Harry smiled at Teddy when the little tyke peeked out of his swaddling blankets at him, studying the gentleman caller the way a puppy might ponder a treat just offered. The Boy Who Lived felt a strong urge to reach out for the baby – in some ways a spiritual successor to him simply by circumstance – but he refrained. In light of recent events, much as Harry had been left to ponder his place in this world in general, he was now also forced to confront what place he had – if any – in this boy's life going forward. He was well aware that it would not do to step on Andromeda's toes.... yet at the same time he also felt it was appropriate to size up the aging widow on where exactly she and he, a mere teenager, stood as it concerned Teddy. What was best for him.