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The problem is, this is just the beginning
We're already wet, and we're gonna go swimming

Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you
It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it
So tell me
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you...

-Liz Phair (Why Can't I?)

Timeline (Chapter Three)

By JLaLa

The voice belonged a young man, he pulled up Hermione and Ron who were laying disheveled on the ground and then Harry and Ginny. Molly, who seemed to be the only one that landed smoothly, was waiting for them to gather themselves.

"Molly, you could've shown them how to land better," The young man reprimanded her but with a grin. Ginny gave him a closer look. He was tall and tanned, with jet-black hair and brown eyes. Molly threw her arms around him and he spun her. "I missed you!"

"I missed you too, Al!" She said and when he placed her down, Molly led him to Ginny and Harry. "This is Ginny and Harry." His eyes flicked with emotion for a moment and he nodded at them. "This is Hermione and Ron." He smiled at them.

"Uncle Ron was right, her hair less bushy now," He said jokingly and Ron tried to stifle his laugh. Hermione scowled at the two men. Suddenly another man came rushing in, the distinctive red hair catching their eyes.

"Oy! Aunt Hermione is on a rampage! She caught me rushing over and she demanded to know why I wasn't here yet. Then she goes on and on about how someone as smart as me could be so disorganized—"The man was a little shorter then the dark haired man and wore a pair of jeans and a T-shirt while Al wore a mahogany robe.

"Honestly, Evan, if your head was connected to the thick head of yours then it would be rolling down Diagon Alley." In walked a much-older Hermione and Ron Weasley in tow. Harry and the others were speechless at they scene that played before them.

The Future Hermione was tall and long-legged wearing a pinstripe suit. Her hair was pulled back so her delicate features were displayed. Ron's mouth dropped open. He was married to HER?! She looked like a model! However, her features were marred by the frown on her face. Her husband, the future Ron, was even taller than she was. However, sports had bulked him up from the lanky figure his current self had.

Hermione stopped to lock eyes with her teenage self. She continued to look at her younger self and realized how much time had passed. How smooth her face had been and now at forty-one, she could just imagine how many frownlines she had.

"Oh dear, I never thought this would ever happen," The Future Hermione said and suddenly gathered the young girl in her arms. Everyone watched the scene between the two Hermiones. "I'm so glad to see you." They laughed at one another and the elder Hermione walked to Ginny and Harry. "Welcome." Her eyes filled with tears and took their hands. "We need you all."

"Darling, I think that they might need to rest," Ron said and took his wife in his arms. "It's been a hard few weeks for us. I think it's time to take them to Grimmaud."

"I've really bulked up," The younger Ron remarked to his older self.

"Got it from running from the wife," Ron replied with a laugh. Both Hermoines hit him with the same angry look.

"Al, help your mother with her bag," Hermoine said and the young man picked up Ginny's bag.

"Wait! There are more of them!" Harry said suddenly speaking and everyone turned to Molly.

"I meant to tell them," She said feebly. Her brother sighed and held out a hand to Harry.

"My name is Albus. Albus Potter," The man said. "But you could call me Al."

"Al is your eldest," The other young man said. "I'm your other son, Evan." Evan gathered his mother in his arms. Ginny was in disbelief. She had three children. Harry was looking at her in shock.

They had three children.

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Evan drove them in his car. Harry rode in front with him and he marveled how much the Muggle world and wizarding world were coming together. Cars were prevalent in Diagon Alley and there was even a shop selling televisions as well as other electrical items.

"Al, how old are you?" Ginny asked her son suddenly.

"Twenty-one," He answered her. "You were a bit young when you had me but you said you never regretted it." She took his hand.

"I don't," She replied with a smile. Ginny did the calculations. She had been nineteen when she had her first baby and Harry had been twenty. Ginny frowned to herself. "We were married first, weren't we?" Maybe that's why they had gotten married. Ginny had been preggers.

