All That Matters

Summary: Harry's godson is one of the most important things to him in the when the six-year-old goes missing, getting him back is all that matters...

Chapter 1

"Shall we go to the park?" Andromeda Tonks said brightly to her grandson.

"Yeah!" Six-year-old Teddy Lupin yelled.

"Go get your shoes and a jacket then." Andromeda smiled at him, and the little boy ran off. About a minute later, he was back, with his shoes and jacket on, bouncing from his tiptoes to the flats of his feet excitedly.

"Ah, Teddy." Andromeda said. "Hair." Teddy paused, and then when he realised what his grandma meant, changed his hair from messy turquoise to messy light brown. "Good boy. And you know, you could make it tidy. Just once." Teddy shook his head, smirking, and bounded for the door.

"Wait, what colour are your eyes today?" Andromeda asked, and, rolling them, Teddy turned back to show her his blue eyes. "OK, go on then." Teddy's favourite eye colour, currently, was purple, which was fine when he was inside, but he couldn't go running around outside with purple eyes and turquoise hair - the muggles were bound to notice.

"Going to Harry's later?" Teddy asked, as they walked down the street.

"Yes. He'll pick you up at about half five." Andromeda replied. Teddy started to run ahead, then turned back and closed the distance between his grandma and himself.

"Hurry up." He said, and Andromeda sped up her pace a little bit to keep up with the energetic boy.

They reached the park and Teddy bounded of to the big apparatus in the middle without a backward glance. It had nets to climb on and monkey bars and a tunnel that lead to a separate platform with a slide on, and a pole to slide down and Andromeda was personally convinced it was a death trap. She couldn't ever talk Teddy out of going on it, though, so she contented herself with sitting on a bench and watching him like a hawk.

Teddy was the fearless kind of kid, the kind who'd jump across the room from one sofa to another, the kind who'd climb walls instead of walking around them, who'd jump from the top of wheelie-bins just to see if he could land on his feet. Once, last year, she'd caught him climbing up a bookcase to see what was on the top. She'd nearly had a heart attack, pulled him down and told him that it wasn't safe to climb up something that broke so often, and he'd looked her innocently in the eye and said he'd wanted to see what was on the top of the bookcase, in the little space between the top and the ceiling.

There'd been nothing on top of the bookcase anyway.

So Andromda watched as Teddy clambered up the net to the top, slid down the pole, climbed up again and zipped across the monkey bars, then through the translucent yellow tunnel to the other platform.

The other platform was out of sight, but Andromeda didn't really worry. There was only a slide on that platform, and a fence all around it, so Teddy couldn't possible hurt himself. She knew he'd slide down, then run around to this side and climb back up. So she waited.

When a few minutes past and she didn't see him run around, she only panicked a little bit, and told herself he must have gone onto something else in the park, a swing, a roundabout, one of those little bike things that moved backwards and forwards and seemed very pointless to her.

Then she realised she could see every apparatus in the park. And she panicked a little more.

Vaguely wishing she'd told Teddy to make his hair a more vivid colour - red, maybe - Andromeda stood up and called his name. And when he didn't answer, she called his name again.

If she'd have let him keep his hair turquoise, it would be easier to see him.

"Teddy!" She all but screamed the name, her voice high and scared now, her heart beating fast. Teddy was all she had left, she couldn't lose him too. She'd lost her husband and daughter in such quick concession, didn't even have her son-in-law left. Teddy was all she had.

She moved around the park, shaking violently, still calling his name. The other kids and parents had stopped, and turned to look at her.

"Are you OK?" A nearby woman asked. Andromeda shook her head, her face stark white now.

"My Teddy." Andromeda choked. "Where's my little boy?"

"It's OK." The woman said, but she looked worried too. "What does he look like?"

"Uh, brown hair today. Blue eyes." Andromeda said, not even noticing the way the woman looked at her when she said today. "Wearing blue jeans, red t-shirt."

"I saw him." A man was stood nearby, with his wife, and looking at Andromeda. "I just saw him leave."

"Leave?" Andromeda repeated. Teddy wouldn't just leave. He knew better than that.

"Yeah. Left with some man."

"A...a man?" Andromeda murmured. Harry? Or Ron? One of the Weasley's?

She couldn't help but hope, because that would mean Teddy was safe, but she knew that none of them would have just taken him. And Teddy wouldn't have just left.

"Had long hair." The man added. "Tied back." He sounded disgusted by this. "Weird clothes, too."

"What?" Andromeda asked sharply.

"Like a vicar. Like a dress."

Robes, Andromeda thought. It was a wizard. But not one she knew. It wasn't someone she knew.

"Teddy - Teddy just went with him?"

"Yeah...well, he looked like maybe he was trying to say something, but he wasn't making any sound." Silencing charm, Andromeda thought. So Teddy wouldn't scream, or call to her.

"We'll call the police." The woman who'd first spoke to her said gently, but Andromeda knew the muggle police wouldn't be able to help.

"I'll do that." Andromeda said absently. "Which was did they go?" When the man pointed, Andromeda ran in that direction.

A wizard wouldn't just walk him away though. Once out of sight, he'd have disapparated. Or maybe even pulled Teddy onto a broom. Something.

She'd call the ministry. Law enforcement at the ministry. They'd find him. They'd get him back.

She didn't allow herself to think that she wouldn't get Teddy back, because without him, she wasn't sure she could keep living.