Harry Potter and The Archivist [HP X TMA Fic]

Chapter 4

This is a short chapter :/
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Tim feels something tickle his nose, making him scrunch his nose at the feeling and it went away, sighing and about to drift deeper into sleep, the tickling started again but this time Tim swatted at whatever it was and heard a small giggle, Tim cracks open one of his eyes just enough to see the small boy back away from Tim's body, the messy haired boy had his hands over his mouth trying to keep his laughter in, Tim could feel his lips wanting to twitch into a smile but kept it back just so he could see what Harry would do.

Harry sees the Asian man not move so he slowly gets closer and slowly reaches a hand out, getting closer and closer to the man's nose and before he could touch it Harry felt two hands grab his waist and he's suddenly being Wrapped in a tight hug.

“Thought you could wake me up huh?” Tim asked with a grin, “I think you need a… TICKLE!” Tim says loudly before tickling Harry.

Harry's laughter fills the apartment and Tim’s  following after, Harry was twisting and turning trying to get away from the hands that were tickling him but Tim never let him get away.

Jon peeks from the kitchen and watches them for a few minutes just so he can see Harry laugh freely before clearing his throat, making Tim look up at Jon with a grin on his face showing the gap in his teeth.

“Breakfast is ready.” Jon said softly, the younger man ducks his head back into the kitchen and starts fixing Harry a plate.

Tim sighs looking down at the boy in his arms only to see Harry already looking up at him, the boys green eyes shining today instead of looking dull like yesterday when they had to make a police report.

Tim grins at the boy and nods his head towards the kitchen, “Guess we should get some food in us before we start the day.” Tim says, before trying to put Harry back down only for the eight year old to wrap his arms around Tim’s shoulders and shake his head.

“No?” Tim asked, his own arms tightening around the child.

Harry nods, “Can you carry me?” He says softly, almost like the small boy was ashamed to ask Tim something so simple that all kids ask adults at some point in their life but Tim knew that Harry didn't get that privilege.  

“Sure kiddo.”

Tim stands, letting the blanket that was still covering his body fall down, the taller man moves Harry around so the boy was sitting a bit on his hip and walk into the kitchen, Tim sees Jon still in his pajamas and his long hair in a ponytail, cutting up two small pancakes for harry in one of the small Bluey plates, Jon looks up as Tim enters the kitchen, Jon’s face turned from relaxed to concerned as he sees harry tightly clinging to Tim and has his face buried into the taller mans shoulder. Tim shakes his head and smiles at Jon, The long haired man's face relaxed again. 

“Got a new koala,” Tim jokes, “Can I keep ‘em?”

Jon chuckles and shakes his head.

“You can't even keep a fish alive, how would you keep a koala alive?” Jon joked back, placing Harry's plate on the table, he picks up a glass plate, placing eggs and a single pancake into the plate and placing it next to Harry's.

Tim gasps, moving Harry around again so he can place his hand on his chest over his heart.

“I'm hurt Jon, you know Mr. Flipper's death still weighs heavily on my mind.” Tim says with a grin.

Jon shakes his head as he fixes another plate.

“You forgot to feed him for two weeks and had his funeral in the Archives bathroom.” 

Tim wipes away a pretend tear.

“And it was a beautiful service.”

Jon snorts, placing the other plate on the table and gesturing to one of the chairs at the kitchen table.

“Ok, enough playing around, it's time to eat.” Jon says, sitting down in one of the chairs, the dark skinned man waits for Tim to place Harry in his own chair.

As Harry was placed in the chair, Jon sat his plate in front of him, Harry’s eyes widened at the amount of food on his plate, the two cut up pancakes smell amazing and the scrambled eggs looked so tasty.

Tim grabbed the plate with the most food on it and gave a small laugh, “You think I need this much good?” He asked jokingly.

Jon snorts into his coffee, “I've seen you eat more.” Jon says with amusement in his dark brown eyes.

Tim shakes his head and starts eating. Tim sees Jon glance at Harry a few times to just watch the boy eat at a very slow pace, Tim knew the reason for the small portion of food was because Jon didn't know if Harry could eat that much since he was just too skinny for his age.

After a few minutes of silence a sniffle was hearef causing both men to look at Harry and them seeing his green eyes full of tears.

“I-I’m s-sorry,” Harry stutters out through small sobs “I-I can't eat any m-more.”

Jon was quick to leave his chair and kneel down next to the boy.

“It's okay, Harry,” Jon says softly, “you don't have to eat everything.”

Harry shook his head, “I'm wasting it.”

“You don't need to worry about things like that,” Jon says “We can always put it in the fridge for later.”

“Really?” Harry asked, his voice thick with emotion.

Jon grabs a napkin off the table and gently wipes away Harry's tears, “Really.” 

“And if you don't want to eat something you can always give it to me to eat.” Tim says with a grin on his face, “I can eat just about anything.”

Harry lets out a wet giggle at Tim's word's and everything was right again.

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Sorry for such a long wait for such a short chapter! I had a job I was working nights at so I was mostly sleeping in the mornings and didn't have any energy to work on anything really lol but I have a interview for a different job so hopefully I'll have more energy and have more inspiration!!

Next chapter will be Jon and Tim talking about fixing Harry's room up and maybe some Tim lore 👀👀

Have a safe and wonderful day! 💜