"I was a honeymoon baby," He replied with a smile. "And once you got started you didn't stop." Harry looked at Ginny from the rearview mirror. He couldn't believe how well she was taking this and he admired her for it. Her bravery and the way she had taken to their children, it was what made him care for her even more. "Molly was the surprise, everyone had thought you and Dad were finished. Once someone mentioned that you two were finished, you were pregnant again."

"If Molly was the surprise, then what was I?" Evan asked with a jovial grin on his face. It was apparent that both Evan and Al were complete opposites. Al was serious but dependable while Evan was the more fun-loving but not very trust-worthy one. Harry couldn't help but be happy with the kind of men they became. All and all, both of them were good men who took care of Molly.

"You were the mistake," Al said with laughter in his voice.

"Mum, I'm an Auror as well as lawyer in the Muggle world. Graduated High School at fifteen and out of college at eighteen. A son to be proud of," Evan said as he drove. "Old Al is just good if you need someone to boss people around."

"So Dad, are you and Mum dating yet?" Al asked and Ginny blushed bright red.

"No," Harry said and turned to look at her. "She's still dating around."

"Oh, yes Mr. Different-Girl-Every-Week" Ginny was referring to Harry's sixth year when he had spent their weekly trip to Hogsmeade with a different girl. "Might I remind you of a Miss Hannah Abbot or Parvatil Patil or Cho Chang?!"

"You went out with Aunt Cho?!" Evan said. "Good choice Pops."

"Ginny might I remind you of the time you went out with Dean Thomas?" He said back to her.

"That was nothing," Ginny said.

"And neither were Hannah or Parvati or even Cho," He answered back and turned back to her. "Not a single one of them was special." Harry looked at her and she lowered herself in her seat.

Evan parked the car in front of Grimmauld Place and they saw that the place had been renovated. It was newly painted and the windows were changed. The door opened and the Hermiones stepped out.

"Come in," The elder Hermione said and ushered them into the house. Inside they gasped at how wonderful the place looked. It wasn't dusty and dirty anymore but was also newly painted inside also, the carpets clean. Amazingly, the painted portrait of Mrs. Black was gone and Ginny marveled at how the place had changed. She looked at the computer in the den and television in the back room. "Your rooms are upstairs."

"The place is amazing," Harry said and took Ginny's hand. "Let's go up." Al and Evan watched them go up hand and hand.

"It's kind of nice watching them just starting to fall in love," Evan said to his brother.

"Yeah, it's always nice to see the beginning of things," Al said sadly.

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Ginny started unpacking her things when the elder Ron came in. She smiled at him and he sat down at a nearby chair. She looked at him seeing the young boy she once played hide and seek with. He would always be the same Ron to her. Lovable, brave-hearted Ron.

"I remember when you and Harry told me you were getting married," He said to her. "I punched him in the face, you know."

"That must have scared him," She replied with a laugh.

"No, he said it would hurt him much more if he couldn't be with you," Ron said and he put his head in his hands. "Ginny, you need to know something—"Someone knocked on the door.

It was Harry.

"I was just going to ask if Ginny if she was hungry," Harry said. "Is everything alright?" He saw the look on Ron's face.

"Come in," He said seriously. "It concerns you too." Harry sat down on Ginny's bed. "Well, I was just telling her about your engagement"

"He punches you in the face, by the way," Ginny informed Harry.

"I'll watch out for that," Harry said.

"Anyway, when you got married, you had two weddings," Ron told them. "Your first one was a Muggle wedding, it was a big event. We were just beginning to bring the Muggle world into our world. They were most fascinated by both of you. Your wedding was watched around the world. It was a bigger turnout than Princess Diana's wedding outside the church." He looked at Ginny with sad eyes. "You were a beautiful bride, Ginny. Your picture was on every paper"

"It sounds like it was a great day," Harry said. He could imagine Ginny as a beautiful bride. To him, she was beautiful right now in her jeans and sweater.

