Lucky
Ginny smiled as the sound of hopping feet echoed through the flat. She was sitting on Harry's couch, flipping through his tattered copy of Quidditch Through the Ages and enjoying the smells that wafted from the kitchen in the next room.
Harry had invited her over to spend the evening with himself and Teddy, since Andromeda had gone out for the evening, and Ginny had gladly accepted. She had known Harry for a great portion of her life, but the side of him that she saw when he was with Teddy was entirely new. Gone was the reckless, headstrong boy who lived for Quidditch and dates with Ginny. With Teddy, Harry was simply a loving man whose only desire was to treasure the little boy in front of him.
Harry's head peeked into the living room and raised a brow at the redhead on the couch.
"What're you smiling about?"
Ginny's grin grew. "You."
"Well then," Harry smiled cheekily and crossed the room. "If that's how you feel." He leaned down to peck Ginny on the lips before straightening with a wink. "Teddy," he called toward the hallway. "C'mere, mate."
The rhythmed thumps grew louder, increasing in pace as the little brunette hopped into the room.
"What?" he asked, jumping in place. His energy, in Ginny's opinion, was unmatched.
"Why don't you go get that surprise we were working on?"
Teddy's eyes lit up; he turned on his heel and hopped back toward his bedroom. When he returned, he was clutching a sculpted mound of clay in his hands. It was bright yellow and obviously a joint effort between Harry and himself.
"Ginny!" The boy gave a joyful squealed as he hopped across the room. "Look what we—"
And then it happened.
As often does with four-year-olds, Teddy's foot slipped from underneath of him during a dismount. He redirected his fall, landing on his bottom, but dropped the artwork from his grasp. It hit the floor with a dull thud, leaving the boy to stare at it, teary-eyed.
Ginny sighed with sympathy. Teddy was at that age—no matter how careful he was, something in his possession was always in imminent danger.
Harry was poised at the edge of his seat, waiting to take his cue from Teddy on how upset the boy was going to be.
Very upset, it seemed, as Teddy suddenly burst into noisy tears.
"Oh, Ted," Harry said, getting up from his chair and joining the boy on the floor. "It's alright, mate. It's just a thing."
"B-b-but it-it was G-Ginny's present!" The boy was positively wailing now. Harry lifted him to his lap, and began whispering in his ear.
"It's alright, Teddy," Ginny could hear his muttering. "Accidents happen. We can fix it."
Gradually, Teddy's sobs reduced to hiccups, which slowed to sniffles. Ginny leaned down in her seat to try to catch the boy's gaze.
"Teddy," she called softly. "May I see the present? I'm sure it's lovely."
"N-no," the boy shook his head. "It's ruined."
"Oh, I doubt that, love," she smiled. "Bring it to me."
Receiving an encouraging nod from Harry, Teddy stood to his feet and picked up the pieces of clay. Once the three large lumps were in his palms, he shuffled over to the couch and presented them to the woman who sat there.
"Oh Teddy," Ginny breathed. "Are these goal posts?"
Teddy hiccupped and nodded.
"T-they were before I dropped them." Tears came to his eyes once more.
"Oh, dear." Ginny cooed, setting down the posts and grasping underneath the boy's arms to lift him to her lap. "I love them, just as they are. I can tell you put a lot of work into them."
"U-uncle Harry helped," Teddy sniffed.
"Well," Ginny said with a smile. "You two are very talented."
Teddy looked up at that and caught Ginny's eye. She sent him a grin, which he timidly returned.
Harry stood from the floor and took the two steps toward his loved ones. Sitting on the couch, he leaned over to kiss Teddy's forehead and then Ginny's lips.
"And very, very lucky," he said with a smile.
A/N: Thank you for taking the time to read my story! I really appreciate any feedback I get, so if you have a spare moment, please feel free to leave a review or shoot me a PM :)
A/N: On a more official note, this was written for the Hogwarts Houses Challenges forum. My chosen prompts were "joyful (word)" for the Quidditch Pitch and "Bring it to me. (Dialogue)" for the Drabble Club. I'm a member of Hufflepuff.
