Harry's POV
Harry's arm was draped around her shoulders. Her red hair mingled with his black. Yes, Harry Potter was the lucky boy to have Ginny Weasley's head resting on his broad shoulder, to wrap his built arms around her, to brush his lips against hers. He adored her, loved her, and held her. She adored him, loved him, and held him.
He smiled, remembering that day in his seventh year. He propped himself up on his elbows, and glanced down at his wife. Her head was in his lap, and his fingers rhythmically worked though the red hair fanned out on his thighs. She had a dreamy smile on her face, as the two watched their youngest child crawl though the different people sitting or standing at the Weasley family picnic. Of course, being such a prominent family now, the whole of the wizarding world came.
Molly Weasley bustled around as usual, her silver hair stark among the mostly red-haired people. George and Katie were there with their three kids Maria, fifteen, Samantha, thirteen, and Charlie, who was six. Fred and Hermione were there with the twins, Jesse and Justin, who were eleven. Ron had arrived with Luna shortly after, along with Selena, their only child, at four. Bill and his red-headed companion, a Romanian witch named Ziven, had arrived at the same time as Percy and Penelope, who were childless, with their children, Casey, sixteen, Brayden, twelve, and Shawn, eight.
Though at the same time celebrating the return to Hogwarts of Maria, Casey and Samantha, as well as Harry and Ginny's children Lily, who was going into her fifth year, and Sirius, who was entering his third, also the first year of Jesse and Justin, they were mourning Charlie, Alicia, and their son Arthur's death, which was guessed to have happened about this time about sixteen years ago. Their son would be eighteen.
James hollered to his mother, "Mum! I want you to meet my girlfriend, Vanessa Longbottom." He introduced Ginny to eighteen-year-old Vanessa. Ginny and Harry smiled.
"Hi Professor Potter." Vanessa said demurely, smiling shyly. 'Hello Mrs. Potter.' She looked rather relieved that she already knew Harry, and that he'd been one of her favourite teachers.
"I know you father rather very well," Harry informed Vanessa, while Ginny nodded. "Your mother too. They had you right out of Hogwarts. Neville came to work beaming. He and Hannah were so pleased." He saw a smile blossom on Vanessa's kind, round face. "You look so much like your father, although you have your mother's hair. Is Neville here?" Vanessa nodded, and motioned to where her father was talking to Parvati Davies.
Harry stood up, and walked over to where Neville and Parvati were talking. "Neville! Parvati! I just met Vanessa, her and my James are dating." He announced proudly. "How's Roger, Parvati? And Lindsay?" At those words, twelve-year-old Lindsay bounded over, her brown plait flying behind her, Lavender Finnegan's daughter Patricia with her.
"Hi Misses Davies and Finnegan, school starts in four days. Excited to go back to Hogwarts?" Harry asked, leaning over. "Yes Professor Potter! We can't wait!" Patricia answered for the two. Harry smiled, "I think Brayden was looking for Patricia a while back. He's over with George, I believe." Seamus' daughter blushed all the way up to the roots of her sandy hair.
Lindsay squealed, and the two scampered away, hunting for the red-haired boy. Harry chuckled, and was about to address Neville, when a little carrot-top girl with wide brown eyes tugged on Harry's sleeve, "Yes Molly?" He asked his ten-year-old daughter. Noticing Neville and Parvati, who had been joined by Lavender, and Seamus, Molly blushed, and ducked behind her father. "Aunt Hermione wants you to come see her."
Harry nodded, and saying goodbye to Neville, Parvati and Lavender Who were still best friends, like their daughters, and had opened a divination shop together. and Seamus, who worked in the department of Wizarding Communication. He walked over to where a highly pregnant Hermione was sitting with Fred. "Hey Hermione. Molly said you wanted to see me?"
"Yeah. Come sit." The now sleek haired 35 year old said, patting the space on the other side of her. Harry complied, and Hermione continued, "Can you believe Jesse an Justin are entering Hogwarts? It seems like just yesterday these two were born. Now it's a new little one." She said patting her stomach. At those words, two boys with their father's auburn hair and their mother's brown eyes appeared at Hermione's elbows.
"Mum. Dad. Uncle Harry! Smashing to see you!" Jesse, Harry thought, exclaimed. "Absolutely spiffy!" Justin gadded. Harry chuckled, "It's like seeing eleven year old Fred and George." Hermione grinned, "But these two don't prank. That's your son Sirius, and George and Katie's Sammy. Those two are inseparable." Harry nodded, "Right you are. James doesn't help out either, him working at WWW. He makes sure Sirius is never short of supplies."
