AN: J.K. Rowling owns the Potter universe.

31st July 1998

Harry Potter woke up in his room from a nightmare which was common for someone who had just become free from the constant presence of a dark murderous shadow. He looked wildly around quite forgetting where he was, drawing his wand from under the pillow, ready to attack. It was around dawn but the sun had not risen yet, from the corner of his eye, he felt a movement to his left. Squinting in that direction he illuminated his wand and was greeted with the magical poster of a Quidditch team in bright orange robes. He stared at the poster dumbfounded for a few minutes and the Chudley Cannon team waved back. He quite suddenly remembered that he was in Ron's room and quickly glanced over to Ron's bed which was empty as he was accompanying Hermione to Australia to find her parents. They had left three days ago and were hoping to come back in two weeks.

Mrs. Weasley had fretted on the idea of letting two young people who were too in love to go alone on a trip but her argument was cut short when Ron pointed out that they had already spent ten months with each other on the run and didn't do anything out of line. Harry had offered to go with them to ease her mind, but Mrs. Weasley had absolutely shot down that idea. She still feared that if she let the three of them go, they would never come back, after facing all that they had, and she wouldn't blame them for wanting to flee from the country for a few months. She however, told Harry that he had to stay because one of them needed to attend the trials of the remaining death eaters as witnesses, the Malfoy trial was just round the corner and Harry was the witness defending them, so, Ron and Hermione had left three days ago and life at the Burrow was rather quiet without them.

Harry sighed and flopped back on his pillow, staring at the ceiling. The war had ended two months ago, Voldemort was dead, and so were Fred, Colin, Remus, Tonks and 46 others. Harry could tell you all about it, he had attended all the funerals, given his support and condolences to the families that were torn apart and in return received their hugs, appreciation, love and in Dennis Creevey's case blame and anger. What bothered him the most was that none of the Weasley's blamed him for Fred. A day after the battle of Hogwarts, after everyone had rested a bit, he found himself in Mrs. Weasley's arms as she hugged him like a mother and thanked Merlin that he was alive. The guilt he felt for the love he received burned his insides. He tried to keep the tears out of his eyes, as they threatened to spill out. He wept, sobs wracked his body, and he mourned all the people who died because of him, for him.

His parents, Sirius, Dumbledore, Fred, Remus, Tonks, he sobbed for his Godson Teddy Lupin, he had met the baby a few times since the funeral of his parents. Andromeda had brought Teddy to him after the funeral, she had cried on his shoulder. Shushed him when he apologized for her loss and told him that she was glad that Teddy would grow in a world free of war and that was what Tonks and Remus had fought and died for. Teddy's hair had turned black as soon as Harry had held him and he had giggled, waving his fist at his Godfather. Andromeda told Harry that Teddy had a specific hair colour for everyone he recognized as family. His hair changed to Turquoise as soon as Andromeda took him back in her arms, she told him that Teddy used Sandy Brown hair for Remus and Bubblegum pink hair for Tonks, when Ginny held him, Teddy's hair went a vivid green as he laughed gleefully when Ginny bounced him.

Meeting Teddy both pained Harry and eased his pain. He knew he loved the baby as soon as he took him in his arms, but he also felt sorry that Teddy would grow up not knowing his parents either. In many ways, Harry saw himself in Teddy and he vowed that he would give Teddy what he lacked, a family. His children would love Teddy and Andromeda as they would love their own siblings and grandmother. Teddy and Andromeda were part of Harry's family now. As soon as he thought of Teddy, Harry's sobbing subsided, silent tears rolled down his eyes, he whimpered once in a while but the more he thought of Teddy, the less he cried. Teddy was an engaging child with an amazing knack for mischief; he behaved less like a three months old baby and more like he was six months old. He sure knew how to get things done his way without ever being scolded.

Harry smiled through his tears as he remembered Teddy's last visit to the Burrow. Teddy had fussed wanting chocolate milk and refused to eat a bowl of mashed banana. In fact he had knocked off the mashed banana bowl from his high chair, splattering the food on the floor. He had then gone on to laugh merrily, and when Harry had tried to reprimand him, he had grinned at Harry showing off his gums with the most innocent expression in his eyes as he tapped his fingers against his palm, asking for chocolate milk. What surprised Harry the most was, that Mrs. Weasley who had advised Harry on being firm with Teddy when it came to food, cooed and gave him a bottle of chocolate milk saying that Teddy was not hers to discipline and so she could spoil him rotten like she planned to spoil all her grandchildren. Smiling slightly, Harry wiped his tears and lay down thinking about Teddy.

AN: Read and review please! First fic ever. Happy reading.