An Organized Mess

Chapter 1

It had been almost a year since the war had finally ended and Voldemort was defeated. Harry had started Auror training a few months ago and it was brutal. Harry came back from his Auror training one day and crashed tiredly on the couch in the library. The once black and depressing walls were now a light beige colour, making the room seem bright and cheerful, nothing like he had felt since living here. All the dark artefacts were removed from the premises and Mrs Weasley and Ginny did their best to spruce up the house, and that house was Grimmauld Place. The house of his late godfather.
It was hard to move in here, but he managed with the others by his side. Now, he was alone. Hermione had returned to Hogwarts for her last year in September. He saw Ron at training, but he lived at the burrow. His mum didn't want to let go of any of her children just yet. That is understandable since Fred is still recovering from the wall after almost losing his life.

Professor Lupin, Remus, was gone. Harry still couldn't wrap his head around it, that his mentor had perished at the final battle alongside his wife, leaving a baby behind. Teddy had lived with Andromeda for a month or three, but it was getting too hard for her. Not only physically but also emotionally, after the loss of her husband and child, who could blame her? That's when Teddy moved in. A baby, then about four months old had moved in with an eighteen-year-old. Sounds crazy, right? Harry himself knew just how crazy it sounded but it was the last wish of Remus and Tonks, and he couldn't ignore it. So, yeah, Harry lived alone with a baby of now a year old in a large house, that didn't feel like home. He was extremely happy with the help of Molly and Andy, but still... this was one of the hardest things he had to do... even harder than killing off old Voldy-warts.

Just as he was about to drift off to sleep, the fire roared in front of him. Andromeda stepped out of his fireplace as she carried a sleeping Teddy in her arms.

"Don't get up, Harry." She whispered. "I'll put him in his crib, you rest."

"Thanks, Andy." He smiled tired as he watched the pair walk out the door. From the moment Teddy moved in, things had changed. His relationship with Ginny was strained from the beginning, trying to reconnect after a year of being away from each other. But when Harry decided to take in Teddy and adopt him, it was over. Ginny didn't want to be a mum at seventeen, she wanted to be free, go play professional quidditch and didn't want to care for an infant. But seeing as they didn't seem to reconnect before Teddy, Harry didn't try to convince her and chose the little boy who had lost his parents. Andy and Molly cared for Teddy on the days he had training, they agreed to switch every other day and pick him up and drop him off at Harry's.

Was it hard? Yes. Was it rewarding? Absolutely. Every time the little boy smiled or tried to say something his heart melted even more. He needed to do this for Remus, for Tonks. He needed to make sure he had a happy home with people who loved him.

Harry didn't even realise that he had fallen asleep on the couch until someone nudged him awake.

"Harry? I made dinner, it's in the kitchen." Andy smiled as she hovered over him.

"You didn't -" Harry started, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and adjusting his glasses.

"I know." She cut him off. "I wanted to. Eat some dinner and go to bed. Teddy shouldn't wake until morning." She kissed the top of his head. "You're doing great. Goodnight, Harry."

"Night, Andy." He said as she disappeared in green flames. He pushed himself up and walked over to the kitchen. That too, had changed drastically. You wouldn't have recognised it if you put the two next to each other. The whole kitchen was redone. The old dark cabinets and tables were replaced by white rustic ones. It looked like one of the kitchens you saw in a muggle magazine.

He ate the sausage and carrot-mashed potatoes in silence, rinsing the dishes the muggle way before heading upstairs. Teddy's room was just across from his and just like every night, he snuck inside to watch him sleep peacefully. The purple head of hair almost glowed in the dark room. Harry stepped closer to the crib with a little smile on his lips.
Teddy was hugging a little stuffed dog tightly to his chest as he slept, a miniature Padfoot. He draped the blanket a little higher to cover his arms and he watched the little boy for about ten minutes before he set the alarm, just in case, and headed to his room.