-29 years and 62 days of Summer-
Harry and Ginny Weasley made a fake rumour that they had gotten married a year later. It was expected of him, to start a family but he sat down with his 'wife' and told her he wanted a family yes. But he couldn't do it. Not with her and she understood. They slept in the same room but in separate beds, with a screen dividing them.
The only person they told the truth to was Hermione Granger-Weasley who supported them whole heartedly and introduced them to a muggle doctor. Their doctor educated them in the method of 'test tube babies'.
Harry was thrilled and Ginny was grateful that she could help him. Later that day Harry visited his grave, tracing his name over and over again.
-26 years and 62 days of Summer-
It was the year 2002 and the Daily Prophet had had a field day with Ginny and Harry's new baby boy- James Sirius Potter. He was a cheeky little thing, already smiling, he had hazel eyes and Harry looked into Ginny's exhausted face and smiled.
"Thank you Ginny."
She nodded, hugging the little baby to her chest before passing him to her father. Harry rocked the child gently.
James Sirius blew a spittle bubble and Harry chuckled. He knew that this little boy would be a lot of trouble.
Harry smiled as he traced the headstone letters. He could imagine the blonde sitting in front of him.
"Today my first son was born! How about that? I wish you could see him, he's amazing… But I know he's going to be trouble on wheels just you wait and I know he's going to be such a ladies' man. I had an okay day at work, nothing incredible in the department right now… I miss you… a lot… But I don't think I can move on just yet… I know I never will but I'll try my best for you. I'll see you tomorrow."
With that Harry stood, waving his wand a little daffodil, pure white sprang up round the edge of the grave, along with the countless other little flowers that had bloomed there. Tracing the name once more he walked off.