Chapter 1: A new beginning
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“Gin, I need to talk to you,” Harry announced as he walked into the kitchen, where Ginny was stirring a pot of soup.
She turned to him, immediately picking up on his serious tone. “What’s wrong, Harry?”
“Come to the living room,” he said, already heading out.
Ginny quickly enchanted the spoon to keep stirring on its own and followed him, wiping her hands on a towel as she went.
It had been a year since the Battle of Hogwarts. A few weeks ago, they had finished their final year at school and moved out of the Burrow into the Potter family’s old manor in Godric’s Hollow. Harry would be turning nineteen next month, and Ginny would turn eighteen in August.
“What’s going on?” she asked, taking a seat as Harry gestured toward the sofa. “You’re acting like I’m about to get bad news.”
Harry took a deep breath. “Andy’s dead.”
Ginny froze.
“Andromeda?” she whispered.
He nodded. “The Ministry doctor said it was a heart attack.”
For a moment, neither of them spoke. Andromeda Tonks had lost her only daughter, Nymphadora, and her son-in-law, Remus, in the battle. She had been raising their son, Teddy, ever since. Harry and Ginny had been a constant presence in their lives, visiting almost every two weeks.
“But that’s not all I wanted to talk to you about,” Harry continued. “It’s about Teddy. We’re his only family now. I know we’re only legally related, not by blood, but that doesn’t matter to me. I wanted to ask… can we take him in?”
Ginny’s eyes widened.
“I get it if you don’t want that responsibility yet,” Harry added quickly. “We’re young, and if you think it’s too much, I can make other arrangements—”
Before he could finish, Ginny swung at his head.
Thankfully, Harry dodged just in time.
Arthur had warned him about this when he and Ginny had first started dating. Apparently, Weasley women had a habit of smacking their boyfriends, fiancés, or husbands when they said something particularly stupid. And Weasley men had a talent for picking fierce women. It was a survival skill, really.
“HARRY JAMES POTTER!” Ginny exploded. “HOW DARE YOU SUGGEST I WOULDN’T WANT THAT LITTLE ANGEL IN OUR HOME?!”
Harry stared at her, caught somewhere between relief and amusement.
“He stayed with us all last summer at the Burrow, and I loved every second of it!” she huffed. “Sure, Mum did most of the work, but we can figure it out! We’ll ask her for tips! And help! But how dare you think I wouldn’t want him?”
Harry grinned. “Relax, Gin. I knew you’d say yes.”
Still fuming, she crossed her arms. “Then why did you even ask?”
“Because I enjoy living,” he teased, pulling her onto his lap. It was his tried-and-true method for calming her down, and sure enough, she leaned into him, exhaling a little.
After a moment, she frowned. “Wait—where’s Teddy now?”
“He’s still at Andromeda’s house with the neighbor who found her,” Harry explained. “She heard Andy scream, but by the time I got there, she was already gone.” His voice softened for a second before he shook himself. “We can pick him up tomorrow before the funeral. But we need to get a nursery and a playroom set up first.”
Ginny nodded. “Hmm… true. But no magic. We’ll do everything by hand.”
Harry smirked. “Merlin, you sound like Hermione.”
Ginny shot him a look, and he wisely kept his mouth shut.
Since it was only six o’clock, they figured the shops would still be open. Ginny slid off his lap, went back to the kitchen, and turned off the stove, canceling the stirring charm. They’d just have to settle for peanut butter and chocolate spread sandwiches. Harry would live. He loved them anyway.
She quickly made the sandwiches (okay, she did use a little magic for that), wrapped them in napkins, and walked outside.
Harry was already there, impatiently waiting with his cloak and hat on.
She handed him his sandwiches and put on her own cloak, taking hers from him. Then, side by side, they set off for the shops down Godric Lane, munching as they walked.
Andromeda’s death still weighed heavily on them, but they knew that dwelling on it wouldn’t change anything. Right now, the most important thing was making sure Teddy had a home.
When they reached Henry’s Furniture, they stepped inside to find a small, good-natured man bounding up to them.
“Harry! Ginny! What a pleasure!” Henry beamed.
“Hey, Henry! Good to see you again,” Ginny greeted warmly.
“What can I help you with today?”
“We need a baby cot, a dresser, a changing table, a shifting crib, and a high chair,” Harry listed.
Henry’s eyes widened. “Oh-ho! Are you—”
Harry laughed, cutting him off. “No, no, nothing like that! Our godson is moving in with us. He’s about a year and two months old.”
Henry exhaled in relief. “Ohhh, got it. What kind of theme are you thinking?”
“Pastel rainbow,” Ginny answered immediately.
Harry blinked. That was fast. Then he smiled. He knew Ginny loved soft, light colors. And with Teddy’s Metamorphmagus abilities, a rainbow-themed room was perfect.
“Oh! Then you must see this.” Henry flicked his wand, and a cream-colored crib appeared before them.
“I love it!” Ginny gasped.
“It’s part of a full set,” Henry explained. “It includes the crib, dresser, changing table, shifting crib, and high chair.”
“That’s perfect,” Harry said. “Could you get them ready for us? We’ll pick them up later—we still have a few more things to buy.”
Henry nodded. “Of course!”
With that settled, Harry and Ginny stepped back out onto the street, ready to continue their shopping.
‘We still need to get wallpaper, a playpen for the living room, a bigger one for the playroom, toys, baby bottles, milk, diapers, and I’ll also get some cute onesies for him as a little gift,’ Ginny counted off.
‘All right then, I’ll grab the diapers, bottles, milk, and playpens, and you can get the wallpaper and onesies. We’ll meet back at Henry’s shop in half an hour. Do you have your wallet and Muggle money?’ Harry asked.
‘Yes, I do,’ Ginny replied. They split up, each heading to different shops.
About half an hour later, Harry arrived at Henry’s shop, carrying multiple bags. Ginny was already waiting, holding only two bags. ‘Good, I shrank the furniture packages and put them in my pocket. We can expand them at home. Let’s go,’ Ginny said, and they walked back to their house.
By the time they finished setting up, it was 2 AM. They had decorated Harry’s old nursery as Teddy’s and transformed a downstairs room into a playroom.
‘I think we’ve done a pretty good job, considering we didn’t use magic to unpack,’ Ginny said, looking around.
‘Good? I’d say we did an excellent job!’ Harry replied, grinning.
Ginny laughed. ‘Come on, we should get some sleep. We don’t want to be late picking up Teddy and for the funeral tomorrow.’
They changed into pajamas and went to bed. Their room was right across from Teddy’s nursery so they could hear him if he cried.
The next morning, Harry woke up first around 8:30 AM. He kissed Ginny awake, and they both got dressed. They had planned to pick up Teddy at 11:30, just before the funeral, but they wanted to check on him earlier.
They Apparated to Andromeda’s house, bringing Floo powder since Apparition wasn’t safe for Teddy.
A weary-looking witch opened the door. Her red-rimmed brown eyes and messy blonde hair showed she hadn’t slept. She was holding a crying baby. ‘Oh, Mr. Potter! I’m so glad you’re here. Teddy has been crying since last night. He didn’t sleep at all—he just kept calling for “Ga’ma!”’ she said with relief.
‘By the looks of it, neither did you, Mrs. Abbott,’ Ginny said kindly as Harry took Teddy from her.
As soon as Teddy was in Harry’s arms, he stopped crying and squealed, ‘Hawwy!’
Harry smiled. ‘Missed me, buddy?’
Teddy laughed and tried to hug him, though his tiny arms barely reached Harry’s sides. Then he spotted Ginny over Harry’s shoulder and wriggled in excitement.
‘Here, you take him—I’ll grab his things. Mrs. Abbott, you should probably get some sleep,’ Harry said, passing Teddy to Ginny before heading inside.
Ginny followed him while Mrs. Abbott retreated to her home. Harry went upstairs to Teddy’s room, where he found a bag charmed with an Undetectable Extension Charm. He packed up everything belonging to Teddy and went back downstairs.
‘Let’s go. I think Teddy needs some sleep before the funeral,’ Harry said, smiling at a yawning Teddy in Ginny’s arms.
‘Yeah, you’re right,’ Ginny agreed.
They used the Floo Network to return home. ‘I’ll put him to sleep. You should rest too—you’re exhausted from last night,’ Harry told Ginny, taking Teddy from her.
She nodded and went to their room while Harry carried Teddy to his new nursery. He rocked him gently, humming softly. Teddy quickly fell asleep, his head nestled against Harry’s chest. Harry smiled, loving his little godson. He laid Teddy in the cot and charmed it to rock gently before checking on Ginny, who was already fast asleep. He smiled, then went downstairs and sat on the sofa, picking up a book—something very unlike him. He had found it in Andromeda’s house; it was a guide on raising children from infancy to adulthood.
At 11:30, Ginny came downstairs. ‘Shouldn’t you get Teddy ready? I’ll make his milk,’ she said.
Harry nodded and went upstairs. He had only changed Teddy once before, but he knew the basics. He just needed to give him a bath. Waking Teddy, he undressed him and placed him in the magically enlarged sink.
Ten minutes later, Harry emerged, holding a clean, happy Teddy—while his own shirt and pants were drenched. Apparently, Teddy loved splashing water.
Ginny stifled a laugh. ‘Give him to me and go change.’
Harry grinned as he handed Teddy over and went to their room. Five minutes later, Ginny was downstairs with a giggling Teddy. Harry joined them, now dressed in a black suit.
‘He needs feeding, but we only have ten minutes,’ Ginny said, looking worried.
‘Give him to me, I’ll do it,’ Harry said, taking Teddy. They quickly fed him half a bottle, deciding he could have the rest at lunch.
The funeral was at Godric’s Hollow, attended only by the Weasleys and the Abbotts. After the service, the Abbotts went home while the Weasleys returned to Harry and Ginny’s house. The room was filled with chatter. Harry and Ginny were talking with Ron and Hermione, with Harry holding Teddy.
‘Oh, I need to finish making lunch! Mum, Fleur, Lilian, Audrey, Angelina, Alicia, and Hermione—could you help me in the kitchen?’ Ginny called over the noise.
‘Of courz, Ginny!’ Fleur said, handing Victoire to Bill as she stood.
The other women followed Ginny, leaving the men and babies in the room.
‘So, mate, you decided to take on parental responsibilities early?’ Ron teased.
‘Yeah. I asked Ginny, but when I accidentally suggested she might not want the responsibility, I had to dodge a serious blow and got yelled at about how much she wanted him here,’ Harry said, chuckling.
Teddy’s hair turned ginger as he reached for Ron. Ron took him, grinning as Teddy’s eyes turned blue.
‘If someone didn’t know better, they’d think he was yours,’ Ron laughed, tickling Teddy’s belly, making him squeal.
About half an hour later, Ginny called everyone to the dining room. The magically enlarged room accommodated over 30 people. The women levitated dishes to the table while the four babies were placed in high chairs.
‘Mmm, everything looks amazing! But who made what?’ Ron asked, piling his plate.
Ginny narrowed her eyes. ‘Ronald Weasley, do you actually care, or are you just fishing to compliment Hermione’s dish the most?’
Ron raised his hands in mock surrender. ‘Dearest Ginny, of course, I care. I wouldn’t want to risk the Weasley women’s famous hexes—your Bat-Bogey Hex or Hermione’s Bluebell Flames, which leave nasty burns! Besides, if I only complimented Hermione’s dish, I’d get hexed by her first!’
Everyone laughed.
‘It’s true. Hermione would hex him for bad manners first,’ Alicia giggled.
After lunch, they all returned to the living room, which quickly became loud and lively as they resumed the men vs. women competition tradition that had started the previous year. Today's matchups were: Ron vs. Audrey in chess, Arthur vs. Angelina in Exploding Snap, Fred vs. Lilian in Gobstones, Charlie vs. Molly in chess (she was surprisingly skilled), George vs. Ginny in Gobstones, Harry vs. Fleur in chess, Bill vs. Alicia in Exploding Snap, and Percy vs. Hermione in Exploding Snap.
The games continued until six o’clock, and in the excitement, they nearly forgot that it was the day of Andromeda’s funeral. Around that time, everyone began heading to their respective lodgings, except for Ron and Hermione, who were staying the night at Ginny’s request.
