A/N: Wow! Over 1400 reads and only two chapters counting the prologue! 1400 reads may not seem like a lot but it's a hell of a lot more reads then I've ever gotten on anything before so I'm gonna brag about it ;)! Thank-you so much my wonderful readers! I can't tell you how great this makes me feel! An extra BIG thank-you goes to all of you who have reviewed. They really make me feel supported and eager to continue with the story. You are all awesome! I also have to thank my friend Ashley or her help on this chapter (thanks girl, you're an awesome writer!) And with that, I give you chapter 2. Enjoy and remember to review :).

Disclaimer: Yes! Finally after years and years the HP characters are finally mine! Mwhahaha! Wait, what? What do you mean we lost the case?! I still only own the plot and the OCs?! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

"Hey, Buddy," Harry said as he reentered his bedroom, where Teddy was lying in his bassinette. Harry had just finished getting ready for his date with Amber.

Teddy babbled in baby talk a bit when he saw Harry.

"I know," Harry said walking over to Teddy's bassinette, "I look good, right?"

Harry stooped down, picked Teddy up. Teddy nuzzled his face into the crook of Harry's neck. Harry looked down at Teddy upon feeling his forehead against his neck and frowned; Teddy's face felt a bit warm.

"Uh-oh," Harry said holding Teddy out in front of him, "are you getting sick, Buddy?" Harry felt Teddy's forehead again; he defiantly felt feverish.

"Hey Mate," Ron had entered Harry's bedroom. He was leaning against the doorframe snaking on Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. "You excited about your big date with Amanda?"

"It's Amber," Harry told Ron, as he set Teddy down on his bed; Ron had been giving Harry a hard time ever since he had agreed to go out with Amber. Ron himself seemed to take it personally that Harry was going out on a date with someone other then his baby sister. "I don't think I'm going to make it. I think Teddy's sick."

"Gee that's a shame," said Ron, not at all sounding put-out.

"Could you be Uncle Ron instead of Big-Brother Ron for a moment please?" Harry said getting very irritated with his friend, "Did you hear what I just said? Teddy's sick."

"Well what's wrong with him?" Ron asked setting his Every-Flavor beans on the dresser next to the door and entering the room.

"I think he's got a fever," said Harry.

Ron pressed his large hand to Teddy's forehead.

"He does feel warm," Ron said after a moment.

"Well, what should we do? Teddy's never been sick before," said Harry.

"I guess I'll floo a healer," Ron said.

"Yeah," said Harry, "Good idea."

Ron nodded and hurried out of the bedroom. Once Ron was gone, Harry turned back to the little pink haired baby on his bed.

"Don't worry, Buddy," Harry said, lying down next to Teddy on his bed and beginning to rub his tummy, "I'm going to stay home and take care of you tonight. I'll write Amber as soon as Ron gets back and tell her I can't make it. Hope she understands, she should, she knows about you."

"Iliaga," said Teddy staring up at Harry.

"I like her too," Harry said smiling down at his godson.

"Morinagi," said Teddy.

"I might like her more then Ginny, I'm not sure. Only time will tell."

"Howina," said Teddy.

"That is good question, Teddy. I'm not sure how much time. I might know once I've kissed her."

"meh."

Harry laughed; it sounded to him like Teddy had just mad a noise of disgust. His godson really was adorable.

"You really are cute, you know that?" Harry told Teddy.

Teddy gave Harry a toothless grin; it was almost like he could understand Harry.

"Well," said Harry, "I'm going to write a letter to Amber telling her I have to break our date." Harry grabbed some parchment and a quill and ink well off his bedside table and thought for a moment about how best to state his case. After about ten minutes, he had written a letter that, he thought—hoped really—gently told Amber he wouldn't be able to make it. He read it out loud to Teddy:

"'Dear Amber,

Let me just start off by saying I'm sorry: You see, Teddy, my godson is sick with a fever and I don't think I'm going to be able to make it for our date. I really was looking forward to tonight; particularly because I'm sure you actually liked me

I don't know why, but I got the feeling that you didn't recognize me when we first met (if you'd recognized me you would have known that there is no way I could have a baby sister). I don't think telling you via letter would be the best idea because you'll probably think I'm pathological liar. Therefore I hope you'll let me buy you dinner next week to make this up to you.

Again, I'm sorry for breaking our date like this. I hope you can understand why and won't take it personally when I say that Teddy comes first in my life. I hope to hear from you soon.

