A/N: Sorry, the first chapter didn't have a disclaimer so here we go…
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Chapter 2
The next page brought a mixture of emotions for Harry.
They were baby photos…of him.
There was the ripped picture of him on a toy broomstick he had found at Sirius' house…
There he was, only days old, eyes starting to turn green; there he was, sitting in a high chair, mashing a piece of birthday cake in his baby hands; there he was riding on James' shoulders, almost knocking himself out on a lampshade; there he was, arms round the cat's middle , as it struggled desperately to get free.
It was hard to imagine that that was him. For one thing, the giggling baby did not have a lightning scar on his forehead, nor enough hair to resemble Harry's scruffy, untamed style.
For another, he didn't have any recollection of the moments the pictures captured – it was like looking into another world.
"That's you, isn't it, Daddy?" asked Lily.
Harry nodded. "Before Voldemort killed Grandma and Grandad and I went to live with your Great-Aunt and –Uncle."
Harry still used Voldemort's name. Ginny (and most of the other Weasleys) were still a little uncomfortable with it, but Ron and Hermione were more understanding and tried to name him properly. Because of this, Harry's children called Voldemort mostly as their dad did. Rose and Hugo called him Voldemort less, but Harry didn't mind. Lord Voldemort was no more – he wasn't going to start an argument over something as stupid as a dead Dark wizard's name. He was no longer to be feared, so Dumbledore's motto – "Fear of the name increases fear of the thing itself" – wasn't applicable.
Harry had never been so glad to find out that something Albus Dumbledore had said was (effectively) wrong.
The next part of the album was of Ginny's family. The first picture was of Molly and Arthur on their wedding day.
Mrs Weasley (as Harry still called her in his head) looked absolutely on top of the world. Their wedding had been in Voldemort's regime, but there wasn't anything to suggest this – all the faces visible were bright, happy, laughing.
A picture of Bill as a baby followed the wedding one, a chubby-faced, blue-eyed baby waving his arms about, the rest of him wrapped in a blue shawl.
Mrs Weasley was holding him and every so often he would grab some of her reddy-brown hair. Harry remembered his children, nieces and nephews doing exactly the same.
It must be a baby thing, he decided.
Next was a photograph of Bill and Charlie – Bill about 3 and Charlie, 1. They were building a tower with slow-flashing coloured toy bricks. With each flash, they would change colour, and the two boys would laugh and knock the tower down.
"I used to play with them at Grandma's house!" exclaimed Lily.
"I think she originally bought them for Bill, and then everyone used them," replied Harry.
There were a few more photos of Bill and Charlie, sometimes with their parents, sometimes not. Then came three or four of Percy – looking very odd without his glasses – and a family photo outside the Burrow.
Arthur and Molly sat on a bench with Percy clutched between them. He looked about 1.
Bill and Charlie (5 and 3) stood in front of their parents, with their hair combed and wearing their best clothes. They obviously didn't like being dressed like that because as soon as the camera flashed they started poking each other, then ran off around the garden.
"They were quite rebellious!" smiled Harry. "Percy's the only child behaving himself!"
True to his later personality, Percy sat remarkably still for a baby and quietly watched his brothers dash about.
Lily smiled and turned the page, where she was greeted by the twins' mysterious grins.
"Uncle Fred and Uncle George," she said, with a tinge of sadness in her voice. "I wish I could have met Uncle Fred."
"I wish you could have done too," replied Harry.
Your Uncle George isn't quite how he was without him.
"When did Uncle Fred die?" asked Lily quietly.
"When I was 17 – you weren't born," replied Harry, just as quietly.
"He never knew about me, or James, or Albus, or Rose, or Hugo…?"
Lily was close to tears.
"He didn't know about any of your cousins or brothers, no," replied Harry as gently as he could. He squeezed his daughter's middle.
"He knew Uncle Bill and Aunt Fleur were married and that Teddy was born, though. And he probably guessed that me and your mum would end up married…"
Lily nodded and brushed away her tears.
If Fred can see us now, Harry thought. I hope he knows we all miss him. I hope he knows that his nieces and nephews love him, even though none of them have ever met him. And above all, I hope he knows Voldemort is never going to terrorise his family again…
Once Lily had recovered herself, they carried on flipping through the album.
They passed Fred and George many times, often playing tricks on people.
Then Ron appeared in photos. Harry picked out one – a bright-red-haired toddler clutching a teddy bear (was it the same one Fred and George had turned into a spider?). That one always made Harry laugh.
"Your Uncle Ron always tried to get rid of that one," he told Lily. "Good job Ginny hid it!"
Lily laughed along with him, then jabbed her finger at a baby girl, balanced on her mother's knee, surrounded by her five elder brothers.
"It's Mum!" she shouted.
"Too right!" Harry smiled.
In this photo, Bill looked about 11 – had he already started at Hogwarts? – Charlie was about 8, waving at the camera; Percy was 5, still not wearing any glasses!! ; Fred and George still looked toddlers; and Ron must only have been one because Ginny only looked a few months old.
The next photos were normal family ones – birthdays, Christmases, first days at Hogwarts…
It was genuinely like … well … magic, watching the Weasley children grow and become who Harry now knew.
He saw Percy getting his glasses, saw Bill becoming a prefect and Head Boy, saw Charlie in Quidditch team photos, a shiny Captain badge on his robes in the later ones; saw Fred and George fooling around on their broomsticks – how odd George must look to Lily, with two ears! (Harry's children had never known their Uncle George any other way, but Harry was still getting used to how George now looked. He tried not to stare at George, but didn't know if he actually succeeded.)
Some of the last Weasley photos were of them in Egypt – Fred and George trying to shut Percy in a pyramid, Bill talking with some Egyptian wizards, Harry's thirteenth birthday present Sneakoscope whistling and spinning next to Bill's soup, that Harry knew had beetles in, and finally the Daily Prophet photo of all the Weasleys and Scabbers - a.k.a Peter Pettigrew .
Him again!
Harry didn't want Wormtail in his head yet again, so he turned the page.
A/N: Hope you liked it! Tell me what you think I did well and what I can improve.
Next chapter is still being written so I don't know when it will be on!!!
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