Thanks for all the reviews, I didn't expect that much feedback. Much appreciated.

And I know Andromeda is a little out of character (although then again her character wasn't featured much in the book) but she needs to be for the plot-line. Also remember that she is grieving, and so that can make people out of character.

Chapter 2

"And she expects you to look after him?" Mrs. Weasley asked incredulously.

"Yep." Harry replied, trying to keep his voice level. He wasn't doing such a good job.

"How could she just abandon the child?"

"Molly, she's grieving -" Mr. Weasley began, although he didn't look very sympathetic.

"I don't care Arthur. He's just a teenager, he's dealt with enough, without giving him a child to look after on his own!"

"Mrs. Weasley, it's OK -"

"Harry, you're an adult now, and we've known you for years. Call me Molly." Mrs. Weasley said absently, waving her hand at him.

"Right, well it's OK. I'll move into Grimmauld place until I can find a better house - I don't want to bring Teddy up there -"

"Move out? Why?"

"I can't expect you to take in me and a baby. You've done enough for me." Harry said, a little surprised as he'd thought that was obvious.

"And how are you supposed to look after a baby? How you ever looked after a baby before? Do you know how?" She demanded.

"I...I'll learn...People learn..." He said, slightly doubtful. Now he came to think about it, Teddy was the first baby he'd ever even held.

"You'd learn a lot faster here, with me to help." Mrs. Weasley replied. "I've seen how you hold him, like you're scared you're going to break him." She was smiling slightly, and he couldn't help but smile faintly back, because he was scared of breaking Teddy. He was just so small, and really did look as though holding him too tightly would crack him.

"So you can stay here, I'll help you learn, and when you're more confident you can move out." Mrs. Weasley replied, although Harry suspected she wasn't going to let him leave any time soon.

"What the woman was thinking of, leaving a teenager to look after a baby on his own -" She continued, half to herself.

"He's not gonna be alone, mum." Ron replied. "He has us. Me and Hermione -"

"And me!" Ginny cut in.

"Yes, but Ron you know about as much as Harry does about babies. And aren't you going with Hermione tomorrow to get her parents?"

"That can wait, Mrs. Weasley." Hermione said quickly.

"Molly."

"A few more days won't matter. We'll stay and help Harry."

"No, Hermione, it's OK. Go get your parents. It's important." Harry said quickly. And it was. He knew she'd missed them, worried about them. He hadn't forgotten how she'd sounded when she'd told him how she'd modified her parents' memories. ...don't know they have a daughter.

"I...thanks." Hermione said.

"And Ginny, you'll be going back to school in September -"

"I'm not." Ginny replied.

"What?"

"I'm not going back."

"You certainly are! You can't drop out of school to look after a baby that isn't even yours!"

"She's right Ginny." Harry said quietly. "You can't leave school because of Teddy."

"It's not because of Teddy." Ginny replied. She sounded, suddenly, close to tears. "It's because of - of Fred."

Silence greeted her words, but it was a silence full of emotion.

"I - I can't go back there. It's where he died. And - and Remus and Tonks, they died there too and I can't - I saw all the - the bodies. I'll walk into the great hall and just see - see all the people...and I saw - I saw people d-die - I can't go back..." She trailed off, and Harry was barely conscious of reaching out to hug her. She clung to him. "Don't make me go back." She sobbed, her voice muffled by his shoulder.

"No one's going to make you go back, Ginny." Mr. Weasley said softly.

"Of - of course you don't - have to go back." Mrs. Weasley added. She, too, sounded tearful, and a second later she left the room, presumably to cry in the kitchen. Mr. Weasley hesitated, then followed her. A few seconds later, Hermione pulled Ron from the room.

Harry knew she'd done so to give them time alone, and half-wished she hadn't, because he didn't know what to do. He had no words to comfort Ginny - he didn't think there were any words that could - and so he just let her cry it out. Eventually, she drew back, and wiped her face on her sleeve.

"I'm sorry." She mumbled, and rubbed at the damp patch her tears had left on his shoulder.

"Don't be." Harry muttered. "You're supposed to be upset."

She just nodded.

"I'm sorry." He said carefully, and she looked up, surprised.

"For what?"

