Silent Approval
A/N: If you haven't, I suggest you read what I have of American Homecoming that's written so that you know who Tommy, Mina, and Zephyr are. I've decided to write a collection of one-shots after thoroughly enjoying the one's written by Rorshcach's Blot and Ie-Maru, who is welcome to request an idea for a one-shot anytime.
Harry Potter lay sleeping peacefully in the bed of his cousin Tommy. Harry's nightmares had been bugging him, so Tommy's wife Mina had brought out the big guns to get her husband to bring Harry to their room: the puppy-face, along with quivering lower lip and whimper. Tommy had quickly caved, and went to get his cousin. He had levitated the still-thrashing teen into the master bedroom and gently laid him under the covers and hopped in, effectively sandwiching a now calm Harry between him and his wife.
Mina had been thrilled with the arrangement, and had immediately begun to pet the teen, cooing sweet little words in his ear. This didn't surprise him in the least however, as his wife was always finding something or someone to coddle. Harry was just her latest target. Tommy almost felt sorry for him, but then realized that his wife was now too distracted by Harry to coddle her husband. This cheered Tommy up considerably, since Mina could be a little smothering sometimes.
He only hoped Harry wouldn't freak out too badly when he woke up in a different bed. His attention was brought back to the present when his wife leaned up and kissed him. "Remind me to thank your mother for inviting Harry here for the summer. He's such a cute little thing, and you know how I am with cute little things."
He chuckled at the smile on her face. "Oh yes I know exactly how you get Darling. I've experienced it many times first hand." He kissed her and they both snuggled down into the covers, each throwing an arm around Harry.
And as he looked at the sleeping little angel, he began to feel something familiar. When he realized what it was, he nearly laughed aloud. Looking back at the day Zephyr was born, he realized he thought of Harry as his own. He had always wanted a son, and complications after Zephyr's birth made it impossible for Mina to bear any more children. Both had been devastated, but happy to at least have been gifted with one child. But that didn't matter in his mind now, and neither did the fact that Harry was the same age as his youngest brothers, who were twelve years younger than him. As far as he was concerned, Harry was his child and woe be to anyone fool enough to mess with the child of a Doggson, biological or adopted.
And unknown to Tommy, the spirits of his Uncle James and Aunt Lily were watching, pleased with Harry's self-appointed new father, as they gave their silent approval.
