A Visit and a Flashback

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James sat on the floor in his footie pajamas, playing with his blue and red toy train, when Harry walked in. James looked up at his father and giggled. Probably because his glasses were a little askew, due to him having to almost wrestle Albus into the crib. Albus hated going down for a nap, but once he got tired he would immediately fall asleep. Harry stood there and fixed his glasses while James still laughed. Molly Weasley looked at her grandson and did a half smile before her face went into complete shock. Molly said "Is James a metamorphamagus?" "No" replied Harry and Ginny in unison. While James was giggling, he changed from a peachy color to turquoise to purple. Harry and Ginny were used to it by now, the Healer said that he would grow out of it by the time he was five.

There came another cry from upstairs and Harry turned around just about to go take care of the cry, when Ginny stopped him and said "I'll take care of it" and left the room. Harry was thankful that he didn't have to go back up there, he was tired, and a long day at the ministry can be tiring, especially when your office was raining on you all day.

Ginny came downstairs, with none other than Albus around her waist. By the look Harry saw on the one-year old's face, he didn't look too happy or pleased to see his father.

Albus gave Harry a stare that felt like death, Harry knew that stare, he had felt it once before in the Forbidden Forest, but Albus wasn't going to kill him, he was just tired and mad that his father put him in the crib.

Ginny placed Albus on the rug to play with James. Molly looked at her grandchildren, then at the parents. She had an instant flashback, to when they were young. It was the first time Harry had come to The Burrow.

"Where have you been?" Molly asked the four boys, as she rounded the staircase. She looked at them, realizing that one of them was not hers. He was a skinny boy, with black shaggy hair, green eyes, pale skin, round glasses, and a peculiar scar on his forehead, the exact shape of it she couldn't make out.

She immediately sent the boys to breakfast. After awhile Ginny came downstairs asking for something, she said "Mummy, have you seen my jumper?" she answered "Why, yes dear, it's on the cat"

Ginny's eyes widened at the sight of the boy with the black hair and round glasses. Molly noticed that Ginny became very nervous and ran back upstairs. "Boys" she thought to herself.

At that moment Molly was snapped back into reality. Ginny was snapping her fingers in front of her face saying "Mum" repeatedly. Molly said "Oh...sorry, dear, I was daydreaming", "that's o.k. Mum" said Ginny, "I think its time you go home?" Molly looked at her watch and sure enough, it was time for her to depart "Well" she said taking in a big heaving sigh, "you're right I guess I should be leaving, your father is probably getting home as we speak" and with that she apparated.