Hey guys. there's something that I wanted to share in the memory of those who gave their lives in the Battle of HOgwarts.

I don't own HArry POtter. JK Rowling does.

2nd May.

That date still haunted the people of the wizarding world. For some it was the time for celebrations, but some were grieving for the people they lost. At some places, you could see people raising their goblets to the man who saved the world, while at others...

They visited the graves of their loved ones, recalled memories, good and bad, and recalled that no matter what they would remain alive inside us. No one wanted to talk, really, but staying alone would have meant one to shed tears that had been forced to keep at bay. There were distractions at first. Everyone stayed away from the topic. But one could not stay away from something for a long time. It wasn't easy, but they coped. Their lives changed. There was no turning around. And yet, they wished to go back and change everything. But it was against the rule of nature. Turning their backs on their past wasn't an idea.

Time passed. Meeting on occasions like this became a habit for the different families. In Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a young boy of around sixteen sat under the shade of a beech tree near the edge of the Black Lake. The boy had brown hair and eyes that seemed to be filled with grief of several years, the eyes seemed too old for his age. Next to Edward Lupin, sat James Potter, he looked anxiously at his god brother, afraid that he would do something that he would regret later.

As Edward or Teddy as he liked to be called, stared at the chocolate frog cards in his hands, a girl suddenly appeared out of the castle.

"Ted? James?" Victoire Weasley asked.

Teddy hurriedly stuffed the cards back in the pockets of his robes.

"C'mon it's time to go. The portkey will leave soon. Then we have to get back by tomorrow evening," Victoire said softly, taking both of the boys' hands and pulling them up.

"You go on Vic, we are coming," said James.

"No, you two have been saying that we are coming for at least half an hour. You wouldn't want Lucy to use one of her hexes on you would you?" Victoire said.

Teddy gave a small laugh, "The last one still hurts," he rubbed his arm, wincing at the memory.

The three made their way back in to the castle, where their cousins were waiting in an empty room.

Edward didn't ponder on his present at the moment. He thought about his life. How he'd never actually thought much about his parents when he was young. Everybody around him loved him, the Potters, the Weasleys, his grandmother and lots of people. He hadn't known the reason behind his parents' death. Whenever he asked someone, they would say that they wanted a better future for their son and had to go on a long journey.

It wasn't until he came to Hogwarts and knew what had happened. How could have a mother or a father left their child to go in a battle? Teddy was angry with them, with everyone who kept him in the dark, until he finally snapped at Harry, asking him what he knew about staying away from parents. He had regretted it at the moment these thoughts came out of his mouth. Then he just couldn't stop the tears that fell from his eyes. But Harry said it was okay to cry. It wasn't a sign of cowardice. It was alright to cry for those whom we missed. Then Harry had spent the rest of the day telling him, Teddy, his life. How he grew up with his uncle and aunt who hated him, how he met Hagrid and got his letter, about everything.

It was later that Teddy realized how very lucky he was to have these people in his lives. Now, as he thought about sitting under the tree and staring at his parents' photos, it seemed like there were many other important things to at the moment, like making sure that Vic has a nice birthday or maybe helping Hermione in her different campaigns to change the society, or asking Harry and Ron about choosing Auror as a career in the future. He could do a lot of things really, instead of thinking what would have happened if his parents were alive. After all the ones who love us, never truly leave us, Teddy thought as he placed his hand over the tattered shoe.

Thanks for reading!