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Hogwarts: Assignment #1, Duelling Lessons: Write about someone being summoned by someone

Content Warnings: NA

Chamomile

"What's wrong?" Tonks asked, bursting into the flat. "Is everything okay?"

Because the baby was screaming, she didn't panic and assumed the worst right away-she just assumed that Teddy hadn't heard her. She closed the door behind her and let herself in, navigating Teddy and Victoire's familiar flat. The kitchen was disastrous: there were dishes piled high in the sink, including multiple baby bottles, and empty pizza boxes were piled on the kitchen table. She turned left and walked towards the bedrooms.

"Teddy?" she asked, tucking her wand in her back pocket. "Teddy, where are you sweetheart?"

Teddy stepped out of the bedroom, wearing a shirt from which spit-up seemed to have recently been wiped, clutching the baby to his chest. His teal hair was standing up in chaotic tufts and his brown eyes were wide.

"Teddy, what's wrong?" she asked, closing the space between her and her baby and his baby.

"I messed up," Teddy said. "I messed up, I had to cut her nails after bathtime and I clipped her finger."

"Oh no," Tonks said. "Is she bleeding?"

"No, no, I put dittany on it and it stopped but she hasn't stopped screaming," Teddy said. "Possibly because she knows she's the daughter of an unfit father now."

"No, no, that's not it," Tonks said. "That's not it. Here, let me grab her. Hi baby girl, hello…"

She gently lifted her granddaughter out of Teddy's arms. He'd put a sock over her hand to keep the cut covered-smart boy.

"Hi," Tonks said, bobbing Margo up and down. "Hello, hi. What's going on, Miss Margo?"

"Victo is going to kill me, I broke our baby," Teddy said, chewing on his knuckles. His eyes were slightly watery. "She left me alone with our baby for the first time to go out with her girls just once, and I went ahead and broke her."

"You did no such thing," Tonks said sternly. She was somewhat sympathetic; she'd tripped while holding Teddy once and had cried harder than he had. But the thing that had kept her grounded that time had been Remus very strictly telling her that the baby was fine, that accidents happened, and that she needed to calm down and forgive herself. "Things happen, Teddy."

"Did you ever mutilate me?" Teddy asked.

"You didn't mutilate your daughter, it was an accident," Tonks said, bobbing the little girl up and down. Her diaper was clean, so that wasn't the source of the screaming.

"She doesn't want to eat, she doesn't want her pacifier, she doesn't want to sleep, she doesn't want anything," Teddy said.

Tonks chewed her lip and then realized that Margo was rubbing at her ears as she screamed bloody murder. She gently used her free hand to poke two fingers into her granddaughter's tiny little mouth and feel her gums.

"Ooh, yeah that's inflamed," Tonks said, over the sound of screaming.

"Oh my God what did I do?" Teddy asked, eyes wide.

"Nothing," Tonks repeated. "She's just teething."

"Teething?" Teddy asked. "But she's only four months?"

"It's early, but yeah it can start at four months," Tonks said. "You did."

"I did?" Teddy asked.

"You sure did," Tonks said. "And you also decided to scream and make it everybody's problem."

"You're teething..." Teddy told Margo. He scooped her out of Tonks's arms and kissed the top of her wispy little curls. "Is that the problem? Why did you start so early and make it harder on yourself, sunshine? Oh, come here…"

As if forgetting that she was there at all, Teddy walked away from her and brought the baby into the bathroom. She could barely hear him cooing and babbling at the baby over the sound of her screaming, but eventually she stopped screaming.

"There you go, sunshine…" he said. "There you go…"

He reappeared in the bathroom doorway with a now quieter Margo in his arms.

"Chamomile-infused cooling dittany balm," he said. "That's what we use at the hospital."

"There you go," she smiled. "And to think I was just putting your stuffed animals in the fridge to give you something cool to chew on. Having two parents who are Healers is pretty good for you, isn't it Margo?"

Margo had apparently exhausted herself screaming because she started dozing off against her dad's chest. Tonks smiled.

"There you go," she said. "See? All better."

"Thank God," Teddy breathed. He had both arms wrapped around Margo protectively, and looked exhausted.

"See?" she asked, reaching out to put a hand on his arm. "You've got this, Teddy. You're doing great."

"It didn't feel that way ten minutes ago," he said.

"But you summoned your mum for an assist and that's what counts," she said. "Go put your baby to bed, I'll make you some tea."

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