A/N: whoooops i ain't updated in forever!
"Give us the child!"
"Ah! Shit!" Harry stumbled back to avoid a stream of red magic. His shout awoke the baby Harry who began screaming and wailing.
"Stupefy!" came a cry. Another stream of red magic shot out towards them.
Harry held the babybag in front of them and it flew out of his hands.
'Fuck! I can't fight with the kid right here!' Harry groaned and tucked his nephew under his shirt and ducked his head down low. Squaring his shoulders, Harry ran as fast as he could away from the deranged wizards. Which, all things considered, was pretty fast.
Spells were still being flung but Harry's quickness helped him evade them. He made it back to his apartment, unscathed for the most part. Once inside, he set up all the wards and made sure there was absolutely no way inside.
Then he went to tend to his nephew.
The child was unharmed, but pretty much terrified. Poor kid sobbed and snuffled. Sighing, Harry held his nephew close and hummed to him, a tune James and Lily taught him. This relaxed the poor baby, who fell asleep once again.
"Geez..." Harry sighed again and ran his fingers through his nephew's dark hair. "I'll have to take extra care of you..."
"Yeah. They shouted something like "Stupefy" I think."
Harry was now talking on his phone to McGonagall about the attacks.
"So, what's the verdict, prof? Know what these wackos are and why they're after my nephew?"
Silence followed on the line.
"...Helloooooo? Kinda important here, ma'am."
"Yes, yes I know. I'd hoped this wouldn't happen, but... The Dark Lord's followers are after Harry Potter. For revenge I presume. Mister Dresden, I hate to ask this but... You have strong wards, correct?"
"Sure do. Why?"
"Until mister Potter's skills as a wizard are awakened, he needs to be kept safe. Within the wards."
"Wait. So, you're saying I need to just lock this kid up in my house until he's old enough to go to Fogfarts?"
"Hogwarts, mister Dresden. And until you can come up with a better solution, that's the best option we have."
"Sorry. I know he's in danger, but he needs to get out. Have fun. Be a kid."
"Mister Dresden-"
"Besides, it's not like Chicago is exactly safe without evil wizards. I'm a capable wizard, ma'am. And I've lived here most of my life. Junior will have a normal, er, normalish life. I can protect him when I have to, and teach him how to properly use magic. Everything will be fine, ma'am. I won't let anything happen to this kid."
Silence followed for a few seconds. She spoke up, her tone conveying amusement. "Junior?"
"It was getting confusing with two Harry's around. Have we come to an understanding ma'am?"
"Yes mister Dresden. He's your ward now, and I trust you to do what's best for him."
"Thanks prof. Call ya if anything comes up." and then he hung up.
Harry rubbed his eyes and looked at the sleeping baby on the couch. He frowned. Poor kid wasn't ever gonna have an easy life. He walked over and laid on the couch with his nephew, holding him protectively.
"Well, uncle Harry is gonna be here the whole time to help you through it. Don't worry kid, I'll do anything I can for you."