Totally just hitting the AUs here.
Official warning: Dark themes, murder, sexual shit, swearing
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I'm just covering Harry-getting-Teddy-back.
June 3rd, 1998
The young Healer was walking towards St Mungo's, dressed in Muggle clothes. Amelia hated that Healers had to change into their robes at the hospital if they were coming in from the entrances that led into the Muggle world, and she questioned why she still constantly used the Muggle entrances.
"You!" A harsh voice yelled, and she jumped. She turned to find herself face-to-face with a masked Death Eater who was hiding beneath the hood of his cloak.
She reached for her wand, but then she noticed he didn't have his wand drawn. Instead she felt him shove something against her chest and looked down just in time to spot a tiny infant wrapped tightly in a dirty blanket. She wrapped her arms around the infant and the Death Eater let go, disappearing with a loud crack, which caused the infant to begin a loud wailing.
She didn't know what to do. This infant was filthy, wailing, and she was a little concerned because his hair was green, and that wasn't normal for any infant. She turned, rushing into the building. She almost made it to the locker rooms, intending to perhaps clean up the baby herself and then go to the maternity floor, but a loud voice interrupted her first.
"Andrews!"
Amelia turned, her heart pounding. "Healer Munroe!" She said, breaking into a false smile.
"Can I ask why you have a child today?" Healer Munroe asked, his dark eyes studying her.
"It's actually a terrible story-"
"Enlighten me."
"Oh, well, uh- I was just outside one of the Muggle entrances, and this man walked up to me. He had a mask on, like a Death Eater-"
"A Death Eater?" Healer Munroe demanded. "Lucille!" He barked at the Welcome Witch. "Get Aurors here!"
"He's gone now." Amelia said. "He just shoved the baby into my arms and left."
"Take him to maternity." Healer Munroe instructed. "Stay there, I'll escort the Aurors to come and get a statement from you. The Healers up there will try to find his parents."
July 5th, 1998
Amelia hadn't worked the last couple of days but couldn't help but think of the baby with the strange hair. She had been there when St Mungo's had been unable to find any record of his birth in their systems, and the Healer in charge of the ward had sent a letter to the Ministry to get permission to go and search records of home births.
She walked through the ward, heading for Healer Smith, who was standing at the end of the hallway and looking through the window of the nursery.
"Healer Smith." She greeted as she stopped beside her.
"Healer Andrews." Smith greeted back.
Amelia looked in the window as well, her eyes seeking the baby.
"Black hair, third bed in the second row." Smith said with a small smile. "He seems to mimic the hair of whoever holds him, and keeps it until someone else comes along or he falls asleep."
Amelia eyed Smith's long dark hair. "You held him last, then?" She asked.
Smith nodded. "I got word back from the Ministry."
Amelia's heart pounded. "And?"
"The boy's name is Edward. Edward Remus Lupin." Smith said. "We figured it out because the Lupin infant was the only infant listed as missing in the last few days of the war, and he's the right age- if we're correct in assuming he's around 3 months old, and he was also listed as a Metamorphmagus- which explains his hair."
"Are you sure?" Amelia asked.
Smith nodded. "His mother is the only other Metamorphmagus listed in our birth records for the last four decades, and it can be a hereditary trait."
"Have his parents been notified?"
Smith's face fell. "His parents are dead." She said sadly. "The forms were incomplete, possibly the parents didn't have time to complete them. The records department at the Ministry has ordered a rush on the wills of his parents, to find out who has been listed as Edward's guardian."
"And if no one is found?" Amelia asked.
"He'll be placed with other orphans, in an orphanage, I suppose. Until he goes to Hogwarts, anyway."
July 8th, 1998
Harry rushed through St Mungo's, right behind Molly Weasley. The letter had arrived for Harry, saying that it was believed to be his godson at St Mungo's, but Harry hadn't had a chance to meet Teddy- how was he to know if it was or wasn't? Luckily, Molly had helped deliver Teddy and had been to visit the new parents three times before the battle, and would be better at spotting if it was Teddy or not.
Molly led him down a hallway of doors, towards a window at the end of the hallway. Looking in the window, Harry notice numerous cribs in neat lines. And, in all honesty, all of the babies kind of looked identical.
He followed Molly down a side hallway, towards a desk where a Healer was leaning over a file. She looked up as they approached, and the second she laid eyes on Harry, she grinned.
"Oh, Mr Potter, what a pleasure- really-" She said, holding out her hand. Harry shook her hand. "I'm Healer Olivia Smith."
"Right, from the letter." Harry said. He gestured to Molly beside him. "This is Molly Weasley."
Healer Smith shook Molly's hand just as eagerly. "Shall we, then?" Healer Smith asked. Harry nodded, and she brushed by them, leading them back to the nursery. "He's quite an interesting child. I had a Junior Healer try to feed him the first few times, but he just wouldn't let her have anything to do with him."
"If this is Teddy, he was the same when his mother tried to switch him to bottle feeding after a few days, so his father could take some of the night feedings. He just wouldn't settle for anyone but Tonks- his mother- feeding him."
"We did manage to get him to eat, it took quite a while, but now he doesn't seem to care about who feeds him- I suppose it took a while for him to get used to us, although I do wonder how he dealt with feedings before we got him. But the good news is that he's surprisingly healthy, despite how he looked when they brought him in." Healer Smith said as they paused outside the door of the nursery. Healer Smith slipped inside, scooping up one of the babies. She returned to them, and looked between them.
"I need to know, Mr Potter. Is this your godson?" She asked, placing the infant in Harry's arms. Molly reached over and made sure Harry's arms were in the proper positions.
"I- uh-" Harry said, looking at the baby, who had gone from black hair to orange as soon as Molly brushed a finger over his hair. The baby was watching Molly with light eyes. "I never met my godson." Harry admitted.
"Well, I did." Molly said. "I met him four times, and this boy definitely looks like he could be their son."
"Is there a way to be sure?" Harry asked. "A spell, or...?"
"No spell that I've heard of." Healer Smith explained. ''But everything has matched up this far. It does, ultimately, come down to you two to confirm who he is."
Harry looked at Molly. "You'd know better than I would, Molly- and if you say it is..."
"I'm almost completely certain that it is." Molly said firmly.
"So what does this mean?" Harry asked Healer Smith.
"It means, Mr Potter, that as of now- you're his guardian." Healer Smith said.
"Don't worry, Harry." Molly said gently. "You live with us, Arthur and I would be happy to help."