"It was," Ron continued. "The other wedding was a wizard bonding ceremony but different from usual bonds. Only the most devoted couples take it and it is so sacred that only the officiator and the couple are allowed to be there. You both decided that you wanted to do it at Hogwarts. We waited for you to come back for three days and when you came back, both of you were so happy. You never knew, that all of this would happen..."

"Ron, what did we do?" She asked him in tears at the sound of his voice.

"You had a soul bond put in place," He answered. "But your powers together are so strong that your bond connects in every single way. Mind, soul and body."

"And Ginny's in a coma," Harry said putting the pieces together. "No one knows if she going to be okay."

"And now so are you," Ron answered in sadness. "You call me two days ago and told me everything that happened during the ceremony. You were already sick from the effect it was having on Ginny. Before I left, you were walking me to the door and you collapsed. I apparated you to St. Mungo's, and now that's where you are. In a bed, next to Ginny."

Ginny was crying. That meant that now both her and Harry were sick. Both of them could die and Molly would lose her parents just like Harry had at such a young age. If her elder self died then so would Harry's, it was all because of that idiotic bond. Suddenly, she was angry.

"Why would we do something so stupid?!" She said and stood up. "What if one of us got into an accident when we younger and died? Then the other one would die and the children would have been orphans."

"Gin, you know me and Hermione would take the kids," Ron reasoned. "You two were and still are madly in love with one another. Mum and Dad had done the same thing and you wanted to follow in their footsteps."

"Can we see them?" Harry said suddenly.

"What?" Ginny asked through her tears.

"I want to go see us," He said to Ron. "Take us to their room." Harry's eyes were blazing. He could not believe that they had been so reckless. Reckless enough to disregard their family and each other, how idiotic they were as young married people.

"Okay, if that's what you want then I'll take you," Ron said.

"Then you better be taking us too" The young Hermione and Ron were at the doorway.

"Tomorrow," Ron said. "We will go tomorrow."

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They entered St. Mungo's, the next day, Harry and Ginny, along with their children and the Rons and Hermiones. Molly held both of their hands tightly as they led her to top floor. A guard waited for them outside of the room. Hermione and Ron held out their badges and the guard opened the door.

Ginny was nervous. She looked at Al who looked even more somber then usual, Evan was no longer wearing his happy grin but was looking serious as they entered. Molly trembled in fear and Harry gripped her hand tightly. They walked in and Harry was surprised to see that four people were already waiting for them.

It was the rest of the Alliance.

"Harry! How are you?" Cho said and hugged him. Harry blushed at the beautiful woman holding him. Cho had grown to be a beautiful, exotic woman. Her skin had tanned a bit, and she was a little bit taller than him but the same lovely girl he gone out with in Hogwarts. "I can't believe you're here!" She smiled and then turned to Ginny who was wearing a look of distaste at Cho's show affection to Harry. However, Cho gathered her in her arms. "I'm so glad to see you also. I've been so worried." She saw the look on Ginny's face and laughed. "You still don't like me, do you?"

"Ginny, you and Cho are really good friends now," Luna Lovegood said. Her hair was twisted in intricated bun. She wore a colorful robe and around her neck was an amulet made of turquoise. "Welcome, my friend." She hugged her with a smile.

"I can't believe I'm seeing all of you," Harry said. Neville walked over to him and Harry gasped at the changed in Neville. Broad-shoulder and tall, Neville wore a look of confidence on his face but wore a friendly grin reminiscent of the young Neville.

"Believe it mate," Neville said. "Good to see you all."

"I don't think this is weird at all," The younger Ron said. "The weird thing is that Draco Malfoy is in the room and not sneering at us." Draco Malfoy stood in the corner, arms crossed with his trademark smug grin.

"Very funny Weasley," He replied but in a friendly tone. He walked over to the younger Ron and Hermione. "Hello Ron." He shook his hand and even gave a one arm hug to Hermione. "Hello Hermione."

