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    Far away from the ministry, deep in the English countryside, sat a nice farm style home.  If you didn’t know better, it would look like the type of house that belonged to muggles, except for the fact that muggles couldn’t see it. Neither could wizards unless the Secret Keeper told them the address.  Harry Potter had designed it this way so that he and Ginny could at least have some modicum of privacy from the hordes of admirers and media who hounded them daily.  Additionally, the quiet countryside allowed for the sense of peace and calm that Harry had so desperately needed when the war ended.

    Tonight, their countryside home was shining brightly.  In the garden behind the house, a large wooden bench table had been set for dinner.  Small fairy lights floated in the air, twinkling in the light breeze that was blowing. Ginny was rushing around the kitchen waving her wand frantically at pots and pans. The smell of treacle tarts baking in the oven wafted out of the open kitchen windows. 

    Just like many other evenings, Harry sat in the living room with his two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, however on this particular evening they were waiting for more guests to arrive.  Little did anyone know, but Harry and Ginny had a surprise announcement to make.

    “How do you two like your new home?” Harry asked.

    Hermione smiled a melancholy smile. “Oh. I like it well enough. It’s nice to be somewhere where we can enjoy a bit of quiet and the sound of the ocean is quite soothing when I wake up from one of my nightmares.  None of those horrible tabloid writers seems to know where it is thankfully. I’ve put up every security spell I can think of, but nothing ever seems to keep them away permanently. Hopefully, this one will hold for awhile though. I hate to think of moving again anytime soon.”

    Harry understood what she meant perfectly well. Ever since the war he and Ginny had been hounded by the media.  In the first few years, they had changed homes monthly trying to keep a sense of privacy, but even that was no deterrent.  Just when Harry thought he was going to lose his mind, Kingsley Shacklebolt had stepped in and used the might of the Ministry of Magic to surround his house with special protections, similar to the ones that had been placed on the Dursley’s house in Harry’s youth.

    Ron sighed in frustration. “It always amazes me that our Hermione managed to protect our location from the Death Eaters all those years, but somehow we can’t keep those media vultures away from us. I mean it’s been five years since the war ended. You would think they could move onto something more current. You would think that if we just ignored them long enough they would go away.”

    Harry chuckled. “I wish I could just ignore them, but even if I were to just stand there and say nothing an article would be bound to follow titled “The Boy Who Lived Deaf from Traumatic Brain Injury” or “The Boy Who Lived…To Good To Speak To The Media?”

    Ginny entered the living room, plopping herself down onto the love seat next to Harry.  She settled into the space between his arm and chest, smiling at her friends.  She was determined that tonight would be a happy night and she wasn’t about to let these three get on a depressing tangent as they so often did.   “On a happier note, there’s something Harry and I wanted to talk to the two of you about before everyone else starts to arrive. We have a bit of a surprise.”

    “Gin’ you know Harry already told us the moment you found out you were expecting, so it’s not exactly a surprise.” Ron said with a laugh.

    The way that Ginny glared at Harry was so reminiscent of Mrs. Weasley that both Ron and Harry sank down into their chairs. “That was very considerate of him, particularly since we agreed we would be announcing it together.  Did he also tell you that yesterday we found out that the baby is a boy?”

    A gasp escaped Hermione’s mouth. “No, he didn’t, but that’s great news! Do you have any names picked out?”

    Harry gave a melancholy smile. “Yeah. We’re going to name him James Sirius Potter.”

    Ginny slid her hand into his and gave it a tight squeeze. She knew it was hard for him to think of his first son being born without the chance to know Sirius or his father.  Unfortunately, that seemed to be a fairly common occurrence for most of the wizarding community these days.  Most families had suffered a loss or two, her own family included.

    “That’s a great name Harry. I’m sure that both your father and Sirius would’ve been very proud.” whispered Hermione. Silence permeated the room. No one seemed to know exactly what to say next.

    “Have you decided on godparents?” Ron blurted out, trying to diffuse the somberness.

    “Yeah…kind of.” said Ginny nervously. “That’s actually one of the things we wanted to talk to you about.  We were thinking about naming Hagrid as Godfather, but we wanted to run it by you first because we didn’t want you to be offended.”

    “Offended! Why would we be offended? Ginny, you’re my sister. That makes me and Hermione, uncle and aunt to your children. It only makes sense for you to make someone outside of the family Godparents.”

    Ginny noticed that Hermione looked a bit skeptical. “Are you sure it’s okay, Hermione?”

