifted his weight and was about to turn away, when he suddenly heard a thud on the ground. Harry ignored it, until he heard another thud hit the ground. He turned around slowly, and saw two people holding hands. They were neither translucent nor solid, but looked exactly like the ghosts that appeared from the Resurrection Stone.
"Harry." Remus Lupin said spreading his arms out wide. "How are you, my boy?"
Harry was stunned. What's going on? "But… you're… dead… right?"
"Hon, there's a certain magic that you're probably sick of hearing about." Tonks said. "But it's a magic called love." Harry had to laugh, somehow he had a feeling that one was going to work its way into the picture. "You stayed true to our son, you delivered his message."
Harry thought about this, it made sense. Harry wasn't sure how this came about, but he suddenly asked, "You want to see him?" Remus and Tonks smiled and stepped forward. They followed Harry into the house and up the stairs to Teddy's room. Harry carefully opened the door and they went inside. Teddy lay sleeping on his bed, breathing deeply and soundly. Harry hung back, while Remus and Tonks approached their son. They kneeled down, stoking his hair, his cheek. Tonks was giving him kisses on his face.Teddy stirred, and blinked himself awake. He looked confused, but then understood. "Mum? Dad?" They nodded. Teddy wrapped his arms around his parents' necks. This entire time Harry had been battling the developing lump in his throat. That battle had finally been lost, unable to control his tears, Harry let them flow free. Teddy made eye contact with Harry; he knew exactly what Teddy was thinking. Harry nodded, message sent, Harry thought. Remus looked up at Harry, with tears in his eyes, and whispered "thank you." And with that, Remus and Tonks rejoined hands and slowly, disappeared through the open window leaving the stars to twinkle peacefully.