Author's Note: So, this story takes place after the end of the Last Battle of Hogwarts, after Voldemort's downfall, but right after, so much before Nineteen Years Later. Basically this story will be my, not JKR's necessarily, answers to the many questions left behind.
"Mrs. Tonks," Harry said, eyeing the woman warily, "I really couldn't- I mean, honestly, you're much better suited to- sure Remus and especially your daughter would really prefer it was you. I'm sure they meant for you to do it."
Andromeda Tonks raised an eyebrow at the young man in front of her. "Are you?" she asked curiously, "Remus and Nymphadora named you godfather, Harry. I am quite certain that they made that decision for a reason."
"You're his grandmother, though- you're family!"
"And you're as good as," Andromeda said gently, "Remus saw you as a son, from what Nymphadora told me, and I know that my daughter was quite fond of you. And family… isn't always best qualified to raise a child. You're a perfect example of that, aren't you Harry?" she smiled at him faintly.
"Well- yeah- but, really, that's completely different- you would never force Teddy to sleep in a cupboard!"
"That may be so." Andromeda agreed, "But your mother and father made my cousin Sirius your godfather, and when they did so, they did it with the intention that you would live with Sirius should anything happen to them, correct?"
"Well- yes, I suppose, but-"
"You were sent to live with family instead, weren't you?"
"Yeah, but-"
"But you would have preferred to be raised by Sirius, wouldn't you?"
Harry stared at Andromeda, her warm dark eyes- Tonks' eyes, he noted sadly, and then nodded.
"So there's your answer!" Andromeda smiled. "Teddy didn't have a godmother. You are his legal guardian, Harry… and I love him, of course, but I can't raise another child at this point. Not when Ted and Dora…" she broke off, looking out to something in the distance.
Harry turned his gaze, cautiously, to the little bundle in Mrs. Tonks' lap.
Teddy Remus Lupin, the sleeping little baby with purple and blue hair. Teddy Remus Lupin, who could be a werewolf. Teddy Remus Lupin, named, partially, for his dead father. Teddy Remus Lupin, whose parents had died for Harry. Teddy Remus Lupin, the sleeping little baby who was alone- parentless- just as Harry had been.
"All right." Harry said solemnly. "I'll do it."
Harry James Potter smiled down at Teddy Remus Lupin, who needed him.
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Without much thought- much thought wasn't quite possible at the moment- Harry apparated to the Burrow. It wasn't quite as a happy a place as it usually was. The house was a mess, the kitchen littered clothes and books and papers and, Harry realized with a little pang in his chest, dozens of products of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. Looking on Mrs. Weasley's clock, he noticed that the hands had returned to their normal positions.
Molly- Home, Arthur- Work, Bill- Home, Charlie- Traveling, Percy- Work, George- Home, Ron- Home, Ginny- Home… but one hand wasn't there at all. One hand was gone forever.
"Mrs.Weasley?" Harry asked, looking around the kitchen, "Mrs. Weasley, are you here?"
Suddenly, a pair of arms was wrapped around him lovingly. "Oh, Harry, dear," Mrs. Weasley sobbed, "How are you? I- I'm just making-making some funeral arrangements…" she sniffed. As she pulled away, she looked at the bundle in Harry's arms questioningly.
"Who've you got their, dear?"
"Er- Teddy, actually. Teddy Lupin." He said, adjusting Teddy in his arms so that Mrs. Weasley could have a better view.
"Oh, Teddy!" Mrs. Weasley cried, taking the baby into her arms, "Poor dear, just a little baby- no parents… Oh, just like you, Harry, poor thing… are you baby-sitting?"
She rocked Teddy lovingly, holding onto him for dear life. "Er- no. Actually… I'm not sure if you knew… but Remus and Tonks made me Teddy's godfather?"
"Yes," Mrs. Weasley said, apparently without really paying much attention to anything but the baby, "Yes, I did hear about that, quite an honor, Harry dear."
