(A/N: Last time…
NEXT DAY
Ginny woke up the next morning to a startling sight in the common room. She had sorta - kinda passed out on the floor after the super party last night. She turned on the uncomfortable floor, wishing she was in her bed, mayhaps with a certain black-haired savior…
"GLEAM!" gleamed some light nearby. "BIG SHINEY GLEAM IN YOUR EYE-BOOGIE FILLED EYES!"
"Gawd," thought Ginny, "Not more stupid people from the past. I just hope this time it's not Snape or Bellatrix…"
A flash of red hair, and Ginny felt a pair of skinny arms surround her waist.
"Mummy?"
Ginny's eyes popped open. "Whaaaaaaaaaat?"
"Mummy, it's me 'ily." The small girl's voice had a little trouble pronouncing the 'l' sound, but Ginny understood her to be telling her that her name was Lily.)
Ginny turned over to face the small girl, cradling her head in one hand. She hand a massive hangover, and this 'sleeping-on-the-ground' thing wasn't really helping.
"I'm sorry sweetie, but I'm not your mummy. I'm sure I help you find her, though. Do you know your mummy's name?"
The little girl stuck her bottom lip out, looked down, and swung from side to side. "B-but, 'im and A'bus an' me juss go' hew, an'…an'…" the little girl burst into tears. Without hesitation, Ginny sat up and hugged, making comforting shushing sounds.
"It's okay; it'll be okay, everything's alright…" As Ginny murmured to the eight-or-so year old girl, she looked around the room. It was filled with debris from last night's party, various sleeping partygoers, including her boyfriend and brother. Those two, in fact, seemed to be hugging in their sleep. Oh, where's a camera when you need one?
However, two figures caught her eyes. Two young boys were standing not far away, staring at her in shock. One was most definitely another Potter, she could tell that much. In fact, he looked just like Harry, but younger. He had the eyes, the hair, the dimples…all that was missing was the scar. The other, however, was a Weasley. With hair like that, he had to be. But Ginny caught a flash of green through his long bangs. Harry's green…
She looked down at the little girl, now realizing how much the child looked like her. The hair, the shape of her face, the shape of her eyes…her eyes! They were green!
Who were these children?
Ginny stood as the small child dried her eyes with her fist, the other hand grasping Ginny's. The mysterious boys followed her as she stood with their eyes, both briefly glancing over her head, as if expecting her to be taller.
Ginny was about to speak to them when a figure on the ground started to move. Seeing it was her boyfriend, Ginny bent down once more, giggling at his position.
"Harry…get up, dear," she said in between giggles, "We have some guests, Harry."
"Fi'e mor minuts, Mrs. Weasley…"
Ginny snorted and said, "Wrong Weasley, Harry."
Harry groggily opened his eyes, smiling faintly upon seeing his girlfriend. "Mmm, well I do like this one quite a bit better…" he muttered, before grabbing the back of Ginny's head and pushing himself up for a nice morning snog.
"Ew! Mummy an' 'addy aw thissing!"
Harry broke the kiss, looking about lethargically in confusion. "What the hell…" he muttered in low voice. Ron shifted beside him, causing Harry to jump and then kick him on purpose. Ron grunted in his drunken slumber and turned to the other side, muttering something about, "Spiders…want me to tap dance…"
Harry turned to Ron, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "You tell those spiders, Ron." (A/N: LOL, best line ever from the books. I was so glad when they put it in the fourth movie.)
Ginny snorted once more, and helped the large boy from the ground. "Harry…we seem to have a few more guests. This is Lily…"
"But, Gin, we've already got a Lily, don't we?" he said drunkenly, "She's over…somewhere…that was once helluva party last night, I'll tell you, Gin…" he stumbled over to a couch and plopped down into a seat. "Man…I really need a hangover potion, or somthin…"
"Harry." Ginny said, finally getting his attention. "I'll take you down to the hospital wing and get you some right now if you just listen for five minutes." Her maternal instincts had kicked in, and she could tell this would be the only way to get him to cooperate. It must be Lily, she thought to herself, little kids always make me feel like a mum.
"Harry, this morning I woke up to bright flash of light, and then Lily was hugging me and calling me her mummy. These two…I don't know their names, but I think the three of them are related…"
Harry only then noticed the two boys. "Woah…" he muttered, "How old are you two?"
