*Katniss And Potter*

Chapter 7:Mum and Dad

Teddy Lupin P.O.V

Many witches (and a few wizards) lust after Harry Potter. They want him, as their husband, their lover, their company in bed.

I consider him my second Dad. When my parents died, he was all I had , he was my Godfather, but he treats me as his own son. I have a room in his house, and spend around two thirds of the week there. Normally I'd be at Hogwarts at this time of the year, but this year I've been made junior groundskeeper, that way I don't miss out on the usual Weasley/Potter fun, and I get to see my stunning girlfriend, Victoire Weasley.

But I'm taking a break, I always do this time of year. I also take a break in May, May 22nd the whole wizarding world  stops, to remember al those who died in the Great Battle of Hogwarts. It's also a celebratorial day, because Harry defeated Lord Voldemort that day, but you probably know the story, so I don't need to elaborate.

Today is my Dad's 52nd birthday. It should be a happy occasion- provided, of course Dad wasn't dead..

Mainly I spend today with Harry, we celebrate Dad, he tells me stories about Dad, and then I smile and say 'Thanks, Harry. I feel much better now' even though I don't. Ever. But I think Harry knows, Harry can read me like a book. Then I go up into my room and stare in a mirror and morph into the appearance of Dad, then Mum. Then I stare at the tattoo running up my calf; It reads :

Sorry I will never know you... but you will know why I died and I hope you will please understand I was trying to make a world in which you could live a happier life."

It appeared on my eleventh birthday- out of nowhere. That was the day I got the letter, accepting me to Hogwarts. The tattoo stuck , at first Aunt Ginny was about to scrub it off- but then she saw how I'd accidentally morphed into Dad, and she didn't touch it again.

I push open the door of Harrys' house. It smells of cookies, Molly must be here.

"Oh, sweetie! You're here!" Aunt  Ginny smiles, coming out of the kitchen.

I nod. Ginny hugs me, even though I am taller than her, she squeezes me so tight, I swear I break a rib. She takes my face in her hands and looks at them. I guess I have taken Dad's appearance, with a few bits of bubble-gum pink streaks in my hair as a homage to Mum.

She squeezes me again and leads me into the kitchen, I drop my bags on the stone flagon floor. Molly is, of course, baking (she probably knows this kitchen better than Harry!). Lily (Harrys' youngest) is standing on a stool sieving flour, rather precariously.

Molly looks up. " Remus- I mean Teddy! Love, How are you?".

"Fine. Thanks, Molly" I smile sadly, people mistake me for him a lot.

"For the umpteenth time it's Grandma!" she says loudly. She hands me a cookie with a sympathetic smile, and goes back to helping Lily.

Whenever I see Molly, she always makes sure to stuff me with food more so than any of the others. At first I thought it was because of her motherly nature but then I learnt whenever Molly sees me, she thinks of Dad and remembered what Dad had said to her years ago in Grimmauld place after a boggart terrified her. '...And whose going to look after Ron and Ginny if you and Arthur died what do you think we'd do, let them starve?'

I have lots of memories surrounding Dad, not of him but little things like that. For example, once on my way to see Victoire for a midnight fly over the grounds, I stumbled upon a mirror. When I looked in there it showed me what I desired most, Mum and Dad. I asked Harry about it, the next time I saw him. He explained it all and then smiled sadly and whispered 'Same Mirror. Same Place. Different Orphan'