Same mirror - same place - different orphan by *button-bird
Imagine one of the professors, like Neville or Hagrid calling Harry in because Teddy’s been missing every now and then and seems upset, so Harry thinks about it and goes exactly where it’d been last time assuming Dumbledore had left it and finds the young boy in front of it and sits beside him. “Your mother and father?” He asks and Teddy looks over to him with puffy eyes and a worn out face.
"Yeah..how’d you know?"
"I came in here about your age, Teddy. I saw the same thing but it was my parents. Neither of us got the chance to know our parents but they were wonderful people."
"Uncle Harry… what were they like?"
"Your mother could lighten the tension in any room and always knew how to make someone smile. She could be serious too, and dangerous, especially if you called her Nymphadora. She was a hufflepuff and she was amazing at nearly anything."
"Your father.. I met him in third grade, the same year I met my godfather, I didn’t know who he was but I soon learned that he was a bit hurt that I didn’t. He was my dad’s best friend. He saved me many times and he was so brave, strong and caring, like you. They loved your very much."
"Then why’d they leave me?"
"It was a time of war. Your father came to help myself and others at the castle while your mother was supposed to be at home. She’s a free spirit and nothing could’ve stopped her from fighting alongside your father."
"They left me."
"No, Teddy, they didn’t. As a friend of mine once told me ‘the ones who love us never really leave us’. They’ve never left you." There was a few minutes of silence as Teddy sat back and leaned against Harry.
"What do you see now, uncle Harry?"
"The same. I still see my mother and father but they’re not alone. My deepest desire is to have my family alive and as I look into this mirror, I see all of them. My parents, your parents, my godfather, George Weasley’s twin, Fred. All of them."
"Fred’s the one who helps the sixth years pull off pranks, isn’t he?"
"I suppose he may be, I haven’t been here much since the war." Harry chuckled at the idea. George had mentioned his son was a little spooked one day. "Teddy, you can’t keep coming back in here."
"Because it hurts to stare into this mirror and know you can’t actually obtain what lies inside. I’ve asked McGonagall to allow me to take it to Grimmauld place and lock it away."
"But uncle Harry-"
"Teddy, just because you can see them, doesn’t mean it’s a perfect solution. Now, it’s dinner and McGonagall has offered to allow me to stay for a meal. Come on, let’s get you there."
"Okay.." Harry helped Teddy up and they began walking down the hall until they reached the great hall. As Harry stepped inside with Teddy, murmurs erupted from every side of the room and James, Albus, and the others waved as they approached them and Teddy sat down at his table. Harry moved to the head table and sat beside McGonagall and Hagrid and the feast began.It was nice to see things hadn’t changed too much and though the mirror still hurt no matter what, Teddy, Harry knew, would be alright.