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Chapter 3 - Chapter 3: Emerald Green

"Thank you, for coming in to see us, Mr. Potter," Officer Nelson.

Harry leaned back in his chair, sipping terrible tea. They were not in

an interrogation room, they were in Nelson's office, but the tea

seemed insult to the United Kingdom, and Harry was offended.

"You left in quite a hurry," Harry remarked, knowingly pricking the

man's pride even though he knew it was an act of magic.

Nelson played it cool, shrugging he said, "I had already given them

the all clear to head out. After we realized she was a widow… well,

no one really wants to confront the grieving."

"Still, I have never heard of the police running away," Harry teased

deliberately. He had fought in a war, been tortured, and he had even

been killed; a little police officer armed with a taser and a can of

mace didn't bother him one bit.

Nelson gritted his teeth, "My partner and I came through the door."

"Did you?" Harry asked innocently, knowing full well that a part of the

ward he had put there encouraged people to stay away. Obviously, it

hadn't stopped them from getting through the windows, but any

muggle who came through the door would have been compelled to

leave. "I still want the money for the windows."

"Your kind don't need the money," he snarled.

Harry went still as Nelson continued "You didn't recognize my last

name, did you, Harry Potter?"

"Should I?"

"My daughter knew yours. Harry Potter , Boy Who Lived, the Chosen

One."

Knew , Harry sucked in a sharp breath, "I am sorry for your loss."

"Oh you will be sorry, Mr. Potter," Nelson growled. "You think you and

yours were the only ones to lose loved ones? Olivia was all I had,

her mum died of lung cancer. Two years later some bitch comes

knocking with a letter. A private school, a full scholarship, except my

little girl would have to live away from home. She got sorted into a

House of Snakes and was bullied because her parents were normal .

I didn't want to send her back, but she begged me, begged to be

able to learn 'magic.'

"And you know how that turned out? She was returned to me in a

body bag! She died in your freakish war. She died for nothing! You

are an evil, evil, corrupt people forcing your unnaturalness on others-

"

"I'm sorry," Harry said in a rush, his heart sinking, "I am so sorry for

your loss-"

"It was your fault! Had you saved everyone sooner-"

Harry stood, "I was only fourteen when that monster came back to

power!"

"My daughter was twelve when she died!" Nelson yelled back. "And

now that I know your kind are out there, I will not rest-"

Harry pulled his wand, glad that Nelson's office was private. He

disabled the cameras first, his wand hidden at his side, before

stunning the officer.

Taking a deep breath, Harry obliterated the man's memories, sifting

through his mind as Snape had done to him -only not so

aggressively. He was careful not to erase the memories of his

daughter, or the idea of a private school, or that she had died in a

terrible accident, but her being a witch, the memory of McGonagall

arriving with a letter, and the conversation they had just been having

about magic, those were gone. He would remember his daughter as

unique, as having been special, he would remember loving her, and

he would remember the grief of losing her.

As much as Harry had learned in school, he had truly learned the

most from Hermione. He revived Nelson and using sleight of hand,

he slipped his wand back up his sleeve.

Nelson came to, sputtering, "Mr. Potter?"

"Officer Nelson," Harry said coolly.

"My apologies, I- I- I'm sorry, what were we talking about?"

"You're the one who called me here," Harry said.

"Oh." He looked down at his desk blankly for a moment, "Oh! Yes, I

remember. I know this is all moot, as you are already raising the boy,

but I need you to sign his parents' will so you can be Edward Remus

Lupin's legal guardian. In case of an emergency, parental rights and

all that, Andromeda Tonks has already signed."

Harry glanced over the will, and signed the dotted line, "I thought

that you didn't know Mrs. Tonks was a widow? You didn't even know

her name."

"The other night was an emergency call, this is a scheduled -

background check."

Harry raised a brow.

Nelson shook his head as if clearing his thoughts, "The papers

would have needed to be signed regardless. This is more expedient

out of convenience of closing a filed neighbourhood complaint."

