The meeting of utmost importance.
Warning: DH spoilers!
Disclaimer: Only the plot is mine!
Summary: Harry has a meeting and it is very, very important. Though it is not a buisness opportunity it is in fact, personal. Very personal. Seeing your godson for the first time is of course personal and there lies no doubt that it is important.
Today was the day. You are probably wondering what celebrated event is happening – a birthday, a wedding or maybe even a party. If you guessed any of the above; then you guessed wrong. Though don't be mistaken; it is a very special day indeed.
"How do I look?"
"You look fine honey."
"Is this tie ok?"
"Of course it is. The forest green accents your eyes beautifully dear."
"Are you sure?"
"Harry I'm positive."
"No, not my eyes, the shirt Ginny, does it go with the tie?"
" I already said it did. Harry are you sure you're not making too much of an effort?"
"Too much? Gin, first impressions count!"
"Yes I do understand that but honestly Harry, I doubt a two month old baby will really care about what you're wearing."
"I guess you're right. I think I'll ditch the tie."
So Harry Potter and the new Ginerva Potter set of to the Tonks' Household. By now, they were over an hour later and thankfully minus the tie. With some convincing on Ginny's part, the shirt had also been lost. Its replacement: a more comfortable and suitable light top.
The humble home of Andromeda, looked almost exactly as it had done all those months ago when Harry had last been there. As it is expected, with the passing of time, there were now a few additions - the front garden was now bordered with beautiful white roses which delicately swayed in the soft breeze. The right hand wall now had stalks of poison ivy crawling upwards. Yet, what was more striking was the small cluster of chrysanthemums, playing their role as centre piece perfectly. The distinct bubblegum pink was unmistakeable. Upon the doorstep of the house, which was the epitome of nature, stood Andromeda Tonks herself, smiling in apparent delight.
"So, I've heard they're now calling you the boy-who-lived twice"
The words portrayed no mockery, nor any negative attitudes. Only gratitude and kindness remained as the underlying meaning. The metaphorical ice had been broken and the possibility of any awkwardness had been washed away. The two Potters entered into the abode to which Dromeda welcomed them warm-heartedly. All anxiety had been obliviated.
So here's the first chapter! I hope to write two or three more and then a sequel! Enjoy. Oh BTW please review with any comments. Thank you.