This is dedicated to Amaherst who suggested the story.


Summary: Harry's still dealing with his losses, with his fight, picking up the pieces. Andromeda can't face her grandson, can't love him. Can Harry make a life for himself and an orphan boy from what's left?

Chapter 1

It may even be painless Harry. I would not know. I have never died.

Dying? Not at all. Quicker and easier than falling asleep.

Fred Weasley's last laugh hadn't yet died from his face.

Remus and Tonks. Laid as though they were sleeping.

Sirius, taking an age to fall back through the archway.

James Potter, crumpling to the floor.

Lily Potter, her arms stretched out to protect her son, pleading for Harry's life.

Dumbledore, broken, at the bottom of the tower.

It may even be painless Harry. I would not know. I have never died.

Dying? Not at all. Quicker and easier than falling asleep.

Bow to death, Harry.

Scarlet eyes, a lipless mouth, a flat nose, a white, snake-like face.

Harry awoke with a start, drenched in sweat and breathing shallow, short, painful gasps.

"Harry? Are you OK?"

It took a moment for him to realise he wasn't in a graveyard, seconds from death, or watching people he loved die. He was, in fact, laid on the sofa in the burrow, tangled in a blanket. Voldemort wasn't looking at him, sneering at him. Voldemort was gone.

It took another moment for him to realise Ginny was leaned over him, looking at him in concern.

"Yes. I'm fine." He mumbled, sitting up and trying to level his breathing. "Why...why am I down here?"

"You fell asleep on the sofa." Ginny explained, handing him his glasses. "Mum didn't want to move you. She covered you up."

"Oh." Harry set to work untangling the blankets from his legs, and tried to block out the blank, empty faces that littered his dreams. Voldemort was gone. Dead.

It had been three days. Only three days since he had come close to losing everything, since he had done what he'd had to do.

And still, he was haunted.

"Are you sure you're OK?" Ginny asked softly. He nodded.

He'd spoken to Ginny a few times over the last three days. They'd talked. They'd cried. They'd kissed. But he still wasn't sure how things were between them. They hadn't talked about that. He was still getting used to the idea that it was all over, that he was alive. He couldn't face organizing his life.

He didn't know what he had left of a life. A part of him still thought he ought to have died in that battle, that his only purpose was to destroy Voldemort. Now Voldemort was gone, what was his point?

"Why are you down here?" He asked suddenly. The watch on her wrist said it was one in the morning.

"I couldn't sleep." She murmured. He threw the blanket onto the floor, shifted so she could sit down, but she didn't. There were dark circles under her eyes, and she was pale with exhaustion. It didn't look like she'd slept much recently.

"I forgot you were down here." She continued. "I'll just go back to my room -"

"No." He grabbed her wrist. "Don't. I - I mean...stay. Please." She sat.

"What's going on with us, Harry?" She sighed. "Are we...what are we?"

"I don't know." He murmured. "There's nothing to stop us anymore." He swallowed, and voiced the thing that had been bugging him for a while. "Did I mess it up with us? Can we ever go back to - to what we were, to being...together..."

It was possibly the most awkward thing he'd ever had to say. He'd possibly never have said it, if he hadn't been still shaken from the nightmare, tired, and looking at her pale, shadowed face.

"I think we can." She said. "I think...we'll just have to - to see how it goes."

"Yeah." Harry nodded. "I guess we will."


"Hermione. Come on!" Harry yelled.

"Gimme a minute!" Hermione yelled back, down the stairs.

"We'll leave without you!" Ron shouted threateningly.

"You wouldn't dare!" Hermione called back, equally as threatening.

"I hate it when she's right." Ron grinned.

A minute later, Hermione was in the hallway with Harry, Ron and Ginny.

"Are we ready?" She said brightly. Ron opened his mouth, and deciding he didn't want them to bicker, Harry quickly said "Let's go."

A second later, they were stood on Andromeda's doorstep. Harry knocked on the door; Andromeda opened it. No one was surprised to see her eyes red and swollen. Harry had visited Andromeda yesterday, the day before, and the day before that, and each time she'd been crying, on the verge of tears, or clearly had been crying moments before.

He couldn't blame her, really.

Andromeda led them inside without a word.