Harry heard the uncertainty in the officer's voice. Had Harry not

erased the man's memories he would have withheld Teddy's

guardianship. He would have tried to blackmail Harry.

It was suddenly made very clear to him why the Statue of Secrecy

was upheld around the world. Muggles might not have powers, yet

that didn't mean they were powerless. Standing, Harry said, "Thank

you for your time, Sir."

Nelson shook Harry's hand, "You take care of that little family of

yours."

Nodding, Harry got the heck out of there. As if he wasn't paranoid

enough as it was. One thing was for certain, Harry needed better

wards, ones that kept people out.

"Mrs. Tonks," Harry began, kneeling by the fireplace, "do you have

any floo powder?"

No response.

He sighed and began to check around the mental. Relieved when he

found a jar of floo powder. "I'll be back in a bit," he said looking over

his shoulder to Andromeda bottle feeding Teddy.

From red flames in July to green, Harry stepped into those shamrock

flames and walked out into Minerva McGonagall's office at Hogwarts.

Portraits peered at him, Dumbledore winked at him. Harry ignored

the canvases and went to the door to try and find the Headmistress.

The door opened as he reached for the handle.

"Harry!" Minerva exclaimed and before Harry knew what was

happening the tall woman was squeezing him in a tight hug. Pulling

back from him and giving him a firm shake, she demanded, "Where

on Earth have you been?"

"Er- I have been with my godson?" Harry answered, he hadn't been

ready for a second interagition today.

"Godson? Darn, you mean Teddy Lupin, Tonks and Remus's son. No

one thought to check there. Why didn't you tell anyone where you've

been?"

"Sorry, I didn't think anyone would be looking for me, well except

maybe Hermione."

"Well, we saw you in the papers. It is not right what the goblins did,

but their rules are outside our government's laws, even if we could

get your vault back, the money would be gone."

"I understand. Have you heard from Hermione?"

Minerva motioned Harry to take a seat on a sofa that had not existed

in Albus's office. She told him, "Hermione is still in Australia. She

found her parents but… but what she did seems to be permanent.

She is going to stay there for a few more months before- before

returning home."

Harry wondered if Britain was Hermione's home if her family was

elsewhere.

"So if not to announce your presence, may I ask why you are here?"

He shifted in his seat, "I moved in with Mrs. Tonks, to help her take

care of Teddy and I came to ask for yours and Professor Flitwick's

help."

Minerva narrowed her gaze on him, like a cat sighting her prey. "Help

with raising the baby?"

"No!" Harry exclaimed, feeling colour rise to his cheeks for exploding

at her. "No," he said more calmly, "I need help setting wards and

fixing up the second floor of the house."

"What's wrong with the second floor and why can't Andromeda help

you? She was one of the finest witches to pass through these halls.

It is a pity she refused to fight in the war."

"What?" Harry asked, "I thought Mrs. Tonks was a part of the Order."

"No, Ted Tonks was and her daughter, Nymphadora was, but of

course, you knew that. As for Andromeda, she never was, she

refused to fight -for either side. I bet she regrets that choice now."

He felt his insides twist, wanting to defend Mrs. Tonks and not

knowing why. "But why wouldn't she have fought, her husband was a

muggleborn, her place was burned off Sirius's tapestry."

"The Black Sisters were once very close, Harry. They were a force to

be reckoned with, but that was before Bellatrix married Rodolphus

Lestrange, before she was trained by Voldemort. When Bellatrix's

sanity broke so did the Black Sisters. Andromeda eloped with Ted

rather than marry Rodolphus's younger brother, Rabastan. But

marrying outside her family's wishes was partly for show -though I do

not doubt that she loved Ted, at heart Andromeda will always be a

Black, never forget that Harry."

Harry thought of the broken widow he left on the sofa and couldn't

imagine leaving her to her own devices. "Narcissa isn't that scary."

