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A Name To Live Up To: Chapter One


Harry woke up to the smoke charm screeching through the house on his birthday, four weeks after Hogwarts let out. He sat bolt upright, startled, and looked over at Ginny, who was staring around, confused.

"C'mon," said Harry, "Give you three guesses as to what happened."

"Same routine every year," she said with a smile. "You know they love you right?"

"Of course," replied Harry, "But sometimes I think they try to test my patience."

They got out of bed, put on their slippers, and walked downstairs, where they found six kids scrambling around in the kitchen. Harry walked to the center of the room, pointed his wand at the ceiling, and shouted, "Silencio!"

They room went immediately quiet, and not just because Harry had silenced the Smoke Charm. He looked around at his children.

"Alright," he said, "Who did it?"

The children stood stock-still. Then, all at once, they pointed to one another and yelled, "He did it!" or "She did it!"

"I did not!" they all yelled in unison.

"Oh really?" said Harry, with a twinkle in his eye. " Because I just wanted to tell them that they are the most thoughtful of you lot, to come down here and try to make me a birthday breakfast."

"I did it!" they all yelled, and ran to hug their father. Harry hugged them back and then leaned away. "Thank you all!" he said.

After the fiasco at breakfast was cleared up, Harry sent his children up to their rooms to get cleaned up, while he and Ginny snuck back upstairs for some more shut-eye.

It had been twenty years since Harry had defeated Voldemort in his seventh year. He had married Ginny a few years later, when he was twenty and she was nineteen, starting this huge family. They had six children: Jessica, who was fifteen; Lilith, who was thirteen; Bailey, who was twelve; Reagan, who was eleven; and Derek and Peyton, who were six.

First had come Jessica Alumit, daddy's little girl. She had always been a happy baby, if not somewhat controlling. It was either her way or the highway.

When Jessica was two, they had Lilith Harper. Lilith was beautiful and looked astonishingly like her dad. Many guys had chased after her, only to get their hearts broken.

One year after her came Bailey Morgan. A strong-willed and outgoing girl, she was never one to sit around while other people had fun. She was always the center of attention school and was very popular.

One year after Bailey, Reagan Paisley came along. Reagan was quiet and always hid her meanings in riddles and fancy words. She seemed to have a connection with her dad that none of the other children shared, and she liked that.

Then came the twins, when Reagan was five. Derek Fabian, who was eighteen minutes older, was very athletic and competitive. He dreamed of someday being a famous Quidditch player. His identical twin, Peyton Giddeon, was a little quieter and a bit better behaved. He was very smart but had a terrible temper.

All in all, the formed the Potter family, who were there for each other and triumphed over those that stood in their way.

But Harry and Ginny weren't the only ones that were busy with children. Ron and Hermione had gotten married when they were twenty-five, and they had three rugrats of their own.

The oldest was Carter Benjamin, who was eleven. He and his father were so alike in personality it was frightening.

After him came Paige Kendra, who was eight and exactly like her mother.

And the youngest was Basil Barnabus, who was four. He was kind of caught in the middle.

Since it was Harry's birthday, the whole family was coming over for the "surprise" party that Ginny had set up. Well, except for Charlie. He and his family lived in Romania and couldn't get off work.

So Ginny was cleaning like a madwoman and nobody knew why until there was a knock on the door. Harry answered it.

"Bill? What are you doing here?"

"Harry, can't a guy come visit his only sister and her husband, whose birthday just happens to be today?"

"Bill! You made it! Oh and Phle- um, Fleur. You're here too," said Ginny.

"Of course," said Fleur. "You deed not just espet me to seet around ze 'ouse while 'Arry 'ad a birthdee deed you?"

"No, no," said Ginny, sounding a bit annoyed. "Oh and here are the kids!"

Bill and Fleur had three children. There was Jean Claude, who everyone called J.C. Since he was twenty, he was out of Hogwarts and worked at Gringotts like his parents. Then there was Winnifred Marie, who was called Winnie. She was seventeen and in her final year at Beauxbatons. And there was, of course, the youngest, Beau Michel. He was only nine and hadn't started school yet.