"No more Mudblood?" She said and her eyes misted. It meant so much to her that he had not called her that despicable name.

"That word doesn't exist anymore," He replied. "I'm sorry for ever saying it." She smiled through her tears. "No more of this mushy stuff. Mrs.Weasley, may I see you outside?" The older Hermione stepped outside with him followed by the suspicious eyes of her husband.

Ginny finally turned her attention to the people in the hospital beds. She walked over to Harry's bed and looked at the man. He still looked the same after all these years. His hair had only a few wisps of gray and he had a slight moustache coming in. He looked muscular but what scared her was that his skin had a gray pallor to it. Like he was dead. She put her hand on his.

"Oh Harry..." She said as her voice wavered.

"Mummy..." Molly was at Ginny's bedside. "Mummy, wake up. It's me Molly!" The little girl burst into tears and Evan took her in his arms. "Leave ME ALONE!" She pushed him aside and walked out the door. Ginny met Evan's eyes and he nodded understandingly. He went to look for Molly.

Harry looked at the older Ginny. She looked like Sleeping Beauty. Her hair was spread against the pillow and her face held a calm look. Ginny had become a beautiful woman and he saw the reason his older self had been so quick to make her his wife. The younger Ginny came to him and she looked down at her older self. They took each others hand and silently comforted one another.

"There are too many people in here." A woman in a white Healer robes entered and look annoyed at the numerous amount of people. Harry looked at her nametag: P-Malfoy. She must be Malfoy's daughter. She was a very pretty woman, with black hair and green eyes. "I'm afraid some of you will have to leave." Cho, Neville, and Luna got up and bid their goodbyes. They would come to the Headquarters later.

"Healer Malfoy, you're Draco's daughter, right?" Harry asked and she looked at him curiously.

"You could say that," She replied and check Ginny's pulse and then walked over to Harry's side to do the same. "I'm Jamie, by the way." She gave him a warm smile and then greeted Ginny. "Where's Molly?"

"She got a bit upset," Al said and looked at the girl. They seemed to be communicating silently with one another. Perhaps, they were having some sort of romance. "Evan's gone to find her." Draco entered with the elder Hermione who was wearing a small smile.

"Hello Dad," Jamie said and kissed Malfoy on the cheek.

"I didn't know you had a daughter," Harry said.

"I don't, I have a son," He said and Ginny gave him a quizzical look. "You have a daughter."

"Yeah Molly," Harry responded. Suddenly Ginny knew where this was going.

"Yeah...and Jaime," Draco said. "She's your daughter."

"Why are you all not telling us about our kids?" Ginny asked suddenly but she was grinning.

"Well, we had all assumed that Molly would tell you everything," The older Ron said.

"I'm sorry," Jamie said suddenly. She showed them her badge and suddenly the P-Malfoy became Jamie Potter-Malfoy. "I am your daughter, I was born after Al."

Ginny walked up to her and took her hand. They looked at one another for a moment. "Are you angry with me, Mum?"

Ginny gathered her in a hug. They were the same height and so Jamie leaned her head on Ginny's shoulder as they embraced. Four children. They had four wonderful children.

"You married a Malfoy?!" Harry said in a huff. "Of all the boys in the world, you had to marry a MALFOY?!"

"And what is wrong with my son, Potter?" Draco said suddenly. "My Samuel is a good man and he loves your daughter."

"It's a surprise, that's all," Ginny said to him trying to calm the situation down. "If they're happy then that's all that matters."

"Not only are we friends with Malfoy, we're related to him too" Ron said. "Who would've thought?"

"Not me," Hermione replied.

"Before you say anything Dad, I'm not dating a Malfoy," Al said. "But I am dating an American girl."

"And you?!" Harry said turning to Evan who a returned without Molly. "You're not dating Malfoy's daughter, are you?!"