--Harry'

So what do you think?" Harry asked Teddy when he had finished reading his letter. "Too sappy?" Teddy simply stared up at him with his blank little baby face. "No? Okay then, I'll just have Pig deliver this."

"Hey Harry," Ron had reentered his bedroom with a man in an older bald, mustached man in a healer's uniform, "this is Healer Wankson, he's here to have a look at Teddy."

"Is this the patient?" Healer Wankson asked upon spotting the green haired baby on the bed.

"Yeah, he seems to have a fever," Harry said.

Healer Wankson walked over and pressed his hand to little Teddy's forehead. After a moment the healer moved his hand and reached for his wand. He pressed his wand against Teddy's forehead and murmured an incantation. After a moment of silence, two numbers that seemed to be made out of blue ribbon shot out of the end of the healer's wand. The number, which read 37, hovered a foot in the air above Teddy.

"Well," said Healer Wankson, "He does feel warm but he doesn't seem to have a fever."

"You're sure," Harry asked.

The healer nodded.

"Okay then," Harry said simply.

Healer Wankson nodded again and turned to exit the room.

"Oh," Healer Wankson added stopping and turning in the doorway, "by the way you'll be receiving a bill from St. Mungo's sometime in the next couple of days."

Harry watched the healer walk out of the room.

"They're charging us to take his temperature?" Harry said to Ron.

"Apparently," said Ron.

"Well, I guess I don't have to cancel that date after all," Harry said happily.

Ron looked down at the floor moodily.

"What?" Harry asked.

"Nothing," said Ron, moving to sit down on Harry's bed, "I just think Ginny would make a better match for you then this Amber girl, that's all."

"Ron, you haven't even met Amber," Harry said. "And besides, if Ginny and I were such a perfect match, she wouldn't have agreed to go out with that Ryan bloke," Harry added, staring angrily at the ground.

"Well you didn't exactly do anything to show Ginny you're still interested in her," said Ron uncharacteristically, "You took Teddy off her hands so she could go out with that Ryan bloke. She probably thinks you've moved on."

Harry stared at his friend in disbelief. Did that really just come out of Ron's mouth?

"It's what Hermione said," said Ron

"Oh. I should have known."

"Look," said Ron sternly, "you just want to consider the possibility that this girl isn't right for you."

"And you might want to consider the fact that there someone out there, other then your little sister, who might be right for me," Harry said standing up. "Look, I've got to be there in fifteen minutes and I've got to make a pit stop."

"Fine," said Ron, "I'll watch the kid." Ron paused for a moment thinking over what he had just said, "We sound like an old married couple, don't we?"

"Yeah, a little," Harry said.

Harry and Ron both looked at each for a moment and then started laughing.

"Look, I'm sorry mate," said Ron, "But I have the right to want you to end up with my sister, don't I?"

"Yes," said Harry, "yes you do. But don't judge Amber before you meet her, okay."

"Okay," said Ron.

Harry looked at his watch. It was 5:50, he had only ten minutes to stop by the flower shop and get to Amber's house.

"I've got to go," Harry said, "Bye Teddy," he added giving his brown-haired godson a quick kiss on the cheek, "be good for Uncle Ron, Buddy. See you Mate."

"See you," said Ron, "have fun with Amelia."

"I'm running behind, I'll correct you later," Harry said dashing out of his bedroom, down the stairs and out the front door.

Ten minutes later, Harry knocked on the door of the Muggle house that Amber had given him the address to, holding a bouquet of pink roses. The door was answered by a man with graying brown hair that his daughter had no doubt inherited, hazel eyes, and glasses.

"Oh, hello," said Harry extending his had to the man; he did not take Harry's offered hand, simply glared at him over his glasses, "you must be Mr.…?"

"Auror," the man corrected, "Auror Rynolds."

"Oh, you're an Auror?" Harry said lowering his hand.

"Head of the department," Auror Rynolds said.

"Oh, well, is Amber here?" Harry asked.

"She's upstairs getting ready," said Auror Rynolds still glaring at Harry.

"Oh," said Harry again. He waited expectedly for Auror Rynolds to invite him in but the Auror simply continued to glare at him.

"Can I come in?" Harry asked.

"I don't see why not," Auror Rynolds. Harry expected him to stand aside to let him pass but Auror Rynolds continued glaring at him over his glasses.

"Today?" Harry added after a moment.

"I suppose," the Auror said standing aside and gesturing for Harry to pass him, but still not ceasing in glaring at Harry.

