Get a Hold of Yourself
Chapter Seven: Godmother?
A/N: So in this chapter, they are gonna refer to the Gryffindor Common Room as The Lion's Den.
SPECIAL THANKS TO jeragon & witchyagender!
Thank You;
Third Week of November-
He could have screamed it was that bad. Harry sat before Kendricks, his DADA teacher, as the man droned on telling him everything he wanted this week. A four scroll report due by Friday. It was Monday and already Harry knew his week was screwed. There was no way he was going to be able to finish it by then.
Between the Three Day Potion Scotts assigned, which would take forever, and the math that had been piling up in Muggle Studies. The mathematical issue was due to the fact that Harry simply not having the time to spend hours poring over math help sites to figure out one problem. Though even beyond the time crunch problem, there was the emotional side as well.
The report in DADA was about werewolves, and not just anything about werewolves, but the capture, punishment, and killing of werewolves in the past four hundred years. A century per scroll.
Remus and Tonks were already constantly on his mind given that he was caring for their baby, but the idea of having to read in detail the torture that Remus and even Teddy would have been subjected to had the Ministry gotten their hands on them was unthinkable…
The Night After Talk With Kendricks-
As soon as he was dismissed Harry had gone to Luna who had suggested finding a suitable topic and ask to complete an essay on that instead. So he scavenged through the library for a few minutes and found several books on the interaction between Bogarts and the objects or beings that they transform into. Naturally, Harry took a list of resources to Kendricks. Needless to say, it had been adamantly shot down.
Now, perched on the arm of a sofa in the Lion's Den, he spoke to Hermione and Ron about it. Ron suggested skiving off the paper and instead work on something else, after all, Harry could easily make the grade up later. Only he couldn't, and Kendricks wouldn't let him either.
Hermione spoke up claiming to have an answer. Push the centuries back so he wouldn't have to research the current conditions of werewolves. But that just wasn't possible because he had been explicitly told to write about modern times.
'I'm trapped...' he thought forlornly as he rubbed a hand over his face in frustration…
Turning In DADA Paper On Werewolves-
Class had just let out and everyone was shuffling up to the professor's desk at the top of the room to turn in their assignments. Harry's was, by far, the largest. However, he had made sure to roll all four scrolls together tightly so no one would to just how large it was.
Kendricks had given him some 'special' scroll parchment. Every time a teacher gave him something specific to do a job with, it never turned out good. In this case, the scrolls were and extra seven inches longer than even Hermione's 'Extra Space Parchment'.
Today, Harry had been forced to place two glamour's over his face just to look normal enough to roam the castle for classes. His mind was so fogged by the recent information gained about werewolves, that he couldn't seem to cast a full strength spell, not even something as pitiful as a glamour!
The glamours were purely to rid himself of the dark circles under his eyes, but it had some setbacks. Most of his freckles were covered which in turn led Hermione staring at him for an uncomfortably long amount of time trying to figure what wasn't right with his face.
Never the less, he tried his best to be around his close friends. They could carry on pointless conversations for hours. Of course Harry had tap out to do homework, but it was still nice to spend time with the pair. The two of them were still awkward at dating and everything 'couple-like.' In fact, Harry and Luna had spoken about it during one of the late nights they now shared in each other's company.
Luna was certain their strained situation was only because they were so used to being friends, but now they were 'more than friends' and just needed time to adjust.
Harry a greatly appreciated Luna's company during the long nights. Even if she left at midnight to put Teddy to bed, the sound of her bare feet padding around the Gryffindor Common room was comforting. Just to know that he didn't always have to worry about Teddy was a relief. However, in return Luna demanded he tell her about that was going on in his life.
Anything from where he worked (she had quickly figured out that he did not leave every afternoon just to check on 12 Grimmauld Place.) to what he intended to do once he left Hogwarts. She would also bluntly tell him when to be in bed by, just as she had the first night, and every time he found that he would be crawling between the sheets at the time stated. It was almost as though Harry's subconscious just need that tiny bit of a nudge to follow through.
On the topic of post-school life, Harry had answered honestly. Someone in the Ministry had made sure he was in the right classes to become an Auror. It wasn't that big of a deal to him, but Luna found it unsettling. She could see the fighting fire had begun dwindling in his eyes. He was going to become an Auror even if he didn't want to, simply because he was done fighting.
It was disturbing to see. To see Harry Potter, the boy who never back down from a fight so utterly exhausted and ready to give in. He wasn't even one of the hundreds of students who had protested and petitioned so as not to be forced back to Hogwarts. And the worst part was that he didn't want to come back! He didn't want to go back to the Dursley's. He didn't want to suffer from night terrors. He didn't want to be the only parent to his Godson. He just didn't! How hard was that for everyone to understand?
He just wanted peace…
Last Day Of November-
"Luna, could I ask you a question?" Harry and Luna, with Teddy asleep in the crook his Godfather's arm, were folded into one of the ice cold window seats in the Lion's Den. Both were bundled in sweaters and socks and still cold, but didn't bother moving.
"I think you just did, Harry." Luna answered.
He couldn't help the smile that tugged at his lips as he rolled his eyes a bit, taking a second to put his thoughts in order before continuing.
"Luna, do you want to become Teddy's Godmother?" he asked gazing deeply into her eyes. She tipped her head to the side in question.
"Why would you want me? You should ask Hermione," Even if Luna wanted to, she knew Hermione deserved to be Godmother more than herself.
"Why should Hermione be Teddy's Godmother?" he had a smile across his face in confusion.
"Because you've known her for so long, and she knew Remus and Tonks," it seemed obvious to Luna. Why would Harry want her to care for the child legally when he could have Hermione who would know everything Teddy would ever need.
"Hermione may be smart Luna, and she may have known Remus and Tonks, but she isn't maternal. Maybe with time and her own children, but not today. And," he took a small pause to consider his words. "I chose you."
He smiled at her as he shifted Teddy in his arms. Luna gazed at the sleeping child's face and knew what her answer would be. She had known it the moment Harry asked, just not willing to believe he would choose her. No one had ever chosen her. She was seen as a daydreamer, irresponsible, a girl with a head full of air. Why would aynone trust her?
"I would love to, Harry…"
A/N: it may not be a real thing, but I just wanted Luna and Harry to be legally bound to Teddy and it may stir something up elsewhere in the castle…