After a quick dinner—during which Ginny insisted on feeding Teddy herself, much to Harry’s protests—Ron and Hermione laughed, teasing them about how they already acted like a married couple, making both of them blush. Once Teddy was put to bed, Harry showed Ron and Hermione to their room.
Later that night, a baby’s cry pierced the silence.
Harry stirred, groggy and disoriented. What time is it? He forced himself awake and muttered, “Teddy.” Since his year on the run, he had become a light sleeper, always alert.
He got up and stepped outside. The upstairs corridor had three rooms—his and Ginny’s, Ron and Hermione’s, and Teddy’s nursery. With a flick of his wand, he cast silencing charms on both bedroom doors to prevent the others from waking before heading into the nursery.
Teddy was practically screaming. Harry picked him up, cradling him against his chest while rocking him gently. Balancing the baby in one arm, he awkwardly prepared a bottle with the other, mixing the formula into the warm water and shaking it. Finally satisfied, he sat in the corner chair, placing Teddy on his lap, supporting his head as he began to feed him.
Unbeknownst to him, Ron had been watching from the doorway. Now, he stepped inside, conjuring a chair beside Harry and sitting down.
“Well, mate,” Ron said after a moment, “I reckon you are—and will be—a great parent.”
Harry smiled. “His parents died for me and the wizarding world. I know what it’s like to grow up without love, and I don’t want that for anyone.”
Ron nodded, watching Teddy drink contentedly. Then he hesitated before speaking. “I’ve got to tell you something, but you can’t tell anyone. Not Ginny, and definitely not Hermione.”
Harry raised an eyebrow. He wasn’t used to keeping secrets from Ginny, not since they’d gotten back together the previous year. Still, he nodded.
“I’m going to propose to Hermione,” Ron admitted, exhaling as though he’d lifted a weight off his chest. “Probably this week—if I can find the perfect ring.”
Harry grinned. “That’s great, Ron!”
Ron smiled but looked nervous. “I just hope she doesn’t think we’re too young and say no.”
“She won’t,” Harry assured him. “She loves you—even if she doesn’t express it in, y’know, a sloppy way.” He chuckled. “Thank Merlin our girlfriends aren’t like that—always professing their undying love in front of everyone.”
Ron laughed. “Yeah, true.”
They sat in comfortable silence, watching as Teddy finished his milk. Harry rocked him gently until his tiny eyelids fluttered shut. Carefully, he placed the baby back in his cot and adjusted the blanket around him.
As they left the room, Ron whispered, “I know you and Ginny will be great parents to him.”
Harry froze at his words.
He knew that one day, he and Ginny would start a family—but he hadn’t thought that taking in his godson already made them one.
Sighing, he headed back to his room.
Chapter 2: Chapter 2
Notes:
Hi ! I am sorry I took so long to update, I was on vacation. This chapter will be pretty short bcz the next one will be long. :)
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The doorbell rang.
"I'll get it," Harry called out to Ginny, who was curled up in the library with a book.
He was sitting in the living room, keeping an eye on Teddy, who was happily babbling to himself as he played in his playpen.
It had been a month and two weeks since Andromeda’s death. Adjusting to life with Teddy had been a challenge at first, but now they had settled into a comfortable routine. He was a cheerful little thing, always full of energy, and Harry and Ginny had grown accustomed to his habits, his moods, and—most importantly—his mischief.
Leaving Teddy occupied with a stuffed dragon, Harry got up and walked through the long halls of the house, passing through three or four rooms before finally reaching the front door. He pulled it open and blinked in surprise.
Standing before him was a tall, blonde man—just an inch or two shorter than himself.
“Draco!” Harry said, eyebrows raised. “What a—surprise.”
Draco Malfoy gave a small, sad smile. “Yeah, it’s been a while, hasn’t it? I don’t think we’ve seen each other since graduation.”
He and Harry had been on civil terms after the war—maybe even something close to friendship, though neither of them had ever outright said it. Still, it wasn’t like Draco to drop by unannounced, so Harry couldn't help his initial shock.
“Don’t get me wrong,” he added quickly. “I was just… surprised. Come in.”
He stepped aside, letting Draco enter, and led him through the halls back to the living room.
As Draco followed, he glanced around, taking in the house. “Potter Manor, huh?” he mused. “Not bad.”
Harry huffed a laugh. “Yeah, not bad. It’s still taking some getting used to.”
Draco nodded in understanding, but before he could reply, something in the room caught his attention.
He stopped in his tracks. “You—” He frowned. “I didn’t know you had a baby.”
Harry followed his gaze to Teddy, who had stopped playing and was now staring up at Draco with wide, curious eyes.
“Oh, no,” Harry said quickly. “He’s not ours. This is Teddy Lupin—Remus and Tonks’ son.” His voice softened slightly. “He was living with Andromeda until… well. She passed away a little over a month ago, so we took him in.”
Draco’s expression shifted as he processed that information. “Oh,” he said quietly.
Just then, Ginny stepped out of the library. “Draco!” she greeted warmly.
Draco turned, smiling as he pulled her into a quick hug. “Ginny! Good to see you again.”
“You too,” she said, grinning.
“Sit down before Ginny accuses me of being rude,” Harry said, gesturing toward the sofa.
Draco chuckled and took a seat, still glancing at Teddy, who was very focused on him.
“I’ll go make tea,” Ginny announced, disappearing into the kitchen.
Harry walked over to Teddy’s playpen and scooped him up, settling onto the sofa with the little boy in his lap. Teddy, however, was still fixated on their guest.
Then, to Harry’s amusement, Teddy’s dark curls faded and lightened into a familiar platinum blonde.
Draco’s eyes widened. “Did he just—?”
Harry smirked. “Yeah. He’s a Metamorphmagus, like Tonks. And since he just made his hair look like yours, that means he wants to go to you.”
Draco blinked. “What?”
Harry laughed and held Teddy out toward him. “Go on, take him.”
Draco hesitated, then carefully took Teddy into his arms. Teddy immediately turned to look between Harry and Draco, his little head swiveling back and forth as if comparing the two of them.
Then he stopped, stared straight at Draco, and chirped, “Unnle Dwaco?”
Draco froze.
Harry bit back a grin. “Yup, that’s you. Uncle Draco.”
Draco’s mouth opened slightly. “He—how did he—? He’s barely over a year old!”
“He’s a fast learner,” Harry said proudly. “Especially with names.”
Still looking stunned, Draco glanced down at the tiny child now nestled against him. After a second, a small smile tugged at his lips. “Uncle Draco, huh?”
Teddy let out a giggle as Draco lightly tickled his foot.
By the time Ginny returned with the tea, Draco still hadn’t let go of Teddy.
As they all settled in, they found themselves reminiscing—laughing about their time at Hogwarts, their intense rivalry, and how no one could have ever imagined Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy sitting together in the same living room, drinking tea, while a tiny Metamorphmagus sat happily in Draco’s lap.
“I still don’t understand how this happened,” Draco said, shaking his head as Teddy tried to grab his nose.
Harry just chuckled. “Neither do I. But I think you’ve been adopted.”
Draco snorted. “Well, I suppose there are worse fates.”
And as he gently ruffled Teddy’s soft blonde curls, he found that—surprisingly—he didn’t mind at all.
After a while, Draco finally got up to leave, handing Teddy back to Harry.
“Come by again sometime,” Ginny told him at the door.
Draco glanced at Teddy, who was staring up at him with big, expectant eyes.
“…Yeah,” he said. “I think I will.”
And with that, he stepped outside, disappearing into the night.
Chapter 3: chapter 3
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Harry awoke with a start, his vision blurry—because, of course, he wasn’t wearing his glasses. Before he could even reach for them, he became very aware of soft lips pressing against his.
Well, that was a good way to wake up.
Grinning, he kissed back, rolling Ginny over so he was on top of her. Their lips moved in sync, the warmth of the moment making up for the early morning grogginess. After what felt like ages—but was probably just a few minutes—they finally broke apart, breathless but smiling.
"Happy birthday, Harry," Ginny murmured, her brown eyes twinkling mischievously.
Harry smirked. "So… was that my present?"
"One of them," she replied slyly. Then, with a quick peck on his cheek, she added, "Now get dressed and come downstairs. Oh, and wake Teddy when you come down."
With that, she slipped out of bed and exited the room. Harry heard her footsteps fade as she made her way downstairs.
Shaking his head fondly, he sat up and stretched before reaching for his glasses. He pulled on a simple T-shirt and pants, then attempted—and failed—to tame his eternally messy hair. He had just abandoned his comb with a sigh of defeat when—
CRASH!
The loud sound made his heart leap. Without hesitation, he grabbed his wand and sprinted toward the nursery.
He burst through the door, eyes scanning for danger, only to be met with a surprising sight.
The wooden cot had been overturned completely, lying on its side as if someone had blasted it away. And in the middle of the chaos, standing on wobbly little legs, was a very pleased-looking Teddy, giggling madly.
Harry's jaw dropped. "Walking."
Teddy was walking.
And—realization hit him like a Bludger—he must’ve used accidental magic to tip the cot over and escape.
"Gin! Gin, come here quickly!" he shouted, excitement making his voice louder than necessary.
Within seconds, Ginny came running, wand raised, ready to hex whatever—or whoever—had caused the commotion. But as soon as she took in the scene, she gasped and lowered her wand.
"Oh my goodness!" she squealed. "Teddy, dear, be careful!"
Just as she spoke, Teddy stumbled forward and landed on his hands and knees with a soft plop! Instead of crying, he let out a delighted giggle, looking up at them like he'd just done the most brilliant thing in the world.
Ginny rushed over and scooped him up, pressing a kiss to his chubby little cheek. Harry ruffled his hair proudly as they all made their way out of the nursery.
"I reckon this is the best birthday present ever," he said, sighing happily.
Ginny laughed, handing Teddy over to him. "You are easy to please, Potter," she teased. "Now, let's get some breakfast."
Downstairs in the kitchen, Harry settled into one of the four chairs at their small dining table, placing Teddy securely in his highchair.
"So," he said, stretching lazily, "where are my presents?"
Ginny, who was busy buttering slices of bread, shot him a playful look. "Patience, Potter," she said in a mock-serious tone.
Harry pouted but brightened when she placed a plate in front of him—grilled cheese sandwiches with a glass of fresh orange juice. His absolute favorite.
"You do know me well, don’t you, Gin?" he said, grinning as he picked up a sandwich.
Ginny just smiled as she sat down with a small bowl of porridge for Teddy. "Alright, love, open up for me," she cooed, attempting to guide a spoonful of porridge into Teddy’s mouth.
But Teddy, ever the little troublemaker, clamped his lips shut and turned his head away dramatically.
Harry chuckled. "Watch this."
He grabbed the spoon from Ginny, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, and made a show of shoving it into his own mouth. He exaggerated a pleased hum, eyes closing as he declared, "Mmmmm, delicious!"
Teddy’s eyes narrowed.
A second later, he snatched the spoon from Harry, aggressively scooped up some porridge, shoved it into his own mouth, and mumbled through a full mouth, "Mine!"
Ginny laughed. "Thanks, Harry," she said, shaking her head as she took over feeding their very determined godson.
By the time breakfast was done, Teddy’s face was completely covered in porridge. Harry snorted at the mess, but Ginny simply flicked her wand, and with a small pop, Teddy’s face was spotless again.
"Magic is handy," Harry admitted.
Ginny smirked. "You could learn a few household spells yourself, you know."
Harry grinned. "Why? I have you."
She playfully swatted his arm. "Cheeky prat."
Harry just laughed, reaching over to ruffle Teddy’s soft hair. "Best birthday ever," he murmured again, watching as the little boy yawned and snuggled into his highchair.
And honestly? He meant it.
"Alright, now go get ready. We leave in an hour," Ginny instructed, hands on her hips as she looked at Harry expectantly.
"Wait, where are we going?" Harry asked, bewildered.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "To The Burrow, you idiot. We’re celebrating your birthday. Everyone will be there," she said with an exasperated but affectionate look.
Harry blinked. "Everyone?"
"Yes! And we’re staying for the whole week because we’ve got a lot to celebrate." She began counting on her fingers. "Tomorrow is Bill and Fleur’s second wedding anniversary, two days after that is Percy and Audrey’s first anniversary, and the day after that is Fred and Angelina’s and George and Alicia’s first anniversaries."