    Hermione paused for a moment. “It’s fine. It’s just that….well…Do you think it’s a good idea to trust Hagrid with something so important? I mean, I know he means well, but you can’t pretend he isn’t a bit careless.” *

    Harry looked at Hermione and said firmly. “I would trust Hagrid with my life.”*


    Just then, the flames in the fireplace flared a bright green and what appeared to be a sea of redheads swarmed into the sitting room.  Every member of the ever expanding Weasley family
    was present.

    A young girl, with long strawberry blonde hair came rocketing forward from the crowd.  “Uncle Ron! Uncle Harry! Can we go play Quidditch in the backyard? I brought my broom and everything! See.” she said, holding up a child’s model firebolt.

    A very pregnant Fleur waddled up beside her, resting her hand on the girl’s shoulder. “What did I tell you earlier, Victoire? Zees is not ze time for Quidditch.”

    Fleur sat down heavily on one of the love seats, her swollen belly making it difficult for her to get comfortable. “I cannot wait for zees baby to come out. I aven’t been able to see my feet in months!” she said to no one in particular.

    “I know what you mean!” Angelina Weasley chimed in “When I was pregnant with little Fred, the last trimester was so draining. I felt like every time I moved, I would bump something with my stomach.”

    Everyone was laughing, and joking, when a loud noise interrupted the festivities. A very large, very hairy head appeared in the fireplace, but most of the body attached to it appeared to be stuck.  The room was silent as Hagrid tried to wiggle himself loose. 

    “Would one o’ yer mind givin’ me a hand?”

     Ron and Harry rushed forward, each seizing either side of his large body.  They pulled with all of their might. Ashes went flying all over the recently cleaned floor as Hagrid popped out of the fireplace and went sprawling out onto the floor.  He stood up quickly, brushing the ash off of his best hairy orange suit, flush creeping up his cheeks.

    “Sorry ‘bout that.” 

    “Ginny, before I forget. Minerva and Kingsley asked me to inform you that they might be a bit late on account of a meeting, but that they would stop by as soon as they could.” interrupted Mr.Weasley.

    “Oh. I’ll make sure to save them both plates.” She looked around at the guests filling her living room. “We’re just waiting on a few more people.”

    As soon as the words left her lips, the flames in the fireplace flared bright green and out stepped Neville and Luna hand in hand, followed closely by Seamus and Dean.

    “Sorry, we’re late. It was practically impossible for Luna and I to get past the paparazzi on the way home earlier. They seem insistent on swarming our apartment. By the time we met up with Dean and Seamus, we were running quite a bit behind.”

    “If you had told me that one day, the entirety of wizarding London would be discussing the love life of Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom with rapt attention, I would’ve told you needed to get your head checked by a healer.” muttered Ron under his breath to no one in particular.  Harry snorted in laughter, seeming to have been the only one to have heard Ron.


    Ginny swept forward, hugging them each in turn. “We understand completely. I was just about to suggest that we all head out to the backyard. I have the tables set for dinner.”

    Luna brushed Ginny’s hair back from her face in a dreamy manner. “Something looks different about you. It’s almost as if you’re glowing. Maybe you’ve had a recent encounter with a blibbering humdinger. Next time I’m by, I’ll bring you my radish earrings. They should help chase them away.”

    “That’s very kind of you Luna. Now if you would all please follow me to the backyard, we can start dinner.”

    The sea of people filling their living room stood up and started migrating to the backyard where one long picnic table sat, laden with more food than an of them could possibly eat. Everyone would certainly try their best, particularly Ron, who even after all these years still scarfed down food like it might disappear.

    On the table there was platter after platter of chicken and ham pies, roast beef, Yorkshire pudding, boiled potatoes, mushy peas, tureens of rich gravy, crisp salads, roasted parsnips, boiled turnips and rolls in every shape and size imaginable. The aroma alone was heavenly and instantly transported many of the guests back to their Hogwarts days.

    Only Fleur seemed to be put off by the food, choosing to nibble on a few soda crackers instead. “I am sorry, Ginny.  It looks lovely, but zees food is much too ‘eavy for me right now. I just ‘ave ‘ad no taste for meat during zis pregnancy.”


    After everyone had eaten their fill, the tureens and platters floated into the kitchen and out came the tarts covered in fresh mounds of whipped cream.  While everyone was finishing off their dessert, Harry couldn’t help, but look around the table and think about the people that would’ve been present had the war never happened.  He could imagine Sirius and Lupin would be telling some harrowing story of their days at Hogwarts. He could imagine Tonks sitting beside them in her mother, Andromeda’s place, bouncing Teddy in her lap.  Fred and George would be conspiring to create some sort of mischief and Dumbledore and Snape might have sat here as well, lost in conversation about the things going on in the world.