"How are you Aunt Ginny?" asked J.C.

"Oh just fine dear," replied Ginny.

"'Appy birthdee Uncle 'Arry," said Winnie.

"Thank you Winnie," said Harry. " Maybe we could move into the living room? I hear someone knocking on the door again."

And sure enough, "Ron! Hermione! Come in, come in," could be heard from the doorway.

"Oh Harry! Lovely to see you," said Hermione as she hugged him.

"It's been a long time mate," said Ron, shaking his hand.

"Happy birthday Uncle Harry," the children chorused.

"Thanks kids," he replied, as someone else banged on the door.

Harry answered it to find eleven people standing on the front stoop. It was Fred, George, and both of their families that stood there, smiling at Harry.

Fred had married Angelina Johnson. After about two years of marriage, they had adopted twins, Hank Curtis and Ralph Craig, who were fourteen. When the twins were two, Fred and Angelina had a son, Theodore Jordan, who was twelve. He was called T.J. by his friends, Theo by his relatives, and Teddy by his grandmother. Then, when he was three, they had Zachary Lee, who was nine. He was called Zach.

George had married Katie Bell. They had three sons: Lawrence Jacob was fifteen, Shawn Paul was thirteen, and Brandon Joseph was three. Lawrence was called Larry, Shawn was called Shawn, and Brandon was called B.J. by some of the kids.

"Come on in you guys," said Harry.

"Finally Harry!" exclaimed George.

"Yeah, we thought you were gonna leave us out here to rot!" said Fred.

"'Course not," said Harry. "So, how's business?"

"Business is booming, as usual," said Fred.

"Of course it's a lot better now that we have our own private advertisers at the school, eh boys?" added George.

"Yes Dad," or "Sure Dad" the boys called out.

Their wives just rolled their eyes, wished Harry a happy birthday, and went off to talk to Hermione and Ginny.

"I guess that's everyone," said Harry.

"Not quite," said Ginny behind him.

"Who's left?" asked Harry.

"Percy."

"Aw Gin, you didn't…"

"Yes I did. It's not fair to not invite him. He's part of the family too."

"Number one, life isn't fair. And number two, he wasn't so keen on being part of the family a few years back."

"Oh Harry, that's passed now. Won't you just let it go?"

"No I bloody well won't!" said Harry as he walked away.

There was a knock on the door.

Ginny answered it.

"Percy! Penelope!"

Percy had married Penelope Clearwater, the only woman who had ever loved him. They had two children: a boy, Lester Franz who was seventeen; and a girl, Lindsey Rachel, who was sixteen.

"Oh I'm so glad you all could come," said Ginny.

"We're not," said Fred.

Just as Percy was walking in, three other figures appeared at the door.

"Mum? Dad?"

"Ginny! Dear, how are you?" asked Molly.

"But I thought you said you couldn't make it," said Ginny.

"We did, but something came up," said Arthur.

"Oh? What was that?"

They both stepped out of the doorway to reveal a fifteen-year-old teenager. She had a bob-cut of red hair and mischievous blue eyes. She had a nose ring and ten piercings up her left ear. There were none on her right.

It was Charlie's daughter, Tuesday Leanne.

"Tuesday! What are you doing here?" asked Ginny.

"Oh I got here two days ago. Daddy arranged transportation. He figured someone from the family should be here," Tuesday replied.

Charlie lived in Romania with his wife Maricara. She was a Romanian witch he had met while studying dragons. Tuesday was their oldest. After her there was Aden Gregory, who was twelve; Hogan Hunter, who was ten; Petar Andrei, who was nine, and Mihas Ioan, who was five.

"How are your brothers Tues'?" asked Harry, eyeing her earrings. There seemed to be more and more every time Harry saw her.

"Just fine," she answered. "And chill about the jewels Uncle Harry," she whispered.

"Chill?" Harry asked, "Jewels?"

She laughed. "Get with the times Uncle Harry!" she said as she walked off.

"How can her parents let her do that?" asked Harry.