Harry let out a low whistle. "Blimey. That’s a lot of love in one week."
Ginny wasn’t finished. "Oh, and the day after that is Charlie and Lilian’s first wedding anniversary. So, yeah, we’ll be staying a while. I’ll pack everything—we’ll need clothes for the week. You just get Teddy and yourself ready."
With that, she spun on her heel and headed towards the bedroom to start packing.
An hour later, they stood beside the fireplace in the living room, ready to leave. Harry held three backpacks—one slung over each shoulder and another in his hand—while Ginny held Teddy securely against her hip.
"Alright, you go first with Teddy," Harry said, waving his wand in practiced movements, casting security charms around their home. "I’ll follow with the bags once everything’s locked up."
Ginny nodded, tightening her hold on Teddy as she grabbed a handful of Floo powder. Stepping into the flames, she called out clearly, "The Burrow!" and disappeared in a swirl of green fire.
A minute or two later, Harry followed, stumbling slightly as he landed in The Burrow’s warm, familiar living room. His glasses were slightly askew, and before he could even adjust them, he was engulfed in a tight, bone-crushing hug.
"Oh, Harry, dear! How are you? Happy birthday!" Molly Weasley beamed, squeezing him tightly before letting go.
Harry laughed, straightening his glasses just in time to see Ginny being greeted with the same enthusiastic hug. "It’s great to see you too, Molly," he said warmly.
Arthur Weasley stepped forward, shaking Harry’s hand. "Happy birthday, son!"
"Thanks, Arthur," Harry replied with a grin.
Molly, meanwhile, had turned her attention to Teddy, who was watching her curiously from Ginny’s arms. As soon as he saw her, his hair shifted into the Weasley signature red, making her gasp.
"Oh, aren’t you a clever little thing!" she cooed, tickling his chubby cheeks.
Teddy giggled, reaching out towards her, and she happily took him from Ginny’s arms, bouncing him gently.
About half an hour later, the fireplace flared to life again, and Hermione stepped out, brushing soot off her robes.
"Happy birthday, Harry!" she said, pulling him into a warm hug.
"Thanks, Hermione," he said, just as Ron stumbled out of the fireplace behind her, dusting off his sleeves.
While Hermione went to greet Ginny and Molly, Harry turned to Ron, shaking his hand. "How’re you doing, mate? Last I heard, you were planning to propose to Hermione during a picnic."
Ron grinned as they made their way to the sitting room. "I did, and guess what? She said yes!"
As they entered the living room, Hermione was already cooing over Teddy, who was playing with her curls.
"Shall we tell them, Hermione?" Ron asked, nudging her playfully.
"Oh, yes!" She turned, eyes shining.
"Tell us what, dear?" Molly asked, pausing mid-step.
Hermione beamed. "Ron and I are… engaged!"
For a moment, the room was silent. Then—
"That’s amazing!" Ginny squealed, leaping up to hug her brother.
Molly clapped her hands together, tearing up. "Oh, my dears!" she sniffled, before pulling both Ron and Hermione into a tight hug.
Arthur patted Ron on the back. "Well done, son. She’s a keeper."
Fred, who had just arrived with Angelina, snickered. "Yeah, we always knew she was the smart one. Took you long enough to figure it out."
Laughter rang through the room as the celebrations continued.
As the day passed, the rest of the Weasley brothers arrived one by one with their families. By evening, The Burrow was bursting with people, laughter, and chatter.
The men were tasked with setting up tables outside, while Harry found himself wrangling four little ones, keeping them entertained as they played. He didn’t mind one bit.
That night, Molly brought out an enormous cake, the words Happy Birthday, Harry written in flowing icing.
"You really didn’t have to, Molly," Harry said sincerely, touched.
"Oh, it was nothing, dear," she said with a warm smile, brushing off his gratitude as if baking a giant cake for him was as simple as boiling tea.
They all gathered around, singing loudly and off-key, and when Harry blew out the candles, he couldn’t help but feel overwhelmingly grateful for the family he had gained.
The rest of the week passed in a blur of celebrations, laughter, and warmth.
If anyone went looking for Harry, there was a 99.9% chance they’d find him with the kids. Whether it was carrying them, playing hide-and-seek, or making funny faces to stop their crying, he was always there—sometimes even before their own parents. The kids adored him just the same.
By the end of the week, it was time to go home.
As they stood in the living room, saying their goodbyes, Harry turned to Molly with a heartfelt smile. "Our stay was wonderful, Molly. I especially enjoyed the food. Ginny’s a great cook, but your food has a special kind of taste."
Molly’s face lit up, clearly pleased. "Oh, Harry, dear, it was nothing!" she said, brushing off the compliment—but she was smiling ear to ear.
With final hugs and well wishes, Harry, Ginny, and Teddy stepped into the fireplace, ready to return home—hearts full, stomachs fuller, and memories made to last a lifetime.
Chapter 4: chapter 4
Notes:
Sorry this and the next chapter wont have much about Teddy.
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Something was up with Harry.
Ginny wasn’t sure what it was, but he had been acting strangely cautious around her lately. He wasn’t spending as much time with Teddy as usual, and he seemed... distracted. It was odd, but she decided not to press him about it.
Besides, tomorrow was her birthday, and she knew Harry was planning something. His ability to lie was terrible, and she could see right through his attempts to act normal. Whatever it was, she couldn’t wait to find out.
The next morning, Ginny woke up to find a small red box tied with a shimmering golden bow resting beside her on the bed. A tag hanging from the ribbon read Ginny in Harry’s handwriting.
Her heart skipped a beat. Evidently, Harry had woken up earlier than she had and left this for her.
She sat up, pulling the box onto her lap. With a light tug, the bow slipped off, and she lifted the lid. Inside, instead of a gift, there was a folded note. She picked it up, her fingers trembling slightly as she unfolded the parchment.
Ginny,
I love you, more than I ever thought I could love anyone, and here’s just a few reasons why:
I love the fire in your spirit, the way you never let the world tell you who to be.
I love your brilliant brown eyes, warm and fierce all at once, like a safe place and an adventure rolled into one.
I love that you chased your dream and are becoming the best Chaser the Harpies have ever seen.
I love how you stand up for what’s right—whether it's against a Death Eater or a pushy reporter in Diagon Alley.
I love the way you make our house feel like a home.
I love the way you can make me laugh even when I don’t want to.
I love how you take care of Teddy like he’s already yours.
I love that you see me as just Harry—not the Chosen One, not the Boy Who Lived, just the idiot who’s madly in love with you.
And because I love you, I only have one question left to ask...
Marry me?
Ginny gasped, her breath catching in her throat. Her hands tightened around the note as she scrambled out of bed and ran to the kitchen, where she was sure Harry would be.
She wasn’t disappointed.
Harry was standing by the stove, flipping a pancake when he turned and saw her. Without saying a word, he pulled a small velvet box from his pocket, then knelt—right there in front of the stove, the pancake still sizzling in the pan.
His green eyes locked onto hers, soft but steady. "Marry me, Ginny?" he asked quietly, his voice full of love.
Slowly, he opened the box, revealing a simple but beautiful ring—a gold band with small diamonds encircling a deep red ruby, giving the illusion of a sparkling eye.
Tears welled in Ginny’s eyes, and she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes."
Harry beamed, slipping the ring onto her finger, his smile the biggest she had ever seen. He opened his mouth to say something—
"I lo—"
But Ginny didn’t let him finish. She threw herself at him, kissing him with everything she had.
They only pulled apart when a cry sounded from upstairs. Ginny, still breathless, laughed and ran to check on Teddy, leaving Harry grinning after her.
Later that day, they headed to The Burrow, as Ginny’s family wouldn’t dream of missing her birthday. And Ron, despite being engaged himself, especially wouldn’t miss a chance to get a blow-by-blow account of Harry’s proposal.
Harry had kept the proposal a complete secret, telling only Ron—mostly out of fear that someone else might spill and ruin the surprise.
The moment they arrived at The Burrow, the entire Weasley clan was waiting for them. Ginny was instantly engulfed in warm hugs and cheerful birthday wishes. Meanwhile, Harry set Teddy down with the other kids, who immediately climbed all over him.
All the adults were gathered in the living room—relaxed, chatting, probably enjoying the fact that their limbs weren’t being climbed on. Harry, however, had not been so lucky. He’d been kidnapped by a determined squad of tiny humans and dragged into the guest room like a very important hostage.
At the front of the pint-sized parade was Victoire, age three, clearly the ringleader and already showing signs of inheriting Fleur’s commanding presence. Right beside her was Teddy, also three, who looked entirely too pleased to have Harry at their mercy. They were followed by two-year-old Molly (Percy’s daughter) and Bilius (Charlie’s), each clinging to his legs with surprising strength. Bringing up the rear were a squadron of one-year-olds: Eliza (Charlie’s), Lucy (Percy’s), Roxanne (George’s), and Maisie (Fred’s), all toddling after him like baby ducklings with sticky fingers and zero regard for personal space.
Dominique, thankfully, was still an infant and safely tucked away with Fleur. One day she’d join the chaos—but for now, Harry could only pray for reinforcements.
Still, as he let himself be pulled to the floor and handed a very serious-looking toy wand by Teddy, Harry couldn’t help but smile. Chaos and all, he wouldn’t trade this for anything.
Ginny barely had time to sit before Hermione suddenly gasped, her eyes widening. "Ginny! Is that an engagement ring?!"
Ginny turned bright red. "Oh—um—yes. Harry proposed this morning," she admitted, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Oh, dear," Fred drawled, smirking. "You are going to tell us every single detail, right?"
Lilian grinned, eyes glinting. "Harry’s in the guest room with the kids—so we have time. Start talking."
Ginny sighed, but she couldn’t keep the smile off her face as she recounted the morning’s events. Of course, she conveniently skipped over the kiss—her brothers didn’t need to hear that part.
Lunch was a lively affair, filled with laughter and the occasional interruption from one of the many toddlers at the table.
As they ate, Ginny turned to Harry. "Have you thought about a wedding date?"
Harry blinked. "Uh—what?"
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Ron and Hermione’s wedding is on September 3rd. I was thinking we could have ours right after—maybe the 6th or 7th?"
Harry hesitated. "That’s barely a month away, Gin. That’s not a lot of time to plan."
Ginny grinned. "I love a challenge."
Harry chuckled, shaking his head. "Alright, if you’re sure."
She leaned in, kissing his cheek. "I am."
And from the look in her eyes, Harry had no doubt.
Chapter 5: chapter 5
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Today was the big day—Ron and Hermione’s wedding.
The past month had been a whirlwind of preparations, with the Weasley women at the heart of it all, cooking, decorating, and making sure everything went smoothly. Somehow, in the chaos of planning two weddings back to back, everything had fallen into place.
Ginny was the maid of honor today, and in just two days, Hermione would return the favor at her wedding.
Right now, all the women were gathered in one of the bedrooms, putting the finishing touches on their dresses, hair, and makeup—except for Mrs. Weasley, who was still fussing over last-minute details.
Ginny stood behind Hermione, carefully weaving her curls into an elegant updo. Across the room, Fleur was deeply focused on Hermione’s makeup, her expression one of pure concentration.
"You’re lucky she’s doing your makeup, Hermione," Audrey said teasingly as she adjusted her own dress. "I still don’t know how she made me look this good at my wedding."
Fleur tossed her hair over her shoulder, smiling. "Eet eez a talent," she said breezily, dabbing a final touch of blush onto Hermione’s cheek.
From the hall, Mrs. Weasley’s voice drifted in, still giving orders. "Arthur, please check on the food! And Bill—"
Fleur let out a soft laugh. "She eez handling zis much better than our wedding. She was a right state back then."
Ginny snorted. "She wasn’t so bad at ours," Audrey said.
"Yeah, right!" Ginny scoffed. "I had to polish the silverware three times for Fleur’s wedding and twice for yours! I’m still having nightmares about it."
The room erupted into laughter, though Hermione remained unusually quiet. Ginny glanced at her reflection in the mirror, noticing the tension in her friend’s shoulders.
"Hey, relax," she said gently, resting a hand on Hermione’s shoulder. "It’s going to be perfect. You and Ron belong together. And I promise, the moment you walk down that aisle, you won’t even remember why you were nervous."