"For - for...That night at Hogwarts. I never meant for Voldemort to come, never meant to fight him there. I didn't want other people to get involved, I expected it to be just me and him, at the end. No one else was supposed to fight. No one else was supposed to die."

"It's not your fault."

"Isn't it? I'm sorry you had to be there, worrying about your whole family. I'm sorry about...Fred. I'm sorry I never even said goodbye properly before I went off last year. I'm sorry I broke up with you. I'm sorry for lots of things."

"Oh."

"I don't know what to do now." He said quietly. "Now it's all over, now he's gone. What am I supposed to do with my life?"

"You're supposed to live. You're supposed to look after Teddy." She replied.

"I...I..." He hated having to do things like this. Push people away. Make himself unhappy so they weren't. She raised one eyebrow at him, and he was sure she knew what he was about to say. It was rather unnerving, really, the way she knew him.

"I've got Teddy now. You're only sixteen -

"I'm almost seventeen -"

"- and...well...I guess since I'm bringing up a baby, me and you can't...can't..." He faltered at the look on her face.

"Oh, can't we? Harry, if you don't want us to be together, say so. Don't use excuses."

"It's not an excuse! I do want us to be together, I didn't think you would with Teddy! It's not fair on you -"

"Well I don't care if it's fair or not." She replied.

"You're too stubborn, you know that?" He said, half exasperated, half deliriously happy.

"I've been told, yes." She smirked.

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The boy was small, with messy black hair, bright green eyes and broken glasses. His clothes made him look even smaller and skinnier than he really was, because they were so big.

The boy was crying.

"Why doesn't anyone want me? What did I do wrong?" He said to Harry, looking as though he blamed him.

"Nothing." Harry told the boy. "It's not your fault." He tried to move towards the boy, but he couldn't get any closer.

"I didn't want people to die. I didn't mean them to! Why does everyone hate me?"

"They don't - no one hates you -"

"It's my fault my parents died. They died because of me. So did Sirius, and Dumbledore, and Hedwig and Mad-eye and Remus and Tonks and Fred -"

"They didn't!" Harry said loudly. "It's not your fault!"

"Isn't it?" The boy said quietly. "No body wants me."

Then the boy changed, and he was a baby. A baby with a tuft of green hair.

"Why doesn't anyone want me?" The baby asked Harry. "What did I do?"

Harry awoke with a start. That had to be the weirdest dream ever. Not only had baby Teddy been speaking to him, but, unless he'd been very much mistaken, was his own childhood self.

Weird.

He supposed he understood it well enough. The feeling of rejection he'd had since he was a very small child, the feeling of guilt he had even since he'd found out his parents had died because of him. The feeling that had intensified as more and more people had died in front of him.

And Teddy...well, Teddy had been rejected too, hadn't he. He was clearly comparing himself to the boy.

Speaking of Teddy, Harry finally realised what had woken him. The loud wailing coming from the cot in the corner.

"'S'goin'on?" Ron said sleepily from the next bed, as Harry dragged himself up and over to the cot. He lifted Teddy out, but Teddy didn't stop crying.

"I think he needs feeding." Harry said sleepily.

"Feed 'im then..." Ron said thickly. Harry pulled open the bedroom door and started to walk slowly down the stairs, speeding up when he realised Teddy's crying would possibly wake the whole house.

In the kitchen, Harry heated the bottle with his wand, as Molly had shown him, and, struggling to keep his eyes open, started to feed Teddy. It was two am. Teddy hadn't fallen asleep until ten thirty, which meant Harry hadn't fallen asleep until sometime after. Less than four hours sleep...no wonder he couldn't think straight.

Once Teddy had drank the bottle, he spent a few minutes wondering what he was supposed to do next - because he was sure there was something - before remembering.

Twenty seconds later, Teddy had thrown the milk back up over Harry's back.

"Ugh. Thanks, Teddy." Harry muttered, cleaning himself up with his wand. Teddy looked up at him for a few seconds, then began to cry loudly again.

"Teddy - Teddy - please - shhh -" Harry muttered groggily, but Teddy didn't silence.

Something told Harry, right at that moment, that being a godfather wasn't going to be the easiest task he'd ever faced.

Not a very eventfully chapter, I know, but I think a lot of it's going to be dealing with the aftermath of the battle at Hogwarts.