Father of Mine
Summary: Harry has spent years raising his godson, Teddy. But Harry's life is never without complications, and when a magical outburst is tracked in the middle of the Forbidden Forest, one has to wonder what, or who, is there. Could it be two men that mean the most to Harry and Teddy? AU. Rated for language.
This first chapter is just to develop the relationship between Harry and Teddy, next chapter will actually have present time and the actual plot. This story will be four chapters long, maybe five if I do an epilogue. Enjoy x
I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING EXCEPT THE PLOT
Chapter 1: Through the Years
Sunday, June 20, 1999
Harry apparated in front of the Tonks' home, ready to pick up his godson. Clearly nervous, he rubbed his hands together as he approached the front door and knocked three times. It swung open revealing an aging woman, supporting a year old baby on her arm.
"Harry!" She exclaimed, using her free arm to hug him softly, careful not to squish the baby between them. "Come in, come in! I have all his things packed up for him, ready to go!"
Harry gave her a smile, already beginning to relax. "Thank you, Andromeda. For taking care of him this past year while I made up my final year and this past weekend while I renovated the house for him." He closed the door behind him and followed her into the sitting room.
Andromeda waved her hand at him, brushing his gratitude off. "It was no problem, really." She gave him a smile and adjusted the baby on her hip. "Teddy was an excellent little boy this past year, it'll be sad to see him leave." She gestured for him to sit on the couch and held the baby out for him to hold.
He smiled back and took the baby, sitting him on his hip and giving his nose a tap. "Besides," she added, "You were here nearly every weekend anyway." She joked as her smile widened. "Let me go and get his things."
Harry stared at the baby thoughtfully. "Well, Teddy, let's see if I do well at this whole 'parenting' thing, eh?" Hearing the baby giggle in response, Harry hugged him closer to his chest and gave the baby a gentle kiss on his head.
Tuesday, January 8, 2002
"I don't understand, Harry!" A female voice screeched.
"Teddy is my main concern, Ginny. I'm not going to push him away at all, even if it's unintentional. I'm not willing to take that chance. He needs a family!" Harry returned, just as forcefully, but quieter.
Ginny nearly growled at the explanation. "Just because you have Teddy doesn't mean you shouldn't start your own family! With me!"
"Yes, it does!" He casted a silencing charm around the room they were in. "I love you, Ginny, but starting a family isn't on my list of things to do at the moment--"
"Well, it's on mine!" She interrupted, crossing her arms across her chest.
Harry sighed and rubbed his temples. "Then we can't be together. I won't hold you back from your goals, Gin. Go find a man that wants a big family with you, because I'm not that man. I'm sorry." He gave her a disappointed look, and turned away, leaving her in the room alone. He could hear her sobbing and roar of the floo fire through the door he had just closed.
Harry sprinted up the stairs to Teddy's bedroom, going to check that Ginny's yelling didn't wake the three-year-old from his afternoon nap.
Saturday, July 31, 2004
Harry woke up to a strange creaking sound and movement coming the left side of his bed. He sat up and looked at the source of his disturbance, smiling at the young boy jumping happily on his bed.
"Happy Birthday, Uncle Harry!" The high, young voice yelled happily, stopping his jumping to hug Harry around his waist. "How old are you now?"
Harry ruffled the boy's hair. "I'm twenty-four, kid."
Teddy stared at him amazed, his mouth hanging open. "You're so old!" Harry laughed and gave the boy a hug. "Come on, let's get breakfast." The boy hopped off the bed as Harry swung his legs over the side, swaying slightly as he stood.
As they walked to the kitchen, Teddy ran in front of Harry and held is arms out to stop the man from entering the kitchen. "Wait!" He exclaimed, "Don't you want your present?" He asked excitedly.
Harry knelt down to Teddy's level and smiled at him. "I don't really need a present, Teddy, I have you." He kissed the boys head lovingly.
"Well, see, my present IS me! Just...watch and listen, please?" Teddy asked with pleading eyes. Harry nodded, and the boy grinned at him again.
Harry watched as Teddy closed his eyes and squished up his face thoughtfully. Suddenly Teddy's normally blue hair turned to a raven color with a windswept look, his nose became just a bit smaller, and the general look of his face changed to appear like man in front of him.
As the boy opened his eyes, Harry saw that they were emerald with a small, amber ring around the center. Harry felt tears build in his eyes, and Teddy, seeing Harry's response, held his hand out to stop the man from saying anything.
