Author's note: Sorry I haven't updated in FOREVER! (Well, for me, six days is an extremely long time.) It's the end of the semester for me, and my life has just been chaotic. On Thursday night I had to make this map thing on which countries colonized other countries, and it took me 2 hours and 3 minutes (yes, I timed myself.) for my AP ( Advanced Preparation. It's a college level course) Geography class, so I guess my teachers are really dishing out a lot of homework before the semester ends. Besides that, I wasn't at home all day on Saturday from 8:50 am to about 8:30 pm, and Sunday I didn't get to write at all. Anyways, enough complaining. At least I get Friday off because Thursday is the end of the semester, which makes me happy.

Warning: In case you couldn't tell by this chapter's title, this chapter is going to be (hopefully) over flowing with cuteness. Please remember Harry is writing a letter to Teddy, and therefore he refers to Teddy as "you". You have been warned about the extreme cuteness, so go read now. :)

Chapter 6: Babysitting Adventurers

Dear Harry,

The letter in my hands said.

Would you mind watching Teddy for the weekend? I have to go out of town, and unfortunately, I cannot bring him with me. Teddy would love to spend time with you and have his first of what I am sure will be many sleepovers with his godfather.

Sincerely,

Andromeda Tonks

Grinning from ear to ear, I sent Andromeda a reply, saying, yes, of course I would watch you for the weekend. After all, how much trouble could my little two and a half year old godson be? I thought that if I could handle Voldemort, I could handle anything the world threw at me.

Andromeda brought you to me at around three o'clock in the afternoon. "Hawwee!" You cried, as you could not yet pronounce your R's and wrapped your arms around my legs.

"Hi, Teddy!" I exclaimed, ruffling your teal-colored hair.

Quickly Andromeda gave me a list of instructions, including how to contact her if needed. "I think that's everything." She said finally. "Are you sure you will be alright?"

I smiled. "We'll be fine. We're going to have fun, aren't we, Teddy?" You nodded eagerly. "Good. Say goodbye to Grandmum, okay, Teddy?"

"Bye-bye, Gwammy." You said, giving Andromeda a hug.

"So, Teddy, want to go play now?"

"Yeah!" you said quickly.

"Good, because I am too. Come see what I have for you." I took you by the hand and led you to the living room, where a basket of toys. Molly Weasley had let me borrow me some of the Weasley's old toys. As her children were now adults, and little Victoire, who was only seven months old at the time, was too young to play with them, she thought there was no better use for them then to let you play with them whenever you came over.

The first thing that caught your attention was a toy model of the Hogwarts Express, which can with it's on set of tracks, and models of Kings Cross and Hogsmeade stations. It reminded me of the train set my cousin Dudley had, except, it was a muggle one, and he never let me play with it. I helped you set up the tracks, and then showed you how to make the train run all by its self. You were entertained for hours until you suddenly got bored. "Teddy hungwey!" you announced.

I scooped you up into my arms, and we went to the kitchen, where I opened a bag of chicken nuggets – a muggle food Hermione had introduced me to – and, using my wand of course, put enough in the oven for us to share. I put in about fifteen, figuring that you wouldn't eat more than three and or four, and there would be more than enough left over for me. I also put a pan of instant mashed potatoes on the stove."

I cut the chicken nuggets into two-year-old sized pieces and set your plate down in front of you. You just stared at it. "What dis?" You asked curiously.

"They're chicken nuggets and mashed potatoes. They're really yummy. Try them for Harry."

"NO." You said stubbornly, crossing your arms.

I sighed. I knew young children could be picky, but I wasn't quite expecting this. "Please Teddy, they're really yummy. See?" I said, taking a bit of a chicken nugget. "Mmm… Try it, Teddy."

"No." You said, just as stubborn as ever. "Teddy want mac in cheese."

"Teddy," I sighed. "Harry doesn't have mac 'n' cheese. Harry has chicken nuggets."

"Teddy want mac in cheese!" you repeated.

Not knowing what else to do, I said, "Teddy, if you don't eat your chicken nuggets, I'm going to call Grandmum and tell her to bring you home."

"NOOOOO!" You screamed, and burst into tears. Your cheeks, along with your hair, turned a bright red color. "Teddy don't wanna go home! Stay with Hawwee!"

Thinking quickly I exclaimed, "Look, Teddy, a choo choo train." I pointed out the window, where there was nothing but Number Eleven Grimmauld Place, next door.

"No, dere's n-" Taking the opportunity, I quickly tossed a piece of chicken nugget into your mouth.

Your eyes grow wide, but then you grinned. "Yummy!" you exclaimed.

"See, aren't you happy you tried the chicken."

You nodded happily, and ate everything on your plate.

After dinner, we went to play with the toys again. This time, we built a huge tower out of blocks. Around seven-thirty, you began to get sleepy, but still weren't quite willing to go to bed, yet. I brainstormed ideas on ways to get you to settle down, and finally came up with something. I went to the bookshelf and pulled out a photo album from the top shelf, then sat down of the couch, gently placing you beside me.

The photo album was of people who had died in the wars. It included Sirius, Dumbledore, my parents and even a few pictures of Dobby – a house elf who was always there when I needed him – and Severus Snape. Most importantly, the photo album contained pictures of your parents. By the time I had gone through all of the photos, you were sound asleep in m arms, so I carried you to my room and placed you in the portable playpen Andromeda had brought with you. I stayed in my room and sat in my armchair and a read a book, because I was afraid that if I left, and you woke up, I might not have heard you cry. At about eleven o'clock, I went to bed myself.

