Fang drools on Harry’s knee,
Fang loves Ginny brushing him,
Fang loves to cuddle up to Harry, leaving Ginny slightly jealous, but she shows Fang love anyway,
Ginny brings Arnold the Pgyamy Puff and Fang slightly sacred of him,
Ginny suggests getting a dog, but Harry reminds her that they already have lots of cats and Teddy occasionally. Ginny wouldn’t mind more kids.
Bit of a Weasley twin throwback: Harry and Ginny decide to swap their Weasley jumpers one Christmas to the embarrassment of their children. When challenged by a curious Albus, they replied that they knew that they were called Garry and Hinny to George’s amusement.
For Harry’s Birthday, Ginny would try baking Harry a cake. She wasn’t good at it and the edges were always burnt, but Harry would always laugh and say that it was the thought that counted.
As he was Harry’s little helper in the kitchen, Albus would help Ginny by reading out the recipe. He would correct her whenever she was about to make a mistake and as he grew older, he would take charge.
Lily would be there, waiting to decorate the cake with flowers made from icing as well as fairies, gnomes, golden snitches and a ziggy zaggy pattern that she would say is Harry’s scar.
James was mostly there to lick out the bowl. Although he would help by getting out the utensils and pretend to have a sword fight with them.
Although Harry would say that he didn’t want anything for his birthdays, Ginny could tell that he was touched by their gesture and she did it to remind Harry that he’s loved now.
After a Sunday lunch at the Burrow, the kids were outside playing in the garden being supervised by their many aunts and uncles. Harry sat in the living room with Ginny feeling peaceful and sleepy. Ginny had joked about him getting old, but all Harry did was laugh and close his eyes. Harry was dozing off when he heard a loud voice;
“Dad? Why do you have that cut on your head?”
Harry jolted awake to see Lily looking at him.
“Whatdidyousay?” Harry asked groggily and Lily giggled.
“I said, why do you have that cut on your head?” she repeated. “That big one that looks like lightning.”
Harry touched the old lightning bolt scar on his forehead; It had been fifteen years since it had last pained him and Harry thought that it would be a good few years more until he had to explain it’s meaning to his children.
Harry hesitated before answering his daughter.
“Because a madman tried to kill me,” he said finally.
Lily gasped, a look of utter shock on her face and her eyes shone with tears.
“Oh, Dad, why would anyone want to hurt you?” she asked.
Harry picked his daughter up and she sat on his lap.
“Not all wizards are good, Lily,” Harry said. “There’s some nasty wizards out there and that madman was the nastiest of the lot.”
“What’s the madman’s name?” Lily asked in barely a whisper.
“Tom Riddle,” Harry said after a long pause and next to him, Ginny bristled but Harry took her hand and squeezed it. “But everyone knew him as Voldemort.”
To Harry’s surprise, Lily giggled. Harry couldn’t help smiling at her infectious laugh.
“That’s a silly name,” Lily said, after she had calmed down.
“It is,” Harry nodded. “But a lot of people were scared of the name and wouldn’t say it.”
Lily frowned and shifted her position on Harry’s lap. She traced the scar gently with one of her tiny fingers.
“It’s all ziggy zaggy,” she said, staring at it in wonder.
Normally, Harry would’ve been uncomfortable with someone staring at his scar so intently, but Lily’s fascination was tangible and he didn’t mind in the slightest. Ginny often joked that Lily had Harry wrapped around her little finger and Harry was inclined to agree.
“Does it hurt?” Lily asked, her eyes full of concern.
“It hasn’t hurt for a while,” Harry said and Lily looked relieved.
“What happened to Tom Riddle?” She asked in a hushed tone. “Is he- is he in Azkaban?”
“No, he’s dead,” Harry said grimly. “He’s dead and he’s never coming back to hurt me or any of us ever again. I made sure of it.”
Harry was aware that his voice shook at the end and he took a deep breath to calm himself down. But Lily didn’t seem to notice and she was looking at him in awe and admiration.
“Your father saved the world,” Ginny said softly.
“Well done, Dad,” Lily said, the pride in her voice unmistakable and Harry and Ginny couldn’t help but smile at her.
