Harry was over his childhood with the Dursley's, thank you very much. And if you were to ask him, the only thing lasting scar they had given him, was the ability to love his children unconditionally. Not too bad for a scar, in his opinion. Ginny, however, silently disagreed. Although she kept it to herself for over ten years, this time she couldn't help but let it slip.

"This is because of the Dursley's isn't it?"

Harry froze in the middle of what had become a five-minute speech and gaped at Ginny. "What?"

"This orphan thing: it's because of the Dursley's." Ginny made sure Harry could see the smile on her face. The 'orphan thing' wasn't necessarily a bad thing; it was just a funny thing.

"What orphan thing?" Harry was floored. Here he was trying to convince Ginny that they needed to adopt this little boy. That if they didn't, he was to be sent to his grandparent's house and they didn't want him because he was a half-blood. What did that have to do with the Dursley's? Wait… Oh.

"Figured it out, did you?" was Ginny's only remark. She was trying hard not to laugh, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.

"When did you figure it out?" Harry's accusation only made the fight not to laugh harder.

"Honestly? It all started when you signed Haley's birth certificate, but I didn't really understand until right now. You can't stand the thought of a child being unwanted."

Harry paced in front of her for a minute thinking. Then he sat beside her at the kitchen table, and was silent another minute. Finally he spoke in a very quiet voice Ginny hadn't heard him use in years: "Is that a bad thing?"

Ginny felt all the amusement disappear. Why had she brought this up? She knew he wouldn't handle it well. "Is it a bad thing that you made your godson as a son? Is it a bad thing that you made your stepdaughter your daughter? Is it bad you took in your cousin's son as your own, despite everything he had done to you, because your cousin couldn't handle having a magical child? No, Harry, of course it isn't."

"But you're right. We have six kids. This… this shouldn't be our… problem." Harry choked on the word 'problem' and refused to meet Ginny's eyes.

Ginny sighed. Damn. She knew this would be how it ended once Harry had brought up the idea of adopting this child. "When, in this entire conversation, did I ever say we weren't going to adopt this boy?"

Harry's head jerked up to gape at her. "So, it's a yes?"

"Yes."

Harry's smile was so wide; Ginny knew she had made the right decision. "I'll go to the ministry right now! I'm sure Kingsley will get me the paperwork no problem!"

He kissed her and ran to the floo. Laughing, Ginny called: "Harry!" Harry stopped and turned to her. "What's his name?"

"Caleb. His name is Caleb."