I was awakened by the sound of a wailing two-year-old. Yawning, I glanced at my alarm clock and saw that it was a little after one in the morning. Slowly, I got out of bed, and scooped you up out of your playpen.

"What's wrong, Teddy?" I asked softly.

"Teddy had a bad dweam." You wailed.

It took me a good five minutes to get you to calm down again. When you finally stopped crying, I asked, "Are you ready to go back to bed, now."

You hesitated. "No…" you said slowly.

"No?" I asked teasingly. "Why not?"

"Teddy want chocolate." You said with a grin.

"Teddy," I sighed. "It's too late for chocolate."

You gave me the saddest I had ever seen. "But Teddy want it." you whimpered.

"If I give you chocolate, do you promise you'll go back to sleep?"

"Teddy pwomise."

I sighed. Why was I such a push-over? I needed to get my act together if I was going to be the godfather Sirius had been to me. Forget I said that… Sirius probably would have spoiled me just as much as I spoiled you had he gotten the chance. In fact, he probably would have let me get away with even more.

"Fine. Stay right here, and I'll get some chocolate."

"Yay!" you cheered.

I went to the kitchen and came back with a Hershey's chocolate bar. I broke half of it into Teddy-sized pieces and gave them to you, and then ate the other half myself. When you were finished, you asked. "Can Hawwee tell Teddy a stowy now?"

I sighed. I wasn't very good about making up stories that a two-year-old would understand, or so I thought, but then an idea came to me.

"Do you know why you like chocolate so much, Teddy?" You shook your head, and I continued. "Well, once upon a time, there was a poor young man who lived and worked in the kingdom of Hogwarts named Remus Lupin. Remus owned a candy store, and loved to make yummy chocolate for the villagers to enjoy. The only problem was, chocolate didn't make much money, and because Remus often gave away chocolate to people who needed to be cheered up, he had little money.

"On day, Remus saw a woman sitting on a bench outside of his store. He had never seen her before, and he wondered who she was. As he got closer to her, Remus saw that the woman had a long, black cloak covering her, and she was crying.

"'What's wrong?' Remus asked softly.

"'You wouldn't understand.' The woman whispered. 'No one could understand what I'm going through.'

"Remus sighed. 'You don't know that. Would you like to come into my store? I'll give you a chocolate bar, and you can try to explain your situation to me.'

"The woman looked up for a brief second, and Remus caught sight of her beautiful eyes. 'I guess that would be alright.' The woman said, and followed Remus into the candy store.

"Once inside the store, the woman removed her cloak. Remus gasped in surprise and bowed to her. 'Your majesty. What an honor it is to have you in my store.' He said, for the woman was not a poor peasant at all. Instead, she was Princess Nymphadora, daughter of King Ted and Queen Andromeda, and the next heir to the throne of Hogwarts. Besides that, the princess was very beautiful, and Remus fell in love with her almost as soon as she had removed her cloak.

"'Yes, I'm the princess, so what?' The princess snapped. 'Why should that make you treat me any different than a farmer's daughter?'

"'I-I'm sorry, your highness.' Remus stammered.

"The princess glared at him. 'Must you call me that? As I said, I do not like being treated differently just because of who my parents are.'

"'What should I call you, then?'

"Princess Nymphadora hesitated. 'Nymphadora, I suppose. Forget I said that, I despise that name. It's best if you don't call me anything.'

"'What about… Dora?' Remus suggested.

"Nymphadora smiled. 'Dora is perfectly fine with me.'

"Every day the princess came to Remus's candy store, and every day Remus gave her chocolate. They were quickly falling in love with each other. There was just one problem.

"One day, Remus said, 'You never did tell me why you were crying on the day that we meet.'

"With a sigh, Nymphadora explained how her parents were forcing her to marry, or else they'd find someone for her. The person they had chosen was Sir Draco of Malfoy, whom she despised. Sir Draco was only chosen because he was the son of her parents' best knight, Sir Lucius of Malfoy. Draco was only just barely seventeen, and was too young to be a good husband. Besides, she didn't love him. Merlin, she didn't even like the boy. But, if she didn't marry by her twenty-fifth birthday, she would lose the throne.

"Suddenly, Remus got an idea. 'Give them some of my chocolate.' He said. 'If they know who made it, then perhaps you wouldn't have to marry Sir Draco.'

"'But suppose it doesn't work. Then what?'

"'It will work.' Remus said. 'But if it doesn't, I'll still find a way. Trust me, Dora.'

"Princess Nymphadora gave her parents the chocolate, and sure enough, they loved it. They demanded to know who made the chocolate, so that he could become their new dessert chef, as their old one had died a few weeks before. Remus was invited to live in the castle. Soon, the king and queen realized how much Remus loved their daughter, and allowed them to marry even though Remus was a poor peasant. After the wedding, Remus and Nymphadora became queen and king of the kingdom of Hogwarts, and they lived happily ever after. The End."

When I was finished with my story, I realized you were sound asleep. I was going to put you back in your playpen, but before I knew it, I was asleep as well.

The last thing you said to me before you left with Andromeda was, "Teddy love Hawwee!"

I smiled. "And I love you, too, Teddy.

After you left, I gave a sigh of loneness and exhaustion. Being a godfather was a lot of work, – I now know what life must have been like for Sirius before and after he went to Azkaban – but after that night, I was sure I would be ready for anything you – and my future kids – might throw at me. As I later found out, my journey was only just beginning.

Author's note: Sorry if the author's note was a little cheesy. Harry – and I – just made it up at the last second. :)

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