IM SORRY *sobs* im a bad person.
BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD ABD (oops) BAD person. I haven't updated in ages. And im leaving. Where? We don't know. But our beautiful relationship has come to an end. So ill give you one last one-shot. A song fic, of a kind. Here you go, and know, my beautiful readers, that i will be back. Not today. Not tomorrow, but someday after I watch that movie which that quote is from. I love you all.
Dedicated to Owen James Green. My dear boy, you will never know the ways i would have corrupted your tiny mind with sci fi and fantasy. And tell you that your first name is from torchwood, and your middle name from harry potter. I love you, sweet cousin.
"Golden slumber
Kiss your eyes,
Smiles await you
When you rise.
Sleep little baby
Don't you cry
And I will sing you a lullaby"
Harry's quiet voice floated through Grimmauld Place as he sung to the small baby who would not sleep. He took a breath and began again, a song he only half remembered being sung by a man with long black hair and cool gray eyes. One glance at Andromeda told him she was out for the count and that he was on his own with the singing thing. The boy was asleep now, and Ginny padded in quietly, took Teddy, whose hair was now jet black, and carried him to the lounge which harry had transfigured into a cot. Pressing a kiss to the baby's head, Ginny walked to harry, to his hand and led him back to bed. They were just walking up the stairs when she said:
"I want our own. Now."