Guten Tag!(Good day in German) I have another chapter for you and I'm sure that the majority of you are skipping this author's note to read it, but for those of you who do, thank you for putting up with my babbling. I just wanted to thank all of my wonderful reviewers. I used my study hall time to write you all this. This chapter is your reward for lovely reviews! Keep 'em coming-they give me incentive to post. :) I also wanted to say that the song at the end of last chapter was 'Never Grow Up' by Taylor Swift. Banandie asked me the name, so I decided to post it so everyone knows. Thanks for reviewing! Now, enough talk-here's the chapter!

Disclaimer: For some reason, J.K. Rowling will not allow me the rights to Harry Potter. Apparently, she doesn't want me to write the whole other series I have planned. In any case, it's hers, of course.

Chapter 27: Part 6

Ten Months

Dear Harry,

This is huge. HUGE HUGE HUGE HUGE! Lily said her first word today. Guess what it was? Right! 'Momma'! She said Momma! Oh my gosh! I just can't stop smiling! This is so exciting! AH! I should probably tell you what happened...

"Connor, how many times? You do not throw! Got it?" I ask my son exasperatedly. I really don't know what's gotten into him. He throws everything he can get his hands on these days-toys, food, washclothes, and even my wand when he grabbed it out of my pocket. Luna says it's just a stage, but that only makes me angry. She's not here all day to deal with it; I am.

Connor, meanwhile, looks up at me with heart-melting brown eyes. I just can't resist giving him a smile when he does that. He totally has Harry's effect on the ladies-you can't help but love him. I start to smile, catch myself, and force my face into a frown.

"No, Connor, that is not OK. No throwing!" I reprimand him. He looks at me, then picks up a block. He starts to chew on it, and I turn back to the memory book, intent on getting the last few pictures from their eighth month in. I've just stuck the second-to-last picture down when the block hits me squarely in the side of the head.

"Connor James Potter!" I cry, standing up and turning to look at him(I decided to give them Harry's surname and not mine). "That is a bad boy! NO!" He looks startled at my outburst. "I've told you so many times not to throw that I lost count. Now, if you throw that godforsaken block again, so help me, I will put you to bed before Lily for the rest of the week!" He hates going to bed alone, even with a nightlight. He needs to have his twin in the room with him before he finally settles down. So, although he doesn't know it, that's a pretty big threat. He sits down quietly and doesn't reach for another toy, just watches me. I stick the last picture in.

"There!" I announce. "Another month done. I need to get the film developed, actually. Maybe-oh, no!" I gasp, as the oven goes off, along with the smell of smoke. I cast a quick Silencing Charm on the smoke detectors and run to pull dinner out of the oven. It's perfectly fine, but a ton of cheese fell off the top and landed on the bottom of the oven, where there is a fine layer of burned cheese. Gross.

I Vanish it, then open all the windows and cast an air-freshening charm. The smell of lilies comes out of my wand and I laugh. "Just like you, baby girl," I giggle, then turn my attention back to dinner and the oven. It badly needs cleaned, now that I think about it. Do I have any dragon's blood handy? Probably not. Oh, well, I'll just have to do it the old-fashioned way. Not now, though, I've got to assess dinner and ensure there's no harm done. Looking like it's fine and actually being edible are two different things, which I learned the first time I used the Muggle oven. That was just disastrous.

Behind me, Lily fusses. I start to talk about nothing in particular, hoping to calm her down. Lily likes it when I talk, but Connor likes it when I sing. So I talk about my annoyance with the oven, hoping I didn't do serious damage and wondering aloud when I'm going to clean it. I've just decided on a time to do so when it happens.

"Momma!"

"Yes?" I ask absentmindedly, not even realizing until about five seconds later that someone was talking to me. And that the only people who would call me Momma in this house are currently 10 months old. I whirl around.

Lily is standing up, looking at me, impatience in her green eyes. She's pointing to a rattle lying on the floor about three feet away from the playpen. I guess she or Connor chucked it out and now she wants it back. But I can't move. I'm too frozen, staring at Lily.

"What did you say?" I ask in a whisper. She lets out an exasperated wail.

"Momma!" she says again, and this time I'm sure I heard right.

"Oh, Lily!" I exclaim, rushing over to her and taking her out of the pen. "Momma's little girl!" I coo, hugging her tight and spinning all around the room. I'm ecstatic with happiness. Her first word already! Oh, my gosh! She's growing up so fast...and Connor, too...maybe Harry should have a bigger part in their lives. Perhaps I really am doing the wrong thing here. He would love his children, I have no doubt about that. And I also think he could protect them from all the awful things in this world. But I don't know if I have the courage to return and face my family and the press. Besides, what if Harry doesn't love me anymore? After all I've done wrong to him, could he still love me? And if he didn't, could he ever forgive me?

Two days later, Connor spoke his first word, too. Lily was being crabby, and so was sitting upstairs under her mobile, watching it move with her intelligent green eyes. It was the only thing that kept her quiet, so Connor and I were in my room across the hall. I was spending a little quality time with my baby boy, who was really getting quite big now. He had that block he loved so much, the one he threw at the side of my head the day Lily spoke for the first time. She's only said 'Momma' one other time since.

"What's my name, little guy? Huh? Are you ever gonna talk to me? Are you?" I ask Connor, giving him a warm smile. He returns it and goes on chewing on his block. I sigh. Ever since Lily said 'Momma', I've been trying to get Connor to do the same. But no such luck. I sighed and began to sing to him, softly. The new song I'd written a month or so ago when Hermione came down. I've decided to call it 'Never Grow Up'. Connor stops playing and watches me with excited brown eyes. He does just love it when I sing to him.

I finish the first verse and find that I can't continue anymore, so I merely move over to the window and stand there, Connor in my arms, staring out at the grim sky. I rock Connor back and forth for about two minutes before he decides I'm not going to finish the song, but he wants me to.

"Momma," he says quietly, just loud enough for me to hear. I'm so surprised I almost drop him right then and there. I stare at him, eyes wide in shock. He smiles at me, then rubs his hand on his mouth. That's his sign for me to sing. But I'm still dumbstruck.

"Did you just talk to me? Do it again!" I demand of him. He merely smiles, tugs on my hair, then rubs his mouth again. So I give him a big kiss and finish my song. When I'm done, he smiles widely and claps his hands.

"Momma!" he shrieks, and I laugh, twirling him in the air, marveling at the amazing creature I hold in my arms.

So they can both talk now. This is just the beginning, though. Connor says 'Momma' at every available opportunity, while Lily uses it only if she needs my help. I can't help but wonder sometimes if their first word would have been 'Dada' had you been here. I'm so sorry again for all I've done.

Love you forever, love you for always,

Ginny

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