Ever since the naive age of three, Teddy had asked his grandparents for memories of his parents. He got these instead of birthday presents, only because he didn't want to put any of them to great expense. Last year, Charlie had surprised him, by giving him the memories of his mother's first day of school, he didn't have these kinds of things from his dad, because all his friends had died way before him. Though grandfather had tried to get in contact with anyone that had gone to school with him, gran could fill in certain things, like memories of Sirius and the times dad had gone to meet her in Hogsmeade with Sirius, James and the traitor Peter.

Teddy stumbled across a box, with the message: "For Teddy's seventeenth, memories of the battle", these were memories that he clearly wasn't supposed to see. He had found the box in Andromeda's wardrobe when he'd been getting rid of doxie's. He sat on the floor, clutching the box to his chest, he had a feeling that he knew what these memories contained. They would be the most emotional one's of all, the last contact that his parents had with his grandparents. Teddy felt himself tearing up, if at fourteen he couldn't handle the idea of these memories, what would he be like when he's seventeen?

Gran had found him curled up in a ball, still clutching the memories in their box, he had fallen asleep without realising it. He thought that he'd be in trouble for finding the memories, but he wasn't, instead Andromeda had held him and let him cry as much as he wanted too.