Hermione exhaled slowly, giving Ginny a small smile. "You’re right. I just—I want everything to go well."
"It will," Ginny assured her. "Now, take one last look. You’re stunning."
With one final check of their hair, dresses, and makeup, the women stepped out of the room, ready for the ceremony to begin.
The ceremony itself was beautiful.
Hermione practically floated down the aisle, her nerves melting away the moment she locked eyes with Ron. He looked at her like she was the only person in the world, and by the time they exchanged vows, there wasn’t a dry eye in the crowd—except for George, who loudly declared he had just gotten something in his eye, thank you very much.
Then came the dancing, the laughter, and the warmth of family and friends. The Burrow was alive with music, fairy lights twinkling in the garden as people twirled and spun beneath the stars.
And then, it was time for the speeches.
Ron stood, tapping his glass. "Alright, alright, settle down. I know no one wants to stop dancing, but we’ve got a few speeches to get through before I can officially let Dad embarrass himself on the dance floor."
Laughter rippled through the crowd, and Mr. Weasley huffed good-naturedly.
One by one, the speakers stood—Mr. Granger, Ginny, Mr. Weasley—each sharing stories and heartfelt words about the newlyweds. Then, it was Ron’s turn.
He cleared his throat, looking down at his notes for half a second before abandoning them entirely.
"Right, so, speeches. Never thought I’d be giving one at my own wedding—Hermione, you’re actually sure about this, yeah?"
Laughter rang through the crowd, Hermione shaking her head fondly.
"But honestly," Ron continued, more sincerely this time, "I don’t know how I got so lucky. Hermione is the best thing that ever happened to me—besides my mum’s cooking, of course—"
"RONALD!" Mrs. Weasley scolded, though her eyes were shining.
He grinned before turning back to Hermione, his voice softening. "You make me better, ‘Mione. You always have. And I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life proving to you that you made the right choice."
There was a collective "Aww," followed by a smattering of cheers as Ron leaned over and kissed Hermione’s cheek.
Then, he straightened up and smirked. "Alright, enough of that—let’s get to the one we’ve all been waiting for. My best man, my best friend—Harry Potter."
Harry groaned from his seat, looking as pale as a ghost.
"I know he hates giving speeches," Ron continued, grinning wickedly. "And he looks as sick as a skrewt over there—but he still agreed to do it. Because that’s the kind of person he is."
Harry sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"Just a word of warning, mate," Ron added, his grin widening. "Your wedding is in two days, which means I have a very good chance for revenge. And don’t forget Hermione’s birds."
At that, Harry, Ron, and Hermione snickered—the only three in the room who truly understood what that meant.
Ginny leaned closer to Hermione and whispered, "What does that mean?"
Hermione smirked. "Oh, you’ll see."
And with that, Harry reluctantly rose to his feet, preparing to give his speech—one he knew he’d never live down.
Harry stood up, feeling a wave of nerves crash over him. He glanced down at his notes, sighed, and promptly tossed them over his shoulder.
Laughter rippled through the crowd.
"Now, you’re probably wondering why I just threw away my notes right before making a speech," Harry said. "It’s simple—no notes could possibly do justice to talking about two of the greatest people I know."
He paused, then grinned.
"I’ve heard that it’s good manners to start a best man speech by saying how surprised and honored I am to be standing here today. Well, honored—yes. Surprised? Not in the slightest. Let’s be honest—I’m marrying the groom’s sister in two days, and he’s my best man, which means he’s going to have plenty of opportunities for revenge."
A loud cheer went up as Fred and George wolf-whistled.
"I was trying to make this speech short and sweet," Harry continued, shaking his head, "but I found that I couldn’t. So, you’re all in for a long night. As for the sweet part—maybe when I talk about Hermione. But if you’re expecting me to be sweet about Ron, forget it."
More laughter. Ron rolled his eyes but grinned.
"Ron and I have been inseparable from the start. I’ll never forget the funny little redhead who asked to sit in my compartment on the Hogwarts Express, soot on his nose, and a sandwich in his hand. Or the bossy little girl with bushy brown hair who burst in later, not to introduce herself, but to inform Ron that he had dirt on his face."
Neville chuckled, and people nudged each other, clearly remembering the story.
"If someone had told me back then that these two would end up married, I’d have said they were either drunk or had hit their head. Because, let’s be honest, they argued a lot."
The audience laughed knowingly.
"To be fair," Harry added, smirking at Hermione, "Ron and I weren’t exactly her biggest fans in the beginning. She was very bossy. And we may have been a bit—uh—unkind about it."
Harry put on an exaggeratedly apologetic face, and the crowd burst into laughter again.
"But then, one day, we knocked out a twelve-foot mountain troll together and became best friends. Mostly because Hermione lied for us to Professor McGonagall."
Harry turned to McGonagall, grinning. "Sorry, Professor, but I’m pretty sure you can’t give us detention for that now."
McGonagall shook her head, amused. "I always knew Hermione was too sensible to go looking for a troll."
Another round of laughter.
"Anyway," Harry went on, "then came my second year, where I met the absolutely gorgeous Ginny Weasley, but we’re not getting into that—"
Ginny snorted, shaking her head as people whistled and clapped.
"In our third year, someone accused someone else’s cat of eating their convict-in-disguise rat. I’ll let you work out who that was."
More laughter, especially from the Gryffindor table.
"In fourth year, Ron finally realized that Hermione was, in fact, a girl."
The room exploded with laughter. Ron groaned, covering his face.
"And Hermione started going out with Viktor Krum, which completely destroyed Ron. And mate, don’t even pretend you weren’t jealous."
Ron muttered something under his breath as Hermione smirked, and the laughter only grew.
"In our fifth year, Hermione told Ron he had the emotional range of a teaspoon—something we can all agree on. Oh, and we also created an illegal defense society known as Dumbledore’s Army. Minor detail."
More laughter, followed by a few proud cheers.
"In sixth year, Ron started dating Lavender Brown—"
Lavender gave Hermione an apologetic smile, which Hermione returned with an equally warm nod.
"And Hermione, don’t pretend you weren’t jealous."
Hermione’s face went pink as the room roared with laughter.
"In what should have been our seventh year, the three of us went on the run, and Ron and Hermione stuck with me through everything. I was even present for their first kiss. And if they’ve altered the story to make it sound romantic, let me set the record straight—it wasn’t."
Ron cut in immediately. "It was way more romantic than yours, mate. Just wait until your wedding."
Harry ignored him. "Basically, Ron said something supportive about Hermione’s society for the promotion of house-elf welfare—probably in an effort to keep them from getting in the way of the war—and Hermione kissed him. Mind you, both of their arms were full of basilisk fangs at the time."
The crowd snickered at this.
"But enough with the history lesson," Harry said, smiling warmly at Ron and Hermione. "You two took way too long to get together and drove the rest of us mad with all your arguments. Seriously, even this morning they were bickering.
"Ron was struggling with his shoelaces because his shoes were a little tight, so he muttered ‘Bloody hell,’ and from the next room Hermione immediately called out, ‘Language, Ronald.’
"And that," Harry said, raising his glass, "is the perfect summary of their relationship."
Laughter and applause filled the room.
"Ron, Hermione—thank you. For everything. You’ve been there for me when I needed you most, and I know you’ll always be there for each other the same way."
Then, turning to Ron with a smirk, he added, "But mate, just so we're clear—if you ever do anything to make her cry, you'll have me to deal with."
The room erupted in laughter, Ron rolled his eyes, and Hermione shook her head fondly.
"So, here’s to the bride and groom—Ron and Hermione!"
The entire room lifted their glasses, echoing his words.
"To Ron and Hermione!"
Harry lifted his glass, and the entire room joined in, echoing his words.
"To Ron and Hermione!"
As the cheers rang through the hall, the music started back up, and people returned to dancing. But Harry and Ginny slipped away, heading straight for the Burrow.
Tonight was close to a full moon, and Harry needed to check on Teddy. But when they arrived, they found him playing happily with the other children, giggling without a care in the world.
Seeing him safe and happy, Harry let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. He felt Ginny’s fingers intertwine with his, and as they stood there watching Teddy play, he knew—despite all the chaos and all the history behind them—everything was exactly as it was meant to be.
Chapter 6: chapter 6
Notes:
Sorry if there are any typos. Also i am neither british nor american and english is not my native language so it'll be a mix of both british and american english.
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The Burrow’s garden had never looked so beautiful. Twinkling fairy lights floated above, illuminating the warm, golden hues of the sunset. Rows of chairs were set up under an archway covered in deep red roses and white lilies. The scent of fresh flowers and the delicious feast waiting inside mixed with the evening breeze, making the entire place feel like a dream.
Ginny stood in front of the mirror in her childhood bedroom, taking a deep breath. Her dress was simple yet stunning—soft, flowing white fabric with delicate lace detailing along the sleeves. Her fiery hair was twisted into an elegant updo, with tiny pearls woven through it, courtesy of Fleur’s expert hands. Hermione adjusted her veil with a proud smile.
"You look incredible, Gin," Hermione whispered.
"Yeah," Ginny breathed, smoothing down her dress. "I just... I can’t believe it’s actually happening."
"Well, you’d better believe it, because Harry’s already outside looking like he might pass out," Luna added dreamily.
Ginny laughed, nerves bubbling in her stomach. "Better not keep him waiting, then."
Downstairs, the music started, and she took her father’s arm. As she stepped into the garden, all eyes turned to her, but she only saw one person—Harry. He stood at the altar in dress robes, looking completely awestruck. His green eyes locked onto hers, filled with pure love and admiration.
As Ginny reached him, her father gave her hand to Harry, squeezing his shoulder before stepping back.
"You look..." Harry started, then stopped, shaking his head. "There aren’t even words."
Ginny smiled up at him. "Then don’t say anything," she whispered, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.
The ceremony was beautiful, filled with quiet laughter and heartfelt vows. When Kingsley Shacklebolt, officiating as Minister for Magic, finally said, "You may kiss the bride," Harry didn’t hesitate. He pulled Ginny into his arms, pressing a kiss to her lips as the entire garden erupted into cheers.
The Reception
The Burrow’s backyard was now alive with celebration—people laughing, clinking glasses, and dancing under a sky filled with floating lanterns. Teddy sat happily on Harry’s shoulders, giggling as he ruffled his godfather’s hair. The food, courtesy of Mrs. Weasley and an army of helpful hands, was the best anyone had ever tasted.
As the night went on, it was time for the speeches. Mr. Weasley went first, followed by Hermione, who got a little teary-eyed, and then it was Ron’s turn. He stood up with a smirk, clearing his throat dramatically.
"Harry has always felt like a brother to me. Dare I say my favorite one?" He grinned as Fred and George let out loud wolf whistles. "Well, skiving off that—Harry really insulted us two days ago during my wedding speech. Now it’s my turn."
The crowd laughed, and Harry groaned good-naturedly.
"Though, I’ll go easy on Ginny because I don’t want to end up on the receiving end of her bat-bogey hex."
Dudley, sitting near the back, looked thoroughly confused.
"So, first year—Ginny was obsessed with Harry. She begged Mum to let her go see him at the train station after she heard about him from Fred and George. Second year—still obsessed. She even sent him a singing Valentine, which really embarrassed poor Harry in front of everyone."
Fred and George jumped up, unable to resist. In perfect unison, they belted out:
"His eyes are as green as a fresh-pickled toad,
His hair is as dark as a blackboard,
I wish he were mine, he’s really divine,
The hero who conquered the Dark Lord!"
The entire crowd roared with laughter, Ginny’s face turned the same color as her hair, and Harry buried his face in his hands.
"I hate you all," Ginny muttered, but she was laughing too.
Ron continued smugly, "Alright, back to my speech, which I was forced to give. Third year, nothing much changed. Fourth year—Ginny actually had the chance to go to the Yule Ball with Harry, but unfortunately for him, she was already going with Neville."
Neville, sitting beside Luna, slipped his arm around her with a proud grin.
"Fifth year—Ginny decided to stop waiting around for Harry to notice her and just started being herself. But poor bloke had only eyes for one girl—" Ron smirked. "Not naming any names here."
Hermione shot him a glare, while Harry looked like he wanted to disappear.
