Harry lay in his gold and scarlet bed. His wife, Ginny lay next to him. She was sleeping peacefully.
Harry felt happier then he had a moment before. Ginny was nine months along with their third child. With James and Albus, Ginny had barely gotten any sleep because the two of them had kept her up at night. Especially when it had come very close to Ginny's due date.
But now it was a little joke between him and Ginny that this next child was a girl, because this one didn't even bother Ginny. In fact Ginny thought this pregnancy was a breeze compared to James and Albus.
But even though Ginny was sleeping peacefully, Harry was still worried. Now it was his turn to not get any sleep, because Ginny's due date was within a week. Harry knew Ron was awake two, because Hermione's due date was a few days after Ginny's.
It was at times like these that Harry wished he had someone to talk to. Even though he and Arthur were as close as father and son, it would be a little weird to talk about Ginny's new baby, especially when Arthur had always been very overprotective of Ginny. The same went for Ginny's brothers so that ruled out the rest of the Weasley family.
Hermione would be an awful choice because she would immediately start on a lecture about how Harry could talk to anyone about anything and he was just being thick. He would have loved to talk to Ginny about this but it seemed to be a son to dad type of conversation. And that meant that there was no one to talk to.
So Harry acted like he could talk to his dad just by thinking of what he wanted to say. He never thought of what his dad would say, but he did like the fact of thinking someone could hear him. And that always made Harry feel better.
Harry stiffened as Ginny shifted in her sleep. She was mumbling something Harry couldn't hear. He hoped she was okay. He really did worry about her. He could hardly believe that he and Ron still went to work, but Ginny and Hermione had pushed them to stay at work and to not take a leave.
A small cry came from the next room, causing Harry to jump. He had completely forgotten that he also had to keep an eye on his other kids too. Well at least Albus. Even at age 3, James was able to sleep through the night without waking up. But Al was only two and very skittish.
Harry quickly ran to Albus's room. The inside of the room was pale green, with a small wooden crib, and changing table. Albus's toys were scattered throughout the room, but Harry didn't trip over anything as he ran to his son.
Al's emerald eyes were already full of tears waiting for someone to come. No doubt he had had another nightmare. But when he saw Harry his eyes lit up and he started giggling playfully.
Harry smiled and lifted up Albus. It still scared Harry how much Albus resembled him. Everything, even Lily's eyes, was present in this little life.
Harry took baby Al in his arms, and brought him to the rocking chair. Trying to rock him to sleep, Harry said nothing. He only looked into his son's eyes, knowing how much he would risk for Albus if he had to.
For a while Albus just giggled in Harry's arms, but slowly he began to fall asleep. But soon after Albus went to dreamland, Harry joined him. Both of them, father and son, curled up together in the rocking chair, were swiftly on the way to the places they wanted to be.
And that was how Ginny found them. Two lives, intertwined forever.
As father and son.
Okay guys if anyone out there remembers this story sorry i took it down. I wanted to fix some things but i never did. So it's just going to go back up and stay on the story list. So enjoy. And please R&R
