The Agenda Chapter 4 - Emerald and Amber

Warning: DH spoilers

Disclaimer: Only the plot is mine

Summary: The meeting is over and the schedule is sorted out. Harry, Ginny and Teddy. What could go wrong? Harry and Ginny take on the new adventure of taking care of Teddy on several occasions throughout the years. Follow them on the journey.

Its a sequel to: The meeting of utmost imporatnce. But it can be read alone.

Last time:

Finally Teddy grabbed onto the ring forcibly as if it held the answers to mankind's philosophy, and greedily shoved it into his mouth. Though not one hundred percent pleased, he calmed down reasonably. Harry let out a sigh. The vibrant red turned down the brightness to the natural mousy brown of his mother. Nympahdora Tonks-Lupin's hair was one of the few physical attributes which he had inherited. In all essence he was the appearance of his namesake, Teddy Remus Lupin, and the personality of the wild Nymph. The metamorphous abilities andthe grin were a completely different bag of marbles.

The mission had been complete but they still had over six hours left of this type of endurance. Harry was still unaware of the looming vengeance coming his way, Teddy wanted to the tooth to be vanished and taken away for good and poor Ginny wanted to lie down. Six more hours thought the threesome. It was certainly going to be a long day.

After 25 minutes and 52seconds of watching his godson viciously munch on the plastic ring, it was safe to say that Harry Potter was bored stiff. He had been envisaging this day for the past week, and now that it was here, it was truly a disappointment. He had hoped to play merrily with the little man – build a fortress of towers, watch the miniature steam engine zoom around the room and perhaps read a brightly coloured book: one of those children books which made sound when the appropriate button was pressed, and was made out of different textures. He had planned the whole day out: right down to the last detail, every single bit. Now he was left with a disaster. Life was tough. Life also did not seem to favour the trio.

Teddy Lupin was still seated on the lap of Ginny: there was a tacit agreement – the adults were afraid to place the infant down, in fear that his horrific cries would start again. You could easily tell that the child was not entirely pleased with the situation for his hair had not yet reverted to its joyous turquoise. The potters were lucky that it was no longer a fire-engine red. I mean not only was it painful on your eyes but it signified the degree of his anger. No, a mousy brown which was tinged pink at the tips definitely indicated a placated baby who was still very temperamental. So how was the young couple supposed to fully calm such a child without causing further damage? They also had to keep in mind that the infant may be prone to accidental magic – though he had yet to show the ability, they wouldn't rule it out. After all, his gift to change his hair colour proved that he was magical. No one would dare to believe that a non-magical metamorphous existed. It would be too preposterous. Unimaginable infact.

Ginny, in the meantime, was on the receiving end of her sore legs due to the lack of blood cells that could reach her lower extremities. The weight on her lap wasn't helping. It was a tender aching pain which made her feet feel numb. It was horrible. If only she could stretch out, take a stroll, grab a cup of coffee and then she would be happy. Alas, Teddy appeared, to some extent, to be content so she didn't feel inclined to move him. Her destiny was to suffer the slow and painful process of losing all sensation in her lower limbs. It wasn't fair. But how was destiny to know that Ginerva Potter Nee Weasley did not play by the rules.

"Harryyyyyyyyyyyyyyy..."

He looked up at her cautiously, expecting something to fly towards him. When she whined and dragged out his name, it often meant he wasn't going to like what she was going to say. It didn't matter as long as it didn't involve any kind of movement whatsoever.

"Yeah..."

"Well I was wondering... you know...if you agree to...I don't know...put Teddy in his play pen for a bit."

If Harry hadn't previously looked nervous, he definitely did now. He definately did not want to move the infant that could produce a screaming explosion within seconds to be moved. It was a simple request really.

"Gin, I'm not sure...I mean...I don't want him to start crying again. It was terrible enough the first time."

"I understand, I really do." Ginny, unconsciously nodded her head in empathy. "I agree with you and everything but then again, I don't want to have to amputate legs and re-grow them. It's all pins and needles down there."

He hated to admit it, but she was right. Pins and needles was one of the worst feelings that existed and yet there nobody had a little thought to use magic to invent a charm that could prevent it. Stupid really. If he had to save his wife, then they should go for the less is more approach.

"Maybe you could just slide him onto my lap and he won't even notice."

"Harry's he's a baby, not stupid. I'm sure he'll pick up on the fact that he's been moved."

"He might not. Look at the way he's busy chewing on that thing. He's completely ignorant."

If Ginny had her arms free, then she would have taken the opportunity to swat her husband on the head. He could be a right dolt when he wanted to be/. Not an ounce of sense in him. Everybody knows that babies are the most aware in the human race. Luckily for him, she was presently occupied.

"Ignorant or not, you'll be left with the child on your lap. Are you sure you want that? He might turn on you again."

Perhaps that wouldn't be such a bad idea. In fact, it would be even better if he did. Teddy would then be aiding her in her way of revenge and fate would be on her side.

"Don't remind me."

Memories of searing pain shot through Harry's mind. It wasn't pleasant. Out of the many things he had ever dealt with, this was a challenge.

"Oh come on Harry, even you've got to admit it was funny."

