Author Note: Hello my little monsters….sorry Lady Gaga didn't mean to steal that. Anyway…here is the next chapter. I listened to the poll and used some of my author powers to resurrect Remus from the dead. Sorry Sirius, but I think its best if in this story you remain in the grave. Also…cthulhu my dear friend, I left you a little message on my profile. I would love it if you took the time out of your busy schedule to read it. :) I missed you! And towards my loyalist fans, this one is for you!

Also about the pregnancy potion. No Harry did not have a temporary vagina, he had a hole that acted like a vagina but did not look like one.

Chapter 11

Time jump to December!

Will (PoV)

Harry and I were curled up together in bed when the owl came. I was still getting used to the idea, but I stopped screaming every time I saw one outside of my window. The large bird was perched on the icy ledge outside my window, tapping the glass till I feared for the windows safety.

"Harry," I grumbled, while shaking him awake. He swatted my hand away before rolling away from me. I shook him once again, this time a little more harshly.

"No," Harry whined, "Wanna sleep."

"Harry," I chuckled lightly, he shifted over and looked at me through half open eyes. I smiled down at him, "Hey beautiful," I gave him quick kiss on the lips.

"Hey," he groaned, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, "Why did you wake me up so early on our day off?"

"There's an owl outside the window," I explained.

"And you couldn't have got it?"

"No, not until the wounds heal from last time."

"I guess I can't argue with that," he sighed. Throwing off the covers he crawled out of bed and approached the owl. "This better be bloody important."

"It never is," I complained, plopping down onto the mattress. I heard him open the window and the owl hooting and sounding very annoyed. 'Now you're going crazy, pretending that you can understand owls,' I inwardly sighed.

"Will!" Harry gasped from the window, "Will, read this!" he jumped on the bed and shoved the letter into my face. I grabbed it from him, and began reading.

Dear Harry,

Hey Harry! It's been a while since you responded to my letters. Don't tell me that you've forgotten about your friends here in England. That's why I'm inviting you and William to the Burrow for Christmas. You skipped out on us for three years now and we are not going to let that happen again. If you are not in attendance then very bad things will befall you Harry. Besides, I've included plane tickets for the two of you, since you mentioned that Will is still not used to magic transportation. You have no excuse this time. The flight leaves at noon. Get packing!

Love Hermione

I gave the letter back to Harry. I couldn't believe it. I was invited to meet all of Harry's friends and travel to England for Christmas.

"So?" Harry asked, still kneeling on the bed besides me.

"So what?" I replied. 'Is he seriously considering going to England?'

"So will you come with me? You saw what Hermione wrote, she means it. If I don't show up than I will regret it."

"You really want to go to England?"

"Well yeah, I mean it would be nice for you to meet my friends, I've met all of yours. Plus we spent Thanksgiving at your parents house." He reasoned.

"Yeah, I wasn't expecting them to accept my homosexuality so openly." I reminisced.

"Please Will," Harry pleaded, "Please come to England with me!"

"Okay," I sighed, "Why not. I mean it's only fair for me to meet you friends and family." Harry leaped into my arms, smothering me with kisses.

"Yes! Come one Will! We need to get up and get packing!" he jumped off the bed and rushed into the bathroom. It wasn't until I heard the water running that I realized what was happening. I was going to England. I crawled out of bed and shuffled downstairs into the kitchen. 'I'm going to need a lot of coffee.'

Harry (PoV)

We spent the whole morning packing as I explained who all he would be meeting

"Well first off, we will be staying at the Burrow with Arthur, and Molly. They're the Fred and George's parents. All of the kid's have moved out, but they will all most likely be back for the holiday."

"Wait," Will interrupted, "How many kids do they have?"

"Well there's Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny," I replied while counting them out on my fingers, "Seven. They have seven children."

"Wow, don't wizards have any kind of birth control?" he joked while stuffing another shirt into his suitcase.

"Yeah, but I think Mrs. Weasley really wanted a girl."

"Oh, well I guess that makes sense. I would have thought that wizards would have been able to determine the sex of the child."

"I honestly don't know." I sighed, returning to my packing, "Anyway I still haven't gotten through with the introductions." I had finished packing my things, making them appear from my house by magic. I pulled out my photo album to give Will visual identifications to everybody.

"What's that?" Will inquired, using it as a necessary excuse to stop packing.

"I was just about to show you," he sat down on the bed next to me.

"I'm guessing it's a photo album."

"Yeah, but watch," I muttered the spell to put the pictures back in motion.

"Whoa!" he gasped, as the picture of my parents spun around in the snow.

"Yeah, that's my mom and dad." I began, before turning to the next one. It was a group shot of the Weasley's.

"I take it that that's who we are staying with?" Will guessed, probably by the size of the family.

"Yeah, that's Arthur Weasley," I pointed to his picture; "He works for the ministry, and is a huge muggle fanatic. Be prepared to answer some pretty random questions about muggle appliances."

"Got it," he replied, "How random are we talking here?" he asked on a side note.

"The first time I met him he asked me what the function of a rubber ducky was." I provided as an example.

"Interesting, I will definitely keep that in mind."

"Next up is his wife, Molly," I pointed to the woman standing next to Arthur, "She is the overly mothering type. She'll probably tell you you're too skinny and hug you till you think your spine is going to break." I joked.

"So don't get offended, and grin and bear it?" he teased back. I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Why are you so perfect?" he just shrugged his shoulder and pointed to the eldest Weasley, "Ah that is Bill. You'll only see him Christmas day. He and his wife, Fleur, and their kids are spending Christmas at Fleur's parent's house."
"Anything particular I should know about them?"

"Bill was attacked by a werewolf years ago, he's not infected but he has scars on his face, so don't stare. Fleur on the other hand has Veela in her blood, so she attracts men instantly. Don't worry if you suddenly have the urge to kiss her."

"Veela? Werewolf?" Will stuttered.

"Don't worry Will. Their perfectly harmless." I reassured him.

"Yeah, you said he wasn't infected, it's not like theirs going to be an actual werewolf there."

"Ah, about that, well." Will looked shocked, "I'll explain later. Moving on," I pointed to the next two Weasley's, "That's Charlie, who works with dragons in Romania, and unfortunately he didn't get Christmas off this year. And this is Percy, he doesn't usually show up to family events anymore. They kinda had a falling out after the war."

"I know those two." Will, remarked pointing to Fred and George.

"And this is my best mate Ron, and standing next to him is Ginny." I continued.

"You're ex girlfriend."

"Don't worry, she's married now, to Dean Thomas." I replied.

"I wasn't worried." Will muttered while turning to the next page.

"That is Ron again, with his wife, my other best friend, Hermione. And their two kids, Rose and Hugo" I noticed a small twinge in my stomach every time I mentioned the word kids, or thought about children.

"Um Harry," Will interrupted, "If we want to make that flight, we're going to have to leave for the airport soon." I was snapped out of my thoughts instantly.

"Off course. You call a cab and I'll owl Hermione that we are on our way." Will agreed and gave me a quick kiss before carrying our luggage downstairs and calling the cab. I got up and wrote my reply to Hermione. I grabbed the last of my stuff and was about to leave when I caught my reflection in the mirror. I had put on some weight recently; a small bulge could be seen in my midsection. Will hadn't noticed, and if he did he didn't comment on it. I slowly ran my fingers across the bump.

"Harry!" Will called, breaking the trance. I shook my head, grabbed my belongings and left. Next stop London!