DISCLAIMER: I am not JK Rowling. I do not own any Harry Potter characters, I am merely taking them out to play.

Author's note: This scene is of Teddy mourning his parents. It's not as dark as my previous scenes. I hope you like it. PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK BY SUBMITTING A REVIEW! THANKS!

Scene 4: You're A Damn Good Dad, Harry Potter

It was a cold, crisp, December, morning. Teddy Lupin stood silently at the foot of his parents' graves. Soft, white, snow was piling up around him, obscuring the inscriptions on the headstones. But that didn't matter really. He had come here so often over the years he knew how the inscriptions read by heart. He didn't need to see them.

"Hi mum," he said looking at the grave to his right. His voice was slightly croaky as the words struggled out past the lump in his throat. "Hi dad," he said to the grave to his left. He glanced nervously over his shoulder to where he could just make out the shape of his godfather squatting in the snow at the base his own parents' graves. He swallowed with difficulty, turned back and continued talking; he needed to get this out, "I'm getting married today," he continued quietly, "I can't believe it." His mind drifted automatically to beautiful face of his fiancée and a smile graced his lips, "She's wonderful," he said just above a whisper, "Harry tells me you would really love her." He paused here and let a tear roll down his cheek as he imagined his parents, what he knew them to look like from the photos he had of them, meeting her and loving her just as much as he did. He sniffed but did not wipe away the tear. If he didn't cry now he knew he would lose it at the altar later and he really didn't want that. "Her name is Victoire," he continued thickly, "She's Bill and Fleur Weasley's oldest daughter. You know Bill and Fleur, Harry says you got along really well with them and that dad," his voice cracked a little here as he fought to continue, "that you helped Bill after he was mauled by Greyback. Harry always says your willingness to help proves what a great man you were and Bill always says he wouldn't have gotten through it without you." He paused again and sniffed hard as another tear rolled down his cheek. "So I think you'd be happy to have them as in-laws," he mumbled, "I think they're great and I can't wait to become part of their family. Harry tells me all of the time that I'm already part of the family but now it'll be official." He smiled softly as he thought about what it would be like to be called 'son' by Bill and Fleur. But then a horrible thought occurred to him, "But that's not why I'm marrying her," he added quickly, "I love her. I'd marry her no matter whose family she belonged to. She is the sweetest, smartest, funniest, kindest, most beautiful woman in the world, and she's my best friend," he paused again as he wiped away his tears, "sometimes," he said quietly as he looked at his hands, "I can't believe she loves me. Dad, Harry told me that when mum told you she loved you, you couldn't believe her either. You thought you were wrong for her, that you couldn't understand why she loved you. That's how I feel. I love Victoire with everything in me and it blows my mind that she loves me back." He smiled again as his mind drifted to her face once more. He thought of the night he'd told her he loved her and the first time she'd said it back. "I guess there's no denying I'm your son," he mumbled, thinking that even though he hadn't been raised by his father they both still felt shock when the women they loved, loved them back.

Silence descended on graveyard around Teddy. It was a good silence, like a blanket of peace, quieting the world. He'd come to say what he wanted to say. He glanced at his watch. He really should be going, if he wanted to be back to the church on time.

"I should go," he said as he looked down at each grave in turn, "I wish-" he began but got chocked up. So he cleared his throat and began again, "I wish you could come with me." He glanced over his shoulder at his godfather who was standing at the base of his own parents' graves now with his eyes closed, "But you," Teddy swallowed hard, "you chose a good man to go in your place," he told his parents as he looked back at their graves, "I think you'd be proud of the both of us. Harry is the best godfather anyone could ask for," He continued, "he's the next best thing to having you with me dad, and Gin is wonderful too mum. Everyone says she's the most like you of anyone. Even Gram says Gin reminds her of you sometimes. I'm proud to have them standing in your place with me today, since it can't be you. They'll do you proud, I'm sure." Teddy fell silent again as he looked at the snow covered ground.

"Thanks," said a familiar voice from his left as a hand touched his shoulder.

Teddy's head jerked up to find tears in his godfather's green eyes. He felt himself go a little red, "You heard me?" He asked nervously.

"Just that last part," said Harry. "I came over to tell you it's time to go and I just heard that last part."

Teddy looked down at his feet, "It's true you know," he mumbled.

"I know," said Harry. Teddy looked back up and his godfather was smiling, "We're proud to stand in their place with you today too. I know how badly you want them there," he glanced over at his own parents' graves and then looked back at Teddy, "but I'm glad you'll let Gin and I represent them."

Of all the people Teddy knew, he knew that the only person who truly understood how he felt, in regards to his parents, was Harry. He had always felt like Harry was the only person who understood him in that respect. He could tell Harry how he was feeling and know that Harry understood without having to have an explanation.

"I so wish they could be here," Teddy whispered as tears welled up in his eyes again.

"I know," said Harry as he quickly stepped forward and pulled Teddy into a hug. Over the twenty five years of Teddy's life Harry had hugged him a good number of times, too many to count in fact. And despite never having been hugged by his own father, he always thought this was what it would have felt like. After a moment they pulled away from one another. Harry put his hands on both of Teddy's shoulders as Teddy sniffed and wiped his eyes.

"Thanks," Teddy mumbled.

"You're welcome," said Harry gently.

"I mean …" Teddy looked up into his godfather's eyes, "… for everything."

"I know what you mean," Harry replied with a smile. "Listen," he paused as a smile spread across his lips, "you're getting married today," he continued with a silly grin that was infectious. Teddy began grinning as well. "So let's get to that church and get you ready."

Teddy nodded and took a deep breath. Even if his own father couldn't be at his wedding he thought Harry made a pretty good substitute. And once more, in a long list of times, Teddy thought about how lucky Harry's own children were to have such a damn good dad, and he counted himself blessed to have been adopted into such a family. With one last glance at his parents graves Teddy thought they would be proud of him and Harry before disapparating with a loud crack!

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