Harry Potter x Reader One Shots

|ANGST/FLUFF|They're Not Really Gone| Teddy Lupin x Male Reader |

I was wondering if you could do a Teddy Lupin x male reader where Teddy is struggling with a cloud of depression about not growing up with his actual father and reader helps him through it. If it isn't a problem, could you make it a little angsty and fluffy. Thank you so much!

(A/N: Of course I can! I hope you like it.)

Warnings: None

Word count: 3,150

 The Hufflepuff common room was a comfortable place for all of it's members. Sunlight streamed through circular windows, the air of light chatter and the crackling of logs in the fire made the atmosphere warm and cozy, not to mention the kitchen wasn't far so it was the perfect place to meet up for studies and snacking. The portrait of Helga Hufflepuff above the barrel shaped fireplace smiled at them all as they passed, throwing an occasional wave or concerned 'are you alright there,' when one student was looking particularly stressed or rushed. If you were up too late, seconds away from sleep with your head down in a book, she'd wake you and convince you to get to sleep. During the holiday seasons, she would hold her mug of hot butterbeer up to anyone who passed in attempts to get someone to cheers with her.

 Today was one such holiday or close enough to it (she was currently trying to cheers with a third year that was much too short to reach), there were only three days left of your sixth year and while that terrified you to no end, you knew that you weren't going to be doing your final year at Hogwarts alone.

 Teddy shifted, attempting to get comfortable on the opposite side of the couch. He had his face down in a book, trying to study for a test that had been sprung on you mere days before your holidays, but he kept eyeing you, something else was on his mind.
Strands of turquoise hair fell to block his view and each time it did, he would reach up and move it out of his face. It would stay there for a moment before it would move once again. You watched for a while, finding yourself distracted from your own studies and eventually growing tired of seeing it happen again and again, you reached forward and brushed the hair out of his face for him.

 He looked up, slightly startled and nervous before murmuring a thank you when you moved away, but his gaze lingered.

  He'd been acting kind of strange for a few weeks now so the look he was giving you was nothing new. There was a mix of emotions swarming in his eyes - a kind of fear and melancholy, but he wouldn't tell you what it was about, no matter how many times you tried to pry it out of him.

 None of your shared friends had managed to get anything out of him either - you even wrote to Harry when he started shutting himself away from everyone but he had no clue as to what could be bothering him either. This was the first time in weeks that he'd tried to start a conversation with you.

'What's up,' you asked, shifting to sit closer to him. You waited, watching to see if you'd pushed it too far, but he didn't move away and didn't leave and rather took in a couple of nervous breaths.

'Well, my godfather - Harry, you know the one you met last summer holidays? Well, he's invited me to Christmas at the Burrow and well you know how big my family is so it's okay if you say no but if you want to, maybe you'd like to come over for the holidays too? My uh... My cousins are dying to meet you, they won't ever stop asking about when they get to meet my boyfriend.'

 Without hesitation, you nodded and smiled softly, reaching your hand out to hold his. He tensed and his eyes met yours at last before he smiled too.

 When you'd owled your parents and received their response, you knew you'd have a hell of a ride trying to buy Christmas presents for everyone in his family. He'd insisted you didn't need to buy anyone anything but you had to make a good impression. You used the approaching Hogsmede weekend to gather miscellaneous gifts. You knew his godfather Harry was big on Quidditch and managed to snatch him up a set of tiny Quidditch gear to play tiny Quidditch with, Hermione read more often than she breathed so you looked for some new releases at a book shop, Ron was and still is a giant supporter of the Chudley Cannons, so you found him an entire book of collectable cards that displayed each team's member and their best moves and moments. You weren't sure what Teddy's cousin's and other aunts and uncles would like so you played it safe with different types of treats from Hogsmede and vouchers for various stores in Diagon Alley.