Harry entered the homely blue-walled living room. There was a moving portrait of a woman with long blond hair on the opposite side of the room. Harry sat down on the denim sofa and stared up at the portrait.

"Is that Mrs. Rynolds?" Harry asked Auror Rynolds as he sat down in an arm chair.

"Yes it is," Auror Rynold said. He was still glaring at Harry. Harry could tell that this man really cared about his little girl and wouldn't let just anyone go out with her. For once, Harry thought, the fact that he was a nice guy wouldn't prevent him from getting a date.

"So what does Mrs. Rynolds do?" Harry asked.

"Nothing," said Auror Rynolds, "she's dead."

Harry froze. Oh great, Harry thought horribly, I met my date's father twenty seconds ago and I've already got one foot in my mouth.

"I am so sorry," Harry said. "I didn't know. I'm sorry."

"Forget it," said Auror Rynolds; he still hadn't taken his narrowed eyes off of Harry and it was beginning to make Harry feel awkward. He sat staring around the room trying to ignore Auror Rynold's glare. Finally, after two very uncomfortable minutes of silence, Auror Rynolds said, "What's your name and what's your story?"

Amber's father did not recognize him either.

"Well," Harry began, "my name is Harry Potter and I'd really rather not go into my story."

Auror Rynolds eyes widened momentarily when he heard Harry's name; predictably his eyes wondered up to the scar on his forehead, Harry's daily reminder of what his past had consisted of.

His scar was the thing that made it so difficult for Harry to forget what had happened to him over the years, the reason he had wanted so desperately to go out with someone who liked him for him and would most likely, therefore, not want to discuss his past or his legacy. It was still difficult to look in the mirror and see that scar, knowing what it had cost him, knowing what it had represented. He wished that that scar could have died with Voldemort. He wished he could simply forget his past and move on with his life. But with people constantly coming up and staring at him, thanking him for
"saving the world" that was impossible. He was glad that people appreciated what he had done and recognized that it had not been easy, be he thought a much better reward for doing all this would be for people to leave him alone: All he wanted to do was move on and forget it had ever happened.

Harry braced himself: He knew that Auror Rynolds was going to ask him about the war.

"What are your plans for the future?"

"What?"

"Tell me what you are planning to do with your life. You do have plans don't you?"

"Well yes, of course," Harry said surprised, "It's just; most people would ask me questions about the war."

Harry realized seconds after he had said it that he'd just lost his other foot. Auror Rynolds stood up suddenly and loomed over Harry like a bloodthirsty vampire.

"Alright mister," Auror Rynolds said in a deathly serious voice that made the hair on the back of Harry's neck stand on end, "I'm only going to say this once so you'd better listen up good: I don't care. I don't care if you're Harry Potter, Freddie Prince Jr., or the Queen of England. All I care about is my daughter and making sure that punks like you don't take advantage of her. If anyone were to take advantage of her or make her cry I would hunt down the little bastard that hurt her and squash him like a possum that wondered out onto the road and got run over by a muggle in a car. Do I make myself clear Mr. Harry Potter?"

"Yes sir," Harry said nodding quickly and leaning as far back on the sofa as possible, "If she cries, I'm road kill, no questions asked."

"Good," said Auror Rynolds sitting back in his armchair, "Now, how about you tell me what you're plans are for the future?"

"Okay," said Harry taking a deep calming breath, "well right now I live with my best friend in his parents' house, but that's just temporary," Harry added quickly upon seeing the look on Auror Rynolds's face, "As soon as we're sure we—that is my two best friends and I—can afford it we'll rent a place somewhere, preferably in Godric's Hollow, which is where my parents are buried."

"And what are you doing in the area of career?"

"Well at the moment I work as a clerk in Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes but I don't think I'll be doing that forever. I've always dreamed of being an Auror, you see. Unfortunately I don't have the proper education at the moment and I can't go back to Hogwarts and make up my seventh year at the time being."

"And why's that?"

"Well I've got a four month old at home, and his parents were just killed in the Hogwarts Battle, he needs me right now."

"I see," said Auror Rynolds.

"Yeah," said Harry, "I hope you don't mind me saying this Auror Rynolds, sir," Harry added, "But Teddy is a lot more important to me then anything else in my life. In fact, I thought he was sick earlier and almost broke my date with your daughter."

"Well as a father," Auror Rynolds said, "I can say that I would do the same thing. And as Amber's father," he added crossing his legs, "I can tell you that she would understand."

"Did I just take my feet out of my mouth?" Harry asked.

