Harry Potter popped the lids off of two firewhiskey bottles before handing one of them to his future son-in-law and sitting down. The two men had taken solace outside on the porch of the Potter Manor as the women stayed inside to discuss wedding details. Scorpius Malfoy had asked Lily to marry him not even 24 hours ago and his mother along with Ginny Potter and Lily were already discussing location and color schemes.

"Sir, I have to apologize," Scorpius stated, sitting up straight, "Yesterday wasn't planned. I wasn't supposed to ask her until next week, I had it all planned out. But we were at a park last night on the swings because she had begged for twenty minutes straight and I love your daughter and 'will you marry me' just sort of spilled out of my mouth. I was going to talk to you about it first, I wanted to make sure you knew I want to be married to Lily more than anything else in the world. I wanted her family there when I asked because I figured her mom would want to be there and I know my mom would have liked to have seen it. So I'm sorry I didn't talk to you before hand but I'm not sorry it happened, if that makes any sense." Scorpius looked at his soon to be father-in-law, hoping to see some form of understanding in his eyes.

Harry just laughed.

"When the war first ended," Harry began. "It took me awhile but I finally went through my inheritance. It was overwhelming to say the least. It took me countless hours at gringotts to sort through property deeds and insurance on heirlooms, not to mention the sheer brainpower it took to calculate just how much money I have been left because as a kid I grew up with no money at all." He paused there, caught up in an unexpected flashback to a cupboard under the stairs. But shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Harry pulled himself back into his speech. "Anyway, the last thing the Goblins gave me, were personal items that had been left for me. My mom's research about everything from potions and charms to prophecies. My dad left hundreds of pictures organized by when they were taken, starting from when he was a babys to his school days to when I was born. Then there's what Sirius left me, in a large box where dozens of journals. They started as just his own musings but somewhere around the time I was born, they started being letters addressed to me. There's a big break in years from when he was in prison but he started writing as soon as we helped him escape." Scorpius could tell that it was still so hard for Harry to talk about the war and the ones he lost, even after all these years.

"Anyway," Harry said, finally getting to the point of his long winded story. "There is a letter dated just after Christmas my fifth year at Hogwarts. It is a letter talking about how one day, I am going to marry Ginny Weasley even if I don't know it yet. According to Sirius, I'm too stupid to see the way she looks at me and too dim witted to notice the way I gravitate towards her when we are in the same room together. This is all evidence that I fully support now, but I would think he was crazy if he had told me back when I was fifteen. And the number one piece of 'evidence' that made him positive that I was going to marry Ginny? It was that fact that she's a redhead. Apparently, Potter men always fall for red haired women. I thought the tradition was over seeing as Albus is in love with a blonde and James has been married to a brunette for a couple years now. But I happy to see the trend remains." Harry chuckled to himself.

"I'm sorry sir, I don't understand. How has it repeated?" Scorpius asked perplexed, finishing his bottle of firewhiskey.

"Well, you have practically lived at my house for the past decade and you are one of my kids. Even if you weren't marrying my daughter, you would still be my fourth son. The Weasleys did me an amazing favor by taking me in all those decades ago, and I hope you feel as much a part of this family as I do. So maybe you aren't a Potter by blood, but you are a part of my family and you are marrying a redhead." Harry had a happy glint in his eye as he raised his glass slightly into the air. "So congratulations son, I'm happy for you two. But watch out, I think the red hair adds an extra spark to a person's temper." Both men laughed because they knew it was true.

The night wore on and eventually they were called into the house for dinner. While walking through the hallway towards the dinner table, Scorpius took notice of the pictures on the wall for the first time. Of course they weren't new, he had seen them many times before he just hadn't really looked at them. They were placed in a chronological order of sorts. The start of the hall featured Harry's parents when they were in school and still dating, then there were a few pictures of their wedding, flanked by all the Marauders. A few baby pictures of both Harry and Ginny, then there was a gap in time before the pictures picked up agains with the two of them during their Hogwart's days. It continued like this with the birth of each of their kids. The walls were full top to bottom with pictures. Then about three quarters down the hall, Scorpius saw himself in a picture. Then he noticed he was in most of the newer pictures. There was even a frame or two that was of just him, no one else in the Potter family and Harry's words from earlier really sank in. Somewhere along the way, he really had become a deep part of this family and this family imbedded themselves into who he was as a person. He was a part of the family picture taken every year at the Summer family retreat. There was a picture of him with his Hogwarts diploma.

As he sat down to dinner with his fiancee by his side and his future mother and father-in-law across from him, his wife-to-be squeezed his hand and he knew that he was in fact a Potter and merlin did he love the redhead beside him.

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