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Harry stared between the two children. They were sat in their respective seats and were eyeing each other. He hadn't realised just how nervous he had been for their meeting, until he had actually set both down within visual distance of one another.
And all they did was stare.
It was unnerving!
Harry was losing his patience as the clock ticked by and finally, he called out to Teddy, in hopes of gaining some kind of reaction.
"Teddy!"
The child jumped a bit and looked over. In his shock, his hair flashed from blond to blue in the course of a second, and a loud giggle filled the room.
Delphini was laughing at Teddy, who merely blinked in response.
Hoping that it was a good thing, Harry pushed their chairs closer together, so they could lean over and touch if need be. Well, more like Delphy would lean over because she could remain upright on her own. Teddy was still a tad too young to be capable of sitting straight yet, so his chair was reclined back for him.
Both were covered in various protection charms of course.
Delphy did reach out, and Teddy eyed her oncoming hand with interest. Slowly, her palm made contact with his brow, and she began to pet him like he was a cat, smoothing his hair down.
Another giggle and a little gurgle that splattered drool all over her clothing, followed. Teddy merely blinked, his hair suddenly turning white as snow and his entire body taking on an appearance very similar to Delphy's own.
Teddy always turned into the people he liked, which meant that they were okay.
With a sigh of relief, Harry turned for the kitchen, intent of speaking with Andromeda. The House Elf, Mospy, would watch the children while both were preoccupied with one another.
Andy had already put up a small ward to keep their conversation quiet. She was looking at him expectantly and he felt the sudden desire to confess every wrong he had ever committed. It must have been a mom thing, because she looked terrifying.
"She is my goddaughter."
"I did not know that any of your friends were with child during the war."
Merlin, she was going to drag it out if he didn't hurry up!
"She is the daughter of two people I know, and you know. And she came about somehow and they made me her godfather unexpectedly. And I wasn't planning on getting too involved and then I learned of where she had been taken and I… I just couldn't, Andy!"
"Who were her parents?"
Harry winced. "No one good or even relatively okay."
Andromeda's gaze flickered to the open doorway, before settling on him again.
"A Death Eater or sympathiser?"
"Pretty much," he agreed with a nod. He didn't want to give her all the information, but he still needed the help of someone who knew how to do these kinds of things.
She was silent for a moment, considering his words. "I believe I know who the mother is, and I admit that I am skeptical of allowing the child into my house now."
His stomach sank.
"However," the woman began with a sigh, "I cannot understand why you were chosen. But I know that you could be good for her."
"It wasn't by the mother's choice, it was the father, and that was only if I won. I am apparently the only person they could think of that wouldn't ruin her or lose her."
The older witch hummed. "That immediately limits the possible fathers and none of the possibilities still viable are pleasant to consider."
"Definitely not," Harry agreed.
Andy sighed again. "She is family though, and we all are a little strange. Not evil, but we have our quirks. I guess as long as you rear her correctly, we can handle this quietly and carefully, understand?"
Yes! Yes he did!
"Thanks!"
Delphy took to Teddy like an older sibling. Despite the two who had created her, the child had turned out to be rather compassionate once she was healthy and not screaming herself hoarse in a cage.
Delphy was different from her parents, even if she got some of their physical attributes. Tom's nose, her white hair was curly and all over the place like Bellatrix's was, Voldemort's eyes and tongue, and Bellatrix's jaw and chin shape.
It was a strange mixture and it made him consider.
Voldemort had had a serpent like tongue. Somehow, his appearance had affected his daughter and she was born with the same, long, forked tongue and her eyes were more slitted like his own had been.
Harry liked her, despite the strange unease that came from looking at her. Adorable, but kind of terrifying. He wondered if Tom had been like that as a child.
And he wasn't completely attached yet. Like with Teddy, he would cry if something happened to his godson, but with Delphy, he just wasn't connected to her as of yet. It took Teddy turning his hair pink like Tonks' used to do, which had immediately slotted Harry's loyalty and adoration.
Harry had no fond memories of Delphy's parents and could only rely on daily happenings to create memories between them. New experiences every day.
He felt bad, but one couldn't be expected to suddenly care for someone they didn't know. It took time and development. Harry had time and he wasn't averse to having a good relationship with the child.
Being an adult was so difficult at times. Especially since he wasn't sure of how to react to things and how to do other things. Was what he was doing enough? Should he try to do more? Was Kreacher being too overworked in helping him look after a baby?
Honestly, children were a lot of work.
