They picked up Teddy without much fuss at Andromeda's, Harry had rented a magic car from the platform, and they had loaded their luggage in the trunk, Ginny's owl and Arnold in the backseat, and strapped in a car seat for Teddy.

Harry and Ginny decided that it would be better and more fun to drive the nearly two hours from the Tonks house to The Burrow, giving Teddy time to settle in and take a nice nap before being accosted by the throng of Weasleys that would surely be at home, ready to welcome Harry and Ginny back from Hogwarts.

"Harry," Ginny sounded worried, so Harry tapped the steering wheel with his wand and turned to face her. "What's he doing? I've never seen him look like that before."

Teddy had morphed his face, but not like he usually did—to look like Harry—but into something different, his hair was red, and he had freckles scattered adorably across his nose and cheeks, and bright green eyes, Harry's eyes!

"I think," Harry started, but was a little freaked out, and even more concerned about voicing his idea to Ginny, "he's trying to look like us put together." He continued to stare at his godson, who turned back and forth between the two, smiling broadly.

"He's beautiful," she whispered, awe in her voice. She reached out to stroke his cheek, "You can look just as beautiful when you look like yourself too though, Teddy." Slowly his hair turned back to auburn and the freckles faded away, the greed turning back to it's normal color. "Harry," she turned and looked at him, still with that amazed look on her face, "We'd have the most beautiful children in the world."

"I think Fleur might have us beat there." It was the wrong thing to say, he knew it, and wished, the second it was out of his mouth that he could take it back. "You know, just because she's part Veela. Sorry," he stumbled, "You took me off guard." He leaned in to give her an apologetic kiss, but she pulled back, affronted.

She still looked sour as she crossed her arms, twisted away from Harry and stared out the window, watching as the countless farms passed by.

When they arrived at The Burrow a half hour latter, Ginny calmly got Teddy out of the backseat, where he stayed asleep in her arms, and cradled him. Harry was glad that she seemed to be over what he had said and moved to put his arm around her. She hissed in a voice so low that it didn't even make Teddy stir, "Don't even think about touching me."

Harry raised his hands—the universal sign for backing off. He knew from experience that when she was mad, it was better not to push it too soon, he'd talk to her later that night, but for now, there was no reason to involve the rest of the family in their affairs. Ginny would never make a scene like that with everyone there.

Without knocking, Ginny walked through the door of her parents' house and let it slam shut in Harry's face just as he was about to step through. No one seemed to notice, so Harry just hung up his cloak on the rack and set Teddy's bag on the floor next to the door.

He could hear loud conversations coming from the living room and solitary footsteps coming from the kitchen, not knowing, or really caring who was in there, he made for the kitchen, not quite ready to deal with a loud group of happy people at the moment.

To his surprise, it was Ginny, walking through the room swinging her hips gently back and forth, rocking Teddy. When she stopped walking by the sink, Harry could see her reflection in the window, and could make out the tears streaming steadily down her face.

How had he hurt her that badly? Ginny rarely cried. He felt awful. Striding over to her, he wrapped his arms loosely around her waist, pulling her back to his chest. She didn't fight him off, or yell at him, or even go rigid, which he took as a good sign and continued.

"Ginny, I'm really sorry, you know I think you're the most gorgeous girl in the world—prettier than any Veela." He looked into the window, and she met his gaze there.

"I know that Harry," She said smiling slightly, but the tears kept coming down

"Then why," he emphasized the question, "are you so upset?"

"Harry, do you want kids?"

"Yes, I do, but is this really the time or place that you want to be having this conversation."

"No, it's not, that's why I'm in here, I didn't want everyone asking me what's wrong, so I said I wanted to keep Teddy asleep for a little bit longer. But then you came and found me."

"I wasn't coming in to find you, I was going to give you some space, I just wasn't ready to be surrounded by a dozen people, so I came looking for where I could only hear one person. Just happened to be you."

"You always find me, Harry," she whispered, and leaned back into Harry. He rested his head against hers, and looked at them in the window. They looked like a real family.

"I love you," he said softly.

"I love you too," she responded.

They stood like that, Ginny trying to calm herself enough so her eyes weren't red, and Harry marveling in how much he loved the girl he was holding. Laughter and hurried footsteps were coming toward the kitchen from outside, Ron and Hermione came tumbling through the door, laughing hysterically as they tripped over one another.