A/N: All righty, guys- it was because of the continued large amount of readers, reviewers, and added-to-my-alert/favorite-listers that I wrote this chapter last night and am already posting it. Y'all inspire me, really. Chapter Three is sort of sad at the beginning, but it includes some great moments for our favorite Trio, so enjoy!

"Remus Lupin was my teacher at Hogwarts for only one year, but in that short amount of time, he taught me more than anyone else outside of Albus Dumbledore himself has ever managed to in my entire life. Er- sorry, Professor McGonagall. But- Remus was a different sort of teacher. He was kind, and brave, and he taught more than just your typical classroom stuff. He taught me the kind of things that matter a bit more than that in life. He taught me one of the most useful spells I know, one that's saved my life countless times. He taught me about friendship, because he was a great first to my parents and then to me. He was the first person I ever knew who was friends with my dad and mum, and if it weren't for Remus I might have never met my godfather. Most important though, Remus Lupin taught me about how people won't always like you- how people won't always accept you, even. He taught me how in the end, it doesn't matter what people say about you. He overcame so much in his life. People were cruel to him- afraid of him, because of his condition, but he still helped people whenever he could. He joined the Order of the Phoenix, and did whatever he could to fight Voldemort. He still had friends, and- and he still fell in love, and eventually he even sucked it up and admitted to it! He married Nymphadora Tonks, and however short their time together was it was still beautiful. When Teddy was born- Remus couldn't have been happier. I'm sure his only regret in life would be to not be able to see his little boy grow up to be the great man that I know he'll be. With a mother and father like that- I'm sure he'll be the best of both of them. Brave, smart, willing to risk everything for the people he loves, loyal, funny and fun to be around, and a great friend, and right good-looking, too. Clumsy, I'd expect, like his mum, and a great teacher, even if that's not what he does for a living. I know he'll make them proud. Thank you."

Harry took his seat next to Ginny. She squeezed his hand.

"That was great, Harry," she kissed him on the cheek softly, and Harry could feel the fresh tears on her face. Fred's funeral had been a few days earlier, attracting much more of a crowd than Remus and Tonks' ceremony.

Ron and Hermione sat beside Harry and Ginny, holding hands. Hermione was in tears, looking miserably on the two bodies, and Ron looked like he was determined not to cry. He had been quite embarrassed after breaking down during Fred's funeral, though Hermione had assured him it was only natural, and that she'd be quite worried if he hadn't cried.

They didn't know about the engagement yet. Harry and Ginny had agreed to keep it quiet, but Harry really wanted to tell Ron, even though he was likely to punch him in the face. It felt wrong not to tell him something so important. And Hermione- she was always good to talk to about relationship things, except for that irritatingly knowing look she got in her eye, which didn't seem likely to appear at this occasion. Yes, Hermione would be good to tell- especially since he planned on surprising Ginny with a ring for her 17th birthday and he had no idea what to get.

Harry looked around the church at the small crowd that had gathered around the church. There was Mrs. Tonks, carrying Teddy for the day, all of the Weasleys, Kingsley Shacklebolt, the Hogwarts teaching staff, some men and women he recognized from the Ministry and the Order, Neville and his Gran, Luna and Xenophilius Lovegood, the Patil twins and Lavender Brown, who was still recovering from Greyback's attack, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, and a few other Hogwart's students. There were also several sobbing witches and wizards who looked to be in their twenties, who Harry assumed were Tonks' friends from school.

Everyone in attendance looked completely miserable, Harry noted. It was a funeral, of course, so that was only to be expected, but still. It was an awful occasion, even for a funeral, with all of its guests sadly remembering a lively, laughing woman and kind, caring man, and wondering curiously about the orphaned baby boy they'd left behind.

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"That was sad," Ron said as he, Harry and Hermione walked through the crowded London street.

"It was a funeral, Ron," Hermione said, "Were you expecting a lively picnic?"

"Well- no- but at least at Fred's funeral there was a laugh here and there… your speech was right depressing, though, mate."

"Ron," Hermione sighed, sounding as if she was wondering what she had done to deserve such an insensitive berk of a boyfriend, "Honestly. Your speech was beautiful, Harry, it made everyone cry, except for this one, who was determined not to show any emotion whatsoever."

"Well, really, Hermione, did you have your heart set on me crying or something?"

"I wouldn't have minded," she sniffed, "But you deal with things your own way, all right?" she smiled at him faintly, and he took her hand. A few months ago, this would have made Harry feel lonely, but now… now he had Ginny, and he could hold her hand everyday for the rest of his life. And it was probably time to let Ron and Hermione know…

"Listen, I've got to tell the two of you something," he said as they settled into a table at the Leaky Cauldron.

Ron eyed him warily. "Something else after us, then?" he asked seriously.

Harry laughed, "Er-no, this… this is good news. Well- I think it is anyway, I'm not sure how you'll take it but-."

"Spit it out, mate," Ron said, and Hermione elbowed him.

"Yes, Harry?" she asked gently.

"Well, I've… okay, Ron, I need you to keep an open mind about this, all right?"

Ron looked worried, but he nodded.

"All right…" Harry inhaled, "I've-er- I've asked Ginny to marry me."

They were silent for a moment. Ron's eyes looked as if they were about to bulge out of his head. Hermione, on the other hand, beamed.

"Oh, Harry!" she squealed, rushing across the table to embrace him, "Harry- oh, how wonderful!" she held him for a moment before taking her seat next to Ron.

Ron frowned, "But… you can't be married at school."

Hermione smiled again, "They'll wait until after, won't you Harry?"

"Yes- the wedding will be in June."

Hermione squealed again, but Ron continued to frown.

"Are Mum and Dad all right with this?"

"Yeah- Mrs. Weasley's already started with preparations."

"And- and Ginny? She really wants to get married?"

"Well… she did agree to it, yeah," Harry grinned, "Seems pretty happy about it."

Ron nodded, the somber expression still on his face. "So… you're really going to marry her, then."

"Er- that is the plan, Ron," Harry laughed nervously.

Ron didn't laugh.

"You'll- you'll be my brother, then!" he pointed out, finally smiling.

Hermione laughed. "You two are brothers already."

"Right you are, Sis," Harry joked, "So… you aren't going to hit me then?" he asked Ron, his tone much more serious.

"Nah." Ron grinned. "Your kids'll be related to me."

"Uncle Ronnie-kins," Harry snorted.

Hermione smiled, obviously picturing little messy redheaded children, calling her 'Aunt Hermione'.

"Have you got a ring yet, Harry?" She asked.

"No, I wanted your help for that, actually, 'Mione, I was going to surprise her for her birthday."

"Ooh! How romantic!" she said, "Of course I'll help you pick one out. Would you like to go next week."

Harry nodded, grinning, but Ron frowned again.

"Why can't I help?"

"Er- you can- It's only that I thought Hermione might be of more assistance, seeing as, you know, she's a girl… girls know about jewelry… well," he sniggered, remembering the gold necklace Lavender Brown had once presented Ron with that read, 'My Sweetheart', "Most girls do, anyway."

"I want to come, though! She's my sister…"

"Course you can come." Harry said.

"Good," Ron said, sounding comforted.

"Yes," Hermione said, "Well, we've got books to buy!" she actually sounded thrilled at this statement.

"Yippee…" Ron muttered, "Rings sound like much more fun, really…"