For Vitzy…
I don't own anything…
~x~
"Dad?" fifteen year old Teddy's voice sounds uncertain as he approaches Harry in the kitchen, a bottle of water clutched in his hands.
The word "Dad" still has Harry smiling whenever he hears it from Teddy, still has him thankful that he is deemed a good enough replacement by both Teddy (though he's never known anything else) and Andromeda for him to have the privilege of being called this by the son of two of the bravest people he knew.
"Yes, Teddy?" he turns around to face the strapping boy, wondering what could have him so worried that he has to be asking Harry for help.
"I need to ask you a question," Teddy says simply, sitting down at the kitchen table in the seat that every one of the Potter (and adopted Lupin) children vie for when they're sitting down for dinner: it's the one furthest away from the scrutiny of Ginny when they say they've finished, the one closest to the dessert so they can choose which slice they want first.
"Shoot," Harry responds, taking the chair opposite his son and using his wand to shut the door from the noises of Lily yelling at James for stealing her blue eyeshadow.
"How did you ask Mum out?" Teddy mumbles, his eyes trained on the table with such an intensity he's almost trying to bore a hole in it.
Of course, Harry thinks to himself, this has been long coming. It's been something he's been dreading since he realised that he was the father figure for Teddy, having to reveal how his confusing love interest worked out.
"Um…well…basically, I liked her for a long time and she liked me and it sort of just happened…" Harry trails off, realising he's not explaining it very well. "We got together in a really dangerous time, Teddy, so you can't really base your feelings for…whoever…on me and your Mum," he watches as Teddy's head shoots up, his cheeks blazing red to match his suddenly crimson hair colour.
"I don't fancy someone," he tries to protest, but it's too late. "Alright, I do…but you have to promise not to tell anyone, ok?" he contradicts himself within a second.
"I promise, Teddy," Harry replies, a small smile on his lips as he remembers the feelings he had at fifteen.
"I like Victoire," he lets it out in one breath, looking away again and blushing even more heavily – if possible!
"Well, basically, just let things go as they are, Teddy, and just tell her how you feel," is the only thing that Harry can say in response, wondering how little Teddy with his blue hair is already asking about how to ask a girl out.
"You sure?" he looks back up again and directly at Harry, as if to see if he has been lying or is laughing at him.
"Absolutely; how else do you think me and your mum got together?" Harry laughs slightly at the memory of the post Quidditch cup euphoria – something probably better being left out of this conversation.
Visibly brightening, Teddy leaps to his feet and dumps the water bottle back on the table. "Thanks, Dad!" he says cheerfully, moving over to the door. "Be back later, kay?" he doesn't wait for an answer as he runs down the hall and out the door.
Smiling to himself, Harry stands up and picks up the Daily Prophet, his usual routine. Oh, how being fifteen hasn't changed one bit!
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Vicky xx