"You did indeed," Auror Rynolds said smiling for the first time since Harry had got there, "Amber," he called up the stairs, "I'm done interrogating the boy, you can come down now."

Harry stood up as Amber came bounding down the stairs; she was wearing a Weird Sisters halter top and a matching red and black plaid skirt. Her hair was curled and highlighted with red streaks the same shade as Ginny's hair, Harry realized with a pang.

"Hi," Amber said upon approaching him, "Hope the old man didn't frighten you."

"Oh, no not at all," Harry lied, "I think we hit it off pretty well."

"Good," Amber said smiling, "I'm glad to hear it."

"You look nice," Harry said.

"Thank-you," Amber said. "Are those for me?" she added nodding her head towards the flowers Harry was holding.

"Oh, yeah, here." Harry handed the flowers to her.

"They're beautiful," said Amber, taking the flowers from Harry.

"Yeah," said Harry putting his hands in his pockets, "they made me think of you."

"Oh, stop it," Amber said smacking him playfully on the shoulder, "Isn't he adorable," Amber said to her father.

"Not really," her father replied.

"I'll go put these in some water and then we'll go," said Amber. She ran out of the room with the flowers, leaving Harry alone with Auror Rynolds again.

Harry looked around the room awkwardly.

"You've got a nice house sir," Harry said off-handly, "clean."

"Yup," Auror Rynolds said without looking at Harry.

After a few more awkward moments of silence, Amber reentered the living room with a black sweater.

"Okay, Daddy, we're going to leave now," Amber said pulling her sweater on.

"Have fun sweat pea," Auror Rynolds said giving his daughter a hug and glaring at Harry over her shoulder.

"Dad," said Amber. Still hugging her father

"Yes, my Darling?" asked Auror Rynolds, still glaring at Harry over his daughter's shoulder.

"You're scaring the boy," said Amber.

Amber and her father pulled apart.

"Now whatever gives you that idea?" Auror Rynolds asked innocently.

Amber gave him a skeptical.

"Alright, so I might have scared him a little," Auror Rynolds admitted, "but I'm you're dad, it's my job."

"You do it quite well, sir," Harry said.

Auror Rynolds glared at him again.

"Er, Amber, I think we should leave now," Harry said quickly.

Amber chuckled, "Yeah. Bye Dad."

"Goodbye Auror Rynolds," said Harry, "I'll have her home by eleven."

"Ten."

"Ten! Of course! Yes! Ten o'clock, on the dot, not even a second late, perhaps a little early if that's what you want, sir."

Auror Rynolds glared at Harry again.

"Okay, Amber let's go," Harry said hastening out the front door.

Amber followed Harry out into the cool evening air. It was about half-past seven so the sun hadn't set yet, but Harry could see a full moon rising just over the horizon and the darkening sky was dotted with one or two glittering stars.

"Shall we?" Harry said holding out is hand for Amber to take.

"We shall," Amber said taking his hand.

They walked down the street in silence for a few minutes and then Amber asked, "So honestly, how bad did he scare you?"

"What?"

"My dad," Amber specified, "he's never exactly welcoming of my dates. He scares them usually. You're not any different, even if you are Harry Potter."

Harry stared at her for a moment.

"How'd you figure it out?"

"Well, I couldn't help but over-hear from the air vent at which I was eavesdropping," Amber said nonchalantly.

Harry chuckled. This girl reminded him a lot of Ginny; that was the kind of thing she would say.

"He scared you, didn't he?" Amber asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, just a little bit," Harry lied.

Amber gave him a skeptical look.

"…in comparison to facing my death when I went after the Philosopher's Stone when I was eleven," He added.

Amber chuckled again.

"You're funny."

"I try," said Harry. "Hey if you were eavesdropping on my interrogation with your dad you must have heard me say that I almost broke our date tonight."

"Yes, but you did it for a good reason, I understand."

Harry smiled.

"Well," he said, "we've got about twenty minutes to kill before we have to be there. What do you want to do?"

"We could stop for some ice cream," Amber suggested.

"That sounds good," said Harry, "Ice cream it is."

Harry led Amber down an ally.

"You know the ice cream shop in Diagon Ally?"

Amber nodded.

"Any objections to going there?"

"None at all."

"Then let's go."

Amber and Harry both turned on the spot stepping into a dark, compressed tube. Once the pressure had lifted from Harry's body, he found himself standing with Amber outside the ice cream shop that Ron worked at. Harry and Amber entered the shop hand-in-hand.

