Teddy Lupin stared at the two cards for what felt like the millionth time.
One card featured his mum, Nymphadora Tonks Lupin, staring back at him as her hair changed from blue, to purple, to pink. She winked at the camera at the end before the image started up again from the beginning.
For years, he didn't know where the picture came from, it wasn't in any of the albums his grandmother owned. Finally, Harry announced he stumbled upon his mum's old Auror file and found it to be an official photo taken for the Ministry. How the Chocolate Frog manufacturer had ever gotten ahold of it became anyone's guess.
The other card contained his dad, Remus Lupin. The picture came from the year he was the DADA professor at Hogwarts. That one remained in the public domain, so anyone could access it or use it. Professor Longbottom told him those pictures were taken near the end of the school term each year.
His dad looked good - relaxed and happy. The photograph had been snapped maybe only a week or two before Remus was outed by Severus Snape as a werewolf and forced to resign his position.
When Teddy was little, he would practice his metamorphic skills, trying to get his face and hair to look exactly like each parent in turn, desperate to feel closer to them. As he grew older, that game fell by the wayside.
Teddy now often found himself ranting at these pictures of his parents. He would yell at them for the shite decision to leave their newborn behind to go into battle. He would berate them for not being smarter while fighting. He would inform his mum that at least his dad had the excuse of being a foolhardy Gryffindor, what was a bloody Hufflepuff doing acting like that? He would tell them he hated them.
Neither one of them made an important enough kill that it turned the tide of the battle. Neither one of them helped take care of destroying a Horcrux. They hadn't really been needed at Hogwarts that day; they had been needed at home. Needed by him.
Teddy Lupin would give anything to not have the "honor" of having his parents awarded with Chocolate Frog trading cards. Cards which were nightly slipped under his pillow as he whispered goodnight to his parents.