"Good God, why the bloody hell aren't you up yet?" Hermione shouted. Ughhhhh, why did he have to be sorted in Gryffindor?
"Ron, please get off your arse and give me five more minutes of peace," Harry begged his friend. Last night was absolutely horrible as the new baby kept him and Ginny awake at turns almost the whole night. It was bad enough to share a house with two of the Weasleys, but add to the sort a 3-month old baby girl and several heart-stopping days where he thought he would lose Lily forever to sickness, and he almost would've took a Time-Turner to the days when old Moldy Voldy was back.
"Harry, please just tell me you and Ron have not been up late last night drinking because I swear to God the last thing-" Hermione started but Ron then cut her off, "I'm up! I'm up! Let me just get up will you?"
Harry grinned to himself and thought to himself, it was pretty great his two best friends ended up together but one of these days he worries one of them will end each other. Speaking of best friends, where was his beautiful wife? Getting up, he shuffled over to the kitchen, still leaving Ron and Hermione bickering at each other and spotted a ginger-haired huddle at one of the sofas.
"Mornin," he whispered, brushing a kiss to her hair. He sat next to her and gathered her in his arms.
"Hey," she whispered back, both of them turning to look at the baby monitor in front of them. "You know she sleeps for a solid five hours in the morning right?" Harry asked. "I know it's rough but why don't you go take a shower while I watch her for a while, hm? I think Teddy is coming over for babysitting later." The early morning light shone on his wife, showing the deep under eye circles she sported and the clearly exhaustive state she's in.
"I'm so worried about her, Harry, Albus and James never had this problem." Ginny turned to her husband, concern in her eyes. "What if she has some sort of magical problem?" Harry chuckled and replied, "Oh I doubt that. Main reason probably she's just showing early signs of your mother's fussiness," well remembering Molly Weasley's fussiness concerning her children.
Ginny went into a pout and punched harry half-halfheartedly. "Just because my mom was considered a witch capable of hexing the lot of you in one swish doesn't mean our daughter has got the same talent. Besides Potter, I hear your mum was a fierce one too. Why not Lily actually inheriting the traits from the person she got the name from, huh?"
"Touche, Mrs. Potter. I will be sure not to doubt you the next time." Harry smiled gave her a gentle push, "Now go take a shower, beautiful. You may be my wife but I don't think even I can stand that morning breath of yours," he teased. Ginny raised her eyebrows and blew a kiss before walking off.
Harry chuckled again, wondering why he ever decided to trade these days for Voldemort, considering he hadn't felt at peace like this for a long time. Just then Lily began to cry and wave her tiny fists in the air. "I'm coming little one, I'm coming."