~I hope to make a series of one-shots about Teddy and Harry's relationship. Let me know what you think or if I should keep going~

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything else you recognize.

It had been a couple of days after the war. Harry felt the need to get away from the solemn silence at the Burrow and he told Mrs. Weasley he would be going to Andromeda's house to meet his godson.

He apparated a few feet from the familiar house and took a few deep breaths before nervously knocking on the door. The door opened and a weary Andromeda answered. She looked as if she hadn't slept for days, which was probably the case. Her eyes were red-rimmed, her skin was pale, and there were dark shadows under her eyes. She managed a quick and partial smile at seeing Harry.

"Hi, Mrs. Tonks. Could I see Teddy?" he asked, with some lingering hesitance.

"Of course, of course. Come in, Harry," she ushered him into the house and led him in. The house had not changed much, but for a crib in the corner of the room, bottles scattered on the floor, and new photographs of Teddy. Harry cautiously approached the crib, and when he saw Teddy's smiling face and tuft of turquoise hair, he was overcome with a wave of inexplicable guilt. He clutched at the bars for support as he thought of Tonks and Remus, who would never be able to raise their son. And Teddy, who would never know a mother or father. It reminded him remarkably of himself, but Harry swore he would see to it that Teddy would have a far better childhood than he.

"Would you like to hold him?" Andromeda asked, scooping up the giggling baby and offering him to Harry. Harry delicately took the baby, terrified that he might drop or break him like he was fragile glass. Teddy reached out and stole Harry's glasses, throwing them onto the floor.

Andromeda sighed. "Sorry about that." She bent down to pick up the glasses, and when she stood back up she noticed a wide grin blooming on Harry's face. More comfortable, he tickled Teddy's stomach, grinning even wider when the baby laughed and squirmed.

Still smiling, Harry asked, "Could I stay a little bit? To play with Teddy?"

"That's fine," Andromeda replied. "I'll be upstairs, call me if you need anything."

"Thanks so much, Mrs. Tonks."

Andromeda paused. "Andromeda, Harry," she corrected gently. She then went back upstairs to peruse through some of her old photo albums of Nymphadora and Ted. About a half hour later, the laughing and squealing from downstairs stopped abruptly. Andromeda carefully set down her album to see if anything was wrong, when suddenly Teddy began wailing. She ran down the rest of the stairs to see Harry's horror-struck face as he held the screaming baby.

"I don't know what happened! What did I do?"

With a note of amusement, Andromeda replied, "He needs to have his nappy changed, Harry."

Relief flooded his face, before the dismay returned. "I don't know how to change a nappy."

"I'll teach you. Come over here." Andromeda took Teddy from Harry's arms and laid him over a towel on the bathroom counter, then undid the dirty nappy. Andromeda searched through her cabinet, finding a nappy and a cloth and giving both to Harry.

"What's the cloth for?" Harry asked just as a spurt of urine struck his face. Andromeda could not contain her giggles at Harry's revulsion. Teddy squealed with laughter.

"Ugh! You did that on purpose!"

"Next time, you ought to hold the cloth over him while you put the new nappy under him, like so. Then you won't get sprayed." Andromeda demonstrated quickly with ease. "Now pin the cloth together, but don't prick him. I'll scourgify the dirty nappy." Harry found it difficult to pin the edges together while Teddy wriggled around, but he managed. Andromeda examined the pin and made him redo it more than once to make sure the nappy wouldn't fall off.

For another half hour, Harry and Andromeda both cooed over Teddy, tickling him and giving him toys.

Harry was holding Teddy, studying his face, when Andromeda told him, "You're going to be a good father, Harry." Harry looked up with surprise.

"I am?"

"Yes. I can see it in the way you treat Teddy."

Harry wondered how he could be a good father. He didn't have parents to guide him, and the Dursleys were not a model for good parenting. He had issues with father-figures in his life, with Sirius dying soon after he'd met him and Remus following shortly after. He supposed if anything, he would rely on Mr. and Mrs. Weasley to use their methods. Parenting was an art.

Suddenly, Teddy took a great yawn and his eyelids drooped. Harry took him to his crib, and laid a kiss on his forehead before tucking him in.

"I'll come see you soon Teddy." He turned to Andromeda. "Thank you very much, Andromeda."

"It was my pleasure. This is the first time I've laughed since the war. Thank you, Harry. I hope you'll visit often." She gave him a brief hug. "And make sure to shower when you get home." Harry simply laughed.