This is it, guys- the last chapter! I am so sad to end this story, I had such a fun time writing it and I hope you've enjoyed reading it! What originally began as a one-shot about Teddy finding the mirror turned into a four shot where Harry got involved, and spiralled out of control a bit until it was a full blown 18 chapter short story where the Pensieve somehow made an appearance. I could write this forever but I feel like it has come to its natural end now. I've put off uploading this- I didn't want it to end!

Its been a PLEASURE to write for you, thank you so much!

Well, Harry mused to himself as he watched the whirlwind that was Teddy appear in the kitchen and disappear just as quickly up the stairs, he certainly liked his Christmas present.

Once again Harry found himself cursing his persistent curiosity as he climbed the stairs to the library. He had tried not to check on Teddy, but he was far too nosy, and he wanted to know what memory had taken Teddy's fancy first. He had spent what he felt was a considerable amount of time downstairs busying himself with menial tasks of some sort first before he accepted the inevitable, and now he decided he had waited long enough. But as Harry knocked gently on the door, standing ajar, there was no reply, and even as he poked his head around to peer into the library, he realised it was completely devoid of Teddy.

He had certainly not left the house; of that Harry was sure. He was not one to leave someone's house without thanking them in some way first, and besides, his shoes were still where he had left them beside the fireplace in the kitchen. There weren't many teenagers who did not wear trainers, and Teddy was one of them.

But Harry quickly discovered that Teddy was in the drawing room. Had it not been for a sudden cry from a familiar voice, he would have never thought to check there.

Harry caught sight of Teddy's feet poking out from the open door to the drawing room. He was struggling with something that was protesting fiercely in his tight grasp. It seemed like he was fighting with something just inside the drawing room- or more likely, someone.

"Stay still!" Teddy cried. A hushed grunting from behind the door followed. "Ow!" Teddy jumped up suddenly, his hair dishevelled. As Harry walked over towards the room, a tiny figure shot out and scurried down the hallway. Before he could ask who it was though, Teddy spoke.

"Well, Harry, I thought you would have come to see what I was up to much earlier. I thought I'd have only been alone in the library for 20 minutes before you burst through the door desperate to poke your nose into whatever I was watching." Teased Teddy.

"I don't know what you mean." Harry replied innocently. "What are you doing in the drawing room?" He watched Teddy move over to the desk, trying to casually pull out various empty drawers.

"Just," Teddy trailed off, and shrugged somewhat vaguely.

"You know, we once had a Boggart in that writing desk. Back when I first came to Grimmauld Place, I was fifteen."

"Oh," Teddy said, nodding.

"Funny, aren't they? Boggarts, I mean. I can recall Neville's Boggart turning into our Potions professor in drag."

Teddy shifted his weight between his feet, suddenly finding a spot on the floor very interesting. "Was my dad's Boggart a full moon?"

"Yes, I believe so." Harry replied.

"A bit cruel, isn't it? The thing he was most scared of was something he had to face every single month."

"He was pretty brave."

"Yeah. Pretty brave." Teddy repeated, looking up at Harry.

Harry was suddenly reminded of when Teddy had asked him why his parents had died. At the time, he had been worried Teddy would not be able to understand.

Shortly after the war, in the throes of his Survivor's Guilt, Harry had thought that the lucky ones were the ones who lay dead. They would never wake up screaming, feeling helpless, with the images of bloodshed, of dying friends and of anguished, grief-stricken relatives replaying in their minds. They would never have to watch a helpless infant grow up without the two most important people in his world.

But now, Harry realised, that Teddy would understand their sacrifice, and one day Harry would explain it- but not now. It didn't feel the right time. And he realised that the dead were not the lucky ones- Harry was. He had been able to watch Teddy grow up into something his parents would be proud of, and in turn, he would be proud of his parents. Harry had promised Lupin that he would make sure Teddy knew why his parents had fought and died in the war.

He would make sure that Teddy thought they were the bravest people he never knew.

The first moment Harry met Lupin, if he had to be honest with himself, he would say that he did not expect much. Their Defence against the Dark Arts professors had, up to that point, either tried to kill Harry or had been a fraud. But it was Lupin who saved Harry from being attacked by the Dementor on the train that night. He reassured Harry not only about his father, when he thought he was nothing but a bully, but also about his Godfather, when he thought he was a dangerous Azkaban Escapee. He jumped between Lucius Malfoy and Harry during the battle at the Department of Mysteries, he restrained Harry from running through the veil after Sirius, he taught Harry how to produce a Patronus- a spell which saved his life countless times.

Despite the prejudice he faced and despite how he was treated by almost everyone in the wizarding world, he chose to fight with the Order of The Phoenix. Not against them. And Harry realised, with a crashing feeling sinking into his chest, that Lupin ultimately died fighting to protect a world that had shunned him his entire life.

