"The only true remedy for a broken heart is love." – Me

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Chapter Two

Luna Sure Loves Good

Harry was fussing over Teddy. He did not know what else to do. Andromeda had been very understanding when Harry explained about Teddy's living arrangements. In fact she seemed a bit pleased to have her grandson back. That did not make Harry feel any better about taking Teddy in the first place.

Andromeda walked back into Teddy's nursery, where Harry was currently trying to make the small child stop crying. "Give him here, Harry," she said. Harry placed Teddy into her arms and the baby almost instantly stopped crying, which only made Harry all the more sure he had made the right choice.

"How do you do that?" he asked, feeling as put down as he looked.

"Well, Harry, not many babies like being bounced while sobbing," Andromeda said with a smile.

"I knew it! I'm not cut out for parenting," he grumbled.

"That's not it. You're just too young for it."

This did little to console Harry. He watched Andromeda coo over Teddy, and could not help noticing how much Teddy seemed to like that.

"I'm rubbish. Tried doing just what you are last night and all he did was cry at me," Harry said.

"You are not rubbish, what you are is someone who expects too much of himself. Now, Molly Weasley just Flooed. She wants you over for dinner, so I think it's best you get going," she said.

"Will you be-"

"We'll be fine, Harry."

"Can I come over tomorrow, just to visit?"

"Of course," she said with a smile.

Harry nodded, kissed his godson and headed down to the fireplace. With a decided lack of enthusiasm Harry threw the Floo powder down and said, "The Burrow."

He swirled downwards and tumbled into the Weasley's kitchen. He felt a strong hand grasp his arm and on instinct he lunged for his wand. "Well, it seems like Hermione's not the only one in this house who's still worried." Harry sighed and moved his wand away from Charlie's throat.

"Sorry, I'm just not having a very good day," he said.

"It's all right, better to be safe than sorry, yeah?"

"Yeah."

Mrs. Weasley bustled into the kitchen and caught sight of Harry.

"Oh good, you're here, Harry! Andromeda thought she was going to have a harder time getting you away from Teddy," she said.

"I thought it was best not to draw it out." Mrs. Weasley nodding knowingly.

"Well, Ron and Hermione are up in his room, if you'd like to know," she said as she inspecting the dishes that were busying washing themselves.

"They said that they were prepping for Ron's Auror exam," Charlie said, so only Harry could hear him, "but I reckon Ron's just checking on Hermione's tonsils with his tongue. It's rather considerate of him, if I do say so myself." Harry smiled and shook his head.

"Actually, Mrs. Weasley, I wanted to talk to Ginny," Harry said.

"Oh." Mrs. Weasley's face split into a knowing smile that made Harry uncomfortable. "I'll go fetch her for you then." She hurried out of the room. Harry sat down across the table from Charlie.

"So, Charlie, when are you going back to Romania?" he asked.

"Oh, I'm not going back. I applied for a job in Scotland, so I can live near by and just Apparate to work. You know, after what happened to Fred………… I just want to be close." Harry nodded. He could not possibly know what it was like to lose a sibling, but if it was any worse than losing a friend, he did not want to know.

"I wonder what's taking Ginny so long," Harry said after an uncomfortable silence. Charlie grinned.

"Mum's probably gussying her up," he said.

"Why?"

"Well, what mother wouldn't want her daughter to date the Boy Who Lived?"

Harry gave a strangled sort of laugh. He did not know how much Ginny had told her family about their relationship, short lived as it was. Harry racked his brain for something else to talk about, seeing as Charlie had once again brought the conversation to an uncomfortable halt.

"I really don't like that title," Harry said. "Honestly, I'm of age. Why can't it be the Man Who Lived?" Charlie grinned in response.

"Well, you weren't much of a man the first time You Know Who tried to kill you, Harry," George said, as he walked into the kitchen. Coming up behind him was Luna Lovegood who, as always, seemed to have wondered in completely by accident.

"Then why isn't it the Baby Who Lived? I could appreciate that, at least it's honest," Harry said.

"Oh, Harry, you're here," Luna said, in a dreamy voice. "Father wanted me to invite you over for some dinner. He told me that your first introduction didn't go so well."

"Yeah."

Harry had little desire to visit the Lovegood's. He did not have anything against Mr. Lovegood. Harry understood that all Xeno really wanted was the return of his daughter, and after a lot of reflection, Harry decided that he really could not fault the man for it. The real reason he did not want to go back was simply because their food smelled awful and no doubt tasted worse.

"Those were different times, though," George said. Harry could not help noticing the protective way that George stood around Luna as she wondered all over the kitchen.