"That's not all." Teddy paused and stepped closer to Harry. "I know that you aren't my real dad...but, you're the closest thing I've got to one," Teddy was rubbing his hands together nervously, similar to what Harry did when he was nervous. "And I love you like you were my dad...and I was wondering if, instead of 'Uncle Harry', I could call you dad?" Teddy looked into Harry's eyes, silently begging him to say yes.
Harry wiped the tears from his eyes and pulled Teddy close to him. "Of course you can call me dad, Ted," He whispered softly, pulling back slightly to kiss him on his head.
"Great, 'cause that's why I changed my appearance. To look more like you!" He shook some of his new black hair out of his face. "Are you sure you're okay with me calling you dad though? I mean you're crying over it..." He reached out to wipe more tears from Harry's face.
Harry chuckled throatily, "I'm crying because I'm happy, kid. You make me incredibly happy, and I don't think you even try."
"Nope!" The boy cried grinning. "Now, I want pancakes, so let's GO!" He took his new father's hand and pulled him into the kitchen, Harry laughing the whole way.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Harry sat up straight in his bed when he heard a heart-wrenching scream coming from down the hall. He scrambled out of bed and grabbed his robe, sprinting down the hall into Teddy's bedroom.
Seeing him thrash around in his bed, Harry knelt down next to the side of the boy's bed and took him into his arms. "Teddy, son, you have to wake up, it's just a nightmare, it's not real!" When the boy began to cry, Harry knew he was awake, and held the boy closer to him.
When the sobs died down, Teddy leaned back and used his fist to wipe the tears off his face. "Sorry," He muttered.
Harry shook his head vigorously. "Don't be, Ted. I used to have nightmares all the time, it's not your fault you had one." Harry kissed his head, his trademark gesture, and snuggled closer to the eight-year-old.
After a few minutes of silence, Teddy whispered, "Dad?" A grunt in response told him to continue. "Do you think my real father would've minded that I call you dad?"
The silence continued, until Harry gave a small sigh. "Well, kid. . .Remus was compassionate enough to realize that you need a dad in your life, and I don't think he would've minded. . .as long as you remembered him, too."
"I wouldn't forget that he's my father...but you're my dad. Does that make sense?" Teddy asked quietly.
Harry turned over on the bed to face his son. "Perfect sense, Ted."
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
"Dad! Come quick, hurry, it's here!" An eleven-year-old boy yelled excitedly, racing towards the window where a professional-looking owl was waiting, letter tied to it's foot.
Teddy wrenched the door open and took the letter from the owl, petting it's feathers and giving it a treat from the dish sitting beneath the window. The owl hooted happily and flew off into the morning sky.
The young boy went into the kitchen to open the heavy letter, and heard a man follow him.
"Well, it is your birthday," Harry started. "It shouldn't be too much of a surprise that you're Hogwarts letter came." He crossed over to Teddy, ruffling up the boy's black hair that matched his own. "Besides, look at your parents; they both went to Hogwarts. And," Harry paused to sweep his hair back and flash Teddy an arrogant grin, "Look at me. Of course you're going to Hogwarts."
Teddy snorted. "Was that an impression of that Lockhart guy you told me about in the Chamber of Secrets bedtime story?" He gripped his letter tighter, ready to open it.
"Glad you picked up on that, I definitely wasn't serious," Harry sat down at the kitchen table and watched as his adopted son jumped with excitement. "Oh, just open it!" Harry yelled, laughing at his son's antics.
Teddy took a deep breath to try and stop his trembling fingers, then flipped the letter over to break the seal on the back. Taking the letter out, he read the first sentence that every child recites aloud to their parents.
"Dear Mr. Lupin-Potter, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Teddy squealed happily, then his hand shot up to cover his mouth in embarrassment. "I didn't just squeal like a girl what are you talking about, Dad..." He muttered sarcastically.
Harry chuckled and ruffled up his hair again. "Excited, kid?"
"Unbelievably so." Teddy returned, and turned to hug his father. "Do you want me to get into Gryffindor like you and my father?" He asked quietly.
Harry shook his head. "I just want you to be happy and comfortable, it doesn't matter what house you're in. I mean," He started, "Your father was in Gryffindor, your mother was in Hufflepuff, your grandmother, Andromeda, was in Slytherin, and someone in this family has to have been in Ravenclaw," He wondered, trying to think of someone. "Maybe that will be you?" He asked rhetorically.
