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"You want me to come and live with you?"
"Well, it was just a thought. It doesn't matter, I just thought-"
Harry was forced to stop speaking by the fact Ginny had decided to kiss him.
"I'd love to."
"Really?"
"I've been waiting fifteen years for you to say that. I think it's about time I stopped living with my parents."
"Excellent. I'd hoped you'd say that."
She grinned. "When can I move in?"
"Well, I'm going to have to run this by James first. I don't think anyone's told him about us. He might be a bit weirded out at the idea of you moving in."
"Because of Louise?" Ginny figured it was a good idea to know now if she was going to be allowed to mention Louise's name
Harry faltered. "Yeah, that and the fact he's just found out I'm someone else. The wizarding world is going to notice if you move in with me I think."
By the time they returned to the house, Ginny was thoroughly happy. She was finally moving in with Harry. She'd waited for him, and he was finally hers. Harry was ecstatic that she had agreed; having dreamed of her for nearly seven years he knew that nothing about their love had changed one bit. She was still the girl he remembered loving in his sixth and seventh years.
Hermione was waiting with Ron by the door. They said their goodbyes, and apologized to Luna for not managing to catch any Plimpies. In all the excitement they had forgotten about the nets.
"Well?" Hermione caught their arms as they walked up the road. "You're both looking like Christmas has come again early!"
Harry just smiled. Ginny whispered something to Hermione.
"Molly is going to hate you Harry, she always complains that the house is too quiet when we all go; now you're taking Ginny from her."
But she was grinning. Ron took a moment to compute what Hermione had said into English.
"You're moving in with him Ginny?"
She nodded, still smiling.
Ron remained silent, but Harry thought nothing of it. He did not see the warning look Hermione sent Ron.
Instead of smiling, Harry realised something, and he let go of Ginny's hand.
"Can we keep this quiet for a bit? I think James needs to be the first to know. I don't know how he's going to take it after everything else that's happened this holiday."
Ginny nodded to show she understood.
"It'll be fine."
Back at the house, they were met with more chaos than ever before had graced the Burrow. Hermione took charge.
"EVERYBODY STOP!"
Amazingly, everyone did, literally stopping mid action.
"What- is- going- on? It was amazing how scary she could sound, thought Harry.
There was food everywhere. It looked as if several fireworks had just been set off; David and Benjamin were trying to hide a Weasley's joke box set behind their backs, Fred was holding a pie in a threatening manner, clearly mid-argument with Victoire. Hugo had hold of Lucille's hair and was pulling it, while she held his broom just out of reach. Thomas was on the table, clearly trying to come to his sister's aid, but only managing to knock the books off the shelves. Rose and James had plainly been in the middle of a game of wizarding chess, James was under the table with several pawns in his hand, while Rose was trying to repair the board where a book had fallen on it.
Before Hermione could start yelling, Harry got a quick word in.
"While everyone's in here, I might take James off to have a quick word."
Hermione nodded and James quickly ran out of the kitchen, followed by Harry. Behind them, Hermione started yelling at a level that would have put Sirius's mum to shame.
"Thanks dad, Hugo said his mum can be really evil when she starts shouting."
Harry laughed, remembering the birds Hermione had once set on Ron when he annoyed her.
"Yeah, I think I've seen that side of her. You're lucky I wanted to talk to you then."
He led James into the lounge, relieved to see that it was empty except piles of newly opened Christmas presents.
"Is everything Ok dad?"
"Yeah. Now I know this hasn't been the greatest holiday in terms of everything you've found out."
"You mean that you're somebody else?"
"Well, yes that."
"Can I just say then…?" James looked as if he had been practicing what he was going to say. "I'm not mad at you. Hugo showed me some of his mum's books, and you're in loads of them. I think I'd have wanted to hide as well if I'd lost my magic after all that."
"Are you serious?"
James nodded, and Harry hugged his son tightly.
"Thanks James, that means a lot."
"Just don't tell Hermione we borrowed her books, we weren't supposed to be in her room."
Harry smiled to indicate he wouldn't.
"But dad, there is one thing." Harry's heart sank; he should have known he wouldn't get off that easily. "Are you going to go out with Hugo's aunt Ginny? Because he heard his dad say that you went out before, and she doesn't have a boyfriend."
"Do you and Hugo spend your time listening into conversations? You know everything before I tell you it."
"Not all of our time; just most of it." James grinned cheekily.
"Right, I'll have to remember that next time I'm having a private conversation." Harry was tempted to stick his tongue out at his son, but thought that would be childish. Then he decided to do it anyway.
"Ginny and I were together for a few years while I was at Hogwarts. I guess we both thought we'd end up together. Then I left and she's never forgiven me for that. But we were thinking we might make another go of it."
"Would she move in?"
"I thought I might ask her to. Would you be alright with that?
James paused. "Did you love mum?"
"What sort of a question is that? Of course I loved your mum. At that time I thought of Ginny as a high-school crush (just don't tell her that). Your mum completed me, for the first time I had a family I loved."
"Erugh, too mushy dad."
"Typical boy. Ok, yes I did love your mum, and I always will. But I know that your mum always wanted us to be happy more than anything."
"Is this the Ginny I heard you talking to on the phone that night?"
"You remember that?"
"Yeah"
"Erm, then yes it is."
"But they don't have a telephone here."
Drat. Caught out again.
"She's got a mobile."
Harry caught a cheeky grin from his son, but thankfully he dropped it there.
"Does Ginny know about mum?"
"Yeah, I've told her a lot about your mum and me."
"If she moves in, will she keep doing magic?"
"I don't think I'll be able to stop her really James!"
"Cool! Then Hugo can come over in the holidays. I've said I'll show him my playstationII."
"His granddad will love that" Harry remarked dryly.
"Will you marry Ginny?"
"Let's not move too fast."
Harry ruffled James' hair and hugged him, relieved that he had taken it so well. He'd have to remember to thank Hugo for showing James those books.
"We'd better go. I'm sure Hermione will be done yelling now."
James looked relieved and followed Harry into the kitchen. Sure enough it was sparkling clean and cleared of children. Hermione looked up questioningly as they entered.
"Dad's going to ask Ginny to move in." James announced to the kitchen at large, which was really just Ron and Hermione. Mione had the sense to look surprised and launched herself at Harry, relieved that James seemed to have taken it well.
"That's great Harry, she'll be so pleased."
Before Mione could launch into a spiel, James seemed to have remembered something.
"Dad, there's something else."
Hermione immediately left them alone and returned to the sink, but Harry could tell that both she and Ron were listening,
"Now I know who you are, can I change my surname to Potter?"
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