Note: Thanks again for all the reviews and follows/favourites! Every ding of my email notification keeps me motivated to continue writing. I'm glad that most of you are enjoying the story. For those who keep wondering, the meeting we are all waiting for will be in a few more chapters. Until then, we will learn a little more about Harry and Tony, and their feelings on the sudden revelation of their relations. In this chapter, we learn about Harry's relationship with Teddy, and Harry finally makes a decision. Please enjoy!

Chapter Six

Harry woke up some time later to cooing. He opened his eyes and saw that Teddy's bassinette had been placed next to his bed. Harry smiled. The infant was one of the only lights of Harry's life at the moment. He was still devastated that Teddy was orphaned – losing Remus and Tonks was such a blow – but it gave Harry a purpose: he had to live on to care for his Godson.

A couple of days after the battle, Harry had contacted Andromeda in hopes of meeting his Godson, and she agreed to meet with him at Grimmauld Place that evening. When Andromeda introduced Theodore Remus Lupin to his Godfather and Harry held the boy for the first time, he knew he was in love. Teddy was just shy of a month old, and when his little fingers squeezed Harry's index finger, he felt his magic surge and an urge to cuddle the boy tight to his chest and never let go. It took everything he had to lay him down in his bassinet in order to speak with Andromeda.

At first the older woman was reserved. He thought it was because they barely knew each other, as he had only met her once, and or just the fact she was grieving the loss of her only child. Andromeda had wanted little part in the war, fearing facing her little sisters on the other side of the battlefield, because even though she had not seen them in over two decades, she could not shake the protective love she felt for those fallen daughters of the House of Black. Then, upon Ted's death and Tonks' pregnancy, she had hid with her daughter, hoping they could escape the bloodshed. Fate, as always, was cruel in that regard.

Once Andromeda and Harry started to speak, he realized she was afraid he would fight for custody. Later, he expressed his surprise to Draco that Andromeda thought that he would not only try to take custody away from her, but that he would win. In typical fashion, the Slytherin rolled his eyes and explained yet another aspect of the Wizarding World where Harry's knowledge was lacking.

To be a Godfather or Godmother in the Wizarding World was much more than just a title: it was Olde Magick, a bond that if tended to could be as strong as a parental bond. The origins are somewhat unclear, but Draco thought it had to do with Magick's internal system of making sure that parents' did not abuse their progeny. Child abuse was rare in this society, because Godparents were able to check parents' actions. If a child is orphaned, a Godparent almost always won custody when pursued, because of the traditions and wish for magical stability for the child.

At any rate, he reassured her that he would not challenge her for custody. Andromeda had lost almost her entire family – her husband, her daughter, her son-in-law: all she had left was Teddy. Harry already felt guilty for not being able to save Remus and Tonks, and he could not take away another member of Andromeda's family, no matter how much he selfishly wanted to whisk away with Teddy and never return.

Harry only asked that he be permitted visitation with his Godson, and Andromeda looked physically relieved at this and agreed wholeheartedly. Their conversation afterward was pleasant, given the circumstances. In the end, they agreed that Harry would watch over Teddy while Andromeda made arrangements to lay to rest the boy's parents and prepare to raise Teddy fulltime. There was much for her to do: having to work with the funeral home to make sure her daughter and son-in-law were buried next to one another, close out their accounts to make a trust for Teddy, buy and furnish a new home to live in, and list went on. Harry was surprised and impressed that she could have the strength carry on, and he was more than happy to look after the baby while she went to work starting the new chapter of her life.

The only hiccup in this plan was when she found out that Draco was staying at Grimmauld with him. Andromeda was somewhat suspicious of Draco, but after Harry reassured her that he trusted the blonde with his life and Teddy's, she agreed to meet her nephew to evaluate him herself. After having heard her daughter complain about the Malfoy scion, she was happily surprised that Draco was polite and pleasant to speak with. Draco admitted that he had grown a lot in two years, and after all their loss, the family could not continue to be divided over such inconsequential things. She agreed and told him and Harry to expect Teddy the next day. Indeed, during the last two weeks, Andromeda often ended up passing the baby to Draco - as Harry's horrible sleep schedule caused him to sleep in - when she dropped the lad off for the day, and that made it clear to Harry and Draco she no longer reservations doing so.

If Teddy was here now, Harry must have slept through the whole evening and night after his breakdown with Draco. He cast tempus and confirmed it was 10:08am. At that moment, Teddy's cooing started to warble, which Harry learned was the start of a cry, so he quickly threw the covers off and got out of bed. Picking up Teddy, he carefully cuddled the snuffling boy to his chest and bounced and rocked him.

Harry was still amazed at how little Teddy was and how much love he felt for the child. The boy had a full head of sandy-blonde hair, but Harry hoped that it would change, and he would inherit his mother's talent. When he brought up the possibility to Andromeda, she mentioned, with a slight tear at the memory, her liitle Nymphadora had started to change her hair color at two years, the age when magical babies normally started accidental magic. Metamorphmagi were no different.

After less than a minute of rocking, Teddy quieted, but Harry knew it would not be for long. It was about time for the baby's bottle, so the teenager carried the little one down to the kitchen where he found the common sight of Draco pouring over paperwork. The blonde glanced at the two, and gestured to the counter.

"Fantastic, I was about to wake you up – the miscreant's bottle is over there," Draco grumbled and focused back on his papers.

Shaking his head, Harry smiled and set about feeding Teddy. Draco liked to pretend he was above domesticity, but Harry knew he was smitten with the boy too. He caught them together a couple of times after he woke up from his naps, with Draco swaddling the little one and rocking him.

