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One Very Interesting Conversation

Teddy was sitting alone in the dark garden, pulling out pieces of grass with his hands. Life wasn't fair. Why weren't his parents there, why couldn't they be there?

'We are here, Teddy'.

Teddy turned around sharply, his eyes widening at the sight that greeted his eyes. His parents. His mother, with vivid pink hair tickling her chin, and his tall, pale father, looking young and handsome.

'Wotcher, Teddy..' whispered Tonks, tears filling her eyes. 'Long time, no see, eh?'.

Teddy didn't answer, he ran right into their open arms, almost knocking them both to the ground as he sobbed in their embrace. He could feel his mother crying too, and his father's tears falling onto his head.

As he calmed down, his parents - his parents! - led him over to the garden bench, Tonks ruffling his hair and Remus gazing into his amber eyes.

'How?' Teddy whispered. 'How are you here?'.

'Love, Teddy Bear,' Remus murmured, stroking his son's turquoise hair fondly. 'We love you so much, that somehow, some way, we could come down and spend this one, special night with you. But in the morning, we'll be gone...so please, make the most of it'.

Teddy's mother did not talk, merely gazed at her son with a mixture of awe, love and pure emotion on her face.

They all had plenty to catch up on, and their conversation resembled that of long-lost family members...which, in truth, was what they were.

'So, what's your favourite Quidditch team?' asked Tonks, laughing. Teddy looked thoughtful.

'That'll have to be the Tutshill Tornadoes,' he said. Remus chuckled, ruffling turquoise hair once more.

'You traitor! Your mother and I have always been Pride of Portree!' he laughed, as Tonks stuck her tongue out, giggling.

'What about hair colour?' she asked eagerly. 'Come on, you must have a fave!'. She was practically bouncing out of her seat in excitement.

'Turquoise, definitely!' Teddy asked, feeling comfortable and happy.

This was peace.