The world of Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Dedicated to my sister 3 The one who believed in story and gave it a chance...
Light wind was slowly passing outside. Sun was coming down for the rest and the moon was proudly rising. First stars were already shining on the darkening sky. Street lamps slowly started to light up the street below. All houses showed signs of tired occupants, but not the one on the end of the street. Light from living room was shining brightly. I anyone would pass by, they could see one happy toddler chased by his mother.
"James, c'mon, it's time for bed…"
"No, Mommy! I'm not tiwed!" said much hyped three year old.
"Yes you are mister, now let's go. Unless you want your Daddy to be sad because you didn't listen to your Mommy…" said Ginny.
Three year old James immediately raised hands to be scooped by his mother's arms. Ginny lifted him and passed her hand thru his blackish hair. He has grown so much she thought to herself. It seemed like yesterday that she was saying her yes to Harry, finding out that she was pregnant with little angel that laid in her arms right now. Albus was already in bed, only a year and three months old. They were happy with little family of theirs. Harry told her that he thought he would never survive the hell of the war with Voldemort. Every time that she remembered that her life could be different one, her heart broke. She couldn't imagine her life without Harry. The same words could be told by Harry. Ginny was his everything, his lover, best friend, support, mother of his children, family he never had. She closed her eyes and lightly kissed top of James' head. With that, James snuggled even more into Ginny's embrace.
James and Albus were two different worlds. James was very much like his namesakes. Mischievous character, curious kid that always said yes to challenges. But he was also a boy who would help everyone, boy who loved hugs and kisses from his parents, a boy who loved. Albus, on the other hand, was very quiet kid. Even though he was as curious as James, he found different ways to know the answer. But the difference was that he was completely mother's boy. He adored Ginny in so many ways. He loved when she read good night story, kisses he received alongside his brother every morning, every single hug.
Ginny carefully tucked James in his bed when she turned to leave, she heard small voice from the bed.
"Mummy, story please?" said James with tiredness present on his face.
Ginny smiled while she picked the book. Carefully, she sat down and James snuggled into her embrace. She opened the book and started to read. She didn't have to ask which story she would read. Everyone knew that James would only listen to story of The Wizard and the Hooping Pot.
"Shall we start my young companion?"
He give her sleepy nod and she started the story. That story fascinated her because it showed muggles alongside wizards. She agreed with standing that we all should help each other, but she also knew that there were still those who would disagree with her immediately. She was reading, but when she came to the middle of the story, she looked down. James was fast asleep, his mouth slightly open and his body relaxed. She carefully slipped out of the bed, bent down to kiss his head and brought book to its previous place on shelf. When she was at the door, she turned to look at James one more time. He was spread at his back, right leg and arm falling from the bed. She chuckled and turned to leave. As quite as she could, she closed the door. Slowly she went to check up on Albus. While James slept on his back, just like his father, Albus laid like her. He was curled on his left side facing the door of the nursery. His thumb was placed in his mouth, and mobile over the crib still played lullaby. She exited Albuses' room the same way she did with James'. She slowly went toward the kitchen. Their life was going great. Wonderful actually. She stopped at the picture of her and Harry's wedding. She wore simple white dress that went till her knees. Veil was made by her mother from her own wedding dress. Bouquet was made from freshly picked white and pink roses from her own home. No makeup was visible on her face, Harry asked her for that favour. According to him, she was even more beautiful without it. Harry was standing on her left. He wore simple black robes with emerald green tide that went with his eyes. His hair was tousled by light wind and he would occasionally kiss Ginny's top of the head. It was perfect day. Only their family was present with few close friends. Her happiest memory was speech that was given by Harry. He told her and guests about his love for her. Every single word was filled with love, passion and gentleness. Soft smile came to her lips when she remembered afterward of the speech.
She slowly went down the stairs and she entered the kitchen. She picked up a cup and went to prepare the tea for herself. Harry was late again from his work. She knew that his job could be exhausting for both sides of the family, but she respected it, even though she sometimes wanted that Harry will find quite job, not the one that could easily kill you.
Clock shoved half past nine. He should have been home an hour ago. She just went to prepare the water when she heard knocking on the front door. She immediately went still. It wasn't in Harry's stile to knock on the door. She warily took her wand and went toward the door.
"I love you so much…"
"Mmmm" said muffled voice.
Ron was cosily lying on his bed with Hermione positioned on his bare chest. They enjoyed in peace while they could. Rose was at her grandparents' for a weekend so he and Hermione could rest themselves. This day was good. They relaxed in bed, had a warm bath together, and they again went into bed.
"We should do this more often…" mumbled Hermione.
"Oh, I agree" said Ron.
"You know, I was thinking" she said straightening herself up.
"What?" he asked confused.
"I- I was thinking, maybe, I mean if you want…" she bit her lip "try for another baby? Ron?"
He didn't answer immediately. There was a thought running thru his head. They had their Rose just a year and few months ago, were they ready? He knew that the same age gap was between his nephews, James and Albus, but Harry and Ginny knew exactly what they were doing. They were experts. While him and Hermione were… still learning. He spoke with Harry in one occasion and Harry said to him that parenthood is simply described as the most beautiful hell. At first, he thought that Harry was overreacting, but now… only thing he could do is simply agree with him. He loved Rose and wouldn't let her go even if his own life depended on it, but sometimes… Then he imagined little boy, with his red hair, and his mother's warm brown eyes running outside in the garden. Laughter all around, serenity that comes with it.
"Ron?" Hermione's voice came thru his consciousness.
He looked up and saw her anxious face. He scooped it in his hands and gave her light kiss on her lips.
"Let's do it" he went to kiss her once again when he heard tapping noise on the bedroom window.
"Bloody bird" he growled.
"Don't swear Ronald!" Hermione said playfully.
He kissed her once again when tapping noise repeated. Ron annoyingly stood up and went toward the window. He let equally annoyed bird inside and took the letter that she was carrying. He absently gave treat and looked at the letter. It had ministry's stamp on it. To be specific, the one from the aurors' office. He frowned ignoring Hermione's question and opened it. He should be on leave for rest of the month which meant that something serious have happened. He read thru letter until his eyes hadn't stopped on so familiar address. Blood from his face disappeared immediately, while Hermione went to hold him up.
"Ron, what happened, you are scaring me!" she said franticly.
Ron could just blankly watch in paper in his hands. Hermione took it from him and started to read. She understood why Ron had such strong reaction. In the letter was written about a murder that happened in so familiar address for them…
AN: So here you go! this is the first chapter of the story! I hope you liked it and you'll gave it a chance... If you find any grammar mistakes, please don't be harsh, everyone could occasionally make some mistakes. I'll post future chapters every Tuesday and Thursday! Till the next chapter, your E.P.o.A!