Teddy barely touched their supper. Even though it was Gardener's pie, their undesputed favourite.
And Harry noticed. So, when Teddy got up to go back to their room, Harry stood up too, asking them to join him in his office, just to the side of the dining room.
"Teddy, what is going on?"
Teddy couldn't bare to look their godfather in the eye, suddenly particularly interested in the old children's drawings the man had on proud display.
"Nothing happened. I'm alright.
The same Ted I've always been."
Teddy swallowed heavy. They could practically feel Harry's gaze burn into their skin.
"Bullshit. You haven't been Ted for what, three years now?"
Harry shifted his weight, leaning forward.
"Do you want to be Edward again?"
They visibly cringed. And then they couldn't stop themselves in time.
Both sat in stunned silence for a moment. One could basically hear the dots connecting in Harry's brain.
"Was it about the thing in Diagon Ally?"
Harry studied their face, Teddy stared at their hands.
"I noticed you were sad about it."
Harry tilted his head, looking like a confused dog.
"You don't like that I go by Teddy now, do you? That's why you're sad when I, when I correct people."
Teddy searched eye contact.
Honey brown met clover green.
"You want me to be Edward again."
Harry waited for a moment, holding Teddy's gaze. Then he broke eye contact and sighed. A deep sigh, only a father, only a war veteran, only the man who was the Boy-Who-Lived and then the Man-That-Died-And-Came-Back-Alive could sigh. The weight of years spent in dispair sounding heavy.
Teddy opened their mouth to protest, but Harry motioned them to not interrupt.
"I'm not sad you're non binary. And I'm not sad you're Teddy."
He ran a hand through his hair.
"It's just, well, your mum said the same thing."
Teddy must've had the same confused dog look as Harry did. Harry sighed, got up, and walked to his pensieve.
