It's time you pick your battle and I promise you this is mine

Another summer

Harry stayed with the Weasley's that summer. He had no idea where the Dursley's where and he did not care. He had no more reason to come back there and so staying with the Weasleys was the obvious first choice. It was what he had wanted, ever since he had spent some time at the Weasley's that first summer. It felt like a lifetime back now. Well, in some way, for Harry it was.

The first few weeks Molly cried a lot. Harry supposed the others did too, they just did it quietly in their rooms. George came back to live with his parents fora while as well but he did not speak nearly as much as before. Percy moved back as well and it took him some time to not feel like an intruder anymore, trying to fit back into a family he had abandoned.

Arthur came back from work in the evenings bringing news of the war trials of the deatheaters the new instated ministry of magic carried out. Every time that Arthur took Harry, Hermione or Ron with him to testify on one of those trials, Molly became angry, cried out "But they are just kids" and would not hear about it when anyone tried to argue with their age.

As the trials where any of the three were involved became fewer, Hermione decided to go look for her parents in Australia. Ron insisted on accompanying her and upon that being settled, the two of them looked at Harry. "Oh, no, you two go along without me" He felt like he would intrude and declined.

His two best friends soon parted, leaving him to spent most of his time with Ginny, or so he thought. Instead, Ginny's time was almost exclusively claimed by Percy who apparently made it his mission to catch up on all the time he did not spend with his siblings during the last few years by spending it with them now. Constantly.

At least he had the decency to let George grieve in peace, Harry thought, while mourning the time he could have spent with Ginny instead.

Staying in Ron's room, alone, with nothing to do, brings memories that are too painful. Harry thinks of everyone he has lost: His parents, Sirius, Remus, Dumbledore... he barely ever gets farther than that. Keeps himself from drifting off. Into the pain. Into blaiming himself. And sometimes getting angry.

And suddenly he finds himself visiting Andromeda Tonks regularly.

The first time he went there, it was out of an urge to see his godson. He thought about Remus and Tonks and how they had died for him. How they had made him godfather of their son. A son who is now an orphan. Like him. And he thinks of Sirius, his own godfather. How Sirius had offered Harry to live with him. And Harry was too young to offer that. He didn't even finish school yet. And Teddy had Andromeda, hisgrandmother, that could care for him. But the least he could do was visit.

So that's what he did.

Andromeda seemed glad to see Harry. She made him tea and they sat down in the living room and drank it while playing with the little human that changed his hair every few minutes.

"He's currently at that phase where they grab at everything", she said. Harry looked at her and then back to Teddy, the little ball, grabbing his finger with one hand, and his cloak with the other. He smiled and nodded. Andromeda returned the smile and it was ok.

The next day Harry came back. And the next day. And the day after.

He figured Molly would scold him for annoying the older woman so much but she was either too tired from grieving or figured Andromeda could use some company too. Probably a combination of both.

And Harry liked coming back because it was simple. She did not try to talk about Remus and Tonks. She acknowledged his pain without poking him to talk about it. He did the same for her. It became easier once he stopped seeing Bellatrix in her so much. And he realised the more he saw her as her own person, the more she opened up to him too.