"In our sixth year, Harry finally realized he liked Ginny. But he thought he was being subtle. Spoiler alert—he wasn’t. You’d notice too if your best friend kept getting hit by Bludgers because he couldn’t stop staring at your sister during Quidditch practice. Naturally, he kissed her right after we won the Quidditch final. But he was immediately banned from enjoying it, stuck in detention by none other than our lovely Professor Snape."
At this, McGonagall raised an eyebrow. "I would tell you to show some respect, Mr. Weasley, but frankly, I can’t say I disagree."
Laughter rang through the crowd.
"Anyway," Ron continued, "I was really hoping they wouldn’t break up, because having to give Harry the talk would’ve been so awkward. But they did break up—though, since it was to protect her, I let it slide. After Voldemort was defeated, they got back together, and let’s be real—none of us were surprised."
Ron glanced at Harry and Ginny, his tone turning more serious. "Harry, you’ve been my best mate since we were eleven. You’re family. And Ginny, you’ve been terrorizing me since the day you could talk, so I suppose you’re alright, too." Ginny rolled her eyes with a smirk.
"You two are already amazing together. You’ve taken Teddy in and been the best parent figures he could ask for. You’re going to have a lifetime of adventure, love, and, knowing you two, a lot of Quidditch. So here’s to my best friend and my sister—"
Ron lifted his glass, but then paused, smirking devilishly.
"Oh, and one last thing, Harry—" He took a dramatic pause. "You break her heart... you’ll wish you were facing Voldemort again."
The entire room erupted into cheers and laughter, Ginny looked smug, and Harry just shook his head with an affectionate grin.
"To Harry and Ginny!" Ron finished, and the crowd echoed him, glasses raised high.
As the night carried on, Harry found Ginny again, wrapping his arms around her waist as they swayed on the dance floor. "So, Mrs. Potter," he murmured.
"Yes, Mr. Potter?" she teased, tilting her head up.
"Think your brothers will ever let us live that speech down?"
"Not a chance." She smirked. "But it was worth it."
Harry grinned and kissed her, holding her close as they danced under the stars, surrounded by family, love, and the promise of forever.
Chapter 7: chapter 7
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"Can we go get ice cream, Da—Harry?"
A four-year-old Teddy jumped excitedly toward Harry, who was making himself a cup of coffee in the kitchen.
Harry glanced at the clock and smirked. "Sure, Teddy Bear. Go grab your jacket."
Five minutes later, they were standing outside Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour. The sweet aroma of freshly made waffle cones filled the air as Teddy bounced on his toes, eyes wide with excitement.
"Now," Harry crouched down to Teddy’s level, lowering his voice conspiratorially, "don’t tell Ginny we got ice cream again today, or she’ll kill me."
Teddy nodded absentmindedly, far too focused on the display of flavors in front of him.
Harry ordered a chocolate and vanilla cookie cone for Teddy and a simple vanilla cone for himself. They enjoyed their treat before apparating back to the manor, where Teddy ran straight to his room.
Lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, Teddy’s thoughts whirled.
"I was just about to call Harry 'Dad'... But doesn’t he do everything a dad does? He takes me out for ice cream, remembers my favorite flavors, plays Quidditch with me... And doesn’t Ginny do everything a mum does? She cooks delicious food and tucks me into bed...
Can I call them Mum and Dad? But then… what if my real parents are angry with me? What if they think I’m replacing them?"
His heavy eyelids eventually closed, and he drifted into sleep.
Teddy found himself by a beautiful lake, nestled under the shade of a great oak tree. The sunlight shimmered on the water’s surface, casting golden ripples across the shore. He was resting his head on his mother’s lap, her fingers gently stroking his hair, while his father sat beside them, tickling his feet. Teddy’s laughter echoed through the peaceful scene.
But then, Remus suddenly turned serious.
"Teddy," he said in a firm yet gentle voice, "we need to talk."
Teddy looked up, his stomach twisting nervously.
"You think we’re mad at you for wanting to call Harry and Ginny 'Dad' and 'Mum'?"
"Oh, baby," Tonks murmured, wrapping him in a hug. "Why would we ever be mad at you for something like that?"
Remus reached for Teddy’s small hands, squeezing them reassuringly. "We made Harry your godfather for a reason, love. We chose him to be there for you when we couldn’t. And we know—without a doubt—that he and Ginny will never try to replace us. And neither will you."
Tonks smiled warmly. "Ginny’s a great mum to you, Teddy. She’s always been wonderful."
"So… you don’t mind?" Teddy asked hesitantly.
"Of course not," Remus said, ruffling his son’s hair.
Teddy felt a wave of relief wash over him. He snuggled closer to his mother, closing his eyes as he whispered, "Thank you…"
Teddy woke up with a start. He lay there for a moment, the dream still fresh in his mind. Then, making up his mind, he jumped out of bed and ran downstairs.
Harry was sitting on the sofa, reading, when Teddy ran up and thrust a book into his hands.
"Read me a story, Dad."
Harry froze. He looked at Teddy in mild surprise, blinking as though he hadn’t heard him correctly.
"What…?"
Teddy suddenly felt uncertain. "N-Never mind," he mumbled, trying to slip away.
But Harry wasn’t having it.
"Not 'never mind,'" he said, his voice gentle but firm. He set the book down and turned Teddy to face him. "What did you just call me?"
Teddy bit his lip, then blurted, "Dad said I could call you Dad because he and Mum aren’t here anymore. And you won’t replace him. And Mum said I could call Ginny 'Mum'… So… can I?"
Harry stared at him, stunned.
Teddy mistook his silence for something else. His face crumpled, and his voice wavered. "I-I’m sorry!" he choked out, turning to run.
But before he could take a single step, Harry scooped him up and hugged him tightly.
"Teddy Bear—" Harry’s voice was thick with emotion. "I’m not angry. I could never be angry at you." He pulled back just enough to look Teddy in the eyes. "And you know what? It would be an honor to be your dad."
Teddy sniffled. "R-Really?"
"Really," Harry said firmly, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.
At that moment, Ginny walked in, her brows furrowing. "I thought I heard someone running up the stairs. How many times have I told you two not to run—" She paused when she saw Teddy’s red-rimmed eyes. Her face softened. "Teddy, darling, were you crying? Are you hurt?"
She barely had time to finish before Teddy turned and threw his arms around her.
"Can I call you Mum?"
Ginny froze, her lips parting slightly in shock. Then, in an instant, she swept him up in a fierce hug. "Oh, sweetheart," she whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead, "of course you can."
Harry, feeling slightly left out, leaned over and wrapped his arms around them both.
"Hey," he grinned, "group hug."
Teddy giggled, his little arms tightening around both of them.
Chapter 8: chapter 8
Notes:
Hey guys ! Its been forever since I last updated but I've been so busy with school 😅. Anyways, I sat down today and was like "I have to write a new chapter." I did write but it got so long I had to split it. Well, I hope you enjoy !
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Ginny woke suddenly. The room was completely dark. She lit her wand just slightly and glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was five in the morning. She hadn’t woken this early since the Battle of Hogwarts.
Careful not to disturb Harry, she slipped out of bed and pulled on her robe. As she headed downstairs, she paused by Teddy’s room, her heart swelling with love for the four-year-old. It had only been three or four months since she and Harry had gotten married.
A soft smile tugged at her lips as she looked down at the two rings in her hand—one a simple wedding band engraved with the word, "Always." It had been a lucky surprise: Ginny had chosen the engraving “With you, in life and death,” while Harry had chosen “Always.” Together, they formed a message—“Always with you, in life and death.”
In the kitchen, she opened the fridge and pulled out a tin of pickles. The craving hit her out of nowhere. She stared at the tin for a second, confused. Pickles? She hated pickles.
Harry woke up slowly, his already unruly hair sticking out in every direction—worse than usual, if that were even possible. He ran a hand through it, only making it messier, then trudged to the washroom to freshen up.
On his way downstairs, he gently peeked into Teddy’s room and gave the boy a soft nudge. Teddy stirred, blinking sleepily up at him. Together, the two made their way down to the kitchen, Harry stifling a yawn as he walked, and Teddy dragging his favorite stuffed wolf behind him.
Ginny turned from the stove just in time to see them enter—Harry looking like he’d just wrestled with a blanket (and lost), and Teddy shuffling in behind him, still half-asleep, his black hair just as wild as Harry’s and his green eyes barely open.
The kitchen was warm, filled with the smell of eggs and toast. Plates and utensils were spread across the table, along with Ginny’s familiar organized chaos of cooking. Harry blinked at it all blearily, still waking up. He lifted Teddy into a chair, then dropped into one beside him.
“How long—yawn—have you been up for?” he asked, rubbing his eyes.
Ginny laughed softly as she placed omelette sandwiches on both of their plates. “Since five-ten something.”
Harry’s eyes flew open, suddenly very awake. “Five? You never wake up earlier than eight!”
Ginny shrugged casually, turning back to the counter. “Guess I was just... restless.”
She didn’t say more, and Harry didn’t push. He shifted Teddy, who had promptly fallen asleep again with his cheek squished against the edge of the table. With practiced ease, Harry scooped him onto his lap so he wouldn’t topple over.
Ginny set down her own plate next—an omelette sandwich loaded with pickles—and a mug of strong black coffee. She handed Harry his usual foamy cup just the way he liked it. Harry reached for it gratefully but paused as he noticed her plate.
He stared. “Wait... what?”
Ginny glanced up, already on the defensive. “What?”
He pointed. “You’re eating pickles. And drinking black coffee. You hate both. Like, passionately.”
She hesitated for half a second, then defiantly took a bite of her sandwich. “Tastes good today.”
Harry raised an eyebrow, amused. “Are you sure you’re my wife and not some Polyjuiced imposter?”
Before Ginny could retort, Teddy began to stir again, nose in the air, sniffing toward the sandwich in front of him—one of his favorite breakfasts. Harry and Ginny both laughed as he perked up, still bleary-eyed but determined. Teddy scooted back into his own seat and grabbed his sandwich with tiny hands.
Harry chuckled and reached for the newspaper, flipping it open as he sipped his coffee. “This day just keeps getting weirder.”
Ginny smirked. “Get used to it, Potter. You married a Weasley.”
Harry shook his head, fighting a smile as he turned the page of the Daily Prophet. “Noooo! The Cannons lost again!” he groaned dramatically.
Teddy, ever the loyal sidekick, groaned with him from his chair, burying his face in his tiny hands.
Ginny burst out laughing. Everyone knew you didn’t mess with Weasley boys and Quidditch—especially when it came to the Chudley Cannons. Their loyalty to that hopeless team was as fierce as it was irrational.
Shaking her head with a smile, Ginny finished her breakfast and leaned over to place more sandwiches on Harry and Teddy’s plates. The two of them immediately dove in, wolfing down the food like they hadn’t eaten in days.
As Ginny turned to the sink with her empty plate, something shifted in her stomach—an unexpected, twisting wave of nausea that made her freeze. Her hands trembled slightly as she set her dish in the sink... and then the wave hit harder.
There was a loud clatter of plates as she dropped them, barely registering the sound before bolting from the kitchen.
“Ginny?” Harry called, already halfway out of his chair. He rushed after her, heart pounding, with Teddy close behind, toddling down the hallway with wide, worried eyes.
Harry skidded to a stop at the bathroom door, eyes widening. Ginny was hunched over the sink, violently throwing up her entire breakfast. He stepped forward without hesitation, rubbing her back in slow, soothing circles.
Teddy stopped at the doorway, clutching the frame with his little hands. His eyes were round and silent, not fully understanding but knowing something wasn’t right.
After a minute that felt much longer, Ginny finally finished heaving. She rinsed her mouth with shaking hands and straightened slowly, her face pale and damp with sweat.
“I knew those pickles and coffee were a bad idea,” Harry said softly, trying to lighten the moment.
Ginny gave him a weak smile, grabbing a towel and wiping her face. “Definitely not doing that again,” she muttered.
“Are you okay, Mum?” Teddy asked in a tiny voice, his brown eyes—so much like Ginny’s—filled with concern.
Ginny turned toward him and gave a little laugh, despite everything. She crouched and opened her arms, pulling him into a hug.
“I’m fine, love. Just a bit of a surprise tummy, that’s all.”
