Teddy swung by twice a month, or if he was out of school, at least twice a week.

Even after Harry was given permanent leave, Andromeda wouldn't give her grandson up to the man her son-in-law placed as his guardian. In fact, the burning passion to keep Teddy away from Harry only festered after Tonks had died.

But neither Harry nor Teddy could really comply easily, anyways. After all, it was Teddy's choice.

Being seventeen, Teddy already had a developed sense of rebellion against his conservative grandmother. There was no doubt about it- with each trip to Tesco's made at midnight just to buy more turquoise and flamingo-pink hair dye, to the numerous piercings in his ear, Andromeda grew more frustrated while Harry's odd pride for the teen grew. However, Teddy wasn't a womanizer, which was probably a redeeming factor in Andromeda's eyes that kept him from being thrown out of the house. That, and that Teddy was the only Tonks/Lupin/Black heir left because no, she would not let her pompous blonde-haired relative to inherit the estate. (That also spurred another argument.)

"I'm thinking of getting a tattoo." Teddy revealed one day, on another spontaneous visit. "It'd be just like yours," he gestured to the lightning bolt under Harry's unmanaged fringes.

"No tattoos until you're eighteen." Harry had said sternly. "And it's a scar, not a tattoo."

Teddy's features drooped visibly. Harry had felt tempted to affectionately ruffle his hair, wondering if he'd perk up like a puppy would. He didn't, the want to reserve his dignity and Teddy's overcoming the want to pet the boy. I've got a parental consent form you could sign-"

"No, Ted."

(Teddy still managed to get the tattoo. Harry found out from James after Boxing Day. "It was so cool, Dad! Can I get one?" "No.")

So when Harry found the teen leaning over his shoulder on a Tuesday at nine in the morning, Harry was hardly surprised.

Harry gave him a small glance before returning to the 70K manuscript of Tommy Riddle and the Heir of the Golden Cobra. "You could have knocked. Where did you get the key, anyways?"

"You're getting old- I swiped them from you last time I visited." Teddy replied, before reading over Harry's shoulder. After a minute of the sound of Harry's tapping fingers, Teddy spoke. "It's quite obvious Theodore's the Heir."

"Really?"

Teddy hummed again in conformation. Harry could see in his peripheral that Teddy swooped his left-arm over Harry's left hand to steal the stale toast that had been sitting on a napkin for days. "You keep going back to the crimson glint of the snake on his badge. See, you say it at least five times, and if you're not emphasizing that, you're hinting about 'the cobra's golden gleam' or 'the glint of hidden knowledge' in Theo's eyes."

That statement was reluctantly true. After writing for a week, Harry could feel his inspiration begin dry up.

Harry sighed, running a tired hand through his hair. Teddy continued. "Also, Theodore's House colors are red and gold and- and he's a Slytherdor." He took a bite from the toast before placing it back on its napkin and forcefully swallowing it down. "Snakes slither. Could you be more obvious?"

Much like the Potter kids, Teddy was a member of the Tommy Riddle fandom. (Harry had discovered the term after another irresistible midnight stroll on the fan-fiction website.)

"Fine." Harry said tiredly, highlighting the whole document and deleting it. He shimmied out of the chair and gestured towards the desk. "You try."

Teddy's blue eyes widened in shock before he hurriedly undid Harry's previous action. "You can't just delete stuff because you're frustrated, old man."

"Well, then don't play backseat driver." Harry said with more venom then he meant. He face-palmed, dragging his open hand until it dropped off his chin. "Ugh. Sorry."

"Hey, hey." Teddy gently sat Harry, and leaned on the desk casually. "What's wrong?"

Harry just banged his head on the keyboard silently. A blob of words consumed half of the screen.

"Talk to me, you geezer." Teddy continued, shaking Harry's shoulder.

He could hear his godfather's sigh. "Everything just has to revolve around Tommy Riddle."

Teddy huffed. "No it doesn't."

