The next week, when Harry returned to school, everyone was staring at him, though all he did was yawn and run a hand through his hair, only to have it fall back in his face. Scowling slightly, he pulled his hair back with a random hair tie he had on him and walked into his math class, handing the note to the teacher. After he got it back, went over to his seat and plopped down, laying his head on the desk. He heard movement around him, people rustling around, talking and generally goofing off before the bell rang. He felt, more than heard, someone sit next to him. Without even looking up he knew that it was Alice's brother, Edward. But Harry could be bothered with thinking about the rather good looking teen, his mind was preoccupied with the nightmare he had the previous night.

He shuddered slightly, remembering the final battle, remembering seeing his parents, Sirius and Remus for the last time... remembering dying. Was it sad that the worst part of the battle was actually surviving it? Did it make him a horrible person that he had wanted to die after it, taken down with Voldemort? The thought of dying after the battle, it had actually sounded peaceful then. Sighing, he lifted his head up, rubbing his face with his hands to wake himself up more, as the bell rang. He barely took any notes during class, spending most of his time gazing out of the window at the cloudy sky.

The day progressed much like first period, though in third period English something his teacher announced pulled him from his depressing thoughts, "Ok, listen up. Our class is pairing up with Mrs. Chalmers' third period class for a Shakespeare reading. You'll be paired up into groups of four, though we do have an odd number of students, so there will be one group of three. So, the groups will be chosen according to the scenes that you get. They'll be handed out randomly, so you'll have to find the people who have the same scene as you after I've finished."

As she passed them out, Harry zoned again, before a packet landed on his desk. He looked down at it and saw that he had Act 3 Scene 4 from Hamlet. He listened to the students around him go around, comparing scenes. He heard none of them say the one he had so he assumed that his partners were in the other class. After about ten minutes of people moving around, the teacher called the class to attention. "Okay, since some of you haven't found the rest of your group, we're going to be going to Mrs. Chalmers room, so pack up, since we probably won't be back before the bell rings. So, let's go, chop chop."

Harry picked up his bag and followed everyone out of the room, not really paying attention. They walked into the room and everyone immediately started to mingle, trying to find their partners. Harry just stood in the back, knowing that somebody would come over eventually. And someone did.

"Act three Scene four, Hamlet?" came a musical voice.

Harry blinked and looked up, locking eyes with Edward Cullen. "Ah, yes."

He seemed to sigh in relief and gestured to someone. It was his sister, or one of them anyway. It was Rosalie. He remembered Alice telling him about her. Seeing her, though, made him snicker slightly in his mind. He wondered how she and Fleur would get along. She walked over, or more like glided, and stood with them. "So, who's playing who?" asked Rosalie as she looked disdainfully around at everyone else.

'Yeah, she and Fleur would get along,' thought Harry. "Don't know, though I guess you would be the queen."

"Of course," she replied with mock disdain, "Like either of you would be her."

Harry snickered lightly as Edward chuckled. "Where are we going to meet after school, then?" asked Harry.

"We could go do your house. I think Esme said something about repainting," replied Edward.

Harry nodded, "Okay, that'll be fine. You can come over when ever after school."

The other two nodded as the bell rang. They all filed out of the room, most of them going to the cafeteria. Harry was about to go to his regular table when frantic waving caught his attention. Alice was trying to wave him over, grinning at him. Sighing slightly, he changed his course and sat with her. "Hello Alice."

"Hiya, Harry. Is Teddy feeling better?"

He nodded, pulling his lunch out of his bag. "Yeah. He got over his cold on Saturday, so I got yesterday to rest."

"You still look pretty tired."

Harry just shrugged, before taking a bite of his sandwich. A few moments later, four more people were sitting. After everyone was introduced, there was some light talking while Harry ate. He noticed that the food that the others had in front of them wasn't touched and was all exactly the same. He put it out of his mind, though. He didn't know them, so he had no right to pry into their lives. There had been too much of that in his own life. "So, where'd you move from?" asked Emmett.

"Surrey, it's outside of London. Why?"

Emmett shrugged, "Curious. Nobody really knows anything about you guys."

Harry looked slightly surprised, "Really? I thought people would have dug something up by now."

"Yes, well, I think most people have tried. The rumors going around are rather amusing," said Jasper.

Harry just shook his head, "Rumors don't bother me, so I just tend to ignore them."

Alice quickly changed the subject, going on about something rather inane. The bell soon rang and they all separated for classes.

After school, Harry and Luna went home, though after they got home Luna left again to go to La Push. The teen went to check on Teddy, who Fleur said was asleep, then at least start on some of his homework. He got about part way through History before the doorbell rang. He went downstairs to answer it, but was beaten to it by Fleur. "Oui, can I help you?"

Harry stood at the bottom of the stairs, watching. "We're here to work on a project with Harry."

That was Edward, so Rosalie was being quiet. "Ah, of course, 'Arry told me such. Please, come in."

She stood aside and let them in. When they came in, she shut the door and led them to the living room. Harry went back upstairs to get his things before heading back down. The two were seated on the couch, looking around. Harry smiled slightly before taking a seat on the floor by the coffee table. "So, how are we going to do this?"

They had to recreate the scene in a different way than what was different than the way it was written. They spent a little over a half an hour going over what they could do before they settled on a mafia theme. It was rather funny, as Harry couldn't stop laughing every once in a while, as they tried to create lines that went with the theme. They were two hours into it when Fleur came downstairs and plopped Teddy into Harry's lap. "Take hem," she huffed, "He will not settle down and will not stop fussing."

Harry laughed and cuddled the baby, "Are you misbehaving for Auntie Fleur, cub?"

Teddy gurgled happily, gripping Harry's hair and tugging on it. "Is this the Teddy that Alice wouldn't stop talking about?" asked Rosalie.

Harry grinned, easily prying the baby's hands from his hair, "Yes, this is my godson. Teddy Lupin."

"It is sad to see one orphaned at such a young age," said Edward.

Harry nodded, nuzzling Teddy's soft cheeks, "Yes, it is."

"Aren't you a little young to be taking care of a baby?" asked Rosalie.

"It's not as if I'm taking care of him by myself. I have three other people to help me. But Teddy was my godfathers son and I was named his godfather, so I will raise him to the best of my ability."

It was stated with such conviction that the two were taken back somewhat. Edward cleared his throat, "Forgive Rosalie... she has no tact sometimes."

She glared at her brother, "Edward!"

Harry just laughed, causing Teddy to coo and gurgle happily along side him.

When they left, the had finished recreating the scene and finished some of their homework. Harry was up in his room, completing his Calculus work, keeping an eye on Teddy who was laying on a soft blanket on the floor and gumming a plushie happily. Finally, he shut his book and stretched, cracking his back in the process. Sighing, he rotated his neck, cracking that too, before getting up and falling onto the floor, laying next to the baby.

He stared for a while, watching with a soft smile on his face. Teddy cooed, changing his hair and eyes to match Harry's. He just laughed and tickled under his chin before picking him up. "Come on, little man, time for a bath and bed, hm?"

He left his room, going for the bathroom, unaware of the eyes watching him.

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A.N.: Happy New Year! Hope you like the chapter.. man, it gave me such a hard time. I don't think it wanted to be written, as a matter of fact. . But, I beat that into submission and wrote anyways! Hurray! (throws up confetti and streamers) Thanks to everyone who review! And though I didn't mention it in the last chapter, hurray to Rainbow2007 who my 100th reviewer! (hands over an Edward plushie and a Harry holding Teddy plushie) X3 enjoy!