A/N: Sorry for the late update, everyone. I promise the next one won't be so long.
The tiny, precious bundle felt warm against Harry's chest, in contrast to the cold December night. Harry could hear the Crunch! Crunch! Crunch! of the snow under his feet as they moved. Harry took a deep breath. He felt Ginny's warm hand squeeze his own as he stepped through the broken gate.
Five marble slabs stood, lined almost perfectly in a row, with snow covering the tops. Harry handed Teddy to Ginny and crouched down, making himself eye level with the names that stared hauntingly back at him.
"Mum, Dad," he began slowly. "Merry Christmas. I'm sorry I haven't visited before... But we've finally done it. We're finally safe. Everything you died for, it's finally paid off. We're free." Harry hesitated. "I have a girlfriend now," he said finally. "Her name's Ginny. I brought her with me. She's helping me take care of Teddy – Remus's son – and with everything. I- I love her. And I know you would, too." Harry's eyes felt wet and Ginny put her arm on his shoulder. Harry gulped and continued speaking.
"I haven't forgotten you, Sirius," Harry said, turning to the empty grave next to James Potter's. "I wish we could have had more time together. I really miss you." Harry sighed. "You were a great godfather. I hope I can be as good as you." Harry paused before speaking again.
"Remus, Tonks, don't think I've forgotten about you," he said. "I brought someone I know you'd want to see." He took Teddy from Ginny. "He misses you," Harry said. "We all do. But as hard as it is, we're doing alright. He's not a werewolf, Remus. He's healthy and strong and Andromeda dotes on him. He won't grow up an orphan, Remus. I promise." Harry felt a lump in his throat. "I'll come back to visit again," he promised. "We'll never forget any of you."
The mood in the burrow was rather strained that night. It was Christmas Eve, but nobody felt like celebrating. Instead, the entire family sat silently in the sitting room, trying not to look at one another. It was George who finally broke the silence.
"He would have hated this." When nobody spoke, George went on. "F-Fred wouldn't have wanted this. He-he would have wanted us to go on."
There was another awkward silence before Mrs. Weasley spoke. She seemed to be holding back tears. "You're right," she said. "Fred would have wanted us to be happy. It's all he ever wanted." She stood up. "I'll get the presents."
The family sat in silence once more, waiting for Mrs. Weasley to return. Harry exchanged a look with Andromeda, who was holding baby Teddy on her lap. Her face was hard, and her expression unreadable.
Mrs. Weasley came back out into the sitting room, her arms full of sweaters. Harry gave a small smile; no matter what changed, he thought, some things would always stay the same.
"First, for our newest member of the family," Molly said, with small smile at Teddy, who clapped and giggled.
Mrs. Weasley handed the tiny, baby sized sweater to Andromeda, who pulled it over Teddy's head. Harry's eyes widened. This, he thought, was the most brilliant sweater Mrs. Weasley had ever done. It was turquoise blue, matching Teddy's hair, and right in the middle was a print of a bubble-gum pink wolf.
"He loves it!" Harry said, noting the baby's giggles.
"This is perfect, Molly, thank you," Andromeda said.
Molly beamed at her. "Oh, no problem, dearie," she said. "Here, this one is for you." She handed Andromeda an emerald green sweater.
"You didn't have to!" Andromeda flustered.
"It's no trouble," Molly said. "You and Teddy are family now."
Not for the first time, Harry felt overcome with gratitude toward Mrs. Weasley. Not only had she taken him in as one of her own, but now she was doing the same for his godson. He could truly never repay her.
"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley," Harry said. "For everything."
Mrs. Weasley smiled at him. Their eyes met, and Harry could see she was trying to hold back tears. "It's no trouble, dear," she said fondly. "And call me Molly."