It'd been a few months since the end of the war. Now, Harry was living in Number 12 Grimmauld Place with Teddy. The seventeen year old was leaning against his godson's bedroom door, watching the baby sleep.

Every breath the sleeping figure took sent a pang through Harry's heart. Remus and Tonks would never see their child just breathe, never see him smile. Hell, he wasn't even cut out to be a parent, they would've done a much better job. For a brief moment just a few days after the war Harry had considered an offer Mrs. Weasley had proposed. She said he should get back to school, finish his education. Molly was more than willing to take care of Teddy Lupin while Harry was gone.

But he'd refused. The Lupins had entrusted their only child into his care, knowing there was a chance they wouldn't make it out of the war. They wanted him to do and he intended to honor their wishes.

Harry wondered if all parents-and wasn't it just weird to think of himself as a parent-watched their children breathe. It was calming, peaceful. There was just something about it that made him happy and sad at the same time. He pushed himself off of the wall and sighed quietly before leaving, leaving the door open behind him.