I hope the ending is alright, I kind of had to put it in for the next chapter but I'm not good with that sort of stuff. Please review :)
"Are you ok James?" Ginny asked, turning to look at her 17 month old son who was strapped into his car seat in the back of the car. He now had a small list of words he could speak, though only those who knew him well could understand them all.
"Yes." He replied with a slight lisp.
"Good, we're nearly there now. We're going to Uncle Bill's house. You've never been there before." She spoke softly. Though James could utter some words he was still not capable of forming sentences.
"I've packed your toy broom so you can go and fly on the beach with Teddy and Victoire, would you like to do that?" Harry questioned.
"Yes, fly." James smiled.
They pulled onto the drive of Shell Cottage and were almost immediately bombarded by a hoard of small red headed children, apart from Teddy who had bright blue hair with a bubble gum pink stripe down the middle and Roxanne who had coarse, dark hair like her mother.
"Hello Auntie Ginny." Fred, who was now 3, smiled. There was only a hint of his mother on his face, her smile and a slight tan to his skin; he mostly looked like his father with red hair and freckles. Roxanne, who had just reached her second birthday was being picked up and swung around by Harry whilst Louis and Victoire looked on in awe.
"Pick me up Uncle Harry." Victoire insisted "I want to fly."
"Me." Louis, who was also two, begged. "Me too."
Once the children had all been swung around by Harry they headed inside Shell cottage.
Bill was stood at a kitchen counter pouring out drinks for everybody, Fleur was busy with some kind of pie which she was just pulling out the oven and smelt delicious, Angelina and Luna were sat entertaining Dominique who was strapped into a wooden highchair whilst George was discussing the shop with Charlie, Neville and Percy whilst Audrey was deep in conversation with Mr and Mrs Weasley.
"Where are Ron and Hermione?" Questioned Harry; looking around for them.
"Late as usual." Bill smiled "They should be here soon. Ron's probably forgotten to get dressed or something, you know what he's like."
Harry nodded, laughing.
Twenty minutes later Ron and Hermione finally pulled up on the drive.
"Yum, something smells good." Ron commented as he entered the kitchen.
"Dinner, which is going cold because somebody was late!" George complained.
"Sorry." Hermione apologized "We lost track of time. I thought it was only three."
"Well you're here now, so food time." Percy said eagerly.
Once everybody was tucking into a delicious chicken and mushroom pie talking pretty much seized apart from the odd 'can you pass me the gravy'.
The children ate down on the beach supervised by Luna and Mrs Weasley, leaving the adults to have a peaceful meal without constant interruption.
When they had finished the plates were cleaned with a wave of Fleur's wand and repositioned in the cupboard with another. The light was beginning to fade outside when Harry decided to go for a walk down the garden.
Without thinking where he was going his feet automatically carried him down to the bottom of the garden where the rock engraved with 'Here lies Dobby, a free elf', was situated.
Harry knelt down to touch the ground, knowing that beneath it one of the best creatures he had ever known was lay. He placed his hand on the rock, feeling the way it was beginning to crack under the influence of the harsh English weather. He felt a lump in his throat and hurriedly tried to push it down, determined not to show his weakness. He felt a hand on his shoulder, making him jump and spin to see Ginny stood behind him.
"Yeah." He croaked "I'm fine."
Ginny looked as though she didn't quite believe it but didn't attempt to dig any deeper.
"It's beautiful here, isn't it?" She smiled, reaching out to take his hand.
Harry nodded, not trusting himself to talk.
"I didn't know him well, but I know he'd be happy here. Who wouldn't be? It's calm and peaceful yet full of life." She continued on.
"Come on shall we head home?" She suggested.
Harry nodded once again.
"I'll go and fetch James; Luna's just brought them all back." Ginny whispered, "Why don't you go and wait in the car? I'll just say my goodbyes."
Harry unlocked the car and sat in the passenger seat attempting to gain composure.
Ginny stepped back inside Shell Cottage.
"Right, we'd better head home." She told James. "Are you walking to the car or shall I carry you?"
"No. Stay." He whined.
"We can't stay James, we have to go. Come on." She insisted.
Once they were all loaded into the car they began the drive home.
As they pulled up on their drive Ginny turned to see James was snoring softly in his car seat. Hurriedly she put him to bed before changing for bed herself. Eventually Harry entered the room and flopped onto the bed next to her.
"Do you think it's time for James to have a baby brother or sister?" Harry asked.
Ginny, not expecting this question, sat in silence for a moment.
"Yes, I suppose so." She agreed.
Harry smiled before leaning over to kiss her.
"James would like a sibling." She grinned. "He's actually quiet for once."
Harry nodded before leaning over to kiss her more passionately.