But as she looked over Teddy’s shoulder and met Harry’s eyes, something uncertain flickered between them. Neither of them said it, not yet. But the thought was quietly blooming in both their minds.
Something was different.
They all headed back to the kitchen. Harry and Teddy finished the rest of their breakfast while Ginny gathered the plates and stacked them in the sink.
“You’re doing the dishes today, Potter,” she said, shooting him a look over her shoulder.
Harry groaned loudly, slumping in his chair. “Why is it always me?”
Ginny smirked. “Because you make the most mess, and because I said so.”
It was common knowledge—at least in their household—that Harry Potter loathed doing the dishes. Still, he didn’t argue. With Teddy in the room, there was no way he could risk setting a bad example, even if the eye roll he threw was dramatic enough to rival any teenager’s.
Ginny turned back to them, arms crossed. “Now, since Hermione and Ron will be here in about half an hour, I suggest you both go and make yourselves presentable.”
Her eyes narrowed as she scanned the two of them. Both had untamed hair—Harry’s still half sticking up in every direction and Teddy’s returned to its usual vibrant turquoise. Their matching Cannons shirts were wrinkled and their black trousers had breakfast crumbs on them.
Teddy and Harry shared a look and groaned in unison.
“I’m serious,” Ginny said, pointing toward the hallway. “Brush your hair, change your shirts, and maybe try not looking like you rolled out of a Quidditch locker room.”
She raised an eyebrow, and that was all it took.
With exaggerated sighs and matching eye rolls, the two Weasley boys—by law and love—got up and trudged off toward their bedrooms.
Ginny smiled to herself as she turned back to the sink, the clinking of dishes and warmth of family settling comfortably around her.
Half an hour later, they were all gathered in the living room. Harry had changed into a navy-blue T-shirt layered under a white and black checkered shirt, paired with black trousers. Teddy wore a bright blue tee and dark jeans, his turquoise hair neatly combed—for now.
The fireplace flared green with a whoosh, and Hermione stepped out gracefully, brushing soot from her sleeve. Ginny immediately pulled her into a warm hug.
A second later, Ron emerged, slightly less graceful but grinning. Harry clapped him on the back in greeting, and Ginny rolled her eyes with a fond smile. Typical boys.
“How’s my favorite nephew?” Ron asked, crouching down to Teddy’s level with exaggerated excitement.
Teddy beamed. “Uncle Ron!” he shouted and launched into a detailed account of his morning, complete with flying fork incidents and breakfast adventures.
Harry, Ron, and Teddy wandered out to the backyard soon after, most likely to fly or race on brooms. Ginny watched them go with a small smile before turning back to Hermione, who had sunk into the corner of the sofa and was watching her carefully.
“You look a little bloated,” Hermione said gently, eyes narrowing slightly in concern. “Is everything okay?”
Ginny groaned, plopping down beside her. “Yeah, I noticed that too. I couldn’t even get into my favorite pair of jeans this morning. Had to dig through the laundry basket to find another pair.”
Hermione raised a brow. “Hmm. Anything else?”
Ginny sighed. “Well… it’s been a weird morning. I woke up around five—which I haven’t done since the Battle, let’s be honest—and then I suddenly wanted pickles. Pickles, Hermione. You know how much I hate those things.”
Hermione looked intrigued now.
“Not just pickles. I had them with a black coffee. And then threw up the entire thing about ten minutes later.”
Hermione blinked, her brain clearly already ticking through possibilities. “Interesting,” she said slowly.
Ginny looked at her warily. “Don’t say it.”
“I didn’t say anything!” Hermione replied, holding up her hands innocently—but the knowing smile playing at her lips said otherwise.
“When did you last have your period?” Hermione asked, her voice calm but pointed.
Ginny raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Really, Hermione?”
But then her expression shifted. She scrunched her nose and looked up, mentally retracing her weeks. Slowly, realization began to dawn on her.
Her eyes flew wide. “Oh no. Shit. I haven’t had one in nearly two months!”
Hermione leaned back with a satisfied smile, crossing her arms like she’d just solved a riddle. “I thought so. You should take a test, Gin.”
Ginny blinked at her, still stunned. “I mean… I don’t think that’s the case.” She shook her head, but there was doubt in her voice now. “It can’t be. Can it?”
Hermione gave her a knowing look. “Just to be sure.”
Ginny let out a breath, her hand drifting to her stomach instinctively. “Alright,” she said quietly. “I’ll take one. But only because you said so.”
Hermione chuckled. “Of course.”
Ron and Hermione soon left, and Ginny made Hermione promise not to tell anyone. Later, around 3 in the afternoon, Ginny got ready to leave for practice.
“You sure you’ll be fine?” she asked Harry, a hint of worry in her voice.
Harry rolled his eyes. “We’ll be fine, Gin.”
She wasn’t convinced. “The pain-relieving potions are ready and stored?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Calming draughts?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Sleeping potions?”
“YES, GINNY! Everything will be fine. Just go already,” Harry said, exasperated but smiling.
It was a full moon. While Teddy wasn’t exactly a werewolf, he suffered severe pain on full moons and the nights before and after. Finally, Ginny left.
As the day wore on, Teddy grew more restless. By 6:30, he was crying out in pain. Harry sat in their bedroom with Teddy in his arms, gently rubbing his back and rocking him back and forth. “It’s okay, Teddy bear. It’s going to be fine. I’m here,” he whispered softly.
A clatter downstairs signaled Ginny’s return. Harry didn’t go down; he stayed focused on soothing Teddy.
Ginny practically raced into the room. “Is he oka—Teddy darling,” she interrupted, quickly taking the trembling toddler from Harry and cradling him against her chest. Teddy was silently crying, shaking with sobs.
“It’s fine. Shhh,” Ginny whispered gently.
“No potion?” she asked, concern in her voice.
“No potion,” Harry confirmed. While they kept pain-relieving and calming draughts for the worst episodes, it wasn’t safe to give them every month.
Harry took Teddy back as Ginny went to change, then once she was ready, she took him again while Harry changed.
“Do you want to sleep here tonight, love?” she asked softly as Harry returned from the bathroom.
Teddy nodded, eyes scrunched tight, his chubby cheeks wet with tears. His hair, a mix of dark blue and stormy grey, signaled the intensity of his pain.
Ginny laid him down in the middle of the bed and climbed in beside him. Teddy snuggled into her, still softly crying. She pulled the blankets up around them.
Harry settled on the other side, pulling both of them close.
Soon, wrapped in love, warmth, and gentle affection, Teddy drifted off to sleep, nestled safely between Harry and Ginny.
The next day, Ginny took the pregnancy test she’d bought on the way back from practice. She carefully followed the instructions and then waited, her heart pounding with a mix of impatience and nervousness.
Suddenly, two clear lines appeared on the test.
Ginny gasped in surprise and dropped it, the test clattering loudly on the floor.
“What happened?” Harry called from the kitchen, his voice muffled but concerned.
“Nothing!” Ginny shouted back, her hands trembling slightly. She was pregnant. A baby was growing inside her.
Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she picked up the test, slipped it into her pocket, and headed to the kitchen.
Harry was finishing up his pancakes. Teddy hadn’t come downstairs yet—they’d left him sleeping in their room.
Ginny sat down, taking another slow breath.
“What happened?” Harry asked immediately, noticing the expression on her face.
“I—I need to tell you something,” she said, her voice wavering. It shouldn’t have felt so monumental to tell Harry, but somehow it did.
“I’m listening,” he said gently, reaching out to place his hand over hers.
She drew in another deep breath and finally said, “I’m pregnant.”
Harry’s face shifted through a mix of shock and joy.
“Really? Are you sure?” he asked, eyes wide.
Ginny reached into her pocket and handed him the test.
His face lit up with a radiant smile.
“I’m so happy, Gin. I can’t even put it into words. Though… not that surprised.”
“Why not?” she asked, curious.
“Well,” he began, “you’ve been having the weirdest cravings, throwing up in the mornings often, and you look a little bloated. Honestly, the suspicion has been hanging between us for days.”
Ginny smiled, feeling a warm surge of happiness wash over her.
Just then, the creak of the stairs echoed through the kitchen. Teddy appeared in the doorway, rubbing his eyes sleepily. His tiny face was flushed, and he moved slowly, clearly worn out.
Harry immediately stood and went to him. “Hey, little man, you okay?” he asked softly, kneeling down to Teddy’s level.
Teddy gave a small nod but winced, clutching his side.
Ginny’s eyes softened with concern. “Are you feeling sore again, Teddy?”
He nodded again, his brown eyes heavy with tiredness.
Harry scooped him up gently, settling him in his lap. Teddy rested his head against Harry’s chest, his small body relaxing in the warmth.
“Let’s get you comfortable,” Harry murmured, rubbing soothing circles on Teddy’s back.
Ginny brought over a soft blanket and wrapped it around them both. Teddy sighed softly, comforted by the familiar touch and quiet presence.
After a few minutes, Ginny looked at Harry and then at Teddy. “There’s something we want to tell you, Teddy. Something important.”
Harry smiled gently. “You know how mommy and daddy love you very much, right?”
Teddy blinked slowly and gave a small nod.
“Well,” Ginny began, her voice warm and soft, “mommy has a baby growing in her tummy. You’re going to have a little brother or sister.”
Teddy’s eyes widened as he looked up at them. Then a shy smile spread across his face.
“You’re going to be a big brother!” Harry said, grinning.
Teddy let out a quiet giggle, snuggling closer. “Baby… brother?”
“Or sister,” Ginny added, smiling.
Harry kissed the top of Teddy’s head. “We thought you should know, little bear. You’re very special, and this baby will be just as special.”
Teddy yawned, already drifting back to sleep, feeling safe and loved between his parents.
Ginny and Harry exchanged a look full of quiet joy, their family growing in ways they had only dreamed of.
Chapter 9: chapter 9
Chapter Text
The late afternoon sun filtered softly through the curtains as Harry and Ginny sat at the kitchen table, Teddy asleep upstairs. The quiet of the house wrapped around them, giving a rare moment to breathe and think.
“So,” Harry began, rubbing his tired eyes, “we’ve got to figure out how to tell the family.”
Ginny nodded, her fingers tracing circles on her belly. “Yeah. We usually see them every couple of weeks on the weekends. The Weasleys, Hermione and Ron… It feels like the perfect time.”
Harry smiled. “It’s their little tradition now, isn’t it? The weekend get-togethers at Mum and Dad’s? We could make it special.”
Ginny leaned back and thought for a moment. “I want it to be a happy surprise, but not too overwhelming for Teddy. He’s still getting used to the idea himself.”
“Right,” Harry agreed. “Maybe we can keep it casual, something warm and simple. We can tell them all together, in one go.”
Ginny’s eyes sparkled. “What if we do it after dinner? Everyone’s relaxed, kids playing, stories being told.”
Harry chuckled. “Sounds like the perfect moment for a bombshell announcement.”
They shared a smile, both filled with excitement and a little nervousness.
The Burrow was buzzing with the warm, familiar energy of the twice-a-month weekend gathering. The clatter of dishes, the hum of conversations, and the occasional laughter filled the cozy kitchen and living room, making the house feel like a comforting bubble of family and friendship.
Harry and Ginny sat quietly at the kitchen table for a moment, exchanging glances over the rim of their mugs. Teddy was happily chasing his tail in the corner, blissfully unaware of the excitement his parents were about to reveal.
Ginny smoothed the linen tablecloth as she stood up, brushing flour off her hands. “Dinner’s almost ready,” she said, her voice carrying a hint of nervous excitement.
Harry nodded, leaning back in his chair. “Ready for dessert?” he asked with a playful grin.
Ginny smiled, her cheeks slightly pink. “I hope so.”
At that moment, Molly Weasley bustled into the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron. “Alright, everyone, wash your hands! Dessert’s coming up!” she called loudly, making the room brighten even more.
The usual flow of the evening took shape — plates were cleared, chairs pulled in, and voices turned toward the kitchen table, where a large silver tray was now set, shimmering under the warm light.
Ginny stepped forward, holding the tray carefully.
“All right, everyone,” she said, her voice steady but gentle, “I have something a little… different for dessert tonight.”
Heads turned, curious. Molly gave Ginny a quick, curious glance. Hermione’s eyebrows rose in anticipation. Ron exchanged a questioning look with Harry.