Harry might be legally considered an adult, but he hadn't graduated from school. And hadn't gotten to do what other teenagers got to do in life. And he was severely stunted in certain areas because he didn't get a 'normal' teenage experience.
Could an incomplete teenager raise a baby on his own? No. Could he do it with help? Yes. Did he want the help though? Sort of. He didn't like having to ask for help but at the same time, he knew that he did not have all the skills necessary in rearing a child on his own. It was a vicious cycle of pride versus necessity.
Delphy reminded him of the war every time he looked at her. Though to be fair, so did Teddy. He needed to learn a way to not associate two babies with death and destruction of all he held dear. It was hard though.
He briefly considered the thought that he was depressed, but depression was pretty common and people every day got by while having it, so if he had it, he shouldn't whinge, right? He could totally get by if he had it.
He had yet to introduce Delphy to anyone but Andromeda. That didn't mean others hadn't found out about her. Luna first. And she had already known somehow. Harry gave up trying to understand how Luna's mind worked, ages ago. The blonde had insisted that this experience would be 'good for him'.
And then of course Malfoy and his parents knew, which meant that Astoria Greengrass knew. Which most likely meant that he elder sister knew. And Harry was keeping Rowle and her lover in line with threats of dismantling them.
Finally, Ginny.
Harry had thought that he would be in a relationship with Ginny. He thought that they would get together after the war. The truth was, they were never truly 'together'. Ginny was cool. Like Hermione and Luna, she was tolerable compared to other girls. But she wasn't… right.
They hadn't actually been a couple. They hadn't done couple things. A kiss - not a snog because those were longer and deeper - here and there and a longing look. It wasn't enough. Especially since there was so much to separate them.
Their age landed them in separate school years. That meant different groups of friends and classes far apart. Next to no contact except in the Common Room for brief moments, or if he managed to visit her family in the summer. Nothing much happened until their fifth year and at the time, he was trying to survive Umbridge and understand his feelings about Cho.
In sixth, Harry had seemed to walk around in a perpetual daze. He was jealous but didn't understand why. He was overreacting, but didn't understand why. He felt apathetic at times, and he didn't know why! The entire year was just one big blow after another and it seemed as if every time he turned around, something new was being dumped on his shoulders and he just repressed a good portion of it.
Ginny was great. She just wasn't right for him. It just felt strange when he considered everything, now that he knew better.
He wasn't overly fond of the idea of someone dating a bunch of people solely to make him jealous. To have Hermione point that out to him hadn't flattered him. It had in fact made him annoyed and insulted for the various people Ginny had simply dated with the hopes of catching Harry's attention.
He was sure the boys in questions didn't mind much because Ginny was bloody awesome, but it still rubbed him raw. That had been one of the first factors. Add in the lack of connection between them beyond Quidditch and her family, and there was nothing.
Honestly, Hermione and Harry would have probably had a higher chance at being together. But Hermione was like his sister, which ironically enough, was how he had begun to view Ginny. The thought of touching either of them in 'that' way put him off immediately. Like it was wrong. And weird.
So no, Ginny and he were not an item and wouldn't become one. Especially since she and Dean Thomas had somehow found each other once again and had rekindled their relationship, which was looking very serious this time.
Dean had been the longest boyfriend she had had before the war. They were bound to have formed a closer relationship than her other dates. And he was a good bloke.
Harry was happy for them, and he was grateful when Ginny wasn't offended by his lack of interest. He was doubly grateful because Ginny had literally walked in on him burping Delphy and instead of kicking up a storm of questions, she simply adjusted his hold on the child and offered some advice on how to properly attend to her.
And when he explained in minute detail, she didn't demand full answers.
Ginny was like a helpful big sister. 'Big' because she towered over him and it wasn't fair.
Ginny told him that telling Ron and Hermione should happen all at once and the faster he did it, the better. Simply because he wouldn't have to deal with their reactions separately.
Harry wasn't technically required to tell anyone anything about his life, but he did want to alleviate some worry. He didn't want his friends to sit around, worrying about his well being.
Harry was also the kind who was terrible at keeping secrets. Usually.
The less he had to lie, the better.
An eight month old Delphy patted his cheek to get his attention. She wasn't one for mumbling or trying to talk.
The child was holding out a leaf. She liked collecting leaves of all colours and Harry pressed them into a book for her. He didn't understand what was so fascinating, but him setting her in a pile of leaves was like the best thing in the world for her.
He might have to bring Teddy next time. Maybe he would like the colours too.
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