Twelve year old Teddy Lupin sat on the soft white, red and blue quilt his four poster bed in his room at the Potter's house in Godric's Hollow. Open on his lap was a photo album bound in worn brown leather. Looking up at him from the page were three people; a man and a woman, and a baby. The man had a tired look about him, with graying brown hair and wore patched brown robes, yet he smiled at the other occupants of the picture like the happiest man alive. The woman had bubblegum pink hair and dark eyes that twinkled with lights like the stars in the sky on the nights Teddy spent in the country with Granmum. She was snuggled against the chest of the man, whose eyes, along with his wife's, were fixed on the third occupant of the picture. A newborn baby with the smallest tuft of turquoise hair lay sleeping with his head on his mother's shoulder. He sucked on his first two tiny fingers, peaceful and innocent, unaware that his beloved mother and father would soon be brutally ripped from this life…

"Hey, Teddy, Whatcha doin' ?"

Teddy's god brother, six year old James Potter peered over the older boy's shoulder. "Who are they?"

"My parents." Teddy answered quietly, not taking his eyes from the little family.

"That's not Daddy and Mummy." James said indignantly.

"Those are your parents, Jamsie."

"And yours." He insisted.

"No, Harry and Ginny are my godparents."

"What's that?"

"Godparents are like your parents, but not really. Like, I don't live with them, but I still have to do what they say, and they buy me Christmas presents."

"Oh… Where are your Mum and Dad?"

"I don't know… They're dead."

"Where do dead people go?"

"Well, their bodies go underground, but it's okay, because they don't need them any more… I guess they go to heaven."

"Hm." James lost interest and wandered away, and Teddy went back to his album.

Downstairs, James said to his four year old brother, Albus, "We should be Teddy's godparents. Then he'd have to listen to us."