Disclaimer: The characters belong to JKR. The plot is mine!

Note: This is my first attempt at a "drabble" - please bear with me! Hence, constructive criticism will be deeply appreciated

He lights a candle every full moon in memory of his father.

She says it's a beautiful idea, and kisses him gently as they stand together and watch the strong yellow flame linger in the growing darkness of night. And as his arms slip around her waist and his cheek nuzzles her silky, sweet-smelling hair, Teddy can't be more grateful that she understands.

Her dad, she says, was a lucky one.

Teddy can't help but agree. By all accounts, Bill Weasley is a lucky man.

But as they stand together, holding silent vigil over the flame that burns for his father, Teddy can't help but think of his own parents, who died just so that he could live in a world without fear; just so he could live and grow old; just so that he could have a chance to fall in love and find true happiness…

As Teddy watches the candle, holds his fiancé and remembers his parents, he can't help but consider that he himself is lucky, too.