Advent Drabble for marguerite_26!
Title: Solace
Author: softly_sweetly
Characters: Harry, Teddy, Andromeda
Length: ~470
Rating: G
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are the property of J.K. Rowling. I make no money from this piece of fanfiction.
Warnings/Kinks: Kid!Fluff,
Summary: Harry finds some peace at last
Author Notes: Counts to prompt #90 Reach from my 100quills Next Generation Table
Advent Drabble for marguerite_26!
"Would you like some tea?"
Harry nodded, sinking into an armchair and trying to smile. The past few weeks had been mental, and he was still struggling to cope. Loud noises made him jolt, he hadn't slept for more than a few hours at a time in what felt like years, and everyone wanted a piece of him. Even at the Burrow, in the bosom of his family, there were far too many people trying to talk to him, when all Harry wanted to do was cry. He almost felt guilty for using his godson as an excuse, but when the strain had got too much, and he'd had to get away from everyone else before his head exploded, visiting Teddy had come as the first excuse.
When Andromeda came back into the lounge, she didn't just have a teacup; she had Teddy himself. Harry had expected to coo over him in a cot or something. He wasn't entirely sure what to do with a baby, or what he was supposed to do in his role as godfather. But Andromeda held Teddy out to him, finally placing him in Harry's arms and moving Harry around him. Harry stayed very still and tried not to move in case he dislodged his grip on Teddy and dropped him. That would be a bad start to their relationship, really.
Andromeda went back into the kitchen, and Harry could hear her talking to Ted, something about the bin collection. But his attention was caught by a flash of movement, and he looked down at the little bundle in his arms.
Teddy was staring back up at him, bright blue eyes fixed on Harry. If a baby could look inquisitive, then that was how Teddy looked, eyes trained on Harry's as his mouth formed little spit bubbles. Harry didn't really know what he was doing, but moved his hand instinctively; waggling his fingers in front of Teddy's face and watching Teddy follow their movement intently. When a podgy little hand reached up, Harry let Teddy grasp his index finger and pull it down. It was only when Teddy opened his mouth that Harry extracted himself, waggling his fingers again and chuckling as Teddy grasped for them.
"He likes you."
Harry looked up and smiled at Andromeda. "I like him too."
Turning his attention back to Teddy, it was only when Andromeda flicked on the lights that Harry realised just how much time had passed. Handing the sleeping child back to Andromeda, Harry thanked her for the tea. It was only when he reached the door that he built up the courage to ask, "Can I come back later?"
"You're welcome here any time, Harry."
Smiling and saying his goodbyes, Harry stepped out into the street and stared around. Somehow, the world looked a little brighter.
Author: softly_sweetly
Characters: Harry, Teddy, Andromeda
Length: ~470
Rating: G
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are the property of J.K. Rowling. I make no money from this piece of fanfiction.
Warnings/Kinks: Kid!Fluff,
Summary: Harry finds some peace at last
Author Notes: Counts to prompt #90 Reach from my 100quills Next Generation Table
Advent Drabble for marguerite_26!
"Would you like some tea?"
Harry nodded, sinking into an armchair and trying to smile. The past few weeks had been mental, and he was still struggling to cope. Loud noises made him jolt, he hadn't slept for more than a few hours at a time in what felt like years, and everyone wanted a piece of him. Even at the Burrow, in the bosom of his family, there were far too many people trying to talk to him, when all Harry wanted to do was cry. He almost felt guilty for using his godson as an excuse, but when the strain had got too much, and he'd had to get away from everyone else before his head exploded, visiting Teddy had come as the first excuse.
When Andromeda came back into the lounge, she didn't just have a teacup; she had Teddy himself. Harry had expected to coo over him in a cot or something. He wasn't entirely sure what to do with a baby, or what he was supposed to do in his role as godfather. But Andromeda held Teddy out to him, finally placing him in Harry's arms and moving Harry around him. Harry stayed very still and tried not to move in case he dislodged his grip on Teddy and dropped him. That would be a bad start to their relationship, really.
Andromeda went back into the kitchen, and Harry could hear her talking to Ted, something about the bin collection. But his attention was caught by a flash of movement, and he looked down at the little bundle in his arms.
Teddy was staring back up at him, bright blue eyes fixed on Harry. If a baby could look inquisitive, then that was how Teddy looked, eyes trained on Harry's as his mouth formed little spit bubbles. Harry didn't really know what he was doing, but moved his hand instinctively; waggling his fingers in front of Teddy's face and watching Teddy follow their movement intently. When a podgy little hand reached up, Harry let Teddy grasp his index finger and pull it down. It was only when Teddy opened his mouth that Harry extracted himself, waggling his fingers again and chuckling as Teddy grasped for them.
"He likes you."
Harry looked up and smiled at Andromeda. "I like him too."
Turning his attention back to Teddy, it was only when Andromeda flicked on the lights that Harry realised just how much time had passed. Handing the sleeping child back to Andromeda, Harry thanked her for the tea. It was only when he reached the door that he built up the courage to ask, "Can I come back later?"
"You're welcome here any time, Harry."
Smiling and saying his goodbyes, Harry stepped out into the street and stared around. Somehow, the world looked a little brighter.