This time, on the platform, Harry spots people he knows. Thanks to Teddy, he gets to speak to Neville and Luna for the first time since The Battle of Hogwarts.

Teddy runs away from Draco and Harry  to embrace a beautiful young girl. Harry looks to Draco and smiles.

"This must be the famous Nicole." Sharing a look, they walk to the girl's parents. Harry embraces them both, but Draco stands by awkwardly. Suddenly, Luna hugs him, and he hesitantly rests his hand on her back. When she breaks off, she's smiling the way only she can smile.

"It's been to long. I'm afraid I didn't get to speak to you much in school." Luna looks at Draco softly, but it was obvious she was speaking to the both of them.

"Well, I admit I wasn't the best person in school." Draco looks down, embarrassed.

"You were good enough for Harry." She makes no further comment, and Draco eagerly drops it.
                       ~~~~~
"Draco, can I talk to you?" Teddy was reading in the large library when Draco walked in.

"Yes, of course. What do you need?" Draco sits at the opposite end of the soft couch and faces Teddy.

"Do you believe in love at first sight?" Draco ponders the question deeply before answering.

"Not really, I must admit. Why do you ask?"

"Nothing, but wasn't it like that for you and Harry?"

"Not at all, Ted. It was more like hate at second conversation." Draco remembers that time when he was getting his robes fitted, and saddens at his own ignorance.

"You two hated each other?"

"Very much. All the way up to our seventh year. So, no, I don't believe in love at first sight, but I do believe in love. I didn't until I met Harry in seventh year. He changed my life. I think that's why Narcissa was so easy to accept him. She saw that it was love between us. That it was real, because the odds against us were so huge, but we survived anyway."

"Okay, thank you. But, can you call Harry over here. I want to speak to him about something. It has nothing to do with love, you answered that for me." Teddy grins, and Draco agrees. Five minutes later, Harry enters the library and sits down.

"How can I help you, Ted?"

"Can you tell me about my parents?" All the humor in Harry's mood quickly disappears.

"Um, of course. What do you want to know?" Harry clears his throat stiffly.

"What were they like?"

"Well, I didn't know your mother too well, but whenever I saw her she was always trying to lighten the mood. I think happiness was an important thing for her. And your father, well, I knew him better. He was best friends with my father when they were in school. He taught Defense Against The Dark Arts in my third year. He left, though, because he was afraid."

"Afraid if what?"

"Of what he was capable of. I told you he was a werewolf, right? He was afraid if what he would do."

"Did the Headmaster know he was a werewolf?"

"Oh yes, but he knew Lupin well, ever since he was a boy. He knew Lupin would do everything he could to make sure he didn't hurt anyone, but Lupin still refused to put anyone at risk."

"Oh... Do you know how they died?" Harry's throat closes up. He clears it again, but it makes no difference.

"Uh, yes I do..." Harry ponders how to tell Teddy, but comes up with something quickly. "They- They died for a better world. They died to make the world a bit better, a bit safer, a bit brighter, so you could live the life you deserved. They died fighting for what they believed in, and I want you to know they didn't died in vain." Teddy nods gravely, and Harry silently leaves the room.

Teddy pulls a folded up, worn out, paper from his pocket. On it is two people, holding a blue haired baby. They're all laughing, and a girl with bubble-gum pink hair leans down and kisses the top of the baby's head. A tear falls from Teddy's eye, and he closes them. Gleeful laughing echoes through his head. Harry watches from the door as Teddy's hair slowly turns bubble-gum pink.