Hey, guys, it's me again!!

I've been putting off this fic for ages now, but seeing as the end is oh, so near, I figured that I'd just stop planning and just jump into the middle of everything. I hope you all like this one!

Disclaimer: I have no idea if Snape's good or evil, so I guess that doesn't make me JKR.

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Chapter I:
Hermione's Birthday


"Harry!"

He looked up from the stack of reports sitting on his desk. There, in the doorframe, stood Ginny, lips pursed, arms crossed.

"Yes…?" he said uncertainly, putting down Daryl Landcaster's report on the capture of Jason Maller.

"Tomorrow's the nineteenth."

He blinked. "Er…that's nice."

"Oh, honestly, Harry," his wife rolled her eyes. "Tomorrow's Hermione's birthday. Hermione? You know, one of your best friends, Hermione? My brother's wife, Hermione?"

Harry sighed. Ever since their eldest son, James, left for Hogwarts a fortnight ago, his wife had been on edge, constantly worry the boy. Even though he was the head of the Aurors, Harry dared not to inform her that she was behaving like an uptight Hermione.

Ginny's lips relaxed and her arms fell to her sides as she shot an apologetic glance his way. "Sorry, it just that…the kids are growing up so fast and the girls'll be starting in a few years and it's just so…"

"Really? Five isn't enough for you?" Harry questioned with a hearty chuckle.

"They grow up so quickly…" she said emphatically, her eyes gazing at him earnestly.

"Do you want to make another one?" he glanced at his watch. "I think I may have thirty minutes to spare…"

Thwak!

"Guess not…"

Ginny laughed. Harry grinned, rubbing his shoulder.

"Anyway, I have to get to work," she leaned forward and gave him a soft peck on the lips. She started away but stopped at the doorway. "Oh, seeing as it's your day at home, why don't you clean out the attic?"

"Aw, Gin."

"Thanks, hon," she grinned cheekily before hurrying down the hall to take the kids to school.

Harry sighed and downed the last cold drops of coffee in his "Number 1 Dad" mug before pushing out of his chair and making his way up to the attic.

"Happy birthday!"

Crackers exploded and sparks filled the air as Hermione Granger blew out the candies on top of a three layer triple chocolate cake. The children cheered and ran forward to give her hugs and wet kisses. The younger ones gazes in awe at the towering pastry, eyes glued on the velvety icing.

"Come along, dears," plump Mrs. Weasley called from the kitchen. "Come help Granny with the plates!"

The children ran off with the eldest Weasley child, Andrew, in the lead (quite pleased with himself since James was off at the big magical school).

"Aw, they're so cute," Hermione sighed with motherly content, as the line of bobbing red, dark hair, and light brown hair trooped into the kitchen, leaving the four adults for a quick moment to themselves.

"Sure," Ron grumbled, swiping a bit of icing off a corner of the cake.

She laughed. "Okay, they're cute when they're not running around in giant spider costumes Fred and George gave them for Christmas."

"Aw, ickle Ronnikins needs super Hermione to save him from the rampaging spiders?" Ginny teased with good nature.

"Shut up, Gin," Ron grumbled again.

"Hey, guys," Harry quickly intervened (even though they were adults, Ron and Ginny were still prone to relapse into their legendary Weasley duels from time to time). "Look what I found when I was cleaning out the attic!"

He pulled an old leather-bound book out from behind the tower of wrapped gifts and ceremoniously gave it to Hermione.

"Oh Merlin," Ron declared. "I thought you said you lost it."

"Apparently, the good wife does have some sense," Harry said as he wrapped an arm around Ginny. "It was at the bottom of some old boxes from years ago.

The quartet's faces lit up as they opened the book to their past.

Well, that's chapter one!

The chapters get a lot more interesting from here, I promise!!

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Smilingly yours,
Chikin Wang