Ginny lifted the tray for everyone to see.
On it were a dozen cookies — each large, round, with perfect white icing outlining a single, bold letter on top.
Each cookie was carefully decorated, the letters looking like they belonged to a puzzle, a secret message waiting to be unraveled.
Ginny smiled softly. “I baked these myself today,” she said, “and each one has one letter iced on top. I want you all to take a cookie — but please don’t eat them yet.”
The room quieted as everyone’s eyes scanned the cookies, letters ranging from G, N, R, E, P, A, T, I, and a couple of punctuation marks — an exclamation point and a question mark.
“Don’t eat them?” Ron asked, squinting at the cookies like they might suddenly bite back.
Ginny chuckled. “Nope. I want you to figure out what they say first.”
“Sounds like a riddle,” Hermione said with a smile, already intrigued.
Ginny started handing out the cookies, one by one.
“Here, Mum,” she said, giving Molly a cookie with a bold, elegant ‘G’.
“To Dad,” Molly passed the tray to Arthur, who took a cookie marked ‘R’.
Then Bill, with ‘E’, Fleur, with ‘P’, Charlie, with ‘A’, Percy with ‘N’, Fred with ‘T’, George with ‘I’, Ron with ‘!’, Hermione with ‘?’ — and finally, Harry and Ginny shared the last two cookies.
Teddy clapped his hands in delight, grabbing a plain biscuit Molly had slipped him.
Everyone was seated now, cookies in hand, exchanging curious glances.
“Okay,” Molly said, breaking the silence, “now what?”
Harry looked at Ginny, who gave a small nod.
“Well,” Harry said, “the letters probably form a word or sentence, but they’re all scrambled.”
Ron muttered, “Too many letters to make anything obvious.”
Fred grinned. “Maybe it’s a phrase. We should figure out the right order.”
Arthur, ever methodical, spoke up. “We could try arranging the cookies by age, oldest to youngest. Sometimes that’s a good starting point for family puzzles.”
Molly smiled, “Alright then. Let’s do that.”
Everyone got up and gathered around the kitchen island.
One by one, they laid their cookies out in a line according to age.
First Arthur with ‘R’.
Then Molly with ‘G’.
Then Bill with ‘E’.
Fleur with ‘P’.
Charlie with ‘A’.
Percy with ‘N’.
Fred with ‘T’.
George with ‘I’.
Ron with ‘!’.
Hermione with ‘?’.
Harry and Ginny set their cookies at the end, adding ‘S’ and ‘ ‘ — except there was no ‘S’ or space cookie.
Everyone stared.
“Something’s missing?” Hermione frowned.
“Yeah,” Ginny said softly. “There isn’t an S or a space on any cookie.”
Fred tilted his head. “Maybe it’s not a sentence, but a word.”
Molly raised an eyebrow. “Pregnant?”
A hush fell over the group.
Ron’s eyes widened. “Pregnant! Yeah! The letters fit!”
“Let’s check,” Hermione said, moving the cookies around carefully.
They rearranged the letters:
P - R - E - G - N - A - N - T
“Exactly,” Bill said with a grin.
Ron was the first to laugh, loud and surprised. “Pregnant! Who’s pregnant?!”
Ginny blushed, looking at Harry, who gave her a soft smile.
“It’s us,” Ginny said gently.
The moment the letters finally clicked into place—P-R-E-G-N-A-N-T—the kitchen erupted into a joyous cacophony.
Molly wiped tears from her eyes as she reached across the table to squeeze Ginny’s hand. “Oh, Ginny, this is wonderful news! Another little Weasley on the way. Our family just keeps growing.”
Arthur chuckled, a twinkle in his eye. “Between you, George and Alicia, and Fred and Angelina… we’re going to have a whole team of little Weasleys soon enough. We already have.” He said looking at his already small army or grandchildren
Fred and George exchanged a knowing grin,—already proud dads-to-be. It had been a surprise that Angelina and Alicia got pregnant at the same time but as everything in their life happened together, it wasn’t that surprising. “We’ll be outnumbered by babies before long,” Fred joked.
George nodded, smiling warmly at Alicia, who was quietly sipping her tea. “It’s a good kind of chaos.”
Percy cleared his throat, adjusting his collar. “Well, I suppose that means I’ll need to brush up on my babysitting skills.” Everyone laughed. Previously Harry was the one who babysat everyone.
Charlie raised an eyebrow. “More mouths to feed and spoilt, no doubt.”
Fleur smiled softly, reaching out to squeeze Ginny’s shoulder. “Thees eez such great newz. I am zo happy for you.”
Ron was still laughing, shaking his head. “I mean, honestly, the secret’s been out in the open for days with all the weird cravings and Ginny’s morning sickness. We’re just glad you finally told us.”
Hermione nodded, smiling warmly. “You handled it wonderfully. And Teddy looks thrilled.”
At that moment, Teddy toddled over with a cookie in hand—one of the plain ones Molly had slipped him earlier. He looked up at Harry and Ginny with wide, innocent eyes.
“Baby?” he asked, his voice small but hopeful.
Harry smiled, scooping Teddy up into a big hug. “Yes, Teddy. You’re going to be a big brother.”
Teddy’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Brother! Baby brother!”
Ginny laughed softly, stroking his hair. “You’re going to be the best big brother ever.”
Suddenly, Fred leaned over to Teddy with a mischievous grin. “So, Teddy, do you think the baby will be as trouble-making as us?”
Teddy giggled, pointing at Fred and George. “Yes! Trouble!”
George winked. “We’ll teach the babies all the best tricks.”
Ron rolled his eyes but laughed along. “Great, more chaos in the family.”
Molly shook her head fondly. “You lot are hopeless. But that’s what makes this family special.”
Hermione glanced at Ginny. “Have you thought about names yet?”
Ginny’s smile faltered just a little, touched with emotion. “Not yet. We want to wait and see if it’s a boy or a girl first.”
Arthur smiled gently. “Whatever the name, they’ll be lucky to have you both.”
The room grew quieter as everyone absorbed the news, the usual chatter replaced by a warm, collective sense of joy and anticipation.
Fred and George exchanged a look, then broke into a conspiratorial grin. “We should throw a proper celebration for all the new arrivals like we did for all the others,” Fred said. “Something with fireworks!”
“Definitely,” George agreed. “A ‘welcome to the family’ party.”
Ron grinned, “And I’ll make sure to bring my famous—well, not famous, but really good—jelly beans.”
Hermione laughed. “And I’ll bring some books on parenting and magical child care.”
Ginny smiled, feeling a wave of gratitude for the family around her. “Thank you, all of you. It means so much.”
Harry wrapped an arm around her. “We’re in this together.”
Molly beamed, looking at all her children, in-laws, and grandchildren—old and new. “Well then, it’s settled. Baby Weasley-Potter, here you come.”
The kitchen was filled with laughter and chatter well into the night, the cookies forgotten but the message—of family, love, and new beginnings—etched deeply into all their hearts.
Chapter 10: chapter 10
Chapter Text
Four months later, Ginny and Harry found themselves once again at St. Mungo’s, accompanied by Teddy, Molly, and Arthur. The bustling atmosphere of the healing wing was strangely comforting—familiar faces greeted them warmly, and the scent of medicinal herbs and potions filled the air.
A gentle, kind-faced healer led Ginny to a softly cushioned examination chair designed specifically for expectant mothers. “You’re six months along now,” she announced with a warm smile after a careful check. Ginny’s hand instinctively rested on her noticeably round belly, which had grown significantly in recent weeks. Harry beamed proudly at her, his eyes reflecting the same mix of excitement and awe.
Nearby, Angelina and Alicia—both radiant mothers—had each recently given birth, their babies only a few days apart. The warmth of family surrounded them, a reminder of the new generation blossoming within the Weasley and Potter clans.
The healer uncorked a small vial filled with a shimmering, silvery potion and gently applied it in a swirling pattern across Ginny’s belly. The potion emitted a faint, soothing glow, almost like moonlight captured in liquid form. “This will help project the image clearly,” she explained softly.
Next, she raised her wand, and with a graceful wave, a soft, ethereal light emerged above Ginny’s stomach. Slowly, the light shifted and morphed into two delicate, baby-shaped silhouettes, gently moving and stretching as if waking from a peaceful sleep. Harry and Ginny’s breaths caught as they watched the images hover above them.
The healer’s eyes widened with delight. “Congratulations,” she said, her voice brimming with happiness, “you’re expecting twins!”
Ginny’s hand found Harry’s, their fingers intertwining tightly. A flood of emotions washed over them—joy, surprise, a touch of uncertainty, and above all, love. They exchanged a glance that spoke volumes: whatever came next, they would face it together.
Before they left, the healer handed them two finely etched pieces of parchment. The parchment displayed the moving images of their babies, swirling softly in midair—tiny hands waving, faint smiles flickering, and the magical aura that seemed to shimmer uniquely around each child.
Harry squinted at the images, then looked up, grinning. “Looks like they’re both boys,” he said.
Ginny smiled, a little surprised but happy. “Boys, huh? Twins,” she mused.
Just then, Fred and George—who had come along for support—exchanged a knowing look and laughed. George clapped Harry on the shoulder. “Looks like you’ve got four little forerunners in the family now,” Harry said with a smirk. “Your own sons plus the twins.”
Fred nodded, eyes twinkling. “Like father, like sons,” he said. “We’ve got our hands full with the next generation of Weasleys and Potters, that’s for sure.”
Harry laughed, the joy and excitement bubbling up inside him. “Twins, huh? That’s a whole Quidditch team waiting to happen, with all the children already here and coming.”
Ginny rested her head on Harry’s shoulder, already imagining the lively household ahead. With the love and support of their family, they felt ready for every adventure to come.
It started on a calm, quiet evening at the Potter Manor. Ginny and Harry were enjoying a rare moment of peace together—Harry reading quietly by the fireplace while Ginny rested on the sofa, her large belly a gentle curve catching the soft golden light of the room.
Suddenly, Ginny’s eyes flew open. A sharp, unfamiliar sensation swept through her, and before she could think, she realized her water had broken. The warm liquid spread quickly, and panic flashed in her eyes.
“Harry,” she gasped, clutching the sofa arm for support. “It’s happening.”
Harry was instantly on his feet, his heart hammering. “Okay, okay, breathe,” he said, moving swiftly to her side. “I’m calling the Weasleys and the hospital. Teddy, Teddy!” he called to their son, who was nearby, sensing the urgency in his father’s voice.
Teddy looked up, alarmed but curious. Harry gently scooped him into his arms, cradling him protectively. “We’re going to the hospital, little man. Mom’s having the babies.”
Within moments, Harry’s wand was out, and he sent messages fluttering like tiny silver owls to Molly, Arthur, Ron, Hermione, and the rest of the Weasleys. The response was immediate—Molly’s voice crackled with concern and resolve, Ron and Hermione offered to accompany them, and Arthur promised to prepare the house and help coordinate.
Molly, Arthur, Ron, Hermione, and Teddy appeared in a flicker by the fireplace moments later, ready to leave. The rest of the Weasleys gathered, bustling with energy, staying behind to prepare the manor for when the family returned with the new arrivals.
Harry lifted Ginny carefully into a waiting Floo Network chamber. “We’re coming back soon, love,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “Hold on.”
The world blurred around them in swirling green flames, and seconds later, they arrived at the healing wing of St. Mungo’s. The familiar scent of potions and herbs filled the air, the bustling warmth of the hospital both reassuring and intense.
A healer, waiting on standby, immediately guided Ginny into a comfortable birthing room, softly lit and filled with magical instruments designed for the safest possible delivery. Harry and Teddy remained outside the room, pacing nervously in the quiet hallway.
Minutes stretched as Ginny labored, her face a mix of determination and pain. Harry rubbed his hands together, glanced at Teddy, who was clutching Harry’s hand tightly, looking exhausted and worried.
“It’s okay, Teddy,” Harry whispered, kneeling to meet his son’s eyes. “Mommy’s strong. We’re right here, waiting for her.”
Teddy nodded, his dark blue and stormy grey hair rumpled, eyes heavy with tears and exhaustion.
Harry paced back and forth, his mind a whirlwind of hope and anxiety. The sounds from the birthing room—the faint breathing, quiet magical hums of healing charms—were both comforting and nerve-wracking.
