Wow! Thanks everyone! I really appreciate all of your reviews! I just want to warn you all that this chapter is a MAJOR twist, so just be aware of that. And, please don't get mad if I... make a character do something that is... slightly... weird. Maybe all things might not be as well as they seem...

Harry turned over in his bed, awakening to a small, faint sound. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. He reached for his glasses and put them on, feeling over to Ginny in the dark. His hand swept over the sheet, Ginny nowhere to be found.

"Gin?" he called groggily. Harry swung his feet over the side of the bed, the cold hardwood floor sending a chill up his spine. "Ginny?" he said again into the darkness. Harry stifled a yawn and shuffled over to the doorway and stuck his head into the hallway. He looked into Lily's room, finding Lily and Hugo breathing deeply and tucked in tightly to Lily's bed. Harry smiled softly and walked down the hallway to the kitchen. He found Ginny with a steaming of tea at the kitchen table. She looked up and her eyes widened a bit.

"Oh, Harry, did I wake you? I'm sorry," she said, absently running her finger around the mouth of the mug. Harry shook his head and sat down next to his wife.

"No, you didn't wake me," Harry lied. He put his hand on top of Ginny's. "I know you're worried about George..."

Ginny shook her head a few times. "Actually, I'm not worried about George. It's James and Albus and Rose and Victoire. I just... I don't know how to explain it really," Ginny said hastily. "A mother always worries about her children, I suppose," she said thoughtfully.

"I wouldn't know," Harry said smiling lightly. Ginny gave him a look. She stared at the wall for a moment, thinking hard about something.

"Harry, I can't help but wonder if all of this is too good to be true," she said finally.

"What is too good to be true?" Harry wondered aloud.

"All of this," Ginny said, waving her hand as if that explained it all. "Everything just seems too perfect. You and me, our beautiful children; Ron and Hermione, their kids; mum and dad; it just seems like everything worked out so perfectly... and it makes me wonder if things would have been different..."

"Gin, it sounds like you're complaining about all of this! And if what would have been different?"

Ginny let out a sigh, as if regretting confiding in Harry. "Oh, Harry, I don't know. What if... Tom Riddle had killed me that night in the Chamber? What if you hadn't won the Triwizard Tournament? Or if Cedric Diggory had survived? Or if Umbridge succeeded in killing us all?" Ginny dropped her voice a bit. "Harry, what if Voldemort had never been defeated?"

Harry stared at Ginny numbly. He swallowed, with difficulty, and stumbled upon his words: "Ginny, what are you saying?"

Ginny stood up and placed her tea mug in the sink. She folded her arms around her middle. "Harry, what if this isn't how it's supposed to be?"

"James, where were you last night? You were supposed to meet Hagrid for tea!" Rosie said shrilly over breakfast the next morning. David, Al and Alex watched James as he sat down, a wide grin stretched across his face.

James set his heavy school bag down on the bench next to him. A chubby fifth year boy called down the Gryffindor table to James. "Hey, congratulations Potter!" James smiled and waved back at the boy.

"Congratulations?" Al asked as he swallowed a bite of toast. "For what?"

"I'm the new Gryffindor Seeker," James said with a hint of gloating. Rosie smirked and shook her head.

"I knew it..." she muttered under her breath.

Okay, another short chapter, but I have tons of homework to do. Review please!!

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