“He killed a lot of people,” Harry continued. “He took my mum and dad away from me. It was because of my mum that Voldemort wasn’t able to kill me. She was called Lily, you know and she was kind and brilliant. She had a cheeky side to her, but she had a temper to match and you wouldn’t want to get on her bad side. She reminds me of someone.”
Harry gave his daughter a wry smile and Lily beamed back.
“She reminds me of you, Dad,” she said happily and Ginny laughed.
“I was thinking of someone else,” Harry chuckled, “But we’ll go with that.”
Lily suddenly wrapped her small arms around Harry.
“I’ll protect you, Dad” she whispered. “Like Nana Lily protected you.”
Harry felt a lump in his throat and a pang in the pit of his stomach and he hugged his daughter back.
“Sweetheart, it’s my job to protect you,” Harry said.
An overwhelming love consumed Harry as he hugged his daughter, knowing that he would do the same for his children in a heartbeat just like his mother did for him.
“We can take it in turns,” Lily said simply, pulling out of the hug. “You can protect me when I’m still little and I’ll protect you when you’re old and wrinkly like Auntie Muriel.”
Ginny laughed at this and Harry was determined not to catch her eye.
“That sounds like a plan,” Harry chuckled. “Now, aren’t you going to play with your brothers and cousins?”
“Okay,” Lily said happily, hopping off Harry’s lap and skipping to the back door without a care in the world.
Ginny caught Harry’s eye and grinned at him. Harry smiled back and took her hand. She squeezed Harry’s hand gently and Harry let out a laugh.
He was relieved that Lily took it a lot better than he thought she would. It amazed him how Lily could sometimes show a wisdom beyond her years and then revert back to a carefree girl.
He was pleased with how it had turned out, even if he had to endure Ginny teasing him about becoming old and wrinkly like Muriel.
Harry was supposed to have a quiet night in with Ginny but ended up reading several bedtime stories to his kids who were too excited to settle down as he had been away on a mission for a week.
Ginny listened by the doorway and by the time Harry had finished reading the seventh story, the three of them were fast asleep. Harry grabbed a blanket and covered the three of them and gave an apologetic grin to Ginny.
“They think the world of you,” Ginny said as they tiptoed out of James’s room.
“I think the world of them too,” Harry said with a fond smile. “But you don’t think I’m getting too soft on them?”
“Harry, you were away for a week on a mission,” Ginny laughed, rolling her eyes. “The kids missed you. So did I.”
Ginny moved closer to Harry, that blazing look in her eyes that Harry loved. A pang of guilt sprang up in him as he remembered his promise to Ginny.
“There’s – er - not much of our night left,” Harry said sheepishly, rubbing his neck. “Sorry about that.”
“The kids come first,” Ginny said. “Besides, I had a great time listening to you reading to them. Being a father suits you.”
“You know, thinking back on everything that happened,” Harry said. “All the things I went through. Having you and the kids in my life makes all that pain worthwhile.”
Ginny’s blazing look got even brighter and she took Harry’s hand in hers and caressed his cheek with her other hand.
“You told me long ago that I was the last thing that you thought of before he hit you with the killing curse,” she said softly.
“You and your lips,” Harry said and Ginny grinned, her eyes blazing intensely. “I know that sounds a bit weird but I was seventeen at the time and-”
“Come here, you!” Ginny said fiercely and she pulled Harry by his shirt into a kiss to which he responded enthusiastically.
Maybe their night wasn’t ruined after all.
I can imagine Teddy referring to Ginny and Harry as Mum and Dad by mistake sometimes and he doesn’t know he’s doing it.
It’s usually when he’s with the Potter kids and they have finished their dinner and they’re moving onto the pudding. One of the kids would say “thanks dad” and Teddy would copy them and Harry and Ginny would share a meaningful look and Teddy would get an extra serving.
Harry was in a world of bliss. There was Ginny and only Ginny and nothing else mattered anymore. There was no one to barge in on them, no one to catch them. Just Harry and Ginny and-
“Dad! The dinner’s on fire!” Albus shouted.
They both sprang apart to see that the meat that Harry had been cooking had indeed caught alight.
Harry swore and extinguished the fire with his wand whilst Ginny praised Albus.
