The Meredith Series

Title: Graduation.
Author:sa_kun On LJ
Rating: PG-13
Prompt Set: 50.1
Prompt: 006, picture
Word Count: 405
Summary: The joys of dating.
Warnings:
Notes:

Picture | 006

Meredith, with his shock of red hair and pale grey-green eyes, looked startling handsome. Radiant, Harry thought and smiled softly, gently stroking the picture of his child. So grown up. It felt like only yesterday that Harry himself had graduated from Hogwarts and now, just a mere week ago, the laughing little baby boy he had been given all those years ago had done the same. Harry thought he might burst from the intense pride he was feeling.

“Feels absurd, doesn't it?”

“I feel like I'm ancient.”

Charlie laughed pulling Harry back against his chest and peered down over the narrow shoulder at the boy they had both raised. “Top of his year, wasn't he?”

“The highest grade in Arthimancy since Severus graduated. My mum, actually.”

“Really?”

Harry nodded. “He said so, the other day. I was absolutely rubbish at it, though.”

“Never even tried,” Charlie admitted. “But Bill's brilliant at it.”

“He's a Curse Breaker, Charlie, he'd have to be.”

Chuckling, Charlie murmured, “so clever, little snake.”

“Not so little anymore,” Harry argued, fingering the photograph in his hands. “We should send Severus one of these.”

“Mum'll want one, too.”

“Fleur?”

Charlie nodded, then softly kissed Harry's neck. “Mmmm,” he hummed.

“Harry—ah! God! You don't do that kind of stuff anymore!” Meredith cried, scandalised, a hand firmly held over his eyes.

Laughing, Harry left Charlie's arms and crossed the room so he could ruffle Meredith's hair. He was, predictably, glared at. “When you are my age, you may tell me that again.”

Meredith huffed, a petulant pout on his face.

“What's on your mind, then?” Meredith coloured faintly and Harry grinned. “Oh, would you look at that, Charlie.”

“I see, indeed, Harry. Most intriguing, most intriguing...”

“Shut up, both of you,” Meredith muttered. “So, can he?”

“Can who what?”

“Scorpius. Can he come over?”

“I'm sure he can,” Harry said dryly.

Meredith rolled his eyes, then straightened up as Harry cuffed him over the head. “May I invite Scorpius over for a few days?”

“Of course,” Charlie agreed. “Unless this requires Harry to get drunk. Again.”

Harry pursed his lips and shook his head. “Oh, I doubt that will be necessary for another long while yet.”

-x-

“Oh, good morning, Scorpius,” Harry said, distracted. “Early riser?”

“Mr Potter!” Scorpius started. “Good morning. Yes, sometimes.”

Harry smirked slowly. “Times when you have to make it back to your own bed before someone wakes up and catches you in the act?” Harry's eyes held a knowing glint as he looked up from the paper he was reading, lips still curled. “Well?”

Scorpius blanched, very pale. “You can't tell my father, sir!”

“Oh?”

“He'd kill me! You know—”

Harry nodded. “I do. The same rules abide here, you know. It's just not your father's idea of a joke. If you manage to create an accidental bond—”

“I know,” Scorpius murmured, downcast.

“I figured you did, lad.” Harry sighed and stood up. “Well, then, let's see what we can do about it to justify the drive of hormones in teenagers and adolescents.”

-x-

“Harry!”

Harry smirked. Sometimes, Meredith was the most predictable of children. “Yes?”

“What the— why is there— Why can't Scorpius come into my room?!”

“Why would he want to, Meredith? Isn't he asleep?”

There was a silence, then. Harry put down his book and walked down the hallway. Meredith was glaring and frowning at him, standing just outside his room with his friend. “He isn't of age, you know.”

“I know.”

“Good.”

Meredith pouted slightly. Then he frowned and crossed his arms. “But…I mean; it isn't like you and Charlie are married or anything! Why would you care about stupid—?”

“Pureblood traditions? I don't, but that doesn't mean that I would blatantly ignore them. Scorpius, I believe your father adheres to them?”

“Yes, sir.”

Harry nodded. “And yes, Charlie and I never married, but then, we are both of age, and…” Harry trailed off. Why…why weren't they married? “It has never come up in a conversation.”