Disclaimer. As usual I don't own Harry Potter, or any of the characters, things, or animals, that are mentioned in the Harry Potter books, I do how ever own the plot in this little venture into the Potter verse.

Chapter 4

Neville and Luna

The Granger and Potter families decided to spend their first full day together in the small Village of Godrics Hollow, it was just about the smallest magical village in the country and after only a short walk they were reaching the other side of the village from Potter Cottage. It was Richard who first noticed the number of people who kept appearing in the small village memorial park, many of them did not even seem to be remotely interested in the small memorial in the centre of the park. Instead they all seemed to make their way across the park to the opposite side to where he was standing watching, and then they returned after a short while and simply vanished.

"Wonder where they are all going?" he voiced as he nodded his head in the direction everyone seemed to head.

"Why don't we all take a look?" Harry said as he led the way to the park gate.

Just over five minutes later they were all standing out side a small shop. The small display window was filled with various paintings of Harry and Hermione during their time at Hogwarts, there was even one with Harry in the prefects' bath apparently talking to an obviously adoring moaning Myrtle.

Harry and Hermione were both curious about who had painted the pictures and how the artist had managed to paint pictures of times that were private or showed the intimacy that the two Potters had even when they were very young.

It was Eleanor who opened the shop door and walked inside, she was followed by Helen and Richard, who called to Harry and his daughter as he stepped into the shop "You two coming?"

Harry had trouble tearing his eyes off a picture of them hugging in the great hall, each of them looking lovingly into the eyes of the other, it was obviously their second year when Hermione had been released from the infirmary after being petrified. Ron Weasley was obvious by the fact that he was not in a single one of the paintings. Harry holding Hermione's hand followed her into the shop.

As soon as they entered the shop the man sitting behind the desk at the far side of the shop whispered "Heck, she was right," he then stood up and with a quick flick of his wand he closed the shop door putting up closed signs at the same time. He then rushed up to Harry and drew him into a bear hug that lifted Harry off his feet. Having dropped Harry back onto the ground not even looking to see if he had regained his balance he then turned to Hermione and lifted her into a hug and spun her around a couple of times before he put her down, he was laughing through out this display, and for a few moments Eleanor hoped he did not pick on her as well.

"So Harry, Hermione, I know who you're not supposed to be, so who are you supposed to be, eh? Boy oh boy, come on the wife has been waiting for you two for years, damn I'll have to pay her the twenty galleons now," he said as he gently placed Hermione on her feet.

Before any of them could think of what to say he rushed off into the back of the shop through a door way hidden behind a blue curtain. "Come on, she'll be out back with the youngest." He called from somewhere behind the curtain.

Harry shrugged his shoulders, "Well he was never that excitable at school," he said looking at the open mouthed Grangers. He then walked through the curtain followed by Hermione and the rest of the family. Hermione was the first to spot her friend, she had lost the dreamy look from her eyes and those same eyes no longer seemed to be so huge, and they no longer bulged out giving that slightly surprised look. "Luna," Hermione whispered as the blonde haired woman walked into the room with a toddler in her arms.

"Hi Harry, Hermione, Mr, Mrs Granger, and I suppose you must be Hermione's younger sister?" Luna said quite casually, looking at each of them in turn.

Eleanor was so surprised by what was happening she simply nodded her head. Then looked at her mum for some sort of guidance or help, it was quite obvious she had no idea who the strangers were or what she should say.

"Put the kettle on Nev my little lover boy, I think we are in for an interesting story. Best have a cuppa while all gets revealed." Luna said as she pointed at the couch and indicated for Harry and Hermione to sit.

The Potters and Grangers all took a seat and looked at Luna as though waiting to see what her next comment might be. They were all slightly surprised when Neville spoke up first "Harry, Hermione, did you see Luna's paintings, did you like them, you should see the one we keep upstairs. Wouldn't want anyone else to see that one, would we sweetheart."

"No dear, I was saving that one for Harry and Hermione to have when they got back, be an angel Nev and pop up and fetch it down for them," Luna said as she kissed his cheek, "and Nev check on Cherry and little Nev." Luna then looked down at the toddler she had sat on her lap, "this one is Robbie, little tyke just wouldn't go to sleep like his brother and sister.

Neville returned from the upstairs with a life size portrait of Harry and Hermione, not as they had been, but exactly as they were now, Harry with his extra size and lack of a scar. Hermione with her no longer bushy tresses, both Potters and the Grangers stared at the picture for quite some time before Hermione was finally able to ask the question on all their minds.

"Luna, How?" she asked still staring at the picture.

Luna looked at the picture a little wistfully "This was the last thing I saw before my gift came to its end, I managed to finish it the day before my thirtieth birthday. The gift only lasts until the witch reaches thirty and then it is passed on, I must admit it was very strange to see the world the same way everyone else does, it took me several months to get used to it, but with such a loving husband I was able to over come the problems that can drive a girl crazy. Course there is the added benefit of the children, as soon as the gift left me I was able to conceive, when we married poor old Neville did not know if we would ever be able to produce and heir to the Longbottom name." she told them as they all sat listening in total silence.

