Teddy was a remarkably good distraction, it seemed. In the two weeks since Draco’s wedding-that-wasn’t, Harry had found himself more than happy to entertain his godson with an increasing number of playdates. He suspected that Narcissa and Andromeda would soon start plotting other methods of cheering him up, but for now, watching Teddy delight in the pile of golden leaves was enough. Eventually, even Teddy grew tired, and the two of them settled on the river bank to watch the fish.