Teddy's voice dragged him from his reverie. "Thanks for the present, Harry. And all the memories, and well, for everything, really." Harry could hear notes of solemnity lacing Teddy's words.

"It's fine." He replied quietly, earnestly. "Enjoy them."

"The Patronus lesson was useful, too. If I get attacked by a Dementor on the train back to Hogwarts, I'll be able to scare them off now."

Harry smiled sadly. That was his first memory of Lupin; casting the Patronus at the Dementor on the Hogwarts Express. The first thing he did for Harry was fight to protect him, and as is the cruel parallel of life, the last thing he ever did was fight to protect him. Harry would do the same for Teddy in a heartbeat.

Teddy was grinning like a lunatic, obviously too busy thinking about seeing his father in the memories to take any notice of Harry musing over his silent inner monologue. And Harry couldn't say what it was- maybe it was just that Teddy's smile, which had until recently been a rare occurrence, was so damn contagious- that it made Harry grin like a lunatic too.

"Maybe you could show me how to extract my own memories, Harry."

"Only when your head is filled with far more interesting memories than trivial Hogwarts matters." Replied Harry, in a tone of mock disapproval.

"Hey!"

"Oh, I'm sure walking down the corridor following behind Rosamund Wren is thrilling for any seventeen year old boy—"

"It really is." Teddy murmured, a dreamy look settling on his face.

"But when I was seventeen,"

"Oh, here we go."

"I was doing far more important things than girl-watching!"

"There are more important things than that?!"

"And as lovely as Miss Wren is,"

"Isn't she just?"

"And I'm sure she's delightful to admire,"

"Her hair swishes as she walks and she positively bounces along the corridor."

"I don't want this Pensieve to turn into some filthy fleapit for your tawdry, sordid memoirs,"

"I don't know what you mean."

"Where you watch over and over the time she smiled at you across the classroom once, or when she asked to borrow your knife in potions,"

"and then when I told her she could and she leant over the table in front of me and accidently gave me a lovely little show to perk up my morning and—"

"Teddy!"

"You started it!"

"She seemed rather interested in baby Teddy when I taught her in your Defence against the Dark Arts class before Christmas."

Teddy's face fell. "What?"

"I told her we called you Teddy Bear and that you used to wear a rather fetching beige cardigan with elbow patches that would be fitting for a History of Magic professor, and that once when you were eight you threw a party where the only guests were you and our House-Elf!"

"It wasn't like that!"

"Well, I guess you should have come to the lesson to defend yourself then."

"But then, you would have never had your brainwave for my brilliant present, and I wouldn't have seen the memory of my dad, and I wouldn't be this happy." Teddy smiled innocently. Ever the diplomat.

"Hmm." Harry murmured, not entirely convinced. "Who were you fighting with before?" He smoothly changed the subject.

"Kreacher."

"Oh." Harry lamented. "I hadn't seen him since yesterday morning. I thought he might have curled up into the airing cupboard and died. I knew I shouldn't get my hopes up."

"I was trying to thank him for the present."

"Did he deny it all? Tell you he'd been possessed, that none of it had ever really happened?"

"He said it wasn't a gift, the boring sod. It was a repayment for the gemstone I gave him. We'd been transfiguring them in class before the end of term and he'd been eyeing it up like it was the most valuable thing in the world so I felt like I had no choice! He'd have probably nicked it off me later anyway." Teddy smiled wryly, and rolled his eyes. "He might be a miserable git- but he's our miserable git."

"D'you know what?" Harry smiled back. "You two seem quite fond of each other. He can be your miserable git if you want."

"Bugger off."

"I'll leave him to you in my will." Harry put on a haughty voice. "I, Harry James Potter, bequeath upon one Teddy Remus Lupin, the dirty, grumpy, miserable little sod of a house-elf, Kreacher."

"We'd drive each other round the twist! You do that and one of us will definitely end up decapitated and nailed to the wall. I don't like to think which one."

"Oh, don't worry. I'll make it my final order that Kreacher must not, under any circumstances, pin up your severed head in the hallway. I'll be lying on my deathbed, giving Kreacher orders to be nice to you." Harry said melodramatically. "I'll use my very last breath. I will fight death to protect you."

Yes, thought Harry, he certainly would.

Finish.

THANK YOU SO MUCH for sticking with me (til the very end haha)! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE let me know what you thought- what were you favourite parts/lines/chapters? Did you fall in love with Kreacher? (I know I did!) and MOST IMPORTANTLY did you enjoy it?

I've caught the fanfiction bug now though so I am going to upload another VERY shortly (about Teddy. I have some unresolved Teddy issues it seems. I genuinely feel so sorry for him as a character.) so make sure you keep an eye out for that! And see you all soon (hopefully!)