"Teddy," began Lily "How come you don't call my Daddy your Daddy?" The two of them were alone together in the backyard of Harry and Ginny's house. Teddy was home for Easter.
Teddy was a little surprised, but he didn't show it. "Well, he's not my Daddy."
"But I heard you say he was your father."
"I said he was my godfather." corrected Teddy. "I have my own Daddy."
"Oh. Well, where is he?" Lily looked up at Teddy curiously.
Teddy kneeled down beside her. "He's dead Lily. Like your uncle Fred. And so is my Mum."
"That's sad." replied Lily. "So, what's a godfather?"
"A godfather is supposed to help take care of you, especially if your parents die." Teddy explained.
"Do I have one? And how come you don't live with us then?" Lily wanted to know.
"I think uncle Ron is your godfather." answered Teddy. "Your Daddy was only a little bit older than me when my parents died. He wasn't old enough to take care of a baby. So I went to live with my Grandma instead."
Lily frowned. "I guess that makes sense. Was your Daddy nice like my Daddy?"
Teddy nodded. "Yeah, he was really nice. But remember, I was only a baby when he died, so I don't remember him at all."
Lily's eyes widened. "Not at all?" she asked plaintively.
"It's okay, Lily. Your Daddy has told me all about my parents, and he talks about them whenever I want. I even have a couple of photos."
Lily was nodding. "I would miss them. So how are you related to me then?"
"Well, I'm not really related to you." replied Teddy truthfully. "But the thing about family Lils, is that you don't have to be related to be a family."