Teddy took a few steadying breaths as his dad began to talk to him. This was real. His dad was back. His dad was here and he… seemed to really want to be his dad. Did that mean that he already knew? Did he come from his death?
Teddy allowed himself to sit up again, slower this time, and accept the water from his father. He took a careful sip, suddenly realizing how dry his lips and mouth felt. He ran a hand through his hair, which flickered from brown to blue for a moment. “It’s fine. So, you know about me?” He asked, that would help him gauge where his father was from.
“Do you know… if we got rid of Voldemort?” Teddy asked him. He had been knocked out before the end of the battle. He looked around the room quickly, but didn’t see anyone else from the battle there.