2002 || Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley Story

Frustration

Harry sat on his desk at the Auror's office. He was trapped with hundreds of paper works from the last missions he had gone on together with Ron and Neville. Ron was still doing some background check on the upcoming missions. Meanwhile, Neville went on a series of interrogation with the death eaters the three Aurors had caught on their recent missions. Harry was left with all the papers. 

They had just recently caught Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Black and Draco Malfoy. Harry testified for Draco and Narcissa and let them go under one circumstance. The Ministry had to confiscate their wands, That's all. That was all good for Draco and Narcissa. On the other hand, Lucius had to go through trials and be sentenced for lifetime imprisonment in Azkaban due to his accomplishments as one of the most wanted death eaters. 

The other day, He and Ron caught a dozen death eaters spread around Greater England including Augustus Rookwood, Evan Rosier, Corban Yaxley, Antonin Dolohov, Thorvin Rowle and Igor Karkaroff. And that guerilla arrest had caused Harry to work on a huge pile of paperwork and reports. Within the coming year, Harry, Ron and Neville had been trained as Aurors under Kingsley Shacklebolt and the trio had been appointed to do impossible missions ever since. 

With all these missions, Harry could barely be home by eight in the evening. he had to work overtime and stay in his office room with pots of coffee and stash of quills and parchments. If only The Ministry allowed Muggle technologies in the office, maybe half of the paperwork would have been done by the time. Sometimes Ron and Neville would help with the papers. But with Neville and Hannah's wedding nearing, Neville had to put his work behind for a while. Ron also had to help George with the shop and George's upcoming wedding with Angelina Johnson.

Harry sometimes spent time staring at the pictures of the fallen heroes hung down the hallway of the Black Manor, just to calm his nerves down. He sometimes talked to his parents through the moving and talking picture hung in his study. Just like now. 

"Mum," He said as he looked into the moving painting.

'Harry, sweetheart,' Lily greeted through the picture.

'What's wrong, son?' James asked.

"Dad, Mum, I'm really tired right now. My job is taking a toll on me," He whined. the only place he could whine was there, inside his study, where the painting of James and Lily Potter was hung right across his working desk.

'Oh Harry, dear.  I wished I could go there and hug you,' Lily said.

'It's okay, Son. You'll get used to. I know you have the power to keep up. You're strong,' James smiled at his son. Just remember, Harry. Teddy needed you, as much as you need us. You have to be a better father than I already had been back then,' James said.

'Every time you feel tired, remember this thing: Remus named you Teddy's Godfather for something bigger. He wanted you to be someone he could look up to like a father figure,' Lily said gently.

'Find yourself a wife, Son. You needed someone to support you,' James said.

"If only my life wasn't this complicated," Harry sighed.

'You need to start a family soon, Sweetheart," Lily smiled. 'James was so happy when we got married and have you as our son.'

'I gave you flying class when you were one, son. with the toy broom Sirius gave you after the christening," James boasted.

'Yeah, and you had your knee scraped because you smashed a vase,' Lily giggled.

'Ten years later, he turned into the youngest seeker over the century, Hon,' James puffed his chest as Harry chuckled.

'Be a father to Teddy, Son. A father that  I wished I could've been,' James said again before turning into a static painting again.

"Mum, Dad, Thank you. I love you both," Harry smiled and bid his parents' goodbye as he walked out of his study.

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Harry sat at the living room, throwing a tennis ball to the wall, catching it, repeating every movement just to make himself forget all his worries. He was sitting on the floor in his shorts and worn out t-shirt. His long hair was tied into a man bun and as soon as he got bored with the tennis ball routine, he moved closer to the wall and leaned his back on the wall and massaged the bridge of his nose. 

"Harry," Ginny came closer to her boyfriend.

Harry didn't answer, He sat there quietly, enjoying every single second he spent with Ginny by her side. 

"Papa," Teddy broke the silence and snuggles under Harry's arm.

"Teddy," Harry hugged the little metamorphagus in his arms and carried him over his shoulder. Teddy turned two a few months ago and he began to learn how to make a structured word. Much longer than just 'Teddy Fell, Teddy Hurt'.

"I want to ride a broom," He beamed as he played on Harry's hair.

"Teddy, your wound isn't healed yet," Harry said, looking at the red patch on Teddy's knee.

"Oh Please, please papa. Teddy wants to Quidditch," The little boy begged the twenty-year-old young adult to accompany him.

"Only flying, no quidditch yet," Ginny added while pointing her pointer finger towards Teddy's nose.

"Why?" the little infant asked.

"Because, you're too small for a bludger and it'll break your arm if it hits you," Ginny tried reasoning to the young child.

"Okay," Teddy sighed.

"Now, let's have some biscuits and milk before you big work out day," Harry said as he sat Teddy on his baby's chair while Ginny prepared Teddy's afternoon snacks and a cold cup of oat milk.

"Ninny, I don't want carrots and broccoli," Teddy whined.

"Oh hush, Teddy. If you want to play quidditch like Harry and Ninny, you have to eat Carrots and broccoli. besides, 'Mione has put some honey in the oat milk. you will like it," Harry smiled. "Big boys eat vegetables. Like Papa and Ronnie," Harry continued.

"Okay," Teddy gave in and started eating his snack before Harry handed him his toy broomstick and get the boy to fly at the backyard.

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