Haven .|. H. J. POTTER✔

Chapter forty-nine*

[Mature content is marked where it starts]

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Although Harry and Haven had little time to get down on each other after that movie night, the two managed to distract themselves from it quite nicely.

Harry was busy with little Teddy, spending every waking moment of the day with him, trying to teach him words and phrases. He succeeded in teaching the little boy to call him 'Uncle Harry' or something that sounds like that. It took the others quite some time before they understood that 'Duckie Hawwy' meant 'Uncle Harry' instead of a threat to his life. 

Haven had a hard time distracting herself from her weird and annoying feelings for Duckie Hawwy when every time she saw him he was smiling from ear to ear with the much smaller Teddy on his lap. 

She could stare at the sight for days and never get bored. 

And when she realised this, she felt so out of character that she felt an up-coming identity crisis, and to escape that, she fled to Godric's Hollow where she sat in front of her parents' grave for hours. It gave the opposite effect of what Haven was hoping for.

Instead of distracting her with her terrible and overwhelming loss of her mother, Haven found herself pretending to talk to Ella Goldspear and ask for advice on what to do. 

Should she tell Harry about what she's been feeling? Well, Haven knew that was a bad idea and would only make leaving harder if Harry felt the same about her. 

Did Harry feel the same unsurpressable and suffocating affection for her? If he did, it would be disastrously sad to say goodbye, and if he didn't ... it would also be disastrously sad for her, and maybe a little pathetic. 

The only thing Haven was able to do was try to convince herself it wasn't a big deal.

So, she was more content of Harry than a regular friend was? Whatever. They were shagging, after all, that was bound to put a strain on regular, friendly feelings she was supposed to feel. Shagging wasn't something done lightly, it was still something intimate, whoever it's done with. 

And besides, it wasn't like anything could ever happen between the two - like a solidified romantic relationship. That was out of the question. Maybe Harry didn't know that yet, but he didn't need to if he felt nothing like how she was feeling. 

Harry deserved someone who could take good care of him, and Haven couldn't give him that with her dangerous impulses and questionable morals. Harry deserved a relationship like Ginny and Luna's, or Ron and Hermione's. Even Draco Malfoy and Astoria Greengrass's relationship was better than what they could be - from what Haven had heard, Astoria actively tried to get the stupid and disgusting mindsets out of Malfoy's head. All Haven did was tuck Harry in and press a kiss to his forehead, that was hardly the same. 

"Thanks for your advice, mum," Haven mumbled as she pushed herself up from the muddy floor. "Goodbye for now. I won't visit for a while because I'm leaving, but I'll think of you,"

With her free hand, Haven wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. 

"I don't know why I'm reacting like this because you're just bones by now," Haven sniffed softly. "I love you. Bye Mum, bye Lyan,"

One last glance at the mossy stone that carried the name of her parents, and Haven turned around. She expected she would not see them for a very long time. 

After Apparating back to The Burrow, she found the other Hogwarts students already waiting for her outside, backpacks and all. They were going back to Hogwarts to spend the last days of the Easter holidays there. Hermione desperately needed to visit the library and get some more work done that had something to do with preparing for the NEWTs which were drawing closer every day.