Title: Intimidating Marvels
Author: smolder
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Angel the Series belongs to Joss Whedon and David Greenwalt. Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling.
A/N: These drabbles won't always be in strict chronological order.
A/N 2: Some of these drabbles will be about people surrounding Winifred's life or who will come into her life at a later date.
A/N 3: Reviews are Good. This has been a subtle hint from the author - Please return to your regularly scheduled reading.

They pulled them out of Hogwarts (for today at least) – this probably constitutes as a family emergency and he got permission from Luna first. But having two fifteen year olds and two fourteen year olds watch you steadily from the couch is much more intimidating than he thought it would be. Maybe, this is one of the reasons why they really put off telling them for so long.

Harry turns to Ginny for support but she is watching him too, looking faintly amused.

"I don't know why you're looking so worried Harry, it's not like the news article blindsided them. The kids have all known about our relationships since before they got into Hogwarts," she tells him calmly.

Harry's breath catches and his eyes dart back to his children who now look like they are trying not to laugh at him as well.

"Did you really think you were that good of a liar, Dad?" James asks dryly and Fred giggles. For a moment Harry is simply distracted by the fact that they are getting along (through the shared amusement of torturing him, sure. But, getting along none the less).

"I thought it started when Albus and I were seven?" Lily asked sounding faintly puzzled and then he sees Ginny give a start beside him. Because that is when it began – it had only been about a week after their party when Ginny and him had talked. But she was so young then, how could she have possibly known?

Then Al is biting his lip, "But it wasn't until later that year, after Ivy's birthday at least, that they started getting more serious."

"That's right," Lily agreed turning to her twin smiling, "but before Christmas."

And that had been when he began his slow tentative moves to the relationship being something more. If Harry had ever been bad at making friends, he was terrible at everything else. Finally after months of talking and probably horrid attempts at flirting Seamus had – near the beginning of December – asked him what the fuck he was doing. And after that his uncontrollable can't-shut-up disease had kicked in. Merlin, he loved that disease sometimes (and Seamus' bluntness). They had pretty much been together (as much as they could in this unconventional set up) since then.

"I," he hears Ginny say stiltedly through his stunned silence, "that's about right."

Oddly, her relationship with Katie and Angelina had progressed more smoothly and quickly than his. But, then again, Ginny had always been more self aware and had probably just set out all of her cards on the table from the get go.

"If it's been going on for seven years," James bit out his voice controlled anger and his body tense - and Lily grabs his hand on one side, Fred pressing her leg against his in silent support on the other (and part of him has to marvel at his children – at how they are all a family), "and you knew that we knew. Or at least thought we did. Why didn't you ever talk to us?"

"James-" Ginny starts.

"No," James says angrily but anyone could hear the hurt as well (Merlin, has he screwed up with all of his kids?). "Don't," it comes out as a pained whisper and Albus reaches across Lily to hold his brother's knee, completing the connection, "don't 'James' me. Just tell me. Why did you lie to us? Why, didn't you talk to us? Not at seven, alright? But 10? 12? 15?" the last is incredulous, "Why?" he repeats.

Harry can only stare. How could he have ever thought his kids wouldn't understand the situation? All the carefully thought out reasons for not talking to him seem to fly out the window in the face of his childrens' obvious distress. None of them seem like they made sense in this moment.

"Sometimes," Fred says in a low voice that seems very loud in the tense room, "sometimes, people don't mean for lies to be lies. Sometimes you just don't talk about things and that just gets to be habit over time."

James' glare shifts to her and he can practically feel how all that bitter competitiveness and jealousy that had been banked seems to flare. But, the twins' hands on him tense in warning and Fred holds his gaze steadily. After a moment all the anger seems to drain out of him leaving him partially slumped against his half-sister (sister).

Fred turns back to them and asks with obvious trepidation, "What has Grandma Molly said?"

Ginny surprisingly laughs but there is little humor in it, "I actually haven't heard anything from her yet. The press never got any pictures of us doing anything together so your grandmother probably believes this is just the lie of the week the newspaper is telling about us."

"When are you going to tell her?" Albus asks.

And Harry and Ginny both freeze with identical deer in headlight expressions.

"Mom," James says sitting up straight again with a voice of extreme put on patience, "Dad, you need to tell Grandma. You're not going to go back to the way things have been," he crosses his arms. "If you two don't tell her, we will."

And seeing all his children - as one - looking at them sternly, Harry doesn't know whether to feel embarrassed (in himself) or proud (of his kids).

He decides to go with proud (for now at least – he knows the self-recrimination will be kicking in hard later).

But that still means there will be a messy, loud, uncomfortable "conversation" with Molly Weasley in the near future.

Damn.