Turquoise

He smiled softly down on the child, his emerald eyes shining brightly as he did. The boy had turquoise hair, and bright eyes imitating the same colour as his godfather. Harry couldn't help but chuckle as he watched the boy bounce on his toes in anticipation for what was to come. He held out his hand, turning it over and slowly opening it to reveal the creature within his palm. The small, fluffy, pink pigmy puff squeaked at the boy who was over-joyed at the present.

"Did you know that your Aunt Ginny had one almost exactly like this when she was younger?" Harry said softly.

"Really?!" The boy asked, his eyes widening. He giggled gleefully as the creature was placed in his hand. Harry nodded.

Teddy's smile refused to fade as the two of them walked hand in hand down the overgrown path. Harry was talking happily, distracting the boy from their destination.

Everything was quiet as they arrived. Harry bent down to Teddy's level, pulling the child close to him. Teddy leant against his Godfather as Harry wrapped his arms around him. They were standing in front of a simple marble headstone; with the names 'Tonks' and 'Lupin' written in both Andromeda and Harry's neat scribbles. Teddy stared at the names on the marble, his face blank.

"She was like me, wasn't she?" he asked softly, and Harry nodded.

"Yes, Teddy, she was special like you."

"Do you think she would have liked me?" His voice was so soft, but the words cut straight through Harry's heart. He stared at his Godson, unsure what brought on these thoughts, but desperate to quell them.

"Of course, Teddy! She loves you, even now," he said, his hand cupping the boy's cheek softly, "and so does your daddy." Teddy was quiet as he looked back at the stone.

"Do you miss them?" Harry took a deep breath as he tried to think of the answer that summed up that question – how could he possibly express the emotions he felt every day since their passing.

"Always."

Harry stood, holding out his hand for the boy to take. Teddy took one final look at the stone before taking his hand. The walk back was far quieter, both deep in thought.

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July Event - 11. Teddy Lupin