Flashbacks of her husband jumping around, threatening to drop the dear child while swearing profusely, entered her mind. Giggling slightly, she wished she had something to capture it.

"It bloody hurt, that's what."

It seemed, Harry didn't quite see the funny side. Oh well. She would have to convince him later.

"You know, you sound an awful lot like Ron."

"Not surprised, so many years of sharing a room with that bloke does that to you. "

"I guess so. But really, do you seriously want me to move this critter on your lap?"

Ginny wasn't quite sure why she was checking if her husband was okay with the whole agenda, it wasn't right. Maybe she should be less suspicious if she showed some compassion. Harry on the other hand, was somewhat dubious, there was a possibility of anything happening. Yet love in this case, conquered all.

"It's better that the floor. He'll be more comfortable on my lap."

"If he bites you again, it's your own fault and not mine. Got it?"

"Yes Ma'am. Anyway we don't want you to be caffeine deprived or to lose your lovely legs."

"Me neither. Let's just pray he doesn't wail."

"We could always put a silencing charm on him if he did."

"If you want to, you could physically put it on, I guess. But what would happen if you forgot to take it off?"

"Ah, I don't want to think about the consequences."

"Good. Nice to know you'll have a clear conscience."

Ginny, ever so gently moved the grisly infant, over to his rightful owner, with as much care as possible. At the last minute, once he had felt that he was indeed sitting on somebody new, he let out a growl in dissatisfaction. His godmum, on the other hand, was far from dissatisfied. Getting up, she stretched to her full height using all the muscles in her legs, right down to her toes. Wiggling each digit she felt some of the stiffness evaporate. A good walk was the only cure she needed.

Harry looked down at the child who had just been deposited on his lap. At the same time, the said infant psychically felt the gaze and looked up. Emerald melted into Amber. To an outsider it would seem that the two were silently communicating – no words were needed to express themselves. It could have been leglimens or occulmeny but in truth it was neither. They were both inquisitive by nature and were admiring the detail. After a few more moments of absent-mindedly staring, Teddy broke away, grumbling to himself.

"You know, little one, I wish that tooth of yours wasn't giving you so much trouble. That way, you'd be fun to play with and you'd enjoy yourselves. Look on the Brightside though, once all the pain has disappeared, you'll have a nice gleaming tooth. Then, maybe sometime soon, you'll get some more. If you think about it, you'll then have lots of beautiful teeth and a stunning smile. That wouldn't be too bad would it?"

Teddy looked up again questioningly. What if all this pain wasn't worth the results? I mean it hurt a lot. It really hurt. He'd have to go through this procedure over and over again. Why would anyone subject themselves to this willingly?

"Look at my teeth, Teddy, they're not perfect but I like them and your Godmum says they're nice. She says that my smile is charming."

The infant glanced up at the white teeth of his Goddad. Sure they looked nice, but he wouldn't go as far as to call them charming. Contemplating his options, Teddy decided to find a new source of entertainment, for by now, it was becoming apparent the small child was coveting towards boredom: the conversation topic wasn't to his fancy and it was of course only one sided. Mindlessly fidgeting with the hem of Harry's top and shifting around in his seat, materialised almost instantaneously. Aimlessly, Harry brushed aside some of his fringe that was threatening his eyes, and made a pointed observation: the pink tinges had vanished. What he had thought was pointless chatter, obviously had a different effect on the mini metamorph. Now if only he could get it a vibrant turquoise or maybe a deep aqua marine – the two colours that Teddy had taken a liking to. But what could he, Harry Potter, do to make a child change the colour of his hair? The grizzly bear, as Harry had decided to christen him, was simply refusing to cooperate.

Ginny returned to the duo, now looking much brighter and ready to face the day. She had had her RDA of caffeine and it had put a spring in her step. She had also decided to dispose of her bedclothes and so was now lounging in black slacks and a pale blue tee-shirt.

"Giny, haven't I told you enough times to stop taking the drugs, they're not good for you Hun."

Harry chuckled at the change in his wife. As far as he was concern he had become way too perky, way too quickly.

"The only charm I used was a cup of espresso with a dash of milk. I told you, a creamy coffee is the answer to everything."

"I'll just take your word on that one."

"Anyway, how is Mr. T?"

"Much better it seems."

"Oh, his hair has lost the pink. That's good in any case."

"Thank you Captain Obvious. I'd already noticed."

"Well, I just entered the room."

"I Know you did."

The cheerful banter had an immediate calming effect on Harry and he certainly felt better. If only it would work on the grizzly bear.

"Do you reckon I can make brown go blue?"

"Perhaps. But I think this is the best we're going to get."

"I don't like him being miserable. I feel as if its all my fault."

"Yes Harry, it's all your fault. We blame you completely. You forced that tooth to come up and cause all this hassle. We all blame you. Every single one of us. I mean I do, Teddy does, Andromeda does, you do, mum does, Ron will probally agree with me, Hermione will, George will..."

The sarcasm was back but they both knew it was harmless. Everybody knew that the chosen one could not have done that.

Chapter 4 is finally up. Sorry for the delay. I do realise that I haven't tackled a problem but I wanted to tackle their relationship as a group and their interactions, so I do hope you like it. Please review with all your comments and constructive criticism is always welcome. Thank you.