Harry is twenty-one years and eight months, because this takes place on April 28th 2002. I'm making Teddy's birthday April 27th, since we were just told 'April' in the books, not a specific date (that's my cousin's B-day, btw). And I did some homework on that date, and it's perfect for this fic. IT WAS MEANT TO BE.

Enjoy the fluffies.

oOo

Harry made his way into his house with great difficulty. Even with magic, handling three bags of groceries, a sleeping four year old, and trying to unlock the door was no mean feat. He managed to get into his home without dropping anything or waking the little guy, which was a miracle, dropped off all the bags in the kitchen and went to put the kid to bed. Harry brushed dull brown hair off his son's forehead, and cursed its lack of color. Usually a vibrant turquoise, the muddy color showed how poorly he was truly feeling. Oh, Teddy, Harry thought.

Ever since the battle at Hogwarts, there were only two things that ever kept him going. Teddy, and Ginny. And after what happe-

No! Harry snatched his thoughts back in line viciously. No use dwelling. She's not coming back.

The ex-auror made his way to the small kitchen and started to put away the groceries that he had unceremoniously dropped on the floor his endeavor to get Teddy to bed as quickly as possible. Very few things would wake the toddler now, but Harry wanted to do anything that would make him the slightest amount more comfortable.

After sorting out the kitchen and straightening the rest of the house, Harry found himself with nothing to occupy his hands and a mind that was doing far too many things. To busy himself, Harry knelt by the trunk in his room, filled with things from the past that still needed to be gone through.

Old Sneakoscopes, outdated Daily Prophets, a "Support Cedric Diggory" badge, twenty-three Chocolate Frog cards, an old textbook, and some long forgotten photographs were scattered across his bedroom floor. Harry reached down into the trunk, seemingly endless from Hermione's excellent expansion charms. With a clink, Harry pulled out a few empty potions bottles, and-

Hermione's old Time-Turner!

Well, Harry thought, never thought I'd see you again. He held the small hourglass up to the candlelight, seeing the tiny grains catch the light. Dear Merlin, I'm talking to inanimate objects. At least I finally found something worth keeping.

Sitting cross-legged on the floor, Harry rested his head in his hands and sighed. He was much too young to feel this old. The only thing he had left in this world was the little boy down the hallway, and he couldn't even help him at all. The twenty-one year old ran a hand through his hair, making it stand on end more than it already did.

A soft cry immediately snatched his attention, and he dumped the junk in his lap to the side and quickly made his way to Teddy's room. The toddler was sitting up in bed with teary eyes and dark blue hair. Harry breathed a sigh of relief as he quickly gathered the small boy in his arms and cuddled Teddy to his chest. The blue meant he was feeling a bit better, not one hundred percent, but no longer in intense pain like he was earlier. "Hey, Teddy. D'you want to go back to sleep, now?"

Teddy wrapped his little arms around Harry, and shook his head where it was buried in his neck.

"Ok, buddy."

Harry's heart began to break anew as he felt tears on the skin of his neck. Small sobs were shaking the boy, so Harry began to gently rock him and rub his back. They had gone through this enough for Harry to have a well-defined routine.

Carrying Teddy, Harry made his way to the kitchen. "Teddy, do you want some milk? Or pumpkin juice?"

The little head shook twice.

The corner of Harry's mouth lifted in spite of himself. The little snot knew just how to play him. "Ok, what about chocolate milk?" Teddy pulled away to look his father in his eyes and nodded his head quickly. "Thought so. Can I sit you down for a minute?"

Teddy seemed to deliberate for a moment, and nodded his head reluctantly. Harry sat him on the counter, and busied himself with the milk and chocolate syrup. Taking a damp cloth, Harry bent down and wiped the little face clear of tears. The occasional sniffle was still escaping, the huge green eyes were a bit too bright, and the lower lip was trembling dangerously. "There, now," Harry said, "feel better?"

Teddy nodded and said, "I want up."

"Ok, kiddo," Harry scooped him up, and, grabbing the sippy cup of chocolate milk, settled in the overstuffed recliner in the living room. Teddy immediately began inhaling his favorite treat, and snuggled against his father's chest. It didn't take long for the big green eyes to start drooping, so Harry gently freed the mostly empty cup from Teddy's little fingers, set it aside, and kissed the dark blue hair. "Go to sleep buddy."

Cuddled together, both father and son slept the rest of the night away.

oOo

Harry's internal clock was protesting violently against being wakened at this time of the morning, but the sound of Teddy whimpering drug Harry into wakefulness almost immediately. Shaking out the crick in his neck from sleeping in the chair all night, he asked "What's wrong, Teddy-bear? Does it hurt still?"

Teddy fisted his little hands in Harry's wrinkled shirt, and nodded his navy blue head.

"Is it as bad as last night?"

"Nuh-uh."

Harry stood, settling Teddy on one hip, and he made his way back to his bedroom, where he kept Teddy's pain potions. Teddy rested his head on Harry's shoulder.

Stepping carefully around the mess he made last night, Harry found the small locked box on his bedside table, and with a tap of his wand, popped it open and rummaged through the vials of Dittany, Murtlap essence, Bruise Balm, Star Grass Salve, and found the small bottle of pain reliever. Harry grimaced. They were almost out, and Harry didn't trust anyone but himself to make Teddy's potions, so a trip to the Apothecary was in their near future.

Teddy wrinkled his button nose at the small measure Harry poured for him, but downed it dutifully. "Blech!" Teddy said, sticking his tounge out, and making a face of great displeasure at Harry, who laughed at the expression.

"Well, my apologies. Is it that bad?"

Teddy nodded, his hair brightening into a vibrant blue, much closer to the eye watering shade of turquoise he usually sported. "It's gross!"

"But you feel better, right?"

"Yeah," Teddy yawned, and cuddled back into Harry's shoulder.

Resting a hand on Teddy's back, Harry began to make his way to Teddy's room to lay him down, but he only took a step when he heard a cruch!

"What the-" Harry lifted his foot. There were the shattered remains of a Time-Turner.

Harry's eyes grew wide, and with a curse, he tried to run, startling Teddy, but it was too late.

The room began to swirl and tip, rushing by him, making him fall over and slam heavily into the floor that was pitching beneath him. Harry tried to shield a screaming Teddy from hitting anything, but it was all he could do just to hold on to the boy.

With a massive heave, the ground tossed Harry and Teddy up like a pair of Quaffles, and they smacked back down, with a painful thump. Harry immediately began trying to console the hysterical little boy and simultaneously check him for new injuries, when he was interrupted by a shocked scream behind him.

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So. This world is not the one we imagined for the Boy Who Lived after he vanquished the Dark Lord. And now he's in the past, and it's not going to be easy explaining himself, especially why he is TWENTY ONE AND HAS A FOUR YEAR OLD.

There shall be feels.

Can anyone take a wild guess at what's wrong with Teddy? HINT! Teddy did NOT inherit Remus's lycanthropy. Sorry bro's.

The potions there are all on the Harry Potter Wiki, so you overachievers out there can go look them up if you're feeling particularly keen...

Review, and tell me what you want to see. I take all requests into consideration! I haven't turned one down yet!

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