*I do not own Harry Potter.
The Right Way of Chaos
He had won the war. Afterwords he found out a few things about his friends. Well his supposed friends. He was supposed to defeat Voldemort and dye well doing so. He had, but they were not happy with that. He was supposed to stay dead. When he didn't well there was a big rush to have him declared mentally unstable. Failed. The next big dark lord. Failed. Marry Ginny Weasley. Big major epic fail. Harry didn't like girls. He didn't like redheads. He didn't like Ginny. That was the end of it.
He moved into Grimmuald and took over care of godson. Reporters had stopped stalking him after he had appealed through the Quibbler to all the mother's out there about, "Wanting to raise my godson, an orphan just like myself, with all the care attention he deserves and not have to worry about reporters scaring him with flashing camera's and shouted questions. He loved the Wizarding world, but honestly he just wanted to do right by his godson." That paper had mothers everywhere rushing to his defense as one hapless reporter found out when he persisted in questioning Harry as he was buying milk for Teddy, his godson looking like he was about to cry. Not even a year old Harry mused and already acting like a marauder.
Things were going good for a change. Which was why when Teddy's daycare provider handed Harry papers to fill out, he wasn't alarmed. That quickly changed when he felt the tugging at his navel signally a portakey.
Harry arrived on the dais of the Veil of Death in the Department of Mysteries. Teddy's care bag slung over one shoulder and hands cradling Teddy himself close to Harry's chest the paper clenched in a fist behind the babies back. Seated on the bleachers surrounding the dais sat the full wizengamot. Kingsly signaled to two aurors on either side of him grabbed his arms holding him there. Now he couldn't reach his wand or appreitate, not without risking himself or Teddy splinching.
"What is the meaning of this?!" Harry thundered.
"It has come to our attention Mr. Potter that you hold to much power. You are not safe. You can't die. Therefore we execute you via the Veil of Death." Kingsley intoned in a formal voice. He motioned with his hand, and the aurors turned Harry so he was facing the veil.
"Wait!" Harry cried out, "What about Teddy?! He's just a baby."
"He's werewolf spawn and will go with you." and with that Harry was pushed through the Veil of Death.