My father is a ferret!

[herumtreiber]

Title:  My father is a ferret!
Author: herumtreiber
Team: Aurors
Characters: Draco/Harry, Teddy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Word count: 100x5
Challenge: #249 -  when.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns them, not me. This is for mischief's sake, not profit.
Summary: Teddy startles Draco.
Notes: The sequel to The godfather, The godfather, part II, The Serpent King, The godmother, part 1 and The godmother, part II
For dracoharry100

Harry looked up from his parchment when he heard the sound of Teddy's shuffling trainers. He looked up at the boy, whose hair was bright orange. He noticed Teddy was biting his lip and scrunching up his face in concentration.

"What's the matter, Teddy?" Harry put aside the parchments.

"Are you a ferret?" said Teddy very seriously. "Vicky said my father is a ferret!"

Harry goggled with astonishment at his godson.

"I didn't understand the noises coming from your room at night," said Teddy, "but Vicky said ferrets squeak and grunt."

"Teddy, just don't ask Draco this question!" begged Harry.

--

Draco stirred the potion clockwise the required 37 times. When he noticed it shimmered a bright magenta, he nodded in satisfaction whilst Harry looked up from his chair, smiling at his fiancé.

"Could you pass me those vials, Teddy?"

The boy nodded and grabbed them, carefully handing them to Draco.

"Are you a ferret?" Teddy said curiously whilst Harry cringed.

The vials slipped from Draco's fingers and fell. He looked at Teddy with eyes wide in surprise, not unlike a ferret facing a hippogriff.

Recovering his poise, he drawled, "Why do you ask?"

"Vicky said my father is a ferret!"

--

"I must say you handled that very well," said Harry whilst he patted Teddy's hair. The boy had played on the garden all morning and finally had fallen asleep. He grinned at Draco, whose nose was smudged with dirt. Harry decided not to tell him this.

Draco lifted his eyebrows at him.

"You don't like it when people mention the incident," said Harry.

"Well, it was a bit jarring," drawled Draco, "but did you hear Teddy's words when he said his father was a ferret!"

Draco puffed up his chest proudly. "In his mind, Teddy thinks I am his father!"

--

Harry crossed his arms, puzzling his eyebrows in thought. "Actually, Teddy asked me the same question, you know. I like it that he thinks we're his parents..."

"But you feel guilty when you think about his real parents," said Draco. He knew Harry very well and to tell the truth, he shared those feelings of guilt. Teddy was a marvellous boy and it was a pity that his parents would not watch him grow up.

"You reckon we should tell him more about them?" said Harry tentatively.

Draco nodded. "You should tell Teddy. We don't want Victoire repeating Fleur's blabbering."

--

Teddy yawned at the screen. "Boring. Wanna watch the Lion King!"

Harry looked at Draco, who shrugged nonchalantly. "Sent owls to Mother which she hasn't answered, by the way; quite suspicious if you ask me."

Harry ruffled Teddy's hair. "Do you want to hear a story?"

Teddy nodded eagerly.

Harry said soothingly, "When I was on the Hogwarts Express for the start of my Third Year, Hermione, Ron and I met your father, Remus Lupin. He was sleeping."

"Why was he there?" Teddy said.

"Because Remus would teach at Hogwarts." Harry said fondly, "He taught me so many wonderful things!"

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The Teddynator