Teddy sighed. He and his father seemed to get along well, but the truth of the matter was that Harry was the only father Teddy had ever really know. Remus was almost like a stranger, who happened to share some DNA with him. But he hadn't been there for Teddy's birthdays, or when he needed a hug, or just someone to talk to. "I've always thought of you as my father." Teddy admitted, feeling slightly guilty. "Blood doesn't matter to me, it never has. I saw what it did to my grandmother."
"Actually, going over the spells again would be brilliant, and I know it would give Victoire a sense of security, which she could really use right about now." he managed a smile, wiping his eyes quickly. "And I'll mention the possibility of coming and staying with you for a few nights. I'm sure she'd love to." he added, feeling slightly better.