Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters; if I did, I'd be filthy, filthy rich and would probably never be on the internet for my gallivanting about the globe and feeding small orphaned children from golden plates.

Author's Note: One of my favorite things to write is dad!Harry; I think he would be an absolutely adorable and somewhat clueless father. So this is a sort of collection of stories as he and Ginny are raising their children. Some will be funny, some will be terrible; I'm not wonderful at writing or anything. Updates will be INCREDIBLY sporadic, sadly—I have a job, a car payment, other adult stuff nobody told me came along with being an adult (how dare they not tell me!). I hope you enjoy!

A/N, Part Deux: Another small note! The title comes from a quote by Frank Sinatra, who told his daughter, Nancy, "I'd turn the world upside down for you." In case you were wondering. le nods*

The trip had been planned for months. Vacation days had been scheduled, bags had been set aside for packing, funds had been allotted; it was a done deal, hook, line, and sinker. But the early arrival of one Albus Severus Potter—one month and four days early, to be exact—had threatened to throw a wrench into the plans. Harry was thoroughly prepared to cancel the trip; he encouraged it in a quiet way, even, but Ginny would have none of it.

"We are going," she had said, and it seemed final.

The night before the departure, he tried to appeal to her worrisome side (surely she had one; she did cry when James stuck a bean too far up his nose and had to be taken to the emergency room). He often found himself the only fretter in a family of carefree—he at once understood his mother-in-law's lifelong plight—and would sometimes appeal to Hermione, who told him on more than one occasion to lighten up, babies fall or cry or run fevers or accidentally turn couch cushions into angry, feral cats sometimes. Nevertheless, he fought valiantly in a losing battle, always going down with poise and dignity.

"We can't take a baby to the beach!" he shouted, flailing his arms.

"And why on Earth not?"

"What-what if he drowns?"

"Oh, good point, sir. Excellent point," said Ginny. "What if my two-week old son drowns?"

Harry crossed his arms, his face nearly smug with satisfactory see-i-bring-up-valid-points-ness.
Ginny's laughter spilled from her lips in short little pffts. "What do you think is going to happen while we're there? Do you think I'm going to chuck him into the ocean or something?"

"No! But-but what if he," he paused, his mind racing through the many surely dangerous beach catastrophes bound to happen. "What if he falls in or the like?"

"Harry. He can't hold his own head up. I find it hard to believe he will walk into the ocean, trip, fall, and drown."

"What if I drop him?"

"You won't drop him!" She sounded exasperated as she pulled back the quilt on the bed. "And you surely won't drop him into the Atlantic."

"Yes, but what if I do?"

She laughed in an I-give-up sort of way, crawling into bed. "What do you want me to say? That I expect you to kill our children? That you're an awful father? I won't."

"That's not-"

"James is a few months shy of three. He hasn't choked, been kidnapped, or been hit by something heavy, Merlin help us. He's only been to St. Mungo's once, and consideri-"

"Once is once too many!"

"Considering," she spoke loudly over him, as if he were an annoying hum in the background. "He is partially Weasley, this is no easy feat. We're doing well. You're doing well."

She rolled over, nestling herself against the pillow and closing her eyes. "You worry too much. Just go to sleep, we have a long day tomorrow."

She put out the light and he was left standing in the dark, the muffled murmurs of his sons' quiet sleeping in his ears, even through the walls of the house.

It's the second one does you in, Bill had told him upon announcing Ginny's delicate condition. The first, you're new and too excited. The second, though, you know what's coming. It's not novel and you find time to be scared of your own damned shadow. You learn, though.

He crawled into bed and thought about maybe a bubble-head charm. Just in case.