"No," Evan replied.

"Thank God," Harry said in relief. He ran a hand through his hair.

"Draco doesn't have a daughter," Evan responded. "And I'm gay."

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Hermione awoke to her the sounds of muffled yelling. The moonlight shone through her window and she looked at her watch to see that it was one in the morning.

Removing herself from the covers, she wrapped her robe around herself and walked to the wall listening the voices.

It was her older self and Ron, they were fighting.

"I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU ARE MAKING SUCH A BIG DEAL ABOUT THIS!" Hermione yelled, it sounded like she was crying.

"I think I have the RIGHT to get angry about this!" Her husband responded. "You prancing around town with Draco, having coffee with him and going to his office! "

"So I can't talk to anyone?" Hermione said. "My whole world revolves around you? I don't think so Ron. I spend of my time waiting for you. Waiting for you to come back from another Quidditch game or tournament?"

The younger Hermione leaned against the wall and continued to listen to the arguing.

"So what do you want, Ron?" Hermione yelled. "Do you want a divorce?"

There was a moment of silence.

"No," Ron said after a moment. "I love you and I will always love you. But obviously I'm not giving what you need."

Hermione heard the door slam and the sobs of her older self. She hated to hear people cry. Walking out of her room, she knocked on the door and when she got no response she opened the door. Her older self was dressed in white satin dressing gown, her curly hair fell softly on her shoulders. She looked lovely except that her face was blotched tears.

"I'm sorry," The younger Hermione said. "I woke up and heard the yelling. Are okay?" Her older self wiped her eyes and put on a robe that was laying nearby.

"Were we horribly loud?" She asked and saw the look on her younger self. "We don't usually fight like this. It's just been lately...I don't know. Why did I fall in love with such a hot-headed man?!" The woman burst into another set of tears.

"Because with that temper comes a passion. Passionate love for you," The young girl responded. "Ron was always the crazy overreactor and you were always the calm one." Hermione sat next to her older self. "What is going on with you two?"

"Nothing, I love him just as much as the day I married him," Hermione said. "But lately there has been something that's come between us."

"What?" Perhaps she was with Draco. "Are you cheating?"

"No," Hermione responded vehemently. "I was infertile. Me and Ron have been trying for years to have a baby."

"So Draco's been helping you," Younger Hermione said.

"He's been reconstructing my whole reproductive system," She explained. "It's experimental and we weren't sure if it would work. At the hospital, Draco told me that the treatment has been working, I'm almost seventy-five percent restored."

"Why didn't you just tell Ron?"

"Because he was blaming himself," Hermione said. "But I knew it was me and I was ashamed to tell him."

"Fair enough," The young girl said. "Do you want me to keep you company?"

"Sure," The older Hermione said with a laughed. "It's been awhile since I've had a sleepover."

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While the two Hermione were having their sleepover, another person was having a hard time sleeping. Harry opened his eyes and looked over to where Ron was snoring. It had been a hell of a day. Four children, he was in a coma and Malfoy was related to him. Ginny had taken it with good grace and as much of a smile as she could muster.

When he saw himself laying in that bed, he felt his heart drop but then Ginny took his hand and he knew that it would be okay in the end. Was he falling for her? Harry wasn't denying that his pulse raced when she smiled at him or that he adore the way she twirl her red locks around her finger.

Getting up, he pulled on a sweater and went downstairs for a glass of milk. Quietly, he went into the kitchen, poured a glass and sipped silently. His attention suddenly shifted to the sound of voices in the living room. Walking into the hallway, he saw the dull light of the television filling the living room. Harry moved closer on saw the familiar long red hair woman sitting on the couch.

On the television was wedding procession. He realized that she was watching their wedding. Walking down the aisle, Mrs. Weasley was being escorted by Charlie. She wore a cream dress and matching hat. She was weeping openly and when she got to her seat she saw Harry dressed in his black tuxedo and began to cry into her handkerchief.

