A/N: Just something random I wrote cause I'm re-reading DH.
In His Dream
In his dream, they are laughing. He raps his arms around her as they dance to whatever sappy love song that plays from the old wireless in the corner of the kitchen.
In his dream, she glares at her cousin as he interrupts them and they all laugh. They joke about pointless things, making the dark, dingy kitchen of number twelve just a little lighter. He tries not to imagine James, Albus, and Lily's meny pictures tacked up on the walls, but he manages it all the same. They hadn't even been thought about back then. Sirius teases his cousin and his best friend.
"When are you going to get together already?"
In his dream, they are grieving. Sirius falls through the vale. He never sees them together after all. They hold a small funeral service for Sirius Black, in which they remember now bittersweet memories.
In his dream, they are lonely. He pushes her away and she tries to convince him that she loves him. She does everything she can think of and she thinks it'll never work, until it does.
In his dream, they are in love. The wedding is small, with only close family and a few friends there to witness it. He imagines he is there though it's a stupid thought, he couldn't possibly have been. Maybe, in another timeline, they would all laugh over pictures. But that wasn't how it was.
In his dream, they are apprehensive. She says it'll be fine, their child will be perfect. He doesn't believe her, so he runs. Eventually, guilty, he returns. It takes a little while but she forgives him.
In his dream, they are happy. He is there, for the first time, a tiny baby in his mothers arms. They are finally happy despite the war. They take turns holding him, laughing with each other and telling him stories.
The happy bubble of piece bursts on 2 May. The Patronus fills the room with a silver glow as they hear of the impending battle.
He begs her to stay behind, to take care of him.
And in his dream, she does. Maybe if Nymphadora Lupin had stayed with her infant son, things might have been different. Remus might have survived, and not been distracted by his worry for her. Everything would have been different.
Teddy would have had parents.
It was this thought that snapped him out of his dream. He blinked, finding himself in the quiet boys Dormitory. He was a first year at Hogwarts. Even after a few weeks, he couldn't get used to it.
It was the place they had died. It was also the place, Harry had reminded him, that they had made memories and friends, they had had fun.
Teddy could have forgotten, almost, if it wasn't for the giant, enchanted memorial to the second wizarding war, sitting proudly in the centre of the grand entrance hall.
Maybe, he could have forgotten if his parents names weren't right there, in large letters, amongst the people who had died to make his world a better place.