"Well… Tonks' mum is a bit depressed, see, and… she doesn't reckon she can raise him."
"What?" she cried, "What do you mean? Of course Andromeda can raise him!"
"Mrs. Weasley… Her husband and her daughter just died…"
"Well, that's no excuse! To abandon a child like that… who does she expect to raise the boy?"
"Er…" Harry mumbled, "Me, actually."
"You- but, Harry, you're not eighteen! What is she thinking, dumping a child on a poor boy… only just of age, don't know where she could have possibly gotten the idea… completely ridiculous.
"Well." Harry frowned, "Technically, I'm his legal guardian."
Mrs. Weasley frowned, "Well… yes, Harry, I suppose you are. And- I do not doubt your capabilities to raise a child, at all, dear, I'm sure you could bring up Teddy to be a fine young man. You're just so young, darling… and- my daughter- oh. Well, never mind about that. But still, Harry, you are very young."
"I'm only a year younger than my mum and dad were when they had me." Harry said, "And there's no need to worry about Ginny, really, Mrs. Weasley, I don't even know where I am with her right now, and"
"Well, I think we should figure that out, don't you?" A voice sounded from over their shoulders.
Harry turned around, and saw her, standing before him, her expression fierce as ever.
"Yeah." he managed to say, "Er- yeah, that's a good idea."
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HE looked around her room worriedly. It was messier than he'd last seen it, rather like the rest of the house. Her school things were thrown around the bedroom messily, and on the floor in front of him was a picture of a younger Ginny, maybe twelve or thirteen, smiling vivaciously and giggling as a teenaged Fred and George kissed her either cheek.
He looked at Ginny, who was eyeing the picture with tears flowing down her cheeks.
"Hey," Harry said desperately, "Hey, Ginny don't cry, I- Fred wouldn't want you to cry, you know he wouldn't."
Ginny sighed, glaring at him. "Yes, well, I don't suppose Fred would want to be dead, either."
Harry chuckled, then abruptly stopped, feeling awful and insensitive. "No, I don't suppose he would."
Ginny shook her head. "So, why did you say that to my mother, Harry?" she asked, straightforward as usual.
"Because, Ginny, I am honestly not sure where we are right now."
"Well," Ginny said softly, coming towards him, "Let's see if this clears anything up for you." With that, she reached up, slipping her hands around his neck. Lifting herself up onto the tips of her toes, she pressed her lips to his, passionately, and he kissed her back. It was perfect and beautiful, and as they broke away from each other, Harry could not help but feel like he could do nothing but kiss Ginny for days- years, even.
"Do you know where we are now?" she asked him breathlessly, smiling for the first time in weeks.
" I think so." Harry smiled back at her, "I think we are exactly on the same page now."
"Good to know," she murmured, and he reached back to her and the kissed again. His hands were all around her, gripping her long red satin hair.
"Hey- Gin," he whispered between kisses, speaking straight into her mouth, "Ginny, I love you."
She broke away from him, her face bright with joy. "Oh, Harry," she smiled, wrapping her arms around him and speaking into his chest.
"Harry- I've loved you since first met you, since I was ten years old. I didn't think it was possible to love someone so much. I love you Harry, and I'll never stop.
Harry grinned, holding onto her tight because if he didn't she might get away. Harry knew that people loved him. The Weasleys did, and Ron and Hermione did, and Sirius and Lupin had, and so had Dumbledore. Plenty of people had loved him throughout his life, but- but no one had ever said so.
His mum and dad probably had, Harry reasoned, when they were alive, but the Dursley's certainly didn't. Hermione had always signed her letters with "love," but had she ever said those three, special words? No. Even Mrs. Weasley, who almost definitely loved him, thought of him as a seventh son- she had never said that to him, never said, "I love you Harry."
"I love you, Harry," Ginny whispered again.
Harry grinned down at her, happier than he could ever remember being. Ginny Weasley loved him, and that was the most amazing wonderful thing in the entire world.
"In that case, Ginny- Would you marry me?"