The Mirror of Erised: Teddy Lupin

Because he missed them okay?

Teddy observed the reflection before him, his thudding heartbeat echoing through his head. He attempted to shift his weight before discovering how much his legs felt like lead, his strained muscles felt as noodles.

He focused on the mirror. He felt the multicolored streaks in his blond hair shift colors, his eyes confirmed the bright tint had changed to a dull, pale blue. He raked his fingers through his newly colored hair. He hadn't really learned how to control his changes yet, they just followed his emotions really. He felt a pleasant tingle in his eyes before glancing up and noticing the previous bright blue had changed to a sea green, flecks of his natural brown littered across the color in his eyes.

He had only seen a few pictures. The many that were placed messingly around the Potter house and the few hung around the Weasley's houses. His mother was beautiful, although never looked quite the same for pictures. His father though, always had the same gray-brown hair, the same silver scars stretched across his face, and warm chocolate brown that mimicked something of his own color.

He turned away from the mirror; he was 16 for Merlin's bloody sake, and he missed his parents? Parents he never got to know? It wasn't like they were his parents. Sure they, you know, had him, but they weren't really his parents. They didn't wake him every morning during his summer terms to de-gnome their garden, or read him bedtime stories when he was a child, or explained why he changed every month.

Once, he had voiced this to Harry. He knew that Harry's parents had died in result of a war and that he too grew up without parents, but under much worse conditions he had never gone into (Teddy suspected it had something to do with the plain-looking muggle Christmas card the Potters reseved every year, from a fellow named Dudley) And Harry just looked into his brown colored eyes (They were his neutral color at the time, when he kinda forgets what color he wants them or doesn't care and they turn) and started rambling on random little facts about his parents that Teddy was almost ashamed to admit he starved for. How his father, Remus, was best friends with Harry's dad, and got in quite a lot of trouble with a group called the Marauders, with Sirius Black. (When Teddy asked about the other members of the group Harry got a look on his face and said Sirius' name and nothing else, which made Teddy wonder if the two had bad history) Or how his mother hated peanut butter or how Remus liked his coffee black. How his mother wasn't the best at cleaning spells, and liked to be called Dora. His fathers' thing for chocolate.

These were things we would know if his parents hadn't fought. If his mother would not have chased after his father and listened to his grandmother's begging like she once admitted to doing. It made him almost angry. He was a newborn, only a few weeks. They went off to war knowing the risk. They knew that yes, there was a chance they could leave their newborn an orphan. He was even angrier at his father if possible. Harry often talked about how Remus was almost a father figure to him though his years at Hogwarts, as if that would make him feel better, his father saw how much Harry longed for love and affection from a parental figure all through Harry's years and yet still fought in the war.

He glanced back up to the mirror, just in time to see his parents share a peck over Teddy's head. He couldn't help saying it though. He missed his parents.

Was it even possible to miss someone you've never met? To love them? To miss their embrace?

Was it possible to crave their love and affection, without even seeing their face?

To miss their voice? To have wish for fate to have made a different choice?

To yearn for hear their laugh, for just one day.

To desire, for just one day, to have met your parents?

Sorry for the crack-poetry at the end. The first line was suppose to be apart of the story, then it just started spilling out and then I was just –oh I just wrote my first poetry, oh-

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