"You're beautiful." His lips brushed hers for a split second, sending a shiver down her body. He ran his fingers through her long hair, burying his face within the flaming mass of red.

"I love you." Ginny pulled his face up to look at him, his cheeks tinged pink and his hair messier than it had ever been before.

"I love you." He murmured, pushing her back down on the bed. He buried himself down in the sheets, so his face was hovering above her flat stomach. He placed a trail of kisses going from her hip, moving all along her body.

When he finally reached her lips she become lost in him, her hands roaming all along his body just as his were traveling across hers. He lifted himself up on his elbows for a moment, not breaking the kiss and allowed his hands to dive back into her hair.

Several long minutes passed before he flipped her over with a laugh. Ginny landed right on top of him, her face smeared into his chest. "Harry!" She giggled, sitting up and straddling him.

"So, I was thinking," He rested his hands on her thighs, rubbing small circles on her skin. "that one day we're going to have a huge house."

"Really?" She smiled, playing with his hair.

"Yes, and we're going to have four kids."

"Four? That's bold of you."

"Doesn't matter if they're boys or girls, but at least one has to be a girl." He smiled wider, his white teeth shining.

"And what will these children look like?"

He shrugged. "Not sure, but the girl has to look exactly like you." He ran a single finger along her side.

"Ginny clone, huh?"

He chuckled. "I want to make the most beautiful daughter with you." He whispered. "With your amazing eyes and long, red hair too."

"Well, then the boys have to look just like their father, messy hair and green eyes in all." She leaned closer, her hands resting on his chest.

"One daughter has to be named Lily."

Ginny smiled. "And one boy has to be named James."

Harry let out a kind of half laugh. "Other possible names, let's see, Sirius."

"Remus."

"Molly."

"Arthur."

"Colin."

"Nymphadora."

Harry paused, his eyes wide. "You know exactly how to get to Tonks, don't you?"

"I think she'd be quite pleased with it."

"She hated that name, absolutely loathed it."

"Fine, middle name?"

"Only if I get Severus."

She groaned. "No matter how noble he was, he was still a git. Fine, middle name options, Severus stays as does Nymphadora."

"Thank you, love. Now, where were we?"

"Colin, I believe. I kind of like that, maybe Cedric too?"

Harry shook his head. "Can't name all our children after deceased people. At least one name must be in dedication of a living person."

"Luna?"

"Lily Luna." He said softly. "Not bad…James Sirius, the name alone will make Filch burst into tears and run away to never be seen again."

Ginny laughed. "Oh, I can't wait until Teddy goes to school, the terror he will cause."

"Now, what do you expect from Teddy Remus Lupin? His father was a Marauder and his mother was…Tonks." He laughed with her.

"He's growing up way too fast."

"Yes, well, like I said, we can get started soon on making our own hell-raisers. I personally think we should aim for a set of twins, James Remus and Sirius Fred. Now, that would make Filch cry."

"It's your goal in life to raise the most troublemaker children, isn't it?"

"I want to beat George's kids, if that ever happens. I personally foresee a set of twins in his future."

"Sirius would be so proud of you."

"Thanks, Ginny." A moment of silence passed between them, with her simply listening to his heartbeat as his fingers wound their way through her hair.

"So, what do you plan on telling your parents?"

"Um, nothing?"

"No, how are you telling them that you're moving in with me?"

"I was planning on keeping it a secret."

"Until when?"

"Um, when you propose and then after the wedding, better yet after the birth of James Sirius, and Lily Luna and maybe even the third and fourth kids too."

He chuckled. "Love, they won't care that we live together."

"Eventually they won't, but I know how it will go. Mum will pretend she's happy then mutter on about my reputation and Dad will get a very confused expression and after a few days realize that we're actually having sex."

He pushed away the hair that had fallen in her face. "Sounds frightening, however will you survive when I tell them myself?"

"You wouldn't!" She groaned, pressing a kiss to his chest nonetheless.

"Oh, I would, don't tempt me."

"I bet I can change your mind." She murmured playfully, sitting up again.

"I'd like to see you try, Weasley."

With a slight growl, she covered his mouth with hers, kissing him as if they were a couple of teenagers in school again, without a care in the world.