"He's in his bedroom." She said, throwing herself onto the sofa. She didn't lead them upstairs, didn't follow them. No one was surprised, but Harry found himself once again trying to stop himself thinking how distant Andromeda was from her grandson. She barely looked at him.

Teddy was awake when they entered the room, and waved as the four of them gathered around him. What hair he had was, today, green.

"Hey there, little guy." Harry said brightly, picking his godson up.

He was still undecided who Teddy looked like most. He was a perfect mixture of Remus and Tonks, a blended mixture, so it was hard to tell which part of him resembled who. Harry thought that might be better for Teddy. He would never have to grow up hearing that he looked like his father, that he had his mother's eyes, and have to sit wondering if that was true, wondering how his parents had felt about that...

They fussed over the baby, who was clearly loving all the attention. Well, good. He deserved a bit of attention, didn't he? When he was old enough to understand, he'd need a bit of attention.

"Harry." He hadn't heard Andromeda walk up the stairs, and jumped at the sound of her voice. "I need to talk to you. Downstairs." She stood in the doorway, looking nervous. Perplexed, Harry handed Teddy to Ginny, who was nearest, and followed Andromeda down the stairs.

"You're Teddy's godfather." Andromeda said softly, as Harry sat on a chair in the living room.

"I know."

She looked as though she was struggling with what to say, so Harry waited.

"I liked Remus." She said finally. "He was a good man who loved my daughter. But he was a werewolf. He wasn't good enough for her."

Anger prickled Harry, and he glared. "How dare you. He was good enough for her. Being a werewolf doesn't change what he was."

"I - I know it shouldn't - I - I - listen to me." She sounded close to tears again. "When my Ted had to go into hiding, I was going to go with him. We'd have gone abroad, where it was safe. If Dora hadn't been - been pregnant...He wanted me to stay with her, to help her and Remus. Ted stayed in the country so he could be close by. If we'd have gone abroad...he wouldn't have died..."

"So you blame Remus?" Harry demanded. He was on his feet now, though unaware of standing up.

"No." She took a deep breath, and, looking faintly disgusted at what she was saying, continued; "I blame Teddy."

Harry didn't know what to say to that, and so just stared at her, stunned.

"I can't help it. I know - I know he's just a baby, but if it wasn't for him...I don't love him, Harry. I can't look after him because I blame him. I...I want to go away. Just go away for a few months and deal with...everything. I can't look after him until I do. Could you - would you - take him - look after him - you are his - his - godfather -"

Harry still stared at her in stunned silence, unable to believe it. Surely he must have misunderstood?

"You - you want me to bring up Teddy?"

"For - for a little while..."

"You're going to abandon him? After - after he's lost his parents, you're going to leave him, too? You're the only family he has -"

"If I stay, I'll grow to hate him!" Andromeda cried. "If I go, I could - I could learn to love him -"

"Fine!" Harry yelled. "Fine! I'll take him, I'll bring him up! I'll look after him!"

"Please - don't be angry -"

"Of course I'm angry. You're going to abandon him! You're all the family he has -!"

"He has you!"

"Yes he does!" Harry yelled. "Go! Go far, far away, and don't come back for all I care!" Harry yelled, and turned, ran from the room and took the stairs two at a time.

"Pack Teddy's things up." He snapped, but Hermione, Ron and Ginny just stared at him.

"It sounded like...we could hear..." Hermione said slowly. "But - but surely..."

"She doesn't want him! She blames him! She needs to go away and sort herself out! Well that's fine, 'cause I'll look after Teddy. TEDDY DOESN'T NEED HER!" He yelled, so Andromeda could her him downstairs. Teddy started crying, loudly, and Harry grabbed him, held him tightly.

Together with Ron, Hermione and Ginny, he began to pack all of Teddy's clothes and toys into a trunk in the corner. Hermione waved her wand, sent the bigger things - the cot, the changing table - to the Burrow. Within a few minutes, everything was packed.

"Let's go." Harry snarled, still seething with rage. He picked up Teddy and one of the bags and started down the stairs.

"I'm sorry -" Andromeda said, but Harry silenced her with a look. Behind him, the others were wearing mingled looks of anger, disgust and pity, but Harry didn't see, didn't care, just stepped out of the house, turned on the spot, and vanished into nothingness.

Well, there it is. Let me know if I should continue.