The older of the two, the black haired one, said, "I'm thirteen, thank you very much, and the name's James. Most people call me Jim, though."
"Really?" said Harry, starting to perk up a bit, "What's your name, then?"
The red-haired boy look up, as if startled that he had been talked to. "M-my name's Albus, sir. I'm eleven," he stated in a soft voice.
"Oh, shut up, Al. You don't have to treat them like they're professors, they're just-"
Al rounded on Jim, saying, "No! Mum told us that we should call stranger 'sir' and 'miss' if we're ever lost and-"
"Yeah, well they're not exactly strangers, are they?"
Lily tugged on Ginny's sleeve. She had been watching the boys fight with wide eyes, but now she wanted it to end. "Mummy?" Ginny bent down to her level. "Mummy, can you make 'im and A'bus thop q-q-q," she had some trouble pronouncing the 'q' sound in 'quarreling', "q-q-fighting?"
Ginny ignored the fact that the young girl had called her 'Mummy' again and smiled, "Sure. Why don't you go sit next to Harry and tell him tell you some jokes, and I'll stop them from doing any damage."
Lily grinned and flounced off to sit on the couch. "Daddy!" she cried once she had clambered her way up, "Joke time!"
Harry looked flabbergasted. "But I'm not your-"
"Just go along with it." Ginny hissed in his ear. She made her way over to the two boys, who happened to be making quite a ruckus.
"Boys," stated Ginny, interrupting some insult which Jim had been hurtling at Al. "What is going on here?" Hands on hips, she gave the two her best impersonation of her mother. The two seemed to wilt under her stern gaze, something she had seen her brothers do thousands of times.
"Nothing, Mum, honestly-"
"Alright, that's it. Enough! All three of you have some explaining to do." She grabbed them both by the sleeve and dragged them over to the couch across from Harry. His conversation with Lily became clearer as she plopped Jim and Al into their seats and took one herself on the other side of Harry.
"A guy walks into a bar. What does he say?" Harry asked Lily.
"I 'uno, what?" replied Lily, smiling.
"Ouch!" said Harry.
Lily erupted into a fit of giggles that caused her to bounce where she sat, and both boys cracked a grin.
"Alright, everybody, settle down," said Ginny, "You three are going to tell us who your parents are, what year it is, and…let's go with…your blood status. Jim, why don't you give it a go?"
Jim looked a little surprised, cleared his throat, and said, "Can I take the last on first?"
Ginny nodded affirmative.
"Alright, well, we're all a quarter muggleborn, seeing as dad is half an' mum is pure."
Ginny raised her eyebrows and traded looks with Harry. Were these kids for real??
"The current year is 2016."
"Bloody hell," Harry said after a second, "That's 19 years in the future!" (A/N: Hmm, I wonder why…:P )
"Harry, you mustn't swear around the children. Gives them bad habits, you see," Ginny said absentmindedly. "Jim, you were born in 2003, weren't you?"
He smiled slightly. "Yes, m'am." (A/N: Pronounced with a British accent as, "Yes, 'um." Just saying. I always say my dialogue out loud, and I realized some people might say that the American way.)
There was a moment of silence. Ginny was thinking. If these really were her kids, and these really were the real dates…She'd only be twenty-two when James was born. I don't think I could be a mother at 22! She thought, panicked, I suppose its one of those 'learn-on-the-job' type of things…still…
Just then Harry looked up. "Your parents…you still have them, don't you?"
At this point, Al smiled and said, "Yeah, we do. And our aunts and uncles and cousins and-"
Ginny leaped up and hugged the two boys, tears streaming from her eyes. "My boys…you're my boys…" A mother always knows, even at the tender age of 16. Lily hugged her, and Ginny even felt a strong pair of arms encircle the four of them. It was then that Ginny knew, unequivocally knew, that this was her family. She was sobbing by now, so happy and excited for the future ahead, as long as it contained these four people.
(A/N: OMG, you guys!! Five effing pages on Word, and I still want to do more!! Writing is def. the right job for me. Sit around the house, listen to music, write and eat Tagalongs all day…dream come true! And shut up – tagalongs are way better than thin mints and you know it. Okay, bye-bye sweetums, I gotta sleep nao!)