Minerva laughed, "Narcissa Malfoy and Andromeda Tonks are two

sides of the same coin, Harry. They both supported their own side

but neither actively fought against the other. I taught them, I

remember how they were. They didn't fight because of the off

chance that their actions might lead to the other's death. I don't think

either counted on losing a child and their spouses because they

played it safe rather than fight for their beliefs."

Harry was startled at Minerva's harshness and even more so at the

idea that Draco was no longer alive, "Draco is alright, I saw him a

few days ago."

"Draco has lycanthropy."

Harry gaped at her, "No."

"It was his father's punishment for failing Voldemort."

Harry's mind spun, "In the sixth year, he- but he-"

"Yes, it was why Severus was being so protective of him. Why they

snuck around, in order to give him the right potions, to keep him

away from the other students. It's why I was so reluctant to pursue

your accusations against him, and I am sorry for that, Harry."

He stared at his professor and wondered how it all had turned so

dark, had they ever been children to begin with? Was there no room

for mistakes in their lives at all?

"It is lucky his father didn't lose his fortune," Minerva said bitterly.

Harry swallowed, clearly coming here had been a mistake. But then

it must be a teacher's worst nightmare to bury their students.

McGonagall must have been heartbroken. He thought of Officer

Nelson and suspected the damage of this war would extend far

beyond what was visible on the surface.

"But what happened to the second floor of Andromeda's house?"

McGonagall interrupted Harry's thoughts.

He coughed, "Mrs. Tonks happened to Mrs. Tonks's second floor.

She stripped the walls and I think it will take more than a repero to fix

and my transfiguration skills are not up to snuff. As for my wards…

well, they helped get people out quicker but the muggle police from

coming through the windows. I don't know how to ward the place

without making it disappear. Which the neighbors will definitely

notice."

"That will be easy enough, I can have it put to rights in fifteen

minutes or in an hour if you would like me to teach you how to do it

yourself."

"I think it will take me more than an hour."

"Nonsense, it is a shame you didn't make it to your NEWT classes, I

think you would have thrived in the upper level magic courses. You

see when you're younger, it is all about control, theory, repetition,

and a structured process. The advanced year is about visualization,

technique, instinct, and imagination. Or at least it is for

Transfiguration and Charms. Potions just gets more technical."

Harry couldn't help but smile at that. "I am sorry I missed it."

"You could always return for a year. A number of students from your

year are planning on returning for their last year. I am sure Miss

Weasley wouldn't mind you in her class."

Harry's heart squeezed. Ginny. He had barely spared Ginny a

thought over the last few weeks. She must have thought him a

monster for not contacting her. The thought of returning to Hogwarts,

the idea was enticing, more so because Voldemort was truly gone

this time around, but that would mean leaving Teddy behind.

Harry sighed, he might only be seventeen- eighteen soon, but his

childhood was over. Returning to classes… there was no way to

pretend the war hadn't happened. Mrs. Tonks and his godson

needed him more than Harry needed to find himself.

"I think I need to get my life in order, but um, is it possible to study

the subjects at home and take the tests-"

"Of course, I will send your books to you," Minerva said, seeing

Harry's conflicted thoughts and not wanting to close the door to him

bettering himself.

"Are you available Friday night?"

"Today is what? Tuesday?" Harry asked, knowing he was free but

not sure what day of the week it was.

"Yes."

"Then yeah, this Friday I am free. Is Professor Flitwick around?"

"No, but I am sure he will be more than happy to help you. I will talk

to him and he will likely tag along on Friday if he can, otherwise, he

will contact you for a better time."

Standing Harry reached out his hand to shake Minerva's. She stood

as well and reached for his hand, though not to shake it, she pulled

him into another tight hug, "You take care of yourself, Harry. Don't

forget to live, nothing lasts forever, not even sorrow."

Harry hugged her back, grateful for her, grateful she cared.

When he left, he made a detour to the Weasleys. Mrs. Tonks could

take care of Teddy a while longer.