"Luna what gift are you talking about," Harry asked looking to the blond woman who sat across from him with a child in her arms. Robbie had finally fallen asleep as they had talked.

"I was a watcher Harry, some call us seers, but that term isn't quite correct, mind you neither is watcher. The gift gave me the ability to see the tapestry of life, I could if I looked carefully see the future of people I knew, there was the slight draw back of being able to see creatures from different dimensions, they managed to find this dimension due to magical people using the dimensional space, like they did for the room of requirements, or when they enlarged the interior of a house.

I never realised what a drawback that was until I had you two as friends, before you two, when every one still called me loony, I was quite happy to spend hours watching those odd creatures, I was even able to talk to some of them, then I discovered in that fight at the ministry that they could be a fatal distraction when we were fighting. I had to concentrate so hard that duelling often gave me a headache.

When you two died it came as a complete surprise to me because according to your lives on the tapestry, you were not supposed to end when you did, it was several days later when your names vanished from the tapestry. After Nev and I got married I started to paint portraits, it was not long before my painting became a business, people call in with a memory and after studying the memory I paint them a picture. Anyway about six months before my thirtieth birthday I decided to paint a true life size portrait of you two and I hoped to be able to use my memories to imbue the portraits with some thing like the portraits at Hogwarts have, any way, I was going to look back over the tapestry past and chose a time to study you as I usually do, when I noticed your futures had been placed back on the tapestry, I just could not see when this happened. Neville and I have been waiting all these years for you to come back, I knew you would visit us, so I took a look at you both and this portrait was the result. Luna looked at Hermione with a smile and a knowing look.

"Before you ask, the answer Hermione, is I didn't look beyond today, it was all I needed to paint the portrait." She added before placing her son on the couch next to Hermione.

The rest of that day was spent with the Longbottoms in Godrics Hollow, Harry and Hermione played with the Longbottom children after they had had their sleep, the entire family had a truly enjoyable day considering they were in a very small village.

Two days later Harry took a look at the bigger house mentioned in the book, and the day after that they all moved into Potter Manor. During this time rather slowly Harry and Hermione began to get to know each other as more than just best friends, they spent quite some time kissing and fondling each other. One week after moving into the manor, and spending a few afternoons with Luna and her three little toddlers. Hermione was feeling very broody, as they got undressed for bed Hermione took hold of Harry's hands and just a little timidly she asked him to sit on the bed with her.

Harry immediately began to worry and try and work out what he might have done to upset Hermione. As she looked into his eyes Hermione could see the doubts and worry he was in. A quick smile and a small kiss seemed to bring him out of his near panic.

"Harry sweetheart, I want a baby," Hermione said as she held his hands tightly, frightened he might think them to young, "I want my children now while we are still young so that we can have a long life with them, I don't want to be as old as Luna before we have our family." She said with some serious worry about whether Harry would even want children, even after hearing him say for years he was looking forward to having his own family. It was after all one thing to say it and another to actually do it.

Harry looked wide eyed at his wife not quite believing what she had said, "A baby, you want a baby?"

"Yes Harry love, I want your baby," Hermione said as she kissed him gently for a few seconds.

"But we've never… I mean I've never… I'm not even sure how too… I mean what if I do it wrong, or I might be no good at it… I… we…" Harry began but as he saw a flicker of disappointment in Hermione's eyes he carried on, "I mean it's a great idea, I always wanted to have my own family, I'll just… well you'll have to tell me what to do."

Hermione could not help but smile, they had been together as a couple for just a few days and had done nothing more than kiss and a little bit of fondling in the dark. Now she wanted far more than a few kisses, she wanted her husband to make love to her and to make her pregnant. 'besides if I like it we can practice till we get it right' she thought as she began to remove her clothes.

Harry knew none of the things he had heard in the dormitory, or out on the Quidditch pitch were going to do him any good, after all no one had actually graphically described what to do, he knew all the terms but with the way he had been brought up by his aunt and uncle he had never got 'the talk' and no real idea about what went where, or how to make a woman happy. It did not take him many seconds to realise he would need to go on his animal instincts and hope he got it right.

Both Harry and Hermione were nervous, so far neither had been naked in front of the other since the first morning they were together, it was not that that had them nervous though, Harry with no idea what he was doing was relying on Hermione, and she was praying that the talk her mother had given her and the reading she had done on the subject would be enough to set them both on the road to a happy sex life.

Hermione would not let Harry turn the lights off, she wanted to watch and see all she could so she could learn from any mistakes they made, she was a little apprehensive about the pain she had been told accompanies the first time a woman has sex, unless the woman was one who had torn her barrier in some sport or accident early in life.

As they climbed into bed she asked Harry not to bother covering them, moments later they were kissing rather passionately. When she was able to think again Hermione decided they were off to a very good start, she then started to kiss him even more passionately.