Harry Potter Oneshots

Protection Detail (Teddy Lupin)

Since before I could remember, my parents hadn't been able to stop talking about Harry Potter. They'd been a few years below him, but that didn't mean they didn't take every opportunity they could to have a conversation with the Boy Who Lived.

Even after moving to France, they hadn't stopped regaling me with tales about Harry Potter and all of his exploits. I'm sure many of them were exaggerated or just straight up lies, but they and many others idolized the man for accomplishing everything he did. Even in France, the name Harry Potter resounded with a note of wonder.

I chuckle slightly as I look to the file in my hand once more. If I had told them I'd been assigned to his wife's protection detail, they would have heart attacks. They'd known Ginevra Potter better than Harry which I'm sure was at least part of the reason I was assigned to this case.

I bypass security Autors after showing them the file and my identification to enter a room with fireplaces marked with specific regions of the alphabet. I nab a handful of floo powder and go to the one marked 'W-Z' and throw it into the flames. "The Burrow!" I call loudly and step into the green fire.

Once I step out, I brush myself off and look around. The place was extremely homey, with clear evidence that a good number of people lived here. I smile lightly at the seemingly infinite puzzle pieces littered around the living room floor and bend over to pick one up.

"Hey!"

I straighten at the noise only to see a young man frowning at me. His dark hair is messy and hangs over his accusing glare. "Why're you touching my stuff?"

"I didn't mean to," I apologize. "What's your name?"

"Dad says not to give our names to strangers," the man says cautiously. I stifle a laugh but nod anyway.

"Do you think you could take me to your Mum? I'm assigned to protect her from some bad people."

"I'm not a child," he snaps before assessing me. "How old are you? You look around my age, but you weren't in my year."

"I attended Beauxbatons," I admit before growing slightly impatient. "Can I see your Mum?"

The man watches me suspiciously for moments longer but eventually gives up. "Fine. She doesn't tell us anything," he grumbles to himself as he gestures for me to follow him up the stairs. As we approach one of the rooms, I can hear yelling.

"Why wouldn't you tell me? I could have done something about them!"

"That's exactly why I didn't! Do you even know how it would destroy me if something happened to you? How it would destroy us all?"

"Don't try and make me feel guilty for wanting to protect my family. You — "

Feeling like a voyeur, I knock on the door. The boy rolls his eyes and throws it open. "Mum! Some girl is here to protect you."

I step into the room to find a similar atmosphere as downstairs: homey, comfortable, and warm. Though downstairs was lacking the tension between the two people in the room, one a familiar man with black hair and the other a beautiful woman with reddish hair and freckles.

"Er, hello." I wave awkwardly at the two. The woman offers a forced smile in return while Harry Potter merely stares at me incredulously.

"They sent a kid," he says in disbelief. The woman, Ginevra, shoots him a silencing look and smiles at me once more, though his piercing green eyes don't leave me.

"Uh, are you Ginevra Potter?" I ask her, hoping to dissipate some of the awkwardness. It works slightly as she stretches a hand out to shake mine.