James didn't know how to feel about the idea that he couldn't get Renata out of his mind, but it wasn't for the reasons that one would have assumed or believed at the time. It really had to do with the fact that Harry was demanding that she make another appearance. Since the departure from the park, nearly every morning, whether it was during his bath or when he was eating breakfast, Harry made the same request over and over.

"Nanata?" he would say in a questionable tone, looking over at his father with a hopeful look. And when James would start to say "no" or shake his head, Harry's voice grew firmer. "Nanata!"

How his son had managed to get so attached to a stranger in such a short amount of time, baffled James completely. He figured that if he gave it a day or two that Harry would forget and occupy his attention with something else, perhaps a toy or something of the sort. But Harry was making it quite clear after over a week had passed that he wanted to see Renata again.

The problem was, even if James wanted to fulfil his son's request, he wasn't sure how he was going to go about doing it. He didn't know anything about Renata, not even sure if she was a local as he tried to recall any sort of information that she had possibly given to him at the time. Not to mention, what was he supposed to say if he happened to get in contact with her?

Sorry, my son has been requesting a playdate with you, he's very demanding.

He was sure that the day at the park that Renata was just being kind with offering her time to Harry, he didn't think that she was going to want to make it into a regular thing. However, Harry wasn't the only one that was encouraging either, even Sirius and Remus had taken to Harry's side. Remus hadn't been there during the entire encounter but after James told him what happened, Remus saw it only as a good thing.

James couldn't hide away forever, he needed to get out of the house more and interact with people, it would be beneficial. Not to mention, if Harry was willing to meet and interact with new people that was a good thing. The last thing James ever wanted was for Harry to be traumatised by the events that had occurred. Even if Harry was too young to remember what had happened, there would be part of him still affected by it all if James didn't get his act together.

He wasn't looking for any new friends, but if Harry was seeking the woman's companionship, James could at least put in the effort to help him. Seeing as the boy was lacking in a mother figure in his life, perhaps that's why he longed to be in Renata's company, she was the first woman to walk into their life after Lily.

So without fail, James brought Harry to the park almost every single day for a solid two weeks in hopes of catching a glimpse of Renata. It seemed that Harry was looking too as he would use his father's shoulder to keep himself propped up to keep watch. But each day, they were disappointed because she was never there. Of course, there were all new faces that all wanted to come over and greet the famous Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. They wanted to shake his little hand, look at the scar, and cheer in his name but James usually just brushed them off and kept Harry shielded from them.

Everyone, Dumbledore included, had told him that he had to get his life back on track, that he needed to start living normally again but James wasn't sure how he was supposed to do that when he was always given constant reminders of what had happened. The way everyone spoke about his son, he knew Harry was not destined to grow up living a normal life. In a way, he would always be a celebrity of sorts because of the scar that plagued his forehead.

Thinking about officially calling it quits and just heading home, James lifted Harry into his arms. Perhaps he would amuse the boy by summoning the Knight Bus, he always seemed to get such a rise out of that. But before he could go for his wand that was tucked in his sleeve, Harry let out a cry that involved his tiny fingers gripping James' hair and tugging it with such strength.

"Ow! Harry!" James cried out as he could feel the burning sensation of his scalp from where Harry practically had a death grip. "We've spoken about this! The hair is off limits!"

Harry didn't give two shits to what James was saying at the moment, the only thing he knew was his father wasn't listening to him, so he continued to pull the hair harder to get the man's head to turn. The two were practically fighting each other as James was trying to get Harry to let go but throughout the fuss, Harry was able to speak as he cried out.

"Nanata!"

Prepared to tell his son that Renata was not around, James turned around only to see that Harry had been correct. Standing outside one of the Diagon Alley shops, was Renata, looking through one of the windows. Harry was practically pushing his father away by the face, demanding that James set him down and for a few starstruck moments, James placed Harry down on the pavement and watched as the toddler waddled over to the woman.

He kept close but Harry was moving at lightning speed with his arms stretched out and happy grin on his face.

"Gets rid of parasites that turn your crup into a grump..." Renata read one of the bottles through the window, her hand resting on her chin as she was trying to find something for Enzo. "Well, that certainly sounds like what we need."

Too busy reading the ingredients that were labelled on the bottle, Renata didn't hear her name being called by a small voice, nor did she notice anyone approaching her until she felt tugging on the bottom of her skirt. Startled, Renata jumped in place and let out a small squeak, which clear amused her "attacker" as she was met with the sounds of giggling.

Peering down, Renata caught sight of little Harry Potter, beaming up at her, which instantly brought her to smile as her heart settled in her chest.

"Were you trying to give me a fright?" she laughed, giving into the request of lifting him up as his arms were stretched out to her. "That wasn't very nice!"

"Nanata!" Harry cheered, hugging her, surprising the woman quite a bit since it had been quite some time since she had last seen the little boy. However, seeing as he had approached her on his own, it left her somewhat worried with the idea of him wandering around alone.

Someone seemed to read her thoughts as they called out to her. "Don't worry, he's not window shopping Diagon Alley on his own, " James said as he approached them, " I'm not that bad of a father."

Renata wasn't sure if that was an attempt at humour or if James Potter was really trying to tell her that he wasn't that bad of a father. but she didn't take him to be a bad one at all, she just wanted to make sure that Harry was fine.

"I would never think that you were one," Renata explained to him, even if it was a joke, " Diagon Alley is just a busy place where anyone can get turned around. Just the other day I found myself on the wrong strip in Horizont Alley and I know little ones are fully capable of slipping away very easily. I used to give my mother such a fright all the time because I would get lost in a crowd. I could see Harry doing just the same, there's a little flicker of trouble and mischief in those eyes. Does he get that from you?"