"So that's where all those Canary Creams disappeared to." Fred teased. Harry and Hermione laughed, and Ron walked up with Luna. Selena, their blonde, brown eyed daughter, was perched on one of her dad's massive shoulders. As keeper for the Chudley Cannons, Ron had become a bit of a giant. At 6'6, and 220 pounds, his slight wife who measured 5'4, was dwarfed. "What's so funny?" Ron intoned, his pleasant, deep voice mingling with the laughter.
"We were talking about how innocent we are!" Justin informed Ron. Harry snorted. "My pleasant nephew, you and Jesse are anything but innocent. You have yet to enter Hogwarts." Jesse grinned, "That's when Dad and Uncle George started pranking. Hermione looked alarmed whereas Fred looked elated. "I'll give you some ideas later." Fred hissed in Justin's ear, while keeping an eye on his fierce-looking wife.
Harry chuckled, "Well, I need to see other people. Has anyone see Minerva?" Not waiting for an answer, he strode away seeing his youngest child, five-year-old Beth, tipping precariously on one of the chairs.
"Beth! Honey, you'll give Mummy a heart attack. Come see Daddy." He beckoned. The little raven-haired girl jumped from the chair, and hopped over to her dad. He saw panic in her green eyes. He then noticed she was stiff as a board. Muttering the counter-jinx, he scooped up the trembling little girl up into his arms. "Who did it, Bethy-Bunny?" He asked, trying to calm her down.
"S-s-Sirius." Beth stuttered. She leaned her chin on Harry's shoulder. He smoothed back her black curls, and hunted for his youngest son. Spotting his stick-up red hair, Harry walked briskly to where Sirius and a tousle-haired brunette were head-to-head, snickering. "Sam, Sirius. You two've really scared Beth." Sam and Sirius looked up, bearing identical looks of innocence. But then, Sirius and Sam were nearly identical. Sirius had medium-ish red stick-up hair, and brown eyes. Sam had tousled brown hair she sported in a short bob, and the same brown eyes she shared with Fred, George, and Ginny, to name a few.
"Da-a-ad." Sirius whined, "It wasn't us…" Sam nodded her agreement. "You see Beth here just got in the way of James and Kaida." Harry's lips tightened, he asked, "The two were duelling again? I've warned James not to get on the bad side of Kaida Malfoy." Sam and Sirius nodded, "They were! They were!" Sam exclaimed.
"What is Kaida doing here anyways," He muttered, knowing that though you didn't need an invitation to come to the Weasley Annual Picnic, no dark wizards attended. Though Voldemort had indeed been vanquished, many of his followers were still at large. The second generation.
"I'm here on invitation." Harry heard a voice with a distinct smirk say. How can a voice hold a smirk? He asked himself. Easy if the person's a Malfoy. He found himself turning around to see a pale blonde girl with a natural grace, pale blue eyes, and a sneer that disfigured her otherwise beautiful face. "As are my father and mother."
"Who would invite you?" Harry heard his son James say as he came up behind his father, his arm around Vanessa's waist, who also looked rather upset at seeing Kaida. Harry turned to glare at his son, but Draco Malfoy came up behind his daughter, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"My daughter, myself, and my wife Pansy were invited by Severus Snape." Draco took the pleasure of stating. Harry found himself grinding his teeth. Molly always saw fit to invite Snape, even though Harry and the others were anything but nice and polite to him.
Ginny strode up beside Harry, "What are you doing here?" She spat angrily. "Ginny!" Harry hissed, getting her attention. She turned to her husband, and then noticed he was motioning to the little girl holding her hand. Ten-year-old Molly was clutching her mother's hand. Harry transferred Molly's hand to his own, and shifted Beth to his other shoulder.
"Ah, the family man now I see. Trying to compensate for the fact that you never had one? Or is it that the Weasel is like rabbit, just like her mother. I see she has still managed to retain her small figure. Oh well, it's just a matter of time until she's just as dumpy as her mother." Draco sneered.
Harry held Ginny back, but he too was livid. "You little…" But he was cut short by the scream of terror Vanessa emitted as James, who she had obviously been trying to hold back, but failed, lunged at Draco, "HOW DARE YOU! How dare you talk about my family that way?" He yelled, punching him repeatedly in the face, while Kaida shrieked. Soon a large crowd surrounded the two fighting men.
"Mo'e o'er folks." A rumbling voice said as the owner pushed his way through the growing crowd. "Break it up, yer gonna get 'urt." Hagrid wrenched the two apart, and Ginny, sobbing, ran to James, and began fussing.
"My baby, are you okay? Are you hurt, what did he do to you?" Ginny was shrieking, while Harry comforted the two little girls clinging to him. Sirius was cheering on his older brother, while Lily sniffed loftily, trying to hide a grin. They had all rushed over, of course.
"I'll kill you Malfoy!" Ginny shrieked as she rounded on Draco, who was sporting a black eye. Molly sr. had just judged that James had a broken arm.