Ginny nearly knocked the wind out of him, he ducked out from under

her arms before she could steal a kiss. It was awkward but he could

use not wanting to kiss her in front of her brothers and parents as a

good enough excuse.

"Where in Merlin's name have you been?" she demanded.

Ron slapped him on the back, successfully knocking the wind out of

him, "Told you he was okay."

The twins descended on him next and attempted to squeeze the life

out of him. Pulling back George pointed at his ear, "Look, Harry, I got

my ear fixed."

"We're identical again," Fred and George said in unison.

"Though, now that I think of it, Harry has always been able to tell us

apart," Fred said.

"How do you manage it?" they asked together.

Before he could answer Molly called, "Is that Harry?" she emerged

from the kitchen, "Oh Harry!"

Molly finished him off by nearly hugging him to death.

The Weasley family, always trying to destroy him with kindness.

"Mum, let him breathe," Ron said with a laugh.

Molly released Harry and he gasped in a lungful of precious oxygen.

"We've missed having you around," Molly said with tears in her eyes.

"How has everyone been?" Harry asked cautiously.

"Best as we can be. Arthur is at work and Ron's fiance," she said the

last with proud inflection, "is still in Australia, poor dear. But of

course, you'll stay for dinner."

It wasn't a question but Harry was too restless to stay here for more

than another hour.

It was strange to realize that he was missing Teddy, he hadn't been

apart from him longer than thirty minutes ago. He missed Teddy -

who rarely let Harry sleep longer than three hours, Teddy who

needed constant care, but Harry missed the baby. He even missed

taking care of the docile zombie version of Bellatrix.

Sure, it had been awkward taking care of a woman twice his age, but

even the odd intimacies with Mrs. Tonks had become a part of his

life. Yes, it was strange that these two people had become so

necessary to his existence in such a short amount of time. It was

strange and additive that feeling of being needed as much as he was

wanted. Although, he was quite sure that Teddy whose needs

consisted of needing to be changed, fed, and eased to sleep and

Andromeda's lackluster attitude toward life would appear less than

welcoming to most. But somehow, when Harry thought of home, it

wasn't Hogwarts anymore, it was Teddy in his arms in the kitchen

and Andromeda safely asleep on the couch.

Molly had already gone back to the kitchen when Harry plucked up

his nerve to refuse her hospitality. "Um, Mrs. Weasley, I can't stay for

dinner," he said from the doorway.

"Of course, you can, dear," she said, not turning to look at him as

she stirred a soup.

"No, really, I can't stay. I have other responsibilities." She turned

then, her eyes zeroing in on his soul. "What responsibilities could

you possibly have? You won the war and you are returning to your

final year of school. You are a child."

Harry didn't really know how to handle that mental leap. He wanted

to ask how he could be a child and be everyone's hero, but then he

had always been everyone's hero, nothing new there.

"No, Mrs. Weasley-"

Ginny snagged his hand then and pulled him into the backyard

before he could defend himself or Mrs. Weasley could further argue

with him. She pulled him toward the shed. The twins winked at him

and Ron waved good bye pretending like he didn't know what his

sister's intentions were.

Ginny pushed Harry into the falling down shelter and had him

pressed against the closed doors before he could put his thoughts in

order.

His first coherent thought was, Is Ron really okay with me snogging

his little sister?

Then Ron's little sister was doing just that.

Not feeling it, Harry put his hands on her shoulder and pushed her

back. She went from loving to pissed off in a heartbeat, "What's

wrong with you? I thought you would be happy to see me."

"I am happy to see you, Gin, it's just-"

"Just what? We haven't seen each other at all since- you and I

haven't- I have been worried sick and I have missed you so much

over the last year. Then after the funeral, no one hears from you in

weeks, until the Prophet had you plastered all over the headlines for

losing your vaults."

Harry winced, "Yeah, that was… unpleasant."

