'For every time you fall apart, there'll be a soul to guide your journey…'
Mark Masri – The Face
'Shut up, James! Just shut up!'
Teddy stormed away, slamming his bedroom door behind him. He threw himself onto his bed, burying his head into his pillow. What did James know about anything? He had parents. He had a father. What right did James have to tell him how to act, how to think?
Pushing today's Weasley-red hair out of his eyes, Teddy frowned over at the picture of his parents which Harry had insisted he keep on his bedside table.
There was an abrupt knock at the door. Teddy could hear his godfather's voice through the door. Grudgingly, he got up, unlocking the door.
To Teddy's surprise, there was no trace of anger in the emerald green eyes, only understanding. 'Sit,' was all Harry said, wrapping his arm around his godson's shoulders.
An uncomfortable silence fell. After a while, the two wizards' eyes met.
Harry sighed. 'I know it's hard, Teddy. I've been there, believe me. I used to hate my parents for leaving me. But they didn't do it for selfishness or for glory. They did it for me.'
Teddy remained silent.
'They loved you so much, Teddy. You have no idea what they were like when you were born. They were absolutely delirious with happiness. And they wanted nothing more than to allow you to live in a world without fear.
'You're not alone, Teddy. You've got all of us. We may not be related by blood, but we're your family all the same. We're here to help you up when you fall. We're here for you.'
A single tear ran down Teddy's cheek.