My eyes flashed open, met with the sunlight warming my skin from the comfort of my rather full bed. I looked up at the clock on our cream-colored wall and saw Severus making his morning tea before going to work at the shop, only to have my attention taken away from my loving husband by our youngest son.

"Mummy!" he exclaimed, his eyes that mirrored mine shining through his wavy, black hair. "Mummy, Grandad is coming today!" Prince bounced up and down on the bed, looking so excited to be awake and experience the world.

I smiled at the pale boy, who was already showing signs of his magical talent. He loved to follow Severus around the house, and come to the shop to watch his daddy brew potions.

"I know, baby. He won't be here for a few more hours. You should get dressed." He leaped into my arms and gave me a hug, then rushed out of the room to probably follow Severus around.

I tossed the blankets off of me, only to jump a little when I saw Gerard laying in Severus' spot. My beautiful Gerard, snuggled against Sev's pillow, his black hair wild and shaggy. Six years old - so hard to believe he grew so fast. He didn't stir when I tossed the blankets aside, and continued to sleep.

I laid back down and cuddled him, getting a wiff of his sweet-smelling hair. Gerard was closest to me, though over time I was sure it'd change. He and Prince, though they got along and played together often with the children of our friends in our little cobble-stoned street, he was the most shy out of the group. He enjoyed art, music, and reading. He even wrote a story about a banshee at the tender age of four, which I found quite impressive.

Prince was definitely more into potions, whatever Severus was doing, and did have a great interest in books. He was definitely Severus through and through, though I desperately hoped he wouldn't have to go through the agony Severus once endured.

"Mum?" came Gerard's voice as he stirred in my arms, his hair this way and that, looking wilder by the moment.

"Good morning, love." I smiled at him and brushed his hair to the side. "How long have you been here?"

"Since Dad got up. When is Grandad coming?" He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, still appearing to be drowsy.

"He'll be here in several hours. You should get ready - I believe he's taking us in the Muggle world today."

"But Mum, I need a new canvas," he whined. "Dad is helping me enchant my paintings, and I want to start working on my forest."

"We'll make sure you get a new canvas today." I kissed him on the forehead. "You know your grandad - he'd cut off his own fingers and eat them for you boys."

"Ew," he said with a laugh.

"Now go clean your teeth and get dressed." I ruffled his hair, and watched him hop out of bed, off to do his morning routine.

"I see you're having quite the morning already," came the silky voice of my husband.

I smiled at him as he sat next to me on the bed, sipping his tea.

"My Severus," I said quietly before giving him a kiss on the lips, tasting the sweet, milky tea he was drinking. "Dad is coming over today to take me and the boys to London. He said he wants to 'spoil his grandchildren.'"

He rolled his eyes before letting out a small chuckle. Fatherhood definitely changed Severus.

"I suppose there will be Fwoopers involved."

"He has a new one, y'know," I said as I rested my head and right hand on his chest.

"Oh for Merlin's sake..." he grumbled.

"She's bright green and named Mally. He sent me a photograph and she's quite interesting. He's hoping Jax and Mally will mate."

"Typical of Ember... How the sod became an Officer..." he muttered.

"Oh, never mind about that." I leaned up and kissed his sweet lips again. "How are you doing, love?"

"Rather tired, but I have been doing some thinking lately."

"What's on your mind?"

"Mum! Dad! James asked if I could go over to his house. Can I? Please?" Gerard asked as he ran into our room, half-dressed with a toothbrush in his mouth.

"Only for an hour. You don't want to keep your grandad waiting."

Gerard nodded and hurried back out of the room, a blue flannel appearing on him as he ran.

"His magic is growing stronger," I commented, smiling at our oldest.

Severus smiled, looking pleased at the life he helped create.

"That's something I've been wanting to talk to you about, Lucy, my love -"

The clock rang, indicating that Severus was needed at the shop.

"Barmy clock," he muttered as he narrowed his eyes at it.

A flashback of him waving his wand in his personal quarters back in Hogwarts to destroy a chiming clock entered my mind, causing me to smile.

"Off to work with you, sweetheart. We can talk later, alright?" I kissed his lips again, savoring the moment.

"Of course," he said quietly, giving me a semi-rough kiss in return before he drank the rest of his tea. "I should be home by five. I'll help prepare dinner."

"And then we'll have this talk of yours." I got up and gave him a tight hug before waving at him as he Apparated out of the room.

I dressed and took care of my hygiene right away, and waited in the den for my dad to show up. Prince, who was only four, was reading a book Bane and Hermione gave him about a guide on werewolves. My boys were definitely advanced.

"Mummy, if Uncle Remus is a werewolf, why do we keep his company?" Prince's tone was curious as he studied the book.

"Because Uncle Remus is a special part of the family, along with Auntie Tonks and cousin Teddy. We're all a big family, Sweetheart." I smiled at him as I watched him kick his feet on the light wood floor.

"Mummy, I know what Daddy wants to tell you." I saw a cheeky grin on his pale face.

Too much like his father...

"Oh, really? What's that, Mister?" I sat back in my white chair, taking a second to enjoy how cushy and soft it was.

"I can't tell. It is a secret."

Just like his father.

"Alright, darling, you can stop teasing your poor old mum."

"Old"? I'm only 26.

I heard a loud crack outside, followed by the sound of children running towards our cottage, hooting and hollering.

"I'm going to be the best at that when I'm old enough!" I could hear young James Potter say out in our garden.

"Excuse me, but I will be better, thank you." That was little Rose Geller for you.

"Are we leaving, Grandad?" Gerard asked, seeming to be closest to the window.

"Come on, love. Time to go."

Prince groaned and shut his book, then followed me out to meet with his grandad. The Potters and Geller kids were surrounding my father, who was wearing a bright green Doc Martins, some mauve corduroy trousers, yellow suspenders, a white and blue bow tie, and a salmon shirt. He truly was a sight for sore eyes.

"We have to go now," Prince said to the children surrounding the area.

James looked annoyed, while his younger brother [Albus] followed him back to their garden. Rose grabbed hold of Dante's hand and dragged him to the Potter residence to play. Gerard looked up at me and took hold of my hand.

"There's my gorgeous girl!" Dad pulled me into a tight bear hug, smelling like candy and some kind of fruit I couldn't distinguish.

"Hi, Dad. How's Mum?"

"Business as usual. Looks like I'll be retiring from being an Officer soon - I have to come visit my grandboys every chance I get!"

I could almost hear Prince groan at the thought.

"That's great, Dad," I said as I watched him pull Gerard and Prince into bear hugs, seeing their little faces turn purple.

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go!" Dad grabbed the three of us and held us on to him, spun quickly, and we were in Muggle London.