"Where have you been hiding? What have you been doing without

any money?"

His shoulders stiffened, "I wasn't hiding. I just forgot that people

didn't know where I was, and I have been poor before, Ginny, the

Weasleys aren't the only family on the planet who have worn handme-downs."

Her lips thinned, "So where have you been?"

He loved her, and she knew some things about the Dursleys, but

Harry had only ever confided with twins before about it.

"I've been helping Mrs. Tonks take care of Teddy Lupin, my godson,"

Harry answered.

Ginny blinked at him, "Why would you do that?"

Harry frowned at her, "Because he's my godson?"

She waved it away gesturing with a pale hand, "I mean, I get the

connection, but what I don't understand is why you felt like you

needed to be there? Mrs. Tonks raised her own daughter. A baby

isn't that much trouble."

Harry just shook his head, anyone who said a baby wasn't 'much

trouble' didn't understand what taking care of an infant meant. "Not

past tense, I need to be there for them."

"No, you don't," Ginny said as bull headed as her mother.

"Yes," Harry said slowly, "I do."

"So what? For the rest of the summer you are going to help babysit?

Harry, I don't want to wait until the school year starts to be with you

again."

His jaw tightened and he said in a low voice, "Not for the summer,

Ginny. I've decided to move in with Mrs. Tonks and Teddy,

indefinitely."

Her jaw dropped and her voice raised an octave, "You've decided

what!? You were serious! You're not returning to school with Ron and

Hermione? With me? You're going to throw your life away to play

house-elf?"

Harry felt his temper rise, "I am not throwing away my life and I am

not anyone's servant." Which was only partially true, he couldn't

deny he did the weight of work at the Tonks house, and he would

basically do anything Teddy needed him to do, but he didn't do it

because someone was ordering him to, or for money. He did

everything he coulr because it was his home.

"What about us?" Ginny pushed.

Harry's temper rose. She had no right, sure she had been grieving,

but if she had been so concerned to see him or his whereabouts,

she could have owled. Weeks had passed and he had given her

space but today was him reconnecting with her. Yet she was treating

him as if no time had passed, as if he didn't get a choice of whether

or not he would be raising his own godson.

So he snapped back, "I wasn't aware there was an us ."

She slapped him.

The sound -the feel of that sound, reverberated through him. The

pain was nothing, the sensory memory of the Dursleys knocking him

upside the head was something else.

Harry must have looked stupid, standing there, wide eyed, a hand to

his reddening cheek as Ginny glared at him.

"Go turn yourself, Harry Potter, I could have any man I want. I don't

need you."

Harry felt chilled down to his soul, how could she have hit him?

Why? Had she hit him?

She stormed out before he could ask those questions out loud.

He couldn't go back into the Weasley house, not even to say

goodbye to Ron. He was being foolish, he had experienced worse

than a slap on the cheek in the last sixth months, but Harry felt

shaken.

He didn't know what was wrong with Ginny, what she had been

dealing with, or what the bloody hell her problem was.

But what he did know was that he wasn't okay with her, or anyone,

hitting him like that. He disapparated on the spot, back to a place

where he was needed.

Back home.

Mrs. Tonks was exactly where he had left her. Teddy had stirred at

the sound of the front door opening. Harry bent to kiss Andromeda's

cheek before scooping his godson up in his arms.

For once Teddy didn't wake with a cry. He yawned, stretching his

arms out of his blanket, making little fists at the sky before uncurling

his fingers one by one. Harry placed his pointer finger into his grasp,

Teddy immediately squeezed, his grip felt unbreakable. Harry

decided right then and there that he would never be the type of

father to raise a hand against a child. Teddy would not grow up in a

home that could in any way be compared to the Dursleys.

Teddy made a little squeaky noise as he yawned again which

somehow reminded him fondly of Nymphadora. As if Teddy had

heard his thoughts, his baby blue eyes that were staring up at Harry,

shifted to a flawless emerald green.

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