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The Blanket

Harry smiled down at his grandson as he held him tenderly in his arms. It brought back wonderful memories of the birth of his own children. Little David's tiny mouth opened into a yawn, he closed his cloudy blue eyes as he drifted off into dreamland. "He looks just like you, Al."

Albus smiled, "I suppose he does, though he has the shape of Sarah's eyes and her nose too I think."

Harry nodded and he carefully placed his newest grandchild back in his cradle. The last couple of years he had started to think that his middle son would end up like his uncle Charlie, a life-long bachelor, but Albus surprised them all when he came back from a month long trip to the United Stated and introduced them all to his new American bride, Sarah. 10 months later little David was born.

Sarah was a nice girl, kind, understanding, soft-spoken but completely brilliant. She was a doctor, worked mostly in emergency medicine. Yes, his son had married a muggle, and no one was more surprised by this then Harry, though thinking back he supposed he understood why. Living in the shadow of a famous father can be overwhelming, or so Harry had been told by all his kids on more then one occasion. Al had always seemed to have the most difficulties with it and marrying someone with no experience in the wizarding world would distance him from that.

"I'm surprised you hadn't noticed, dad, but the blanket he's current wrapped in was yours." Al looked up at his dad, a sparkle in his green eyes.

Harry gave a quiet laugh, "I guess it is. I hadn't even thought… I didn't realize you had kept it all these years."

"Of course I did. You remember the day you gave it to me?"

Harry gave a snorted laugh… "Yes… we had a bit of a row, didn't we?"

"Oh we certainly did, we both said things we didn't mean. I was young, insecure, and wanted someone to blame for the way I was feeling. You tried so hard to help but I just kept pushing you away."

Harry sighed and looked back down at his grandson. "It's okay, Al. It's in the past, beside it all worked out."

Albus gave a slow nod, his gaze drifting to his lap. "It was all my fault. It I had listened to you… trusted you, I never would have helped Delphi and…

"Albus," Harry reached over, placing a gentle hand on his sons shoulder, "It all worked out, and in the end I think it showed you what you really needed to know; that you cannot be defined by who your parents are or what house your sorted into or even who your friends are. You are your own person, and so what if you're not like your old man. You are an amazing man, Albus Potter. You have a great career, a wonderful wife and now a beautiful little boy. I am very proud of the man you have become Al, very proud."

Albus looked back up at his dad, a small smile of gratitude pulled to his lips, "Thanks."

"Anytime," Harry gave his son a wink before turning to his daughter-in law and wife who had just entered the room.

"He's asleep," Sarah said with a sigh of relief, "Finally," she then plopped herself down on the couch next to her husband.

Albus placed his arm around his wife's shoulder and in response she leaned her head on his chest. Albus never thought he'd fall in love, much less with a muggle, but the very moment he met her, he knew she was the one.

Harry was happy for his son. Out of all his children he worried about Al the most, but it seemed that his little boy, who shared his eyes, was happy and really that was tall he ever wanted for him. Harry looked back down at his grandson, still wrapped in his old, blue blanket. It had started off on such a sad note, keeping an orphan boy warm while he waited in the chilly night air for his relatives to find him the next morning, but now, now it comforted a tiny babe who was warm and safe and loved, just as it was always intended to do and that made the him smile.

The End