Suddenly, the door to the birthing room opened gently, and the healer stepped out, her face bright and warm. “You can come in now,” she said softly.
Harry’s heart leapt. He stood, gathering Teddy into his arms, and together they entered the room.
The early morning sun cast a soft glow over the white walls of St. Mungo's as Harry carefully adjusted the tiny blue blankets around the two bundled babies nestled in Ginny's arms. Ginny looked exhausted but radiant, her red hair tied back and a peaceful smile playing on her lips. The twins were in her arms, both with tufts of red hair. Their eyes fluttered open as Harry and Teddy approached. Their eyes were brown with hints of green.
Tears welled in Harry’s eyes as he knelt beside Ginny. “They’re perfect,” he whispered.
Ginny smiled weakly but radiantly despite the exhaustion. “They’re boys,” she said softly.
Harry carefully lifted one of the babies into his arms. The small boy’s dark red hair curled softly, and his brownish eyes fluttered open briefly before closing again.
“James,” Harry said gently, stroking the baby’s cheek. “For my father.”
Ginny’s hand rested on the other baby, who was equally delicate and beautiful. “And Sirius,” she said, her voice full of love. “For your godfather.”
Harry knew they would grow into their own, but for now, they were perfect little versions of both their parents.
Chapter 11: chapter 11
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Outside the hospital room, the waiting area was filled with quiet excitement. Molly and Arthur Weasley sat on the edge of their seats and Hermione leaned against Ron’s shoulder
Finally, the door opened. Harry stepped out, his face flushed with joy and tiredness. "You can come in now," he said.
They all surged to their feet. Molly let out a little gasp and hurried over to Ginny, eyes brimming with tears. Arthur stood silently for a moment, overcome, before he followed. Hermione pressed a hand to her heart while Ron gave Harry a quick hug, their eyes shining.
Ginny smiled brightly as they gathered around. "Everyone, meet James and Sirius."
Molly sniffled. "Oh, Ginny, they’re beautiful. Absolutely beautiful."
"They’ve got your eyes, Ginny," Hermione said softly.
“But there are hints of green," Ron said, peering at the tiny faces. "They’ve got Mum’s hair, though. Proper Weasley."
Harry grinned and handed Sirius—who was just beginning to squirm—to Teddy. The boy held his new baby brother with wide-eyed wonder. "Hi," he whispered. "I’m your big brother."
Ginny chuckled. "I think he likes you already."
As the family cooed and laughed, sharing hugs and congratulations, the noise in the room rose gently with joy.
Eventually, a healer returned to gently usher them out. Ginny needed rest, and the babies would be evaluated one last time before they were discharged. The family promised to wait outside.
Around noon, Harry and Ginny were officially discharged. Ginny sat in a magically-enhanced wheelchair, both babies swaddled securely in her arms while Harry carried the bag with their things. Teddy walked proudly beside them, puffing his chest like he was escorting royalty. As they passed other patients and Healers, people smiled and nodded.
At the main entrance of St. Mungo’s, a sleek Ministry car was waiting, enchanted to comfortably accommodate the family. They stepped in, and within moments, they were off.
Potter Manor shimmered in the midday light, its stone exterior draped in festive garlands. Bright banners fluttered above the door, reading, “Welcome Home, James and Sirius!” and “Congratulations Ginny and Harry!”
As the car pulled up, the front door burst open and the rest of the Weasleys spilled out: Bill and Fleur with their two kids, Percy and Audrey with their two daughters, Charlie and Lilian with their two children, and George with Alicia, Fred with Angelina—both of them holding newborns of their own and two little girls by each's side. Colorful balloons floated in the air, and the lawn was enchanted to shine with sparkles and floating stars.
"Surprise!" they all shouted.
Ginny gasped and laughed, tears coming to her eyes.
Harry helped her down gently. As soon as she stepped onto the lawn, Molly swept forward to kiss her daughter’s forehead and take James into her arms.
"Let’s get you inside," Arthur said, beaming.
Inside the house, the decorations continued. Banners hung across the hallways, and tiny charmed fairies danced above the fireplace. The smell of freshly baked goods wafted from the kitchen, and the sitting room was filled with comfy cushions, baby toys, and a big sign that read: “Potter Twins HQ.”
The nursery upstairs had been transformed overnight. Pale blue and white walls, painted with soft stars and broomsticks, cradled two identical cribs. The mobile above them had mini Quidditch players zooming in circles. A comfy armchair sat by the window with a stack of books and soft lighting.
Ginny looked around, overwhelmed. "It’s perfect. All of it."
Hermione hugged her. "You deserve it."
"Yeah," George added. "And it only cost about seventeen gallons of sweat and thirty hours of work."
"We were working for the twins’ approval," Fred chimed in.
"Though we’re a bit biased," George said, holding his own newborn. "After all, we’ve got two future best mates for your pair."
"Four little terrors, growing up together," Ron muttered. "Merlin help us."
Teddy had taken both James and Sirius on a little tour of the living room—under adult supervision—and introduced them to everyone personally. “This is Uncle Bill, and that’s Aunt Fleur. That’s Uncle Charlie—he works with dragons! And that's aunt Lilian-”
Fleur laughed. "zey won’t remember a thing, mon chéri."
"Doesn’t matter," Teddy said proudly. "They’re going to know everything."
A small celebration began in the afternoon. Plates of food floated to guests, and butterbeer corks popped in the kitchen. Soft music played, and Ginny was finally sitting in a large, cushioned armchair, both her babies in her arms.
Harry was beside her, smiling as he watched the chaos of Weasleys and babies and laughter around them. He kissed her temple.
"We did good," he whispered.
"We did great," she replied.
As the sun dipped lower, Teddy climbed up beside Ginny and laid his head on her shoulder. "Can we keep them forever?"
"Forever and ever," she promised.
And in the heart of Potter Manor, surrounded by love, laughter, and the echoes of new life, the Potter family began a new chapter—together.
The next morning dawned soft and golden, sunlight spilling into Potter Manor like a whispered blessing. The house was still hushed from the long night, but in the nursery, a different kind of magic stirred — the gentle, rhythmic cooing of newborns and the sleepy murmurs of first-time parents navigating a life forever changed.
Ginny sat in the rocking chair, wrapped in a plush dressing gown, one arm cradling baby James while Harry held Sirius, gently humming an off-key lullaby. Teddy, in his pajamas, leaned sleepily against Harry's shoulder, staring in awe at the tiny bundle in his father’s arms.
“They're so small,” Teddy whispered, a reverent hush in his voice. His hair was a soft shade of red-brown today, mirroring the babies, his eyes wide and curious.
“They were smaller yesterday,” Harry said with a chuckle, kissing the top of Teddy’s head. “They grow fast.”
Just then, a distant chime echoed through the house — the Floo. A moment later, Kreacher’s voice carried gently from the hallway. “Master Neville Longbottom and Miss Luna Lovegood have arrived.”
“Oh, Merlin,” Ginny grinned. “And so it begins.”
Moments later, Neville and Luna appeared in the doorway. Neville was carrying a bundle of bright sunflowers and a small potted plant — a rare magical herb Ginny had once admired. Luna, in a butter-yellow dress with lilac boots and her trademark radish earrings, wore a look of dreamy joy.
“I brought a Fulgur Fern,” Neville said, stepping forward and grinning as he handed the plant to Ginny. “It grows best around protective love — perfect for a nursery.”
“Oh, Neville,” Ginny said, touched. “It’s beautiful.”
Luna tiptoed up to the bassinets and peered inside with a delighted gasp. “They look like peaches,” she whispered. “Warm and round and fuzzy. What are their names?”
“James and Sirius,” Harry said, smiling.
Luna turned to look at him, eyes wide and misty. “How wonderful. A little bit of the past and a whole world of the future.”
Neville leaned over to peek at the boys. “They’ve got Weasley hair,” he noted with amusement. “But those eyes — Merlin, I’d say brown, but there’s green in there too.”
“Like trees in spring,” Luna added.
“You two are poets,” Ginny said fondly, shifting James gently. “Want to hold them?”
It didn’t take much coaxing. Soon, Luna had Sirius in her arms, gently swaying, whispering something about baby Thestrals (which Harry tactfully ignored), while Neville cradled James, his face soft and amazed.
“They smell like warmth,” Neville murmured.
“They smell like milk,” Teddy said honestly, nose wrinkling.
Just as laughter filled the room, the Floo chime rang again.
Harry glanced toward the doorway with a small smile. “That should be Draco.”
And indeed, moments later, Draco Malfoy strode in — tailored robes sharp and elegant, his arm comfortably around a graceful young woman with honey-blonde hair and an intelligent gleam in her eyes.
“Uncle Draco!” Teddy beamed, launching himself across the room.
Draco laughed, catching him in a quick hug. “There’s my favorite metamorphmagus.”
“You’re my only metamorphmagus,” he added, ruffling Teddy’s hair with fond exasperation.
“Still your favorite though,” Teddy replied cheekily.
Draco looked up to meet Harry’s gaze, and the two shared a firm nod, years of tension long behind them.
“Potter,” he greeted.
“Malfoy.”
They both smirked.
Ginny chuckled. “Glad you two got that out of the way.”
Astoria stepped forward and smiled warmly at Ginny, offering a small wrapped box. “For the boys — enchanted lullaby orbs. I designed the spell myself. They detect when the baby cries and sing softly until they fall asleep.”
“That is brilliant,” Harry said, impressed. “And thank you.”
“May I?” Draco asked, motioning toward the bassinets.
Ginny nodded, and he approached with an expression uncharacteristically gentle.
“They’re redheads,” he said with a soft, amused look. “Arthur and Molly must be thrilled.”
“And greenish-brown eyes,” Harry added.
“Of course,” Draco said dryly. “Wouldn’t be yours without some sign of your messy genetics.”
“Do you want to hold one?” Ginny offered, already lifting James slightly.
Draco hesitated for half a second, then carefully took the baby, holding him in the crook of his arm like something precious. “Hello there, little menace,” he said softly. “You’ve got your father’s nose, unfortunately. Hopefully not his broomstick technique.”
James yawned.
“You’ll grow out of that, don’t worry,” Draco whispered.
Astoria stood next to him, her fingers brushing gently over James’ head. “He’s beautiful.”
“Both are,” Draco said. “Even if Sirius is already giving me a judgmental stare.”
Sirius, still in Luna’s arms, let out a small burp.
Harry grinned. “That’s judgment, all right.”
As the morning wore on, the room filled with more laughter and joy. Seamus Finnigan arrived with a baby Quidditch jersey that read “Future Chaser” across the back. Dean brought sketches of magical creatures for the nursery, enchanted to gently animate. Padma and Parvati Patil arrived with matching charm bracelets for the twins, each charm symbolizing protection, joy, and health.
Lavender brought cupcakes. Even Ernie Macmillan, Hannah Abott and Susan Bones showed up, all glowing with nostalgia and cheer.
By early afternoon, the Potter living room had become a tapestry of memory — house colors, old jokes, shared trauma and triumph, and now, new life.
“Is this what peace looks like?” Luna asked suddenly, her voice thoughtful.
Harry looked around — at Draco adjusting Sirius’s blanket, at Ginny whispering to Astoria about healing charms, at Teddy trying to braid Neville’s hair while eating a cupcake, at James blinking sleepily up at Luna from the sling she’d borrowed.
“Yeah,” Harry said. “I think this is exactly what it looks like.”
Chapter 12: Author's note
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Hi everyone ! Fifthmarauder here. I am so freaking sorry I have to say this but... I will not be continuing this story anymore. I really want to, but between school, projects, choosing subjects and whatnot, I just dont have the time now. Trust me, this story is so special for me and it has a really special and deep place in my heart and its literally breaking me rn to post this but, what has to be done has to be done. I'm not abandoning this story completely of course, maybe after life gets a little less hectic, I'll continue it, but for now, remembering every day guiltily that I ought to post something but not posting...is just torture. Maybe someday I'll continue this story because this story is the first ever story I ever posted online, so this has a really really singular place in my heart and one day I really hope I can continue it ! Meanwhile, if you have any ideas for this story, do mention them in the comments, maybe that will compell me to write ! I would love to hear you guys' ideas on what should come next and incorporate them into the story !
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FifthMarauder