Harry was quite honestly attempted to pull what he mentally dubbed as a 'Molly Weasley' and try his hardest to protect his kid from each and every thing that he could but he realised that that would not work in the long term, especially if his child was anything like Natasha or - Merlin forbid - himself. Harry knew that he had to teach the child to survive, sure he would still be there even if he or she reached their late nineties but he knew that he couldn't be involved in everything, they needed their own lives after all.
The Ancient One's words troubled Harry because he couldn't help but wonder what his relationship with his own child would be like if he couldn't even repair the relationship with his own parents. Harry always thought he understood what his mother had meant, but now… now he felt like he truly understood. He didn't know how he would react if he found out that his child even planned to do half of the things that he had done over the years.
As he closed the door he saw Natasha sleeping on the sofa, looking quite peaceful and not like the highly dangerous assassin that she was, Padfoot was sleeping on the ground next to her. Harry quietly walked up to them, Padfoot raised his head and looked at him but didn't say anymore.
"Go back to sleep, boy." Harry said quietly and patted Padfoot on the head before he gently scooped up Natasha and carried her to the bedroom.
"Hmm, this is nice." He heard Natasha's voice speak once he had gotten inside the bedroom, he looked down and saw that she was awake.
"Did I wake you?" Harry asked as he gently dropped her onto the bed.
"Yes, but it's fine." She said with a small yawn. "So, where were you?" She asked as Harry tucked her into bed.
"I met with the Ancient One and then I spent the rest of the day clearing my head by walking around Tibet." Harry said as he kneeled down next to the bed so he could look into her eyes. "She's dying." Harry said in a quiet voice.
"She's what?" Natasha blinked, losing her sleepiness.
"She's dying." Harry repeated. "She believes she will die soon, she gave me some gifts and said her goodbyes."
"Oh Harry, I'm sorry."
"It's fine," Harry said with a small shake of his head. "the day wasn't all bad. We talked and I've had some time to think about things."
"What things?" Natasha asked.
"Us for example," Harry said with a small smile. "me, my parents. Just a lot of things. I… first thing tomorrow I plan to talk to my parents."
"Really?"
"Yeah," Harry nodded. "we've got a child on the way and I want to fix my relationship with my parents before I become one."
"That's… very mature of you." Natasha said after a short pause.
"Don't sound so surprised." Harry said, rolling his eyes.
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"Right, this is going to be awkward." Harry said in a low voice as he rolled his shoulders and neck while standing in the middle of his apartment, Sif and Natasha were standing behind him with Padfoot standing next to him.
"Do you want us to stay here with you?" Sif kindly offered.
"No," Harry shook his head. "well… just long enough to say 'hi', I think they would like to meet you. I… I hope they would like to meet you."
"Woof." Padfoot barked.
"No, you go with them." Harry said as he gestured to Natasha and Sif. Padfoot let out a disappointed whine before nodding his head. "Good boy." Harry nodded to him before he looked forwards. "Right… let's hope this doesn't go to shit." Harry said before his left tattoo glowed, soon the wispy and transparent forms of his parents appeared in front of him.
Natasha and Sif's eyes were slightly wide, knowing that Harry could summon the dead was more than a little bit weird, seeing the dead was much more weird, the two doubted they would ever get used to it. The two made sure to take a good look at Harry's parents, firstly they looked at James Potter, Harry's father. His face was almost identical to Harry though Harry had slightly higher and more defined cheek bones, the two definitely had the same messy hair. Harry definitely inherited his handsome looks from this man.
Lily Potter on the other hand was a beautiful woman, who they knew had red hair even if it wasn't especially clear given their current forms. The two women could see Harry also inherited a bit of his looks from Lily, and she was the one that Harry got his dazzling emerald green eyes from, so Sif and Nat were already grateful for that.
"Harry!" Lily Potter breathed as she looked at Harry with tears dripping down her eyes.
"Son." James Potter said in a soft voice as he looked at Harry, he wasn't crying but he did look like he soon would be.
"Mum." Harry said in a quiet voice as he stared between Lily and James. "Um… this is Sif and Natasha." Harry said as he gestured behind him.
"Two girls." James Potter said with a small chuckle, though his attempt to lighten up the situation was somewhat ruined by the fact that the tears had finally started dropping out his eyes.
"I assure you, Mr Potter, that we are not girls, we are women." Sif replied. "And need I remind you that I am older than all of you combined?" She asked.
"They have fire." James winked at Harry.
"That's not all they have," Harry said, softly snorting as he did so. "Natasha over here is going to be giving you guys a grandchild soon." Harry said, wrapping an arm around Natasha's shoulders.
"Hello, Mr and Mrs Potter." Natasha nodded to them.
"Hello," Lily Potter said as she gave her a watery smile. "thank you, thank you for looking after my son."
"It's a full time job." Natasha joked.
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