Opened At The Close...

6: Diagonally

After that exhilerating moment, Harry and Ginny went back to Teddy's room, Harry placing the dresser from his and Ron's old room against the wall and Ginny making Teddy's bed.
"You'd think that taking a kid off of a floor and putting him back on a bed would wake him up," Harry said as Ginny put Teddy on the covers.
"What are you going to put in that dresser?" She asked, pulling a stack on onsies out of the bag and setting them on the foot of the bed.
"All of his clothes and everything," sighed Harry, taking the stack and stuffing it in one of the drawers.
"Here, take his socks..." Ginny said, holding out a handful of tiny pairs of socks.
That evening, after bidding the others good-bye, Harry strolled back to Sirius's room, stopping on the way to check on Teddy. He had woken, and was staring at the ceiling, chewing his fingers and looking distant as babies usually do at that age. Seeing Harry, Teddy took his had out of his mouth and waved it absurdly, in what Harry took to be a friendly gesture. Harry and Teddy had grown close, in the way that is genuinely very sweet. (when the baby is crying and no one can calm him but one person) Ron had commented that Harry was still the Chosen One in Teddy's eyes, but Harry did not mind a bit.
"Hungry, little mate?" Harry asked him, taking out a bottle and fixing it for him."Here you go," Harry said as he fed Teddy, who ate ravenously. He had been fed three times already that day, but Harry had soon learned (by the notes Andromeda left him in the bag) that babies eat a lot more than one would expect. Thirty minutes later, Harry had fed, washed, and put pajamas on an amazingly calm Teddy.
"Just got to go to sleep, now," Harry said to him, taking him up off of the rug in a swooping motion and sitting on the bed with a soft thump. Rocking Teddy back and forth in his arms, Harry sang a Muggle song quietly in the hopes he would fall asleep quickly so that Harry could take a shower.
"We all lived in a yellow submarine, a yellow submarine, a yellow submarine..." he sang the popular Beetles song quietly. It was one that had gotten stuck in his head many times from the Dursley's radio or television. To Harry's satisfaction, Teddy drifted off into a deep sleep almost instantly.
   Time for a shower, Harry thought as he stalked quietly from Teddy's room. Twenty minutes later, Harry opened the door to the bathroom, releasing the steam in big clouds as he made his way to the kitchen, refreshed but famished due to the fact that he had skipped dinner. After searching the pantry by wandlight, however, he realized that he hadn't brought any food. Cursing himself, Harry was now trying to decide whether he would go to bed hungry or get Kreacher to find him something to eat ( It was a bit of a cruel option to wake Kreacher up this late, Harry thought, but he was very hungry.) Just as he was about to head back upstairs, he heard a tinking on the kitchen window. Seeing an owl, Harry opened it, and Pigwidgeon came in, heaving a parcel and a letter. The letter read:

*Dear Harry,
      Ginny was afraid you were trying to put Teddy to sleep, so I decided to Apparate right into the kitchen to put this on your counter. It's a mincemeat pie from Mum. I reckon she worries about you a lot lately, because she keeps telling us that she's afraid the reporters will hammer all of us with questions on You-Know-Who when we go to Diagon Alley tomorrow. She's probably right, but they can't do it if we have your Cloak(hint hint). Hope you'll come with us.
By the way, Hermione figures that it was sort of Ginny's idea to eavesdrop on us. She got really mad at Ginny when we got home. Anyway, Hermione says she forgives you, but the two of us are kind of cold-shouldering Ginny at the moment. See you soon,
Ron*
Harry stared at the paper and the tiny grey owl that had brought it. Pigwidgeon looked exhausted, but pleased with himself, so Harry gave him a generous chunk of the pie crust and some water before digging into it himself. Taking  a quill and a piece of clean parchment while he ate, Harry wrote:
   *Dear Ron,
Tell your mum I said thanks for the pie. I forgot to buy food- how stupid am I? Don't answer that. Anyway, it wasn't really my idea or Ginny's idea to eavesdrop; we were just looking for you and we happened to stop outside the door where we found you. I guess Ginny thought it was the perfect time for revenge. But we shouldn't have listened, so I'm sorry. (But you did  mean to eavesdrop on me and Ginny in her room that one night, just saying.) I'll definitely see you in Diagon Alley, and I'll definitely bring the Cloak. I always have it on me nowadays, just in case. I was thinking of asking Luna's dad if he wanted to interview us; I know not as many people read the Quibbler  as the Prophet, and I know he tried to sell us to Death Eaters, but I think it would be good for their business. I just can't stand everyone at the Prophet, what with Rita Skeeter (thinking about turning her in for being an unregistered Animagus, especially after what she said about Hagrid, Hermione, and me) and them calling me a liar in fifth year. Plus, we'd be pretty bad friends to Luna if we just threw away their business like that. What do you think?
See you at Diagon Alley,
Harry*