"Things are better now, are they?" Charlie asked his brother. George gave noncommittal grunt and gently moved Luna away from a pair of knives that were cutting up some carrots. He pulled out a chair for Luna, which struck Harry as extremely odd. It was the first time that Harry had seen George do anything so utterly polite.

"George, are you sick?" The question just tumbled out of Harry's mouth before he could stop it. The two of the three other people in the room gave Harry a strange look.

"Why didn't you tell me you weren't feeling well, George?" Luna asked. George was about to answer, but Luna kept talking. "Perhaps we should go back to my house and have more sex." She turned to Harry at that point. "Sex has healing properties, you know? And the noise scares away the Gnarles."

Harry gave a barely audible, "oh." And looked across the table to Charlie, hoping he might be able to change the subject. But at that point Charlie was trying and failing to hold in his own laughter.

"Perhaps if you had more sex your eyesight would get better," she suggested. "We're hoping to regrow George's ear. Even though, I like him like this," she turned back to George, "he looks delightfully lopsided, I think." She smiled wistfully at what was apparently her new boyfriend.

The completely awkward silence that followed was cut short by Ginny bounding down the stairs. Harry looked up and silently thanked Mrs. Weasley's for making Ginny dress up. Granted she was only wearing a pink knee length skirt and tank top, but Harry could not get over the fact that she did all of that for him.

"Hey, Luna," she said. Luna smiled at her friend in greeting. "Hello Harry." He could not help thinking that her voice took on a more pleasant tone when she addressed him. "Mum said you wanted to talk to me."

"Yeah, I did- I mean I do," he said. She smiled broadly, obviously enjoying her affect on him. Ginny grabbed Harry's hand pulled him out his seat.

"Good, let's talk up in my room." This did not go over well with her brothers. They started an uproar that was quickly quieted by Mrs. Weasley, who shooed Harry and Ginny upstairs.

Ginny slammed her door shut behind the two of them and turned on Harry. "So," she said walking towards him. He started backing, mostly because of the look of hunger in her eyes. "What did you want to talk about?"

The back of Harry's knees hit the edge of Ginny's bed and he collapsed into it. Ginny climbed on top of him and snogged him instead of letting him answer her question. Harry was not exactly complaining though. He liked letting Ginny take charge. It meant that if something went wrong, it would not be his fault.

Ginny broke off the kiss and grinned down at him. "Is there really anything you'd like to talk about?"

"Not really," Harry said. "I've just been having a crap day and I was hoping you could cheer me up."

"Well, how've I done?" she asked.

"Do I look like I'm complaining?" he asked back. She looked elated. He leaned up and placed a chaste kiss on her lips.

"What were you guys talking about when I came down stairs?" Ginny asked, rolling off of him. "Charlie looked like he was about to wet himself and George like his head was about to explode." Harry smiled and sat up.

"Well, Luna was talking about what she and George are doing to regrow his ear."

"And what exactly are they doing?" Harry smirked.

"Each other." Ginny's eyes got wide.

"Way to go Luna." Harry shook his head. "Come on you have to admit, the girls got spunk."

"She said that the noise scares away the Gnargles," Harry said. Ginny smiled innocently.

"I don't doubt that it does," she said.

"And that sex has healing properties and if I was having sex my vision would improve." She let that one roll around in her head for a while.

"Care to see if that one works?" Harry jumped off of the bed. "Oh come on! I was only kidding. Like I'd shag you with all of my brothers in the house."

"Well, you've been surprising me quite a lot recently and to be honest I wouldn't put it past you," Harry said.

"I'm going to take that as a compliment," she said. "Now, sit down. I'm not done snogging you yet." The door to Ginny's room swung open in the middle of her sentence.

"Oi!" Ron yelled in response to what he had heard. "I thought you two were broken up?!"

"And I thought that Hermione was supposed to be testing you on your spells, not on your snogging skills or lack there of!" Ginny shouted. Ron was slowly turning red.

"Perhaps we should all go back down stairs and forget this ever happened," Harry suggested.

"Or perhaps you should ask my sister out properly instead of just snogging her when no one's around!" Ron shouted at Harry.

"Don't you yell at Harry, Ron! Did you ask Hermione out properly?! Or did you just assume that since you snog each other more than you talk to each other it's just a given that you're dating?!" Ginny yelled.

"Oh, stop shouting, both of you!" Hermione chastise as she walked up behind Ron. "My relationship with Ron is nothing that needs to be talked about in front of him-"

"Oi!" But Hermione ignored him and went on.

"And he certainly doesn't want to hear about what you and Harry do when no one is around. So, if you'll both settle down, I bet your mum needs our help with dinner, now come on."