Shouta of the Blacks
An eighteen year old HP fresh from the war and suddenly finding his godson in his care.
(Only little Teddy’s grandfather survived the war, his wife dying saving him. She maimed her sister, the one targeting her, but didn’t manage a kill shot and Ted was clipped with something that broke his Magic. He has made it VERY clear that he’s NOT up to handling a Magical toddler. Harry isn’t either, but Ted was still happy to dump the child in Harry’s lap to let him deal with things.)
He knows Mrs Weasley would care for the tot but she’s also grieving three of her sons and Harry knows, if he hands the kid over, he’s probably not getting him back.
It’s been a steep learning curve but worth it.
They’ve been flitting around the world looking up properties the ‘boy who lived’ had inherited and checking if they’re worth fixing, better ripping down the building but keeping the property or better off taking everything Magical out and either renting it out or selling it wholesale.
He couldn’t stay in Britain. He just COULDN’T.
So many dead and he’d had to do nearly ALL of it alone.
Hermione was in Australia with her parents, having been tortured to almost death early in the year.
She’d been sent to France to recover as much as she could before being sent after her parents. Her Spell was too successful. They sort of remember her so long as she’s around. If she ever leaves for long their memories fade fast.
Harry had two blood-adopted sisters (He’s not sure Mrs Weasley will ever forgive him but it was Georgie’s choice…) one of which was George of the Weasley twins.
They were both Cursed and only one could survive… and then the residue of both would kill the remaining twin.
Fred sacrificed himself saving George and then Harry offered, George accepted and became Georgie Potter, rejecting his… her former family completely and accepting a new family and name. It was the only way to survive.
Parvati was the other new sister. She and Lavender Brown were assaulted and mauled by werewolves. Lavender killed herself rather than live was her rapist spawn growing in her belly, a heavily scarred face and having to live with the taint of what would be thought of her.
Parvati had all that, lacking the pregnancy, along with being kicked from her family for ‘shaming’ them and losing her betrothal. Harry offered, and she accepted and was sent to Georgie in New Zealand. The black-haired once Weasley no longer had anything to do with the store she and her brother had set up. She couldn’t even think of inventing anymore. Not without Freddy.
Lee and an upper-year Muggle Born handled it on her behalf.
And then a Ron, who had abandoned Harry after Hermione was hurt due to his actions, joined them there.
They had all the recipes, even the nearly completed ones, and the shop would become like Zonkos had. Lots of old classics but nothing new anymore… a little sad but Georgie no longer cared. She couldn’t and wouldn’t do it. Harry held her share of it in trust for her while Freds was split between her and the Muggleborn. The proceeds were enough for her to live comfortably on.
(Harry would have split his share but he couldn’t touch the Black Vaults not being Lord Black or the Potter family Vault until he was twenty-one. His trust Vault had some money in it but Harry was financially careful. A supplement of funds was welcome.)
Word came from Japan. A Black child, of Marius line, was orphaned in Japan and Harry was the kid’s closest kin.
Kid was Quirked rather than Magical and Harry hadn’t had the chance to check out the property there yet, so he went, Teddy going with him.