Harry couldn’t take his eyes off his beautiful wife. He leaned back on the sofa marvelling how radiant Ginny looked as she chatted to Hermione and Luna, her pregnant belly on full display.
“Sickle for your thoughts?”
Harry looked to see Ron joining him on the sofa.
“I’m the luckiest person to be alive,” Harry said, returning his gaze to Ginny.
“I guess that means I’m the second luckiest,” Ron said, watching Hermione with a lovestruck expression on his face.
For now, Harry was content to watch his wife and count down the days, looking forward to becoming a father.
Whenever his children cried during the night as newborns, Harry would wake with a start and see to them. It was one of the many things that Ginny admired about him and it always warmed her heart to see her husband comforting their children.
Lazy Sundays in the Potter House involved Harry and Ginny staying in bed until noon and their three children would join them. Albus would want to read whilst Lily would ask one of her parents to do her hair.
James would run around the house pretending to play Quidditch and he would get quiet for a while, prompting Ginny to say that he might be making breakfast causing Harry to jump out of bed and make everybody some brunch.
Shell Cottage was always a relaxing place to visit and a day by the coast was what Harry needed after a hectic month at work. He and Ginny spent the day on the coast having a picnic with Teddy who was in his element building sandcastles and searching for shiny stones.
They were even out at sunset and by that time, Teddy had exhausted himself and was fast asleep on Harry’s lap whilst Harry and Ginny watched the sunset together. Harry felt quite sleepy himself and he chanced a glance at Ginny whose bright red hair was glowing in the blood red sun as she contentedly gazed out to sea.
Harry couldn’t resist putting an arm around his Wife and she melted into him with a sigh of contentment. Teddy twitched in Harry’s lap and Harry laughed softly as he looked down at his sleeping Godson and stroked his hair which was a sandy colour for today.
“Do you think that that will be us one day with a kid of our own?” Ginny asked, looking at Harry with that blazing look that never failed to get his heart racing.
“Yeah, I hope so,” Harry said. “Teddy’s lovely but he’s not ours and we share him with Andromeda. I’d love a kid of our own.”
“One day,” Ginny said. “I wouldn’t want to rush into things like Mum did. She was quite young when she had Bill.”
“Not much younger than my mother when she had me,” Harry said.
“I suppose it was different back then,” Ginny said thoughtfully. “With Voldemort rising to power, most couples straight out of Hogwarts wanted to marry there and then. There was no telling how long they had together and they wanted to make the most of it. But with us-”
“With us, we’re able to take our time,” Harry said. “With us, we can focus on our careers before even considering raising a family. After all, parents should always be there for their kids unless… unless something happens to them.”
Ginny placed a hand over Harry’s and looked at him sadly. Harry took Ginny’s hand and squeezed it, looking into those blazing brown eyes that he enjoyed very much. They knew each other so well and at that moment, the pair of them realized that they didn’t have to rush to have children.
For now, Harry and Ginny lay on the beach watching the sunset with Teddy asleep on Harry’s lap and both of them felt as if they were the happiest people on earth.
Harry is the sort of Uncle who will go out of his way to support you. He would be up at three in the morning to listen to your concerns and he would tell you to never give up no matter what. His cooking is almost as good as Grandma Weasley’s.
Ron is the sort of Uncle who you can’t stop laughing at. He’ll tell all his jokes with a twinkle in his eye and when you’ll even look at him, you’ll start laughing. He’s big on jokes but when he does say something serious, you’ll listen to him like your life depends on it.
Hermione is the Aunt who always makes sure that you’re okay. You’ll always come to her when you have questions and she’ll always go out of her way to help you. She’d listen to you and indulge you whenever you give your take on things. If you have a problem, she’ll help you work through it. Ginny is the cool Aunt who will always play with you. She lets you have a go on her broom and she’ll always stick up for you. She reminds you a lot of Grandma Weasley and you admire James, Albus and Lily for standing their ground when she shouts. You would run a mile if she shouted at you but with you, she is sweet. Like Ron, she would make you laugh at her jokes and the Bat Bogey hex is the first thing you’ll learn. But you mustn’t use it on your siblings.