"Oh Harry, it's their culture. You know Maricara's got about fifty of those," replied Ginny.

"But—"

"Harry how goes it?"

"Arthur! It's great to see you. Everything's fine."

"Glad to hear it, glad to hear it," replied Mr. Weasley.

They both turned to walk away, but something caught Harry's eye.

"Neville?"

"Harry!"

"What are you doing here?"

"Well we were just in the neighborhood…"

Harry eyed him.

"Okay, okay. So we were invited."

"But we really were in town," said Neville's wife, Luna Lovegood.

Neville and Luna had fallen in love during seventh year and had gotten married around one year after Harry and Ginny. But they had waited a while to have children. Ginny said it was because of both their tragic pasts concerning their parents that they had wanted to make sure they would be able to stick around for any children they might have. Anyway, they had one child, a daughter, Joan Alexandra. She was eleven.

"Luna! Didn't see you there. How are you?" asked Harry.

"Fine, but as I was saying, we really were in town you know. We ran into Ginny at the super market and she told us all about the party. Even invited us, so, here we are."

"Well, I'm pleased you could make it," said Harry, "Hey, where's Joan?"

"I'm here Mr. Harry," replied a small voice from behind Neville.

"Joan, how many times do I have to tell you? Call me Uncle Harry!"

"I'm sorry. I'll remember from now on."

"Good," replied Harry.

"Where's Reagan?" asked Joan.

"Over next to Carter."

"Thanks," she replied.

"Anytime," said Harry.

After everyone was settled and lunch had been served, they had cake and presents. Harry got everything he wanted and was thankful that everyone he loved was there to share this special time with him. All in all, he had a fairly decent birthday.

And then there was a knock at the door. Ginny went to answer it. She screamed from the living room. Harry stood up and rushed to the door to find…

Lupin and Tonks.

"There's the man of the hour!" cried Lupin, holding out a hand. Harry shook it, "Remus! You didn't tell me you were coming!"

"It was Nymphadora's idea."

"Don't call me Nymphadora, Remus. It's Tonks," said Tonks.

"But your surname isn't Tonks anymore dear," replied Remus.

"Okay… um… Fine, Dora then."

"Alright. Dora it is," said Remus.

"Isn't compromising fun?" asked Fred. Ginny elbowed him in the ribs.

"Tonks? Where are the girls?" Hermione asked.

"I'm…not sure? Remus? Have you seen the little curtain climbers?" said Tonks.

"Odessa! Kymira!" called Lupin.

"Coming!" came two small voices from the back of the room.

Lupin and Tonks had been married almost eighteen years and had two daughters. Odessa Voya, the oldest, was twelve-years-old. Her younger sister, Kymira Repleke, was seven.

They were both mischievous.

"There you are! Now why don't you wish Harry a hap— Kymira stop that!"

Kymira was a Metamorphmagus, just like her mother. She had morphed her head to look like her father's, put on an angry face, and started mouthing the words "blah blah blah" while looking out at the whole family.

Fred and George laughed and yelled, "She's a natural!"

"Sorry Daddy," Kymira said, morphing back into herself.

"Yes well, as I was saying, why don't you wish your Uncle Harry a happy birthday?"

"Happy birthday Uncle Harry!" they both cried in unison.

"Thank you girls," said Harry with a smile.

The crowd dispersed and Harry walked off to speak with Tonks.

"I guess we know where they get all their tricks from," he told her.

"Well I hope it doesn't become a habit. I try to set a good example, but my DNA is definitely there," she replied.

"Don't worry about it. They're good girls."

"I know," Tonks said with a sigh, as she walked off.

This has been the craziest birthday ever, thought Harry as he smiled.

A couple of weeks later, Ginny took all the kids to Diagon Alley for school shopping. It was Reagan's first year and she wanted everything to be perfect. And the day was going well. They had stopped for ice cream before going to look at wands, but they ran into someone unexpected.

Draco Malfoy.


A/N: There's the first chapter. I'm working on trying to make this one flow better, so expect that first.

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