"Hello," said the tall, blond-haired young man behind the counter, "What can I get you two?"

"Single scoop of strawberry ice cream, please," said Amber taking a seat on one of the red bar stools at the counter.

"Same for me only make mine mint chocolate chip," Harry said taking a seat next to Amber.

"Coming right up," said the man.

While the ice cream man got their ice cream, Harry and Amber began to talk amongst themselves again.

"You know, I really like that skirt Amber," said Harry. "Red's actually my favorite color."

"Thank-you," Amber said, "Guess you like the color in my hair then."

"Yeah, it's actually the same shade of red as…" Harry stopped. He was about to talk about his ex-girlfriend while on a date with another girl. Harry thought this would be a bad idea. "…as my best friend's hair." Harry finished lamely.

"Here you go," said the waiter handing them there ice cream.

Not a moment too soon, Harry thought.

"That'll be four galleons," said the waiter.

"I've got it," Harry said pulling his money bag out of his pocket, and fishing through it for four galleons.

Harry laid three galleons on the counter in front of the man but had to pull a picture he had in his money bag of him and Teddy out to find the last galleon.

"There," Harry said pushing the coins toward the waiter.

"Thank-you," he said before strolling into the backroom leaving Harry and Amber alone.

"Is that you and your godson?" Amber asked nodding at the photo Harry had left sitting out on the counter.

"Yeah," Harry said smiling at the moving picture, "that was taken the day I had first gained custody if him."

"Why does he have a paper towel wrapped around his waist?" Amber asked.

"Because I had no idea what I was doing," said Harry smiling at his Kodak-moment first attempt at changing a nappy.

"He seems like a really sweet boy," Amber said.

"He is," Harry assured her, "In fact just before I left, he was telling me how much he likes you and how pretty he thinks you are."

Amber smiled. "Well you'll have to give this to him for me then," she said before leaning forward and kissing Harry on the cheek.

Harry smiled. "Can do," he said.

"Excuse me," the waiter had returned, "but are you Harry Potter?"

"Yes," Harry sighed.

"Well there's someone in the fire for you. He says he knows you, Ron Weasley?"

"Yeah, I know him," Harry stated.

"He says he needs to talk to you, he says it's important."

Harry sighed again.

"Could you excuse me for a moment?" he asked Amber; she nodded.

Harry got up and followed the employee to the back room where he saw Ron's head floating in the emerald flames in the fireplace.

"Harry," Ron said looking panic-stricken.

"How'd you know I was here?"

"I didn't," said Ron quickly, "I've been popping in and out of fires all over Diagon Ally for the past ten minutes asking if you were there."

"What's so important to tell me?" Harry asked.

"It's Teddy."

An icy wave of panic shot through Harry like a knife upon hearing this. The ice cream cone in his hand fell to the floor in his shock but Harry didn't care; all Harry cared about at the moment was his godson and making sure he was okay.

"Teddy?" Harry repeated quickly, kneeling down in front of the fireplace so he was at eye level with Ron. "What's happened? Is he okay?"

"We have a very big problem."

A/N: Oh, I bet you really hate me now! Leaving you hanging like that, I must have some nerve! I'm curious to know what you guys all think so leave your predictions in the reviews. Also, I'm looking for a banner so if anyone would maybe like to help me with that, tell me in a review. Oh and by the way, each person who reviews will win a million dollars in cash (wink wink nudge nudge). And yes, that means I'm an American. :)

Also—there was a question about this in the reviews and I think I answered it wrongly—Hermione lives with her parents at the moment, she doesn't live at the Burrow. There was also another comment about how little fluff there usually is and to that I have to say that we all have fluff in our lives, fluff is what makes the world go round; I might have to use a little fluff to move from point to point in this story. But just so you know, if it looks like fluff, sounds like fluff, and smells like fluff, it's not necessarily fluff; it could be essential to the story line or a small hint of what is yet to come. There was a little fluff in this chapter but most of what looked like fluff was important cough hint hint cough

I've started on Chapter 3 but there may be a bit of a wait on it considering that I've got a slight case of Writer's Block. I'm really, really sorry about that considering the cliffy. I'll do my best to get it in soon.

Wow, that was a long author's note. If anyone is actually still reading this I'll end this by begging for reviews a bit more. gets down on hands and knees Please! Please Review! PLEASE!!!!!! And just in case there are any newbees out there who don't know, this site isn't like YouTube; you don't have to be a member to review. So review!