Once Teddy was fed and burped, he promptly fell back asleep. Prepared for this, Draco waved his wand and summoned the boy's bassinette. Harry placed Teddy inside, being careful to put him on his back, and then sat down across from Draco. The blonde pushed toast and strawberry jam toward Harry and poured him a cup of tea as well, which Harry accepted. He was grateful Draco was not insisting on a bigger breakfast: he felt slightly nauseous after last night.

"What are you looking at?" Harry asked as he spread the jam on his toast and took a bite.

"Information on Tony Stark," Draco replied simply as if he was talking about the weather or that pumpkin juice was on sale at the local market.

Harry choked on his toast and quickly swallowed down half his tea to get the rest of it down.

"Why the hell would you do that!?" Harry shouted and stood so quickly his stool fell over.

"Potter, you are going to wake the baby –" Draco started, but was interrupted by Teddy's whimper. Both Draco and Harry froze, and after a beat, Teddy remained silent. They both sighed in relief. As Harry righted the stool and then sat down, his anger came back to him.

"Why are you doing that?" Harry forcibly whispered.

"Because, you dolt, if you want to make an informed decision about how to move forward, you need to do research," Draco replied calmly. "So, I decided to help you out and get it started since I'm a nice person."

"It's not your place –" Harry started, but Draco interrupted.

"Yes it is," Draco snapped. He and Harry both froze and glanced quickly at the bassinette, but the little one did not stir. He continued. "You made it my business by telling me, or rather indirectly telling me – which is not very Gryffindorish, I must say – and asking for my advice. And my advice? You need all the information you can get to make an informed decision instead of the reckless ones you usually make."

Harry remained silent and stared at his clenched fists. He took a breath and released them. Harry was not sure what had come over him – Draco was right: he had asked for help. Rather than throwing a tantrum, he should be grateful for Draco getting to the business of it immediately.

"I'm sorry, Draco, I guess I was just surprised," Harry said and looked back up at the blonde. Draco nodded in acceptance and turned back to the papers. "So, what can you tell me?"

"Apparently your father is more famous than you are, and we both know that's saying something," Draco said, and he began to read the dossier he had created about one Anthony Stark.

Anthony "Tony" Stark was a businessman and inventor who had inherited his father's technology manufacturing business at age 21. He liked to focus more on the invention side of the company rather than management – he was quite the genius, apparently – and in recent years, he made his former secretary, Virginia "Pepper" Potts the CEO of the company. He was known to be a womanizer but is now rumored to be dating said former secretary now CEO. Five years ago, he had been visiting troops in Afghanistan, where the muggles were fighting a war, and was injured and kept hostage. He managed to escape and decided to stop his company from manufacturing weapons anymore. Instead, he focused on defense systems and renewable energy sources, and he ended up creating a machine-suit, which he used to fight crime as the superhero Ironman. He now worked with a team called the Avengers, and they had been integral in saving New York City from some alien invasion.

"How is that real?" Harry gasped, his mind reeling.

"Hello, pot calling the kettle black much? I think he would say the same thing if he learned your story, Harry," Draco replied and hesitated. "Do you – do you want to see a picture of him?" After Harry nodded, Draco pushed a picture of Tony Stark from some Congressional Hearing – whatever that was – over to the other boy.

Harry stared at the photo, not quite believing was he was seeing. It was like looking into a mirror, if that mirror showed what you would look like in 20 years. Same flyaway black hair, nose, and jaw. Harry began to laugh hysterically.

"What is it?" Draco asked quickly, afraid his friend had finally lost it.

"It's just –" Harry tried to reply, but his giggles were taking over. He took another breath and started again. "It's just true! I do look like my father with my mother's eyes! How stupid is that?"

Draco just stared at him, not knowing what to say. When Harry finally calmed down, he seemed to wilt as he looked at the picture again.

"What should I do Draco?" Harry asked. He could not take his eyes off the man: his father – his living father. "Should I try to contact him?"

"That, Harry, is up to you, your choice," Draco said quietly. Harry looked back up at Draco, confused. The Gryffindor was hoping ever since he found out that Draco would know what to do. Harry opened his mouth to state that but stopped when Draco put his hand up. "No, Harry let me finish. I said I would give you advice, but my advice stops at what I said before: getting as much information as possible to make an informed decision. I am not the Weasel or Granger – or even Dumbledore. I refuse to tell you what to do or what you should do when it comes to something as big as this. This is your life, Harry. I'm not so good with feelings –" Harry snorted, but Draco ignored it – "but, I guess – I care about you – your wellbeing, and – Look, what I want is for you to do what's best for you, what you want to do. I want you to decide what you want to do with your life, because I want you to be able to stand on your own two feet."

Draco flushed, folding his arms as he looked at anything but Harry. Harry felt touched: he had known the blonde cared for him, in his own way, and that it took a lot for him to finally admit it out loud. Harry could tell Draco was being honest when he said he did not want to manipulate his life.

Harry looked back down at the photo, catching the man's, his father's, brown eyes. They twinkled with confidence and self-assurance, as if nothing could touch him. All Harry's life, he had prayed and wished that he had a parent out there he could run to, to make the hurt and terribleness of his life disappear. When he was locked in his cupboard under the stairs with only the spiders for company, he would beg for someone to save him. Now, he got what he wished for. His father was out there, alive and well. Thinking of what that little boy in the cupboard would say if he knew of his older version's conundrum, Harry made a decision.

"Draco, would your willingness to give advice possibly extend on how to contact my father?"

AN: There we go guys – Harry is going to track him down! Next time, we will see just how he goes about it. On another note, we are almost to ninety votes on the crossover poll! If you want to have a say in what crossover I pursue next, then go to my profile and vote fast – I am closing it as soon as it reaches 100. Love you lots – see you Sunday!