"Yes it does." Harry protested, raising his head just enough to sip the diluted coffee pushed to him. "Your Aunt Ginny wants me to stop writing and get a real job and Aunt Hermione wants me to send her more Tommy Riddle books to publish. Also, Lils, Albus, and James- well, they want a new story nearly every day. I've gotten to the point where I have to ration my chapters." Harry leaned back on the chair, face looking up at the cracking ceiling. "And Rose- since when does she read fan-fiction?"

"She writes, too." Teddy swiped the coffee from Harry and took a thoughtful drink. "Now that I think about it, she's rather good, too. Not just for a twelve-year-old- when I say she's good, she's good."

"You read her stuff?" Then another thought popped into his mind. "Wait, you know her account?"

"Um, yeah." Teddy blinked. "I'm practically her cousin- we're close."

"Jut tell me her user." Harry demanded, already turning to open up a new tab with a strange sort of vigor.

"It's ivorypetalsandrosecoloredkeys," He replied, "No caps, and it's just strung as one word. Nope- no hyphen either. Or a period. Uncle, what part of- never mind." Teddy reached over Harry and typed the name in the search bar.

"Ivorypetalsandrosecoloredkeys," Harry repeated, mumbling as he scrolled through the rather lengthy list of stories, each having at least a solid five hundred reviews. "Wow."

Harry could sense Harry nod in pride. "Yup. That's my girl."

"Just- wow," Harry said in awe, before waving Teddy away. "Hey, can you go check on Lils? If she's not awake yet, you can wake her up- I'll make breakfast in a few."

The clock read 9:25 AM.

"Alright," Teddy complied, heading to the bedroom. "As long as you call in for me at school and tell them I'm with you."

"Mmm- wait, what? Ted."

When Teddy said Rose was good, he wasn't lying.

So when Rose left a cliffhanger on one of her most popular fics, The Doctor's Other Life, he had to do one thing.

He called Ron.

"Harry- it's four in the bloody morning. What the hell do you need? It better be important."

"Can you get Rose?"

"Does Ginny know you're awake?"

"Ginny will be back from competition a week from now- it's a Tuesday, right?"

"No, mate- it's Wednesday."

"Oh. Can you get Rose, though?"

"She has to wake up for school in three hours- can't you wait until then?"

"It's important."

After ten painstakingly long minutes on hold, Rose's voice sounded through the line. "Uncle Harry? What do you need?"

"I need you to update The Doctor's Other Life. Now."

There was a silence at the end of the line. Harry wasn't sure if she just placed down the phone somewhere and decided to ignore him until he hung up- he would plead guilty if anyone asked him if he used the tactic before. "Did you seriously call for that? I have a life, you know."

"You also have at least five fan-fictions with over fifty-thousand words with at least a hundred reviews each."

"Wait, how did you find it?"

"It?"

"The-" she lowered her voice, "-account. Dad want me to delete them."

"Them?"

"I might have more than one?" Rose whispered, her pitch rising at the end of her sentence, as if she was saying a question. "Dad found all of them."

"Teddy didn't tell me this!"

"So Teddy's the one that ratted out on me?" Rose asked with an unsurprised voice, though Harry could sense her hurt.

"I might have forced him."

"You didn't have to call to remind me to update TDOL- I was going to do it later today."

"Rose, do it now."

Rose's sigh sounded like muffled static. "I can't. Dad. But look, I have to go."

"Alright. Sorry for waking you up, Rose."

"I'm not. I'm glad that you're actually talking to me."

The comment stung. "Sorry?"

"No- sorry, Uncle Harry, it's just." She sucked in a sharp breath.

"Rose-"

"Never mind. I'll update later. But while you're at it, check out neoncathedrals. No caps, no spaces, no nothing- just those two words strung together. He has some pretty good fics."

"Rose-"

"Bye, Uncle Harry. I know Dad doesn't say it, but he misses you- you never meet up with him anymore."

"Rose-"

"Goodnight. Or good day, whatever it is."

The phone call ended with an unwanted click. Harry stared at the screen for a moment before hitting the power button and tugging the blankets higher.

tbc.

AN: Or, in which the author has no clue how to end this chapter. Argh.