Teddy nodded and couldn't help but wonder, 'Will I make my family proud?'
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
"Happy Christmas, Teddy!" Harry reached over to ruffle his son's hair, but Teddy ducked out of the way and held his arms up in a defensive manner.
"Please don't wreck my hair even more than it already is. I should've realized back when I was six that if I copied your hair, it would also be impossible to manage. And, just so you know, this whole 'messed up look' isn't sexy!"
Harry stuck his tongue out at the boy and pulled his robe tighter around him, collapsing onto the couch beside their large Christmas tree.
"Let's open presents, and I'll get you back later for insulting my hair." Harry patted his own hair down and gestured for Teddy to get his presents. Teddy took a seat on the carpet by the fire, pulling his presents toward him and handing Harry the ones addressed to him.
After opening the presents they had received from other people and families, like the Weasleys and Teddy's friends from Hogwarts, only two presents were left. Both for each other, from each other.
"You go first, dad." Teddy offered, holding out a crimson-colored present with a square shape. Harry smiled at him and opened it slowly, gasping at what was inside.
"How the bloody Hell did you get this?" Harry asked dumbfounded. In his lap a battered, hand made book entitled, "Rules of the Marauders: Follow them, or pay the price!" Completely hand written, the book was filled with silly rules like,
"Never give Padfoot sugar after eight o'clock at night."
or, "Don't let Moony read for more than three hours on Saturday, he needs some fun in his life."
But also had some more-serious ones like,
"Never let your fellow Marauder take all the blame."
and, "The Marauders are your brothers—don't let them down."
Harry felt the tears in his eyes, wiping them away hastily. "I feel like such a girl, crying over this." He muttered embarrassed.
Teddy shook his head and gave him a hug. "They were your parents, too. Padfoot, Prongs, and Moony were. That's why I thought it would be perfect for you," Teddy explained.
Harry nodded vigorously and kissed his son on his head. "Thank you, truly." Harry took a deep breath to calm down and placed the book on the end-table beside him. "Now my present seems really stupid. . ." He summoned two presents, one large and skinny and one medium size and heavy, both wrapped with blue and silver wrapping paper, and handed it to Teddy wordlessly.
Teddy unwrapped them both quickly, eyes lighting up at what he saw. "These definitely aren't stupid, thank you so much! I've been needing more supplies for months!" He yelled, clearly excited, and hugged Harry again.
On the floor in front of him was a large pad of drawing paper and a box of different drawing materials, like colored pencils and pastels. Teddy had started to draw when he first started Hogwarts, and every summer when they went to Diagon Alley to get his school supplies, they would pick up some art supplies as well. He had run out from all the drawing he had been doing.
Harry laughed and kissed his head, "Glad you like them." He gestured for Teddy to sit next to him on the couch, and they both silently gazed at the crackling fire in front of them.
Wednesday, April 22, 2015
Teddy sat munched on his breakfast in the Great Hall on his birthday, chatting quietly with the other students around him, all dressed in Ravenclaw's colors. He watched as a black owl swooped in front of him and landed right next to his toast, and dropped a letter onto the slightly burnt bread.
Picking it up, Teddy recognized the messy scrawl of his name, and knew immediately who it was from.
Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. I can't even believe this. You're bloody SEVENTEEN years-old! Time flies when you're having fun, eh? Well, I had fun, I don't know about you. Either way, I just wanted to wish you a fantastic day of course, but how fantastic can it be, I'm not there with you?"
Teddy stopped reading to laugh out loud, while his classmates turned to look at him. He waved his hand to dismiss them and continued reading.
"And I know you just laughed outright mocking me. . .Anyway, this summer will be excellent, you know. You're of age now! But you're still a sixth year, so I'm still going to make sure you don't do anything stupid and kill yourself, okay? (That probably won't stand true during the summer. . .Oh, well. At least I can say I tried to be a good parent.) I already gave you your present during Easter holidays, and I'm sure you enjoyed the Lightning Bolt, also known as the fastest fucking broom in the world. Enjoy your day, and remember that I love you, kid. Damn I sound cheesy. Anyway, cause some chaos, and make me proud! -Harry
Teddy smiled again at the letter, tucking it away in his pocket. This summer is going to be the best one yet, he thought happily.
To be continued...