Chapter 2-

Disclaimer: pfft, yeah I own Harry Potter and Fred is still dead. Really, some people.

Harry ran a hand through his messy raven hair as his eyes scanned the alley for any sign of Teddy. He was so small, so tiny, and so lost right now. What was he searching for? A flash of yellow, the colour of Teddy's onesie he was wearing? A sight of Teddy's aqua hair? But that's not very reliable, just this morning Teddy was changing his hair from aqua to green, to yellow, to red, back to aqua, then brown. Should he be looking down at the ground, or go up high and look from there?

He needed help, but who to ask? Fred and George had gone left to search for Teddy there, Harry went to the right. He could call for Ron, but he was busy at the Ministry of Magic, as was Hermione. He probably call for Ginny, but things were strained between them. You see, Harry didn't exactly bat for the team Ginny was on, if you know what I mean. And when Ginny found out, she was heart-broken, because the guy she had been in love with for years didn't love her back. Not an easy thing to take, but she did try to make the best of the situation and always made jokes.

Harry, of course, tried too, but still there was an amount of awkwardness whenever they were alone together.

There were tons of other people who he could ask to help him, but most would tell Remus and Tonks, and frankly Harry didn't like the idea of that.

"So I'm on my own then." He muttered to himself. 'Why did you have to go wondering off, Teddy?' He thought.

He decided to ask a passing witch if she seen him- big mistake.

"Um, excuse me." Harry reached out to grab a hold of her coat. She stopped and turned to face him.

"Yes?" She asked, she was a young witch, not a day over fifteen by the looks of her.

"I was wondering if you'd see and baby around here?" He asked. 'Well I might as well get to the point.' He thought.

"What?" She laughed, then took in the look of seriousness in Harry's face and stopped. "Oh my Merlin! You actually lost a baby." She was shocked.

"Well he sort of crawled off." Harry tried to explain the best he could.

"No, I haven't seen him, how old is he?" She asked.

"Um, about 18 months." Harry answered.

The witch shook her head and looked at the ground.

"You are a terrible father; you should really take better care of your children." And she shrugged her arm out of Harry's grip and trudged away.

Harry stood there, shocked and appalled at the behaviour of the young witch. Youths these days are absolutely atrocious. She didn't even offer to help, but still seemed fit to be disgusted at Harry, what a hypocrite.

Harry decided he wouldn't ask anyone else, it seemed too dangerous.

'I wonder if I can accio him?' Harry thought, then added an afterthought, 'Can you even accio people?'

Harry set off looking again, eyes fixated with scanning the ground for Teddy; he didn't look where he was going. It was then that he, Harry Potter, collided with one Draco Malfoy.

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