Haven .|. H. J. POTTER✔

Chapter thirty*

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Harry was frozen in shock for a moment. Not once had it occurred to him that there might be someone who had seen it happen. And he certainly never thought it would be Haven. He remembered seeing her in the castle, not outside in the courtyard where they told him they found Tonks.

"Bellatrix," Harry said as if to clarify that Haven had actually meant her. "Bellatrix killed her,"

Haven gulped and nodded. Her features were twisted in mental agony. The long-suppressed memory was slowly resurfacing again. Haven used every ounce of mental restraint she had to push the vision back down again. She did not want to see anything that had to do with that night.

Harry kept staring at her, obviously having no clue what to do with that information. He felt a weird sense of ease through his body, knowing that the killer of little Teddy's mother already got what she deserved but also felt like she didn't suffer enough. He wanted to resurrect her from the dead and then kill her again. Violently.

The Gryffindor had spent nights crying because of the sadness he felt when he thought about how Teddy had to grow up without his parents. Harry just needed one more year at Hogwarts and then he was going to devote his life to making sure Teddy didn't grow up the way he did. Harry was going to work with the Aurors, earn money to spoil Teddy, and take the best care of him - always letting him know he was loved.

Neither Harry nor Haven knew what to say. This wasn't exactly a great start to Christmas morning. Teddy kept tugging on Harry's sleeve because Harry's hand was lowered the spoon back into the bowl but Teddy was still hungry.

"I - er -" Harry started, shaking his head to get his thoughts straight again. "I reckon we shouldn't tell Andromeda yet - maybe wait a few days. I'd really hate it to see her break down on Christmas, especially after she's been getting better,"

Haven nodded hastily, her eyes trained on the turquoise-haired boy in front of her. Little Teddy had no idea about the war, too young to understand that both his parents died for a better world.

"You should get your mind off it, too, Haven," Harry spoke to her. "I don't like seeing you upset during Christmas either,"

The Hufflepuff girl nodded again and gave Harry a tentative smile.

None of the others in the room seemed to have noticed how the mood in Harry and Haven's corner dropped. Most of them were busy with whatever they were doing and only spoke to Harry or Haven when it was almost noon already.

Mr Weasley wanted to take some pictures of everyone in the snow, making a snowman or having a snowball fight so everyone put on thick coats and scarves and made their way to the lawn which was once again covered with a thick layer of snow.

Teddy was the most enthusiastic about it of all. He brabbled on, clapping his hands, and shrieking when Harry crouched down with him to touch some of the ice-cold snow. After a good ten minutes, his cheeks were red and his woolly hat was already sprinkled with snow. His hair had turned a light shade of grey because of the cold but he didn't seem to mind the temperature.

They all decided on making a big snowman again whilst Mr Weasley and Andromeda stood in the doorway, watching them all. Mr Weasley took pictures - some on his Muggle camera Harry gifted him for Christmas and a couple on his wizarding one.

Once Fred and George had rolled the first ball of snow, Alex and Ron spelled theirs on top of it. Those two alone were already the same height as Haven. Ginny and Haven put their smallest ball of snow on top of that one and then it was Teddy's job to put the carrot nose and the bead eyes in it. Harry had him on his shoulders, his hands tightly around Teddy's legs, so the little man could reach the enormous snowman's head.