    Ginny noticed Harry drifting away in thought and slipped her hand into his. “Are you okay, Harry?”

    “I’m fine. Just imagining what it would be like and who would be here if the war had never happened.”

    “I know Harry. I’ve thought about it a million times over and I’m sure everyone at this table has as well.   To this day every time I see George, I expect Fred to come waltzing in behind him and every time I remember that I won’t ever see him again, it breaks my heart, but tonight is a happy night.  All of our loved ones are here. Nothing will ever replace those that we’ve lost, but that doesn’t mean we should take for granted those that are still here.”

    “Of course. You’re right Ginny.” said Harry, swallowing down the emotions that were bubbling in his throat.

     “Now seems like a good time to make our announcement. Do you want to do it or should I?”

    “I’ll do it. You just sit back and rest.”

    Harry stood up at the end of the table and clinked his glass with a spoon to get everyone’s attention. “Hello everyone.  Ginny and I just wanted to thank you all for making it here this evening. The reason that we’ve asked you all over is because we have a very special announcement to make.  About three years ago, I asked Ginny to marry me and for some strange reason, she said yes, even though I’m…”

    “A specky git?” asked George helpfully. The whole table burst into laughter.  For a moment, it was like the old George was back, the one who hadn’t lost his twin brother.

    “Yeah…Something like that.” smiled Harry. “Anyways, what we wanted to tell you is that Ginny and I are expecting our first child. She is about four months into the pregnancy and yesterday we found out that our baby will be a boy.  We plan to name him James Sirius Potter.”The table erupted with words of congratulations.  Everyone seemed genuinely happy for them.

    Harry left his seat at the table and walked to the far end where Hagrid was sitting. He could feel everyone’s eyes following him as he moved. “There’s one more thing. Hagrid, my old friend, you’ve meant so much to me over the years. You were the first person who ever really showed me any kindness that I can remember. You helped guide me through some difficult years and now here we are. It is my hope that you will be willing to do the same for my son because Ginny and I would like you to be his godfather.”

    Hagrid seemed to be taken by surprise.  He shot from his seat, enveloping Harry in a bone-crushing hug that left him dangling a foot off of the ground. Once he let go of Harry, he sat back down on the bench with a thud, covered his face with his large hands and burst out into tears. “I-I-I’d be hon-honored.” He said in between sobs.

    Slowly, the tarts disappeared and conversation began to stall as the various children became more and more tired.  Fleur and Bill were the first to take their leave, Bill carrying a now exhausted Dominique into the floo and Fleur waddling slowly behind them.  George, Angelina, and baby Fred followed shortly after even as Fred insisted he could stay awake for hours more. Percy, Audrey and baby Molly left at the same time as Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.

    Ginny rounded up the remaining guests and carefully guided them into the sitting room for polite goodbyes and final hugs. Just about everyone had stepped into the floo when Hagrid burst into tears once more. “Hones’ly. Me a godfather? Imagine that!”


    Once everyone was gone, Ginny collapsed into one of the love seats and lifted her now swollen feet on to the table in front of her. “Well, that seemed to go well, don’t you think?”

    “It was amazing. Everything was so delicious, Gin. If I didn’t know better, I’d have thought you had an army of Hogwarts house elves hidden somewhere in the kitchen. Thank you for putting in all of that hard work.” Harry kissed the side of Ginny’s face. “Why don’t you go upstairs and go to sleep. I’ll see to the dishes.”

    “Are you sure?” Ginny said, eyebrows raised in disbelief.

    “Positive. Go get some rest. I’ll be up in a few minutes.”

    Kissing Harry goodnight, Ginny began the arduous task of climbing the stairs. She was content with how the evening had gone and happy that they had managed to avoid any sensitive subjects. Full of food and exhausted, she fell asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.

    As he promised, Harry joined Ginny a half an hour later. Slipping into bed, careful not to disturb her, he wrapped his arm around her side, resting his hand on the small bump growing in her belly. For the first time in months, he slept peacefully, unaware that anything was wrong in the world.



    Hi there,

    I just wanted to thank you for reading and let you know that there maybe some things that seem familiar in this chapter. One line in particular comes from Harry Potter And The Sorcerer's Stone, Chapter 1, Page 14. In my story, Harry says "I would trust Hagrid with my life." In the series, it is Dumbledore who says this.

    Also, if you love this story or hate, please feel free to leave me a review. Any feedback is very helpful an I always take it into account for further chapters! 


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