The bridesmaids followed: Cho, Luna, Angelina; they were all dressed in beige, silk, knee-length gowns and carrying bouquets of lilies and irises. The camera turned to Harry, Ron, Neville and surprisingly Draco. All dress to the nine, and Harry was grinning nervously.

Hermione followed as the maid of honor. Her dress was the same as the other girls except that it was floor length, the back of the dress dragged gracefully on the floor. Hermione was beaming and she flashed a smile at Ron.

The Wedding March began and from the back of the church approached Ginny and Arthur Weasley. Arthur, in his tuxedo, held his daughter's arm with steadfast pride and adoration. Next to him, the bride who was a vision in white, Ginny's dress was strapless and the skirt spread out only slightly with tiny beads sewn in bottom of the dress, the train was held by a little girl with red hair and sweet yet mischievous smile. It must have been one of the twin's daughters. A veil covered her beautiful face and he felt his heart beat faster as she approached the alter.

It was like he was relieving the moment.

Her father stopped to lift up her veil; he kissed her cheek and looked into her shining eyes. Her long hair fell in loose curls down her back and around her neck was a pearl necklace.

The couple locked eyes and Harry took her hand. They headed up a pair of steps and knelt as they were blessed. Then stood up once again and the music stopped. The old priest who looked like he could've been Dumbledore's twin addressed the community. He finished his address and began to address the couple.

"Now you will feel no rain, for each of you will be shelter for the other. Now you will feel no cold, for each of you will be warmth to the other. Now there will be no loneliness, for each of you will be companion to the other. Now you are two persons, but there is only one life before you. May beauty surround you both in the journey ahead and through all the years, May happiness be your companion and your days together be good and long upon the earth."

Harry looked at Ginny and from he stood he saw the tears had began to fall.

She looked so sad. The priest had continued his sermon.

"Treat yourselves and each other with respect, and remind yourselves often of what brought you together. Give the highest priority to the tenderness, gentleness and kindness that your connection deserves. When frustration, difficult and fear assail your relationship - as they threaten all relationships at one time or another - remember to focus on what is right between you, not only the part which seems wrong. In this way, you can ride out the storms when clouds hide the face of the sun in your lives - remembering that even if you lose sight of it for a moment, the sun is still there. And if each of you takes responsibility for the quality of your life together, it will be marked by abundance and delight."

"Ginerva," Harry began and she could hear the tenderness in his voice. "I give you this ring as a symbol of our vows, and with all that I am, and all that I have, I honor you. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, With this ring, I thee wed." He slipped the simple gold ring on her finger.

Ginny could not stop the tears from falling anymore. She put her hands to her mouth to smother her sobs. It was so complicated. This tape showed her the possibilities of what her life could be.

And yet she was unsure of everything in her life.

Harry wanted to say something but for some reason he just couldn't breathe.

So he went upstairs and proceeded to have a sleepless night.

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Ginny awoke with the sound of someone rushing into her room. Harry hastily opened the curtain letting in the bright afternoon sunlight. She had been up until four and finally dragged herself to her room.

"Get dressed," Harry said firmly.

"What's going on Harry?" Ginny asked as she sat up. Harry looked at her and she saw the intensity in his eyes. "What's going on?"

"We're leaving," He replied.

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So how is it so far? Please keep reviewing! This is my longest chapter and I hope it quench your thirst! Just to clear up on ages for the Potter Clan:

Albus "Al" Potter-21

Jamie Malfoy-Potter-20

Evan Potter-19

Molly Potter-7

You can probably see some of the connections with the names. Jaime, for example, is derived from James (Harry's father of course). Evan is from Lily's maiden name Evans.

Next Chapter: Harry and Ginny's trip, more investigation on the strange happenings in the Alliance with the Hermiones and Ron. Also more about Cho, Neville, Draco and Luna. Also, Ja