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The next morning, Harry was the first one up. Seeing as Ginny was still in a deep sleep though, he decided not to wake her like he normally would. He poured a cup of coffee and put a warming spell on it quickly before he heard six pairs of footsteps on the stairs. Soon, his three children were standing in front of him. "Goodmorning Daddy!!" They chorused. "Morning, kids." He replied back casually. "Where mummy?" Asked Lily, taking a seat at the kitchen table, ready to be served her usual breakfast of toast, eggs, and bacon. Harry smiled and James and Albus's heads. "She should be up soon you all. She wasn't feeling to good last night and she's-" "-Right here," replied Ginny as she walked down the wooden steps. She smiled brightly at her children and kissed Harry on the cheek before insisting he sit down and beginning breakfast. Harry and the kids talked for about ten minutes before Ginny handed them their plates and they began eating. Ginny sat beside them, though without a plate. Her oldest son, James, who was now thirteen years old, found this odd. "Mum?" He asked quietly. "Hmph?" Ginny replied. "Why aren't you eating mum? Breakfast is your favorite you love bacon." Ginny nodded and smiled. "I'm just feeling a little under the weather is all, I should be as good as new in no time though." She winked at him but James wasn't stupid, and he realized why she was upset, but honestly he'd never heard the story before either. Maybe he'd ask Ginny later. He resolved that she needed to talk about it.
Later on, when Harry was at work and James had gone to Diagon Alley, Ginny was sitting in the living room with Albus. Lily had been asleep for a few hours now, considering they'd played some Quidditch right after breakfast. "Mummy?' Albus asked quietly, as though he was scared he'd frighten a cat. "Yes Al?" Ginny replied, half knowing what was coming, half wondering. "Can you remember when you were a kid?" Ginny was taken aback at this, of course she did and al knew that." "Honey...I-" "Well, mum I mean, do you remember Granddad?" A few tears rolled down her cheek before she answered, but Ginny replied. "Of course I do Al....how could I not?" Al jumped in her lap and she rested her head on top of his. He was crying too and sobbed into her shoulder loudly. He sounded like a wounded dog, he'd never met his Grandfather and Ginny knew that was hard for of all her children, Albus was Ginny's thinker, and just hearing stories about how his Granddad was so wonderful, upset him. He'd asked his mum countless times before why he was gone. But honestly, Ginny couldn't answer.