Ginny rubbed her eyes as she sat up. That could not be real. But it felt so right… Sighing, she quickly changed her clothes, glancing over at Hermione who was still sound asleep. She wandered downstairs, glancing at the closed doors that lined the stairway, wondering which ones had contained sleeping Order members the previous night.

Sirius was sitting at the kitchen table, a smoldering cigar sitting in an ashtray and a half empty glass of firewhiskey in front of him.

"Hey, kid, how are you?" He glanced up from his newspaper.

"All right, I guess. Everything go ok at the station?"

"Yep, the sprogs are off to school."

"Well, don't be so depressed, you still have me you know." She slid into the sit opposite of him.

He spared her a slight grin before his eyes returned to the newspaper. "Been having any more of those dreams you were telling us about earlier?"

"Yeah, and I really wish I didn't."

"Why?" Sirius finally dropped his paper completely, devoting his full attention to her. "This fiancé thing still bothering you?"

"Yes."

"I still don't see why you won't tell us."

"Trust me, it's nothing against you, I just don't want to ruin time or something." Ginny shrugged.

"Your parents are coming by for dinner by the way. There's a meeting afterwards…"

He continued talking, but Ginny didn't pay him much attention. Her mind was on her dream. She didn't know which was more shocking, the fact that Harry, The Chosen One, Potter wanted to marry her and have kids with her, or that Remus and Tonks got married and had a son…

***

"So, you want to sneak into Grimmauld Place?" Tonks wrinkled her brow. "Doesn't this go out of order from your original grand plan?"

"Technically yes, but hey it's a window of opportunity, let's take it." Ron told her, shoveling in another mouthful of food.

"See, while you all are in your meeting, Ron and I will get into the library and hopefully also get Hermione. The only problem is that we can't let Ginny see us. They probably have her in the same room as Hermione and I know they aren't letting Ginny into Order meetings." Harry leaned back in his chair.

Harry was unsure with his plans. He now had Ron to stand alongside him, but that didn't make the feat any less daring. He could not let Ginny see them, no matter how badly he missed her, he couldn't see her just yet. Ron had suggested that they simply walk in and stay in hidden, no matter the time of day or night. But that was little too bold in Harry's opinion. He wanted to this right. His gut was telling him to act like Ron's suggestion and if problems arise to simply come clean; I mean, there was nothing they could do about it, he and Ron were more than capable of getting out of there safely. But he didn't want to mess things up…

"Harry?" Harry blinked out of his thoughts to see Tonks waving her hand in front of his face.

"Arguing with your inner Hermione?" Ron smirked through a mouthful of food.

Harry was silent, wanting to dive back into his thoughts, but Tonks' curiosity would not allow it. "Inner Hermione, huh?"

"I don't see why you have to be all stiff, mate. I mean, this isn't you. You always act, you don't plan a whole lot, you normally kinda just wing it."

"I'm an Auror, I can't just wing it."

"Well no, but you don't obey the rules. If you weren't Harry Potter and such a good Auror, you'd be fired. What's gotten into you lately? Things have been stressful I know, especially for you. Before this happened even your fiancé was mentioning she was worried about you. You've been tip-toeing around everything for months, even before this happened. Have you been keeping up with your-?"

"Yes, Ron, I can take care of myself." Harry barked, leaving the kitchen.

Grabbing his coat, he slammed the door of the flat behind him, stepping outside. This is insane, he thought, I haven't changed, what the hell is he thinking? Truthfully, he knew exactly what Ron was prodding at. Harry hadn't always been dependent on a potion. It had actually only started a few months ago.

He stopped, glancing to his left where he realized he was at the park. He nearly smiled; he used to take Teddy here when the weather was nice. Finding a bench, Harry sat down, taking in a few shaky breaths. His mind went back to Teddy's fourth birthday. Andromeda had never been so serious before.

"Harry, come in here, please." Harry felt his grin slip off of his face at the woman's expression. He nodded wordlessly, throwing a glance over his shoulder to see Ginny holding Teddy as the rest of the guests surrounded him and his pile of gifts.

