Advent challenge; fic 06.
Title: Stormy Weather
Fandom: Harry Potter
Summary: Andromeda can never get Teddy to sleep during a storm,
Characters/ Pairings: Andromeda, Teddy
Prompt: Requested by pointblankdarcy:Tonks and Lupin left something for their son, and idk a scene where he snuggles it as a bb
Genre: family, gen
Rating: g
Word count: 395
The thunder and lightning outside is loud and jarringly bright. The rain lashes at the windows and the wind howls around the house.
Usually, the howling wind makes him fall asleep quickly. But tonight is worse than ever. Pushing her frizzy hair out of her eyes Andromeda Tonks checks her watch. It’s almost 2am, and Teddy is crying. Again.
At times, she hates her daughter for leaving her to look after him alone. For following her husband into battle, despite his best efforts to get her to stay home. She wonders if Nymphadora ever thought about how she might feel, when she turned up on her doorstep. She’d just lost her husband and here she was, handing over her son, a sure sign she was about to lose her daughter too. And, once again, she would be left to pick up the pieces.
This was one of those times. It took a lot of effort to convince herself that she would have done exactly the same thing for Ted.
Sighing, she crawled out from under the comfort of her blankets and wearily treaded to her grandson’s room. He was bawling, absolutely terrified. His wolf plushie was on the other side of the room; he must have thrown it. Shaking her head she picked it up, tucking it in next to him in his crib. When that did nothing to placate him, she lifted him out, rubbing his back softly. She knew what he wanted of course; or rather, who he wanted. And it wasn’t her.
But she was all he had now.
Humming gently, an old lullaby, she used her spare hand to open the wardrobe. Tucked away were some of Remus and Tonks’ possessions; there were even more in the attic. Fumbling in the dark, she pulled open a box and pulled out one of Remus’ patched cardigans. Gently wrapping it around Teddy, she watched him pull the fabric closer, his tears and wails stopping as he snuggled it. With a tired smile, she put him back to bed, both of them yawning.
She closed the curtains so there were no gaps, and stood there for a moment, watching him. He was fast asleep.
That stupid, stupid cardigan always did the trick. And she hated that an old, patched and frayed cardigan did a better job at putting him to sleep than she could.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Summary: Andromeda can never get Teddy to sleep during a storm,
Characters/ Pairings: Andromeda, Teddy
Prompt: Requested by pointblankdarcy:Tonks and Lupin left something for their son, and idk a scene where he snuggles it as a bb
Genre: family, gen
Rating: g
Word count: 395
The thunder and lightning outside is loud and jarringly bright. The rain lashes at the windows and the wind howls around the house.
Usually, the howling wind makes him fall asleep quickly. But tonight is worse than ever. Pushing her frizzy hair out of her eyes Andromeda Tonks checks her watch. It’s almost 2am, and Teddy is crying. Again.
At times, she hates her daughter for leaving her to look after him alone. For following her husband into battle, despite his best efforts to get her to stay home. She wonders if Nymphadora ever thought about how she might feel, when she turned up on her doorstep. She’d just lost her husband and here she was, handing over her son, a sure sign she was about to lose her daughter too. And, once again, she would be left to pick up the pieces.
This was one of those times. It took a lot of effort to convince herself that she would have done exactly the same thing for Ted.
Sighing, she crawled out from under the comfort of her blankets and wearily treaded to her grandson’s room. He was bawling, absolutely terrified. His wolf plushie was on the other side of the room; he must have thrown it. Shaking her head she picked it up, tucking it in next to him in his crib. When that did nothing to placate him, she lifted him out, rubbing his back softly. She knew what he wanted of course; or rather, who he wanted. And it wasn’t her.
But she was all he had now.
Humming gently, an old lullaby, she used her spare hand to open the wardrobe. Tucked away were some of Remus and Tonks’ possessions; there were even more in the attic. Fumbling in the dark, she pulled open a box and pulled out one of Remus’ patched cardigans. Gently wrapping it around Teddy, she watched him pull the fabric closer, his tears and wails stopping as he snuggled it. With a tired smile, she put him back to bed, both of them yawning.
She closed the curtains so there were no gaps, and stood there for a moment, watching him. He was fast asleep.
That stupid, stupid cardigan always did the trick. And she hated that an old, patched and frayed cardigan did a better job at putting him to sleep than she could.