For once, someone wasn't making the comparison that Harry had his mother's eyes, in fact, that was the first time James had heard a comparison made towards him that wasn't just Harry's messy hair. It sort of filled his chest with pride that Renata could see the mischief in Harry's eyes and believe that it came from him.

"Actually, it does," James replied. "Thank you for noticing."

Harry didn't seem very much in the mood for playing with Renata that time around, instead, his little head came to rest on her shoulder and he let out a small sigh that brought the adults to look at each other once more.

"Long day?" she asked.

"Well, actually," James said, turning slightly red in the face, "we've been coming here looking around here for you. Harry hasn't stopped talking about you since that day and...I hope it doesn't bother you-"

"No, not at all!" Renata shook her head gently, careful not to disturb Harry in her arms. "I actually find that rather sweet! I certainly had a good time last time, with the exception of choking on a dandelion and fainting at the sight of blood, but that I was entirely my fault."

James offered a small smile but was starting to feel quite awkward with the request he was about to make. His eyes settled on Harry, who looked as though he was actually drifting off in Renata's arms.

"I don't want to keep you too long," James said, " I'm sure you have work or something-"

"No," Renata interjected, "I don't have a job as of right now. I have difficulty maintaining one. It seems all I'm good for is keeping children entertained. I've had jobs but...I was just hear buying Enzo something to get rid of the Chizpurfles that have found home in his fur."

Her voice trailed off as her eyes shamefully looked at the pavement, making James feel guilty for bringing it up in the first place.

"Oh, I just assumed because we couldn't find you for awhile that you either left or work was keeping you busy, I didn't mean to offend-"

"Well, you were right in some way," Renata said as she looked up again. "I went back to Italy for about a week to visit my parents. I don't get many opportunities to spend time with both of them because they are always so busy with their jobs."

"What do they do?" James asked curiously, more impressed with himself that he was actually sharing in a conversation with someone outside of Remus and Sirius at the time.

"My mother is Headmistress at Accademia di Magia Crusca," she explained, leaving James' eyes to widen as he was extremely impressed just by that alone, but there was more to come, " and my father is a representative of the International Confederation of Wizards for Italy."

"That's amazing," James told her, " really. So pretty much your family is from Italy, what brings you here."

"My brother, Adelmo," she said, " St Mungo's was fighting to have him here, so he moved and eventually, after I failed to become an Auror, he brought me out here to live with him and maybe find something else to do."

"You wanted to become an Auror?"

"I did," she nodded, " but the fear of blood...I failed. So I've been trying to find something different since then. But I haven't found my calling as of yet."

Harry shifted in her arms and the two could see that he was finally sound asleep, his hands holding the front of her jumper loosely, his eyes closed, and a content little look on his face.

"He's been so restless these past couple of weeks," James said to her, " it's a miracle that he's asleep now, you certainly have a way with him."

Perhaps that's what her calling was at the moment, James thought to himself. Everything seemed to be falling into place in a perfect manner. She wasn't working, which meant that her availability was open and Harry obviously adored her, even from the short time that he spent in her company. She was able to get him to sleep and from what he had witnessed the other time, he would definitely listen to her stern tone.

The gears in his mind were working and he remembered what Sirius and Remus had told him about branching out a bit and not hiding away. It wasn't good for him and it wasn't good for Harry.

"Listen," he began, feeling the insides of his palms sweating already, " this might be a bit out there. But since you're in between work right now and Harry has really taken a liking to you, I was wondering if you could spare some time to spend with him? You know, play with him and just offer your company, I swear, I'll pay you."

Renata looked up at him, wearing a bewildered expression at the request as it was completely unexpected. It was only their second brief encounter and already he was offering her such a thing.

"Are you sure about that?" she asked him. "I mean, you hardly know me as a person. I honestly don't want to intrude on your life."

"I know it sounds a bit mental, but Harry's taken such a fast liking to you and he really hasn't done that with anyone since...since his mother passed. I just want him to keep moving forward and I feel like sometimes I'm the one who's holding him back."

She bit the inside of her cheek for a moment, hearing the desperation return to the man's voice as his eyes settled on Harry.

"So, are you asking for me to be like a nanny to him?"

James clapped his hands together as she uttered the word "nanny" because he had actually forgotten the term and it sounded way better than the way he had phrased it. It sounded incredibly weird that he was suggesting paying her to play with his son. But the word "nanny" made a lot of sense.

"Right, Nanny, that's it," he said, the clap of his hands earlier had brought Harry to open his eyes and listen to the conversation taking play around him.

"Oh," Renata said, not looking too enthusiastic about the idea, but rather more nervous about it, "I'm not sure if I'm qualified for such a thing. I've never acted as a nanny before and I"

"Nanny Nanata!" Harry cheered, bringing both of the adults to jump as they didn't know he was awake at the time. "Nanny Nanata!"

She suddenly felt the tiny hands grab the sides of her face gently and she was met with Harry looking directly at her. The same sort of stunt that he often pulled with his father when he felt like James wasn't listening to him.

"Nanny Nanata."

Later on that very same evening, Adelmo returned from a long shift at St Mungo's and hoped that the Chizpurfle infestation had been taken care of. He had left it in the hands of Renata, but he knew that she was easily distracted sometimes. However, as he walked in, he found Renata sitting on the sofa with Enzo sound asleep in her lap.

"I trust that the Chizpurfles have been taken care of?" he asked in a hopeful tone as he removed his robes.

"Yes," Renata nodded, " they're all gone. And you will also be pleased to hear that I found myself another job today."

"Oh really," Adelmo said, trying to keep a positive outlook on it, but with his sister's track record, he was curious as to what job she had landed. "And what is this job?"

"You're looking at the Boy-Who-Lived's new nanny."