Love Generation

Song: Love Generation

Artist: Bob Sinclar

Character(s): Harry Potter

"Just look to the rainbow you will see,
The sun will shine 'till eternity
I've got so much love in my heart
No one can tear it apart"

Harry Potter sat on the rocking chair. In his arms he held a small bundle wrapped in pink blankets. The infant's nose twitched as the sun's rays began to makes its way through the window next to them. He had rocked the baby girl to sleep just two hours ago and could not stop staring at her. Finally, he tore his eyes away from the baby girl and looked at his wife, who was now curled up on her side, facing him, and snoring softly. He smiled at the thought of her soft snores. She never believed him when he decided to tell her that she snored. He was always tempted to buy a muggle recording device so that he could let her hear it for herself. But as he watched her sleep, he decided it was best that only he knew about it. He preferred it that way.

The baby in his arms began to stir but only to snuggle a little closer to her father and he held her as close as was possible without hurting her. Her birth had been one traumatic experience for Harry and Ginny. Ginny had gone into labor, two months before her due date. They, along with the rest of the family, were scared of what was going to happen.

They were not able to make it to St. Mungo's on time, and therefore decided to call the Healer to their home. Their healer, Susan MacMillan, was worried that the baby was not going to make it if they didn't take Ginny to St. Mungo's. The baby's heart beat was dropping and it looked like the umbilical cord was wrapped around her neck. According to Susan, they needed to do what muggles called a C-Section. Unfortunately, she didn't have the proper tools. But, thanks to a rather disheveled and anguished Molly Weasley, Susan was forced to ask a couple of colleagues to arrive at the Potter home and to bring as many tools as they could carry to perform the C-section that was needed. Thankfully, with some begging from Ginny, Susan managed to untangle the baby from the umbilical cord and Ginny was able to deliver the baby safely. Once she was born, Susan and the other healers wanted to take her to St. Mungo's immediately, which they did even if the Potters and Weasleys did not approve. Ginny was also rushed to St. Mungo's to double check that she was okay. After weeks at St. Mungo's, baby Lily was released and sent home. She was a beautiful and healthy baby. The family couldn't have been happier.

As he thought through those stressful weeks, he saw Ginny sit up on the bed. "How long have you been awake?" She asked him as she rubbed her eyes.

"Two hours," Harry said as he made his way over to the bed and sat next to Ginny. "She began crying and I thought she was hungry. But apparently all she wanted was her daddy."

Ginny smiled at him. Lately, all she did was smile. Whenever she saw Harry with Lily, whenever she saw James and Albus with their baby sister. Whenever she saw George with Lily, making his funny faces and telling her jokes that she couldn't possibly understand. Although she knew George was now happy, married and with a family of his own, she knew he was still hurting more than anyone. So, when he smiled, she couldn't help but smile.

Ginny, Harry, and baby Lily laid together as the morning wore on and suddenly there was a soft knock on their bedroom door.

"Mummy," It was Albus' voice, and soon enough, the door was opening slowly and his little head popped around the door, looking over at them with his big green eyes.

"Hey there little guy," Ginny giggled as her youngest son toddled over to her as fast as he could. She embraced him and even though she was still sore from the labor, she managed to lift him onto her lap.

"Daddy!" James yelled as he ran into the room and hurried over to his father's side of the bed.

"James!" Harry scolded lightly, "Your sister is sleeping, please don't yell."

"I'm sorry," The words didn't come from the three year old, but instead from the woman at the door, "I tried to stop them, but they're tricky little monsters."

"It's okay," Ginny laughed, "I'm sorry you had to keep them over night. We were just so tired and we couldn't bring ourselves to pick them up from your place."

"Thank you, Verity," Harry looked up at the woman and smiled.

"It was no problem. They're a great joy to have around. Plus, Caela and Coel enjoyed their company." Verity laughed as she began to remember the mischief her kids and the Potter kids created at her home.

"Well, if you would all excuse me, I need to take a shower, maybe a bath. I can't stay like this all day." Ginny said as she began to tickle the two year old on her lap who refused to let her go.

Ginny made her way to the adjoined bathroom as Harry put Lily in the bassinet next to their bed. The boys scrambled to the bassinet, making sure not to tip it over and looked at their little sister. They never found her boring. Surprisingly, they could sit for hours just staring at her, even when she was sleeping.

With Harry's permission, Verity walked into the room and sat on the arm chair by the fireplace.

"So, how are the terrible two?" Harry laughed at the thought of Verity's twins as he sat on the arm chair in front of her.

"They're good. Although, I am not enjoying the age they're in. They give a new meaning to, terrible twos." Verity shuddered as she imagined the wreck she'd find her home in when she returned. Her husband was never good at giving the twins discipline. "How are you guys?"

"We're good," Harry sighed, "Three is a lot of work. I'm sure you gathered as much when we asked you to take the boys for the day."

"Yup, I figured as much," Verity laughed as she patted her stomach, "I cannot wait." She finished sarcastically.

"But it's all worth it, you'll see," Harry said as he leaned over and rubbed her small, protruding belly, "Let's just hope it doesn't turn out to be twins again."

"Don't joke, Harry," Verity said seriously, "I don't think I'd be able to handle it."

Harry laughed a little too loudly, which earned him shushing noises from his boys.

"I have a question Harry," Verity said quietly.

"Shoot," Harry waited as Verity seemed to prepare herself to ask her question. She looked quite nervous, even ashamed.

"I was going to ask Ginny, but I figured she would think I was a bad mother or something," Verity said.

"She would never think that of you," Harry assured her.

"Anyways, I was wondering, how can you have enough love in you for three kids?" Verity asked him, looking at him with saddened eyes.

Harry was at a loss for words. He was not sure how to answer her and he was afraid he wouldn't be able to give her a good answer to free her of the shame she was obviously feeling. But as he looked over at his children, he tried his best to explain all love he had in his heart.

"I just do, Verity," Harry said as he took her hand in his, "I'm not sure how to explain it. But all I can think about is what Dumbledore told me back when I was at Hogwarts. The greatest weapon I had against Voldemort was love. The love I had for all my friends and my parents and everyone else, was enough to defeat him. It was enough to do some good in the war. So, I can only imagine that all that love, that great weapon, is enough for three wonderful children. I just feel it in my heart. Every time I see them play, laugh, and even cry, I feel all the love I have for them in my heart."

"Do you think I have enough love for three children?" Verity asked, looking down at her hands, "I mean, I killed someone, doesn't that show something about my character?"

"Verity, you will never be as bad as Voldemort or Mortson. They were both too far gone in their madness to even be considered human. You did what you had to do. Just like me." Harry lifted her chin so that she was now looking at him. "If there's anything I have learned, it's this; I've got so much love in my heart, enough for three, ten, or a hundred children. I know that you do too."

A/N: Verity and Mortson are my own characters. As a matter of fact, so are Aurelia and Coel (Verity's children). Verity and Mortson are from my other story, When Hope Has Failed. When I heard this song, I couldn't help but think of Verity and Harry having this conversation. So I apologize to those who haven't read my other story. Right now, I am in the process of re-writing that story because I feel like I should make it so that it goes with the events of DH. But, again, I have a poll up in my profile in regards to that story. Have a Happy Tuesday everyone! This will be my last chapter for the night. :)