Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. I'm just playing in her world.
A/N: Thanks to Amsii who pointed out the grammatical error in the last chapter; it's all fixed now (:
For: JustYourAverageRavenclaw, whom requested a fic about Harry telling Teddy about his parents.
Title: Blood Doesn't Make Them Real.
Summary: Harry and Ginny would always be his real parents.
Genre: Family
Rating: K+
Warning: N/A
Pairing/Character: Teddy, Harry.
Word Count: 583
Eleven-year-old Teddy looked over his shoulder, past the Professor's table, at the engraved metal stuck to the wall, on which every name of those who died during the Second War was listed. His eyes sought out the two names that meant something to him, the two names his Dad had pointed out when he was only six.
"Teddy, I want to show you something. Take my hand." Teddy took the hand that Harry offered, looking up at his adopted father with big, blue eyes.
"Where are we going, Dad?"
"You'll see." With that, Harry apparated to Hogwarts, just outside the gates, which opened when he walked towards them. "This is Hogwarts, the school you'll be going to when you're eleven. It's summer now, so none of the kids are here. We're allowed to visit at these times."
"But why, Dad?"
"You'll see." Harry started walking to the castle, not stopping until they reached a large room. "This is the Great Hall," Harry explained, pulling Teddy inside and walking slowly to the other end. "This is where the kids eat their meals, and the place I defeated Voldemort." When they reached the end of the hall, in front of them stood a large, metal plaque with lots of names on it. Harry glanced at it only for a second before crouching onto his knees and taking both of Teddy's hands, looking into his eyes.
"This is a very important part of our lives, Teddy. This-" he gestured to the wall beside him. "-contains every name of the people who were killed throughout the war, when Voldemort returned. I think it's time you deserve to know about your real parents, and I figured this was the best place to do it." With that, he hooked his hands underneath Teddy's armpits and, as Harry stood, he took Teddy with him, resting him on his hip. Teddy held on and looked at the metal as Harry pressed his finger next to two names on the metal board. "Remus and Nymphadora Lupin. Your real parents. They died when you were only young, fighting for the greater good. They were extraordinary people, Teddy, unbelievably strong and courageous. They had to face things no person should have to face. They wanted the best for you, Teddy, and that's why they left to fight – they didn't want you to grow up in a world filled with death and despair. They were amazing people, your real parents were."
"They're not my real parents," Teddy pouted. "You and Mum are. You'll always be my real parents." Harry hugged the little boy to him, fighting back tears.
"Lupin, Teddy!" Professor Longbottom called, bringing Teddy out of his daydream. He glanced one last time at the metal on the wall, at his parents' name, before walking towards the tall man, ready for his Sorting. The hat was put on his head as he sat down.
No matter what his dad said, Remus and Nymphadora weren't his real parents. If they were, they would be with him now. Sharing the same blood doesn't make them his real parents. Love makes a parent a parent, and that's why Harry and Ginny were his. Because they loved him.
"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat bellowed. Just like Dad, Teddy thought, grinning.
A/N: This is similar to a oneshot I wrote about Teddy and Harry, which I'll be posting after I edit it. It's not really similar, persay, just Teddy's view of "real parents". (:
I like this one. (:
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And I'm still accepting prompts!
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