Andromeda led him through the house, going up the stairs to the lonesome doorway of the attic. The woman paused at the door; Harry could hear her shaky breathing as she gripped the handle. He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. She reached up, gripping onto it like a lifeline. Finally, she opened the door, revealing the dimly lit attic.

Harry glanced around the room observing the boxes of holiday decorations, musty old books and furniture. Andromeda had taken a place in an old rocking chair, a stretching creak signaling her move to Harry. He quickly stood beside her, noticing the small box she had in her lap.

"This is all of Dora and Remus' estate, if you could call it that." She sniffed loudly, her breathing beginning to even. "I want you to take it over."

Harry bent down to his knees, looking up at her. "Andromeda, this is yours, I shouldn't-"

"Remus considered you family. Dora thought of you as something close to that as well. They both had all of their faith in you and they were right to. You are an amazing man, Harry. I can't imagine anyone better to help raise Teddy." She stared him dead in the eye. "I need to let go and stop living in the past for Teddy's sake. I need to do this."

"But, why do you want to get rid of this?" He gestured to the box of papers.

Andromeda scoffed lightly, a hint of a smile on her lips. "What am I going to do with her old flat? Or that massive collection of books Remus had. I don't know what it's like to grow up parentless. My parents were awful, yes, but that doesn't change the fact that I had them. You will be the only person to truly understand Teddy. You'll know how to bring his parents into his life the right way. Sure, I can show him pictures and tell stories…"

"But, you can't completely understand what he's feeling." Harry finished for her quietly. "To be honest, Andromeda, I don't see how this will be such a major part in sharing Remus and Tonks with Teddy, I mean…"

Andromeda patted his hand. "Harry, what does it feel like to walk the halls of Number Twelve, knowing it was where Sirius lived?"

Harry bent his head, understanding dawning on him. He nodded gruffly, looking back up at the woman who had always been a solid rock even at her own child's funeral, hiding her emotions perfectly, with tears racing down her wrinkled cheeks. "Thank you." He murmured.

"No." She gave him a smile and his hand a tight squeeze. "Thank you, Harry."

"Can you pass me the ball please, Mister?"

Harry's eyes lifted up to see a small red headed girl in front of him, her finger pointing to the green ball sitting at his feet. She had her hair pulled back into a long braid and her eyes were a light green...just like hers… He smiled at her, bending over and handing her the ball.

"Thank you!" She sang, running off with the ball. Harry watched her go, sadness ringing within him. She looked a lot like little Natalie Porter.

Harry buried his hands in his pockets, hanging his head with his eyes trained on the ground. "I'm so sorry, Natalie. I tried, but I-I…" He sighed, removing his hands from his pockets to rub his eyes, remembering he was wearing contacts; he was still in disguise.

"Don't let her death mean nothing…" Harry stood up the moment those words came to his head. He had never agreed with Ginny so much before. He was going to get Ginny back, and they were going home. And then he was going to find Killian and throw him to the Dementors to pay for what he did even if it was the last thing Harry did.

Harry stepped inside the flat quietly, hearing Tonks' and Ron's voices floating from the kitchen. "…he always was the noble type." That was Tonks.

"Yeah, well this one really hit him because she was so young. About the age of his godson."

"That's probably why it's affecting him this badly then."

"He never took death very well, but it didn't help that Natalie was killed on a-er, dark day for Harry. Not a fun day to remember for him."

"I take it someone died?"

"Yeah," Ron was quick to change the subject, "but to be in a rotten mood and then to lose a little girl in battle."

"That's the same age as your godson."

"She also looked a lot like G-his fiancé when she was little."

"So, her name starts with a G, huh? I wish you all would tell me who he's engaged to."

"I'll tell you when it matters." Harry walked into the kitchen, striding towards the cupboard.

"Well, I do love the name game." Tonks watched him cautiously.

"Enjoy your walk?" Ron questioned, glancing up at him.

Harry nodded. "You're right, it's always worked in the past, so let's just do it. Let me know when we leave." With that he walked back out, carrying a shiny red apple to his room where he planned to take a very long shower.

A/N: Who is going to catch (if they are caught at all [; ) Harry and Ron first?

A. Kingsley

B. Dumbledore

C. Ginny

D. Hermione

E. Sirius