Well, here it is. The last chapter. There's a time skip, but I like ending it this way. So, let's see what you think.

Chapter 23

"How're you feeling, then?" Harry asked. Across the room, Teddy Lupin looked up, pale and anxious and twenty-two years old.

"Nervous." He said truthfully. "I shouldn't be nervous. I want to do this. I really do. Why am I nervous?"

"It's normal." Harry assured him, slightly amused at his godson. "It doesn't mean you don't love Victoire, or don't want to marry her. It's just...natural."

"OK. That's OK." Teddy murmured. "Ah...you don't think we're too young, do you?"

"Too young?" Harry repeated, and shook his head. "You're a year older than I was when I married Ginny."

"Oh. Yeah. But...Victoire's only twenty." Teddy continued, deciding it was best to get out all his doubts in one go.

"And Ginny was only twenty when we married." Harry replied patiently. "Teddy...you want to marry her, right?"

"Yes."

"Then why are you worrying so much?"

Teddy hesitated. "Well...I guess...what if...what if she regrets it? In a few years, she could decide she doesn't want to be tied down so young and...and..." It was, right now, his greatest fear. And admitting it was like swallowing his pride.

"She won't." Harry said firmly. "She loves you every bit as much as you love her."

"Yeah?"

"Yes. Now, what are you doing with your hair? 'Cause Molly'll kill you if you go with it like that."

Teddy reached up to touch the sapphire coloured mess that was his current hair, and grinned.

"Gotta find your fun where you can. But I'll change it."

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"Is he ready yet?" Ginny asked Harry, casting her eyes to the ceiling as though she could somehow see through it into Teddy's room.

"He'll be on time. We've got time." Harry replied. Was everyone all nervous and weird today?

"I know. I know." Ginny replied, lowering her eyes again.

"You know, I think you're more stressed about this whole thing than Teddy is." Harry said thoughtfully, and earned a glare, then a reluctant grin.

"Maybe. It's weird, that's he's all grown up and...well. Getting married. Our Teddy. All grown up and getting married." She repeated, as though saying the words would make it sink in.

"You always said he and Victoire would get together. You and Hermione." Harry pointed out, as fifteen-year-old James entered the room, tugging at the neck of his dress robes.

"Yes. And you and Ron could never see it." Ginny said, absently trying to flatten her son's hair.

"Mum, you know it isn't going to lie down." James protested, ducking away and dropping into one of the kitchen chairs.

"Well, they were kids. I wasn't going to see it, was I?" Harry said, and caught hold of Al as he entered the room, and fixing the sleeve of his dress robes, which had rolled up a little.

"Dad - I can fix it myself." Al muttered, but waited until his dad had finished before sitting down next to his brother.

"It wasn't 'cause they were kids." Ginny said, looking over Lily as she entered the room. "It's 'cause you're a guy. And you've never been able to see stuff like that. Lily, don't get juice down your robes.

Looking up, Lily rolled her eyes and screwed the lid back on the bottle. "Mum, I'm twelve. Not four. I can drink without spilling it." As if to prove it, she lifted the half-full glass and drained it.

"I'm ready." Teddy said, stepping in through the door, his hair black and tidy, and his eyes - well he couldn't look too normal, could he? - his favourite dark purple. He smiled nervously. "Let's go."

"Finally." James said loudly, then grinned at Teddy.

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Andromeda straightened her hat, and wondered if she might be better off just not going to the wedding. She didn't want to cause trouble, did she? And most of the Weasleys were decidedly cold towards her.

Not that she could blame them. She was probably lucky to be invited at all. She was probably lucky Teddy didn't hate her.

"Here we go." She murmured.

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The wedding was not small. There had never been any chance of that, what with the Weasley family being like they were. And then there were friends of the bride and groom, some of the Hogwarts teachers and the old members of the order that Teddy had grown up with, Fleur's family, and some of the workers and most of the kids from the orphanage, including the ones who'd already left Phoenix House and had their own homes.

And Hagrid, of course, who took up quite a lot of space on his own.

And yet, Teddy thought, he couldn't think of anyone he wouldn't want here.

He could, of course, think of a couple of people he would like to be here.

"What do you think, huh?" He murmured, quietly enough that no one around him could hear. "Mum, dad? Do you like it? Do you like her? I think you would...I do. Wish you could be here. But I'm OK. You know that, don't you? I've been OK, with Harry and Ginny and everyone."

He caught himself, smiled a little.

He scanned the guests, waving at Andromeda, because she was looking so awkward and out of place, and wondered if he ought to feel more affection for his grandmother.

But you couldn't feel what you didn't.

He smiled at Ron and Hermione, then shifted his eyes to Ginny, who waved at him, smiling proudly. He grinned at her, then at Harry, who grinned back, then turned his gaze to the end of the isle, and waited.

"Look at him." Hermione whispered. "Getting married. Little Teddy, all grown up. It doesn't seem twenty-two years ago that we brought him to the Burrow, does it?"

"The wedding hasn't even started. How can you be crying?" Ron replied, and Hermione hit him lightly on the arm.

"We did OK with him, don't you think?" Ginny murmured to Harry, looking at the boy she loved, she'd raised.

"We did great with him." Harry replied. "He's a great kid, despite it all..."

"So are the rest of us." James put in absently, causing his parents to smile, scanning the crowd himself. "And how come Andromeda's sitting way back there?"

Harry bit back what he was about to say - that she didn't deserve to be any closer - and let Ginny answer.

"Victoire and Teddy wanted close family at the front." She said carefully. "Andromeda is sat as close as they could fit her."

"What you really mean," Al said, "is that they don't count her as family. Don't you?"

"Al. Shh." Lily, sat between her brothers, hissed. "Look!" Everyone turned, as Victoire started down the isle, her eyes fixed ahead of her, on Teddy.

And Teddy watched her, so intently he barely noticed the people around them.

Molly, Fleur and even Ginny dissolved into tears. Andromeda closed her eyes, oddly pleased that she felt tearful herself.

Victoire reached him, smiled at him, and he knew it didn't matter they were young, that there was no chance of her deciding this was a mistake - or him, for that matter - and knew that they'd be OK.

And he knew, that somehow, somewhere, his parents knew what was happening, and they knew that he was happy.