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𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟺𝚔
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Harry awoke the next day with very few hopes for how the day was to go.

He felt like shite, but it was barely worse than the day before. With all of the worry that had been piled up onto his plate, he was mightily nervous to allow Malfoy close to Teddy again.

Though the meeting had gone fine, almost without a hitch - save for when Teddy vomited all over Andromeda's lovely green shirt - Harry was still increasingly upset about its outcome. He was upset about the fact that Malfoy had been practically flawless throughout almost the entirety of the time that he had spent with Teddy.

And Harry had let him! He had dropped his guard, and allowed Malfoy get comfortable!

Harry was getting increasingly worse at preventing Teddy from being shared, apparently.

As he opened his eyes, Harry was feeling something similar to regret. He regretted letting Malfoy back into his life, and he regretted getting sick at all.

The ceiling above his bed had footprints worn into itself. He assumed they had been from Sirius, as he was staying in Sirius' house, Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. He was even staying in Sirius' bedroom, which further strengthened his illations about the nature of the footprints on the ceiling.

He could imagine Sirius dancing there, upside down, a smile on his face as his mother, Walburga Black, yelled at him to get down. He could imagine Sirius sticking his tongue out and getting scolded for it.

He let out a hapless sigh at the thought of never seeing Sirius again. It was a rather unfortunate thought, really.

He threw his legs over the side of the bed and gave a weird sort of groan at the motion. His lungs felt heavy, like they were weighing down the rest of his organs in some sort of way.

With a raspy cough and a sip from the glass of water that Hermione had insisted he keep next to the bed, Harry was ready to attempt his day. He dressed slowly, took a potion to allay the burning sensation in his throat, and grabbed a quick breakfast before heading over to the fireplace to get ready to floo.

He double-checked the time with a quick Tempus, and was gone within the minute.

The fireplace of Andromeda and Teddy's house was slightly shorter than the one that Harry had at Number Twelve Grimmauld Place so he had to stoop a bit lower. With a step out onto the hardwood floors, his feet made a thudding noise. Harry stood to his full height and cleared his throat slightly. He didn't see anyone in the sitting room, so he didn't think that Malfoy was there yet.

Harry walked through the kitchen toward the hallway that led to both Teddy and Andromeda's respective bedrooms. The door to Andromeda's was open, so Harry could clearly tell that the room was vacant.

"Romy?" he called out, his raspy voice echoing against the walls of the small hallway.

Her response came from Teddy's bedroom, which was further down the hall than the bathroom, which was between the two rooms. "We're in Teddy's room!" her voice called back.

Harry bounded down the hallway and to Teddy's bedroom. The door was open halfway, and Harry could hear Andromeda bustling about.

He knocked on the door gently with his the backs of his knuckles. "Hey," Harry said in a low tone.

"How are you feeling?" Andromeda asked without looking up from where she was digging through a drawer in Teddy's dresser.

"Fine," Harry lied. He felt terrible, but Andromeda would send him home if he said that.