Harry dug around in his large fireproof trunk until he found what he wanted. Getting out a hammer and some nails he began hanging up the few pictures that had survived the fire. Jamea came out of his room to watch.

"Why is it I've never seen these before?" He asked, looking at an ancient picture of Harry and Katherine's marriage.

"Because they aren't very good." Harry said through a mouthful of nails. "Well they aren't are they?"

"They aren't bad." Jamea said and surveyed the next picture, which was of all three of them, Jamea was a five-year-old boy in it grinning madly and crossing and uncrossing his eyes. "I was a dumb kid." He decided.

"You were not." Harry said. "You were just a little crazy. God, I thought I burned this picture." Harry mumbled, looking at one. "No matter."

"Can I see it?"

"No." Harry said. Collin Creevy had taken a picture of Harry and Katherine fighting Voldemort and had had the courage to send it to them. Harry thought he had blown it up. He hadn't. "No, you can not see this picture."

"Why not?"

"Personal reasons."

"Let me guess. Somebody is smoking pot or somebody is naked in it. Or both? Come on!"

"It's not that interesting of a picture." Harry said.

"Well then you wont mind me looking at it." Jamea said quickly and got a grip on the photo and tugged at it. Harry held firm.

"You'll only rip it in half Jamea." Harry said, tugging it the other direction. "Just let go!"

"I want to see what you're keeping me." Jamea said in a strangled voice still tugging at it hard.

"What are you boys doing?" Kat said. "I could hear you two from the garden."

"Mum, he wont let me see the picture!" Jamea whined and tugged again.

"Katherine, believe me. He does not want to see this picture!"

"What is somebody naked or smoking pot in it?" Kat asked. Jamea and Harry dissolved into laughter and the picture fell to the floor and shattered.

Katherine quickly grabbed the picture. She gasped.

"See?" Harry said. "See what I mean?"

"Yes." Kat said. "Why didn't you burn this picture?"

"I swear I thought I did!"

"I got it, I got it, I got it!" Jamea said. "Somebody took some picture and made it look like it was you two- doing something nasty."

"JAMEA!" Harry and Katherine snapped at the same time.

"That's disgusting." Kat said. "If you ever say anything like that again, I'll smack you!"

"Just as long as he" - he looked at Harry who looked painfully guilty- "doesn't smack me, I'll be fine."

"I told you I was sorry and that I never wanted-" Harry said, blushing.

"Can it dad, it was a while ago." Jamea said.

"Jamea, why did you say that?" Katherine demanded.

"Say what?"

"About the picture!"

"Well it would make sense. And it would make sense that you would want to blow it up- you know?"

"Even if that's what it is- which it isn't! - why would we keep it then?" Harry said, coloring.

"I don't know. If somebody was on a business trip and you- err- missed each other you know-"

"Stop." Katherine said. "I'll have no more of that."

Jamea shrugged. "You know, you guys are really easy to get mad. Like, simple."

They said nothing to him and he looked at the pictures again. "You know what's weird, that I just noticed?"

"What?" Harry asked.

"Is how you guys haven't changed at all in 16 years."

"What?" Harry asked. "How do you mean never changed?"

"You haven't aged at all dad, you either mom. You look seventeen still."

"Do not!" Kat said. "Look at these wrinkles!"

"You do not have wrinkles." Harry said. "And I know I've aged. I know I have because I've shrunk a little since school."

"Shrunk?"

"Yeah. I was 6 feet three inches in seventh year and now I'm 6 feet two and three- quarters inches."

Katherine snorted. "Are you concerned about this?"

"Yes, I like being tall."

"I wish I was tall." Jamea said wistfully.

"No you don't." Harry said. "We don't need to go into that again."

"I think we should." Jamea said. "You never tell me anything, the two of you. My friends can tell me everything about their parents. I mean everything. Like how they did in school that their parents' favorite teacher was, what happened in every year. Mum, you were an honor student in your school and dad so were you. And that's all I know about the both of you except what's in the history books about you dad. And it's funny because in my book and everybody else's, a page is missing in your section."

"What?" Harry said. "Why do you care? You can ask me yourself, plus whatever that history book says about me is most likely exaggerated."

"I don't think so." Katherine said. "Your stories are awfully odd anyways."

"Mum, I know just about everything about you and your dad and the rest of your family. I know what happened to you in school. Dad, I know what happened to you until your third year. Why?"

"Because nothing happened to me after that, that's why!" Harry said.

"You were in the Triwizard tournament, weren't you?" Jamea said.

"Yes, but I never want to think about that ever again. Plus, I forbid the company to print what happened after the tasks. It would scare people. People died in that blasted tournament. And it was my fault."

"It was not, Harry." Katherine soothed. Long ago, he had told her what happened.

"Yes it was." Harry said. "Cedric said that I should just take the prize but I was the one that persuaded him to take it with me together. And then when we touched the cup and ended up at that graveyard, they KILLED HIM because they only needed me there. It's my fault that he died and I refuse to believe anything else."

"You didn't know that Voldemort was going to be there." Katherine said. "You didn't even know it was a portkey."

Jamea was watching with wide eyes. "You were next to somebody who died by Avada Kedavra?"

"Yes." Harry said bitterly. "I've been next to three people killed by Avada Kedavra."

"Oh." Jamea said. "Your parents, I forgot."

"Yes." Harry said. "And it's not that spectacular, let me tell you. A green flash and a dead body. That's it."

"Really?" Jamea said. "No screaming or anything?"

"It comes and goes so fast that the victim just has a surprised look on his or her face." Harry said. "And I would know."

"How?"

"Not only have I seen it used, I've performed the curse myself." Harry said and instantly regretted it.

Katherine dropped her jaw and Jamea looked excited. "You did?

"Only to kill Voldemort, RIGHT HARRY?" Katherine said with a forced smile.

"Of course!" Harry said and kissed her brow. "But why are we talking about it? It only brings up bad memories of the deceased."

"But it's interesting!" Jamea said. "Please tell me about the tournament."

"There isn't anything to tell." Harry said. "Nothing at all. I stole an egg, swam in the lake and went through a maze and Cedric died. That's all that happened."

"I doubt it." Jamea said and huffed. "You are really secretive. I'll bet your wife doesn't even know everything about your school days."

"I know all that I want to know about Harry's school days. Anything I don't know would most likely give me nightmares."

"You know all there is to tell, believe me." Harry said. "And if you want to read about me, just open your book. I'm sure their exaggerations about the chamber of secrets is much more interesting than what really happened."

"Uh uh. They say in the book that, "Harry Potter in his second year broke the code of the chamber and traveled into it's depths and fought the monster of Slytherin to save his friend's sister's life by the name of Ginny Weasley" and that's just about it."

"Well, that certainly is a nice sum up." Harry said and narrowed his eyes. "Did they not even mention Lockhart or Ron?"

"Who's Lockhart?" Jamea asked.

"You've never heard of Gilderoy Lockhart?" Kat said. "He was the biggest fraud in the publishing industry the Wizarding world has ever seen. He published all these books about all these monsters he banished when he didn't actually banish them, you know he just ripped tons of people off and blanked their memories so they couldn't even remember doing their great deeds. And then Harry and Ron and Hermione figured out the monster's hiding place- well Hermione was knocked out from it- and Harry and Ron and Lockhart went to get the monster and halfway down they found it's shredded skin and Lockhart said he would take it back, say that Ginny died inside of it and that Harry and Ron lost their memories at the sight. And he tried to wipe their memories with Ron's wand and then Ron's wand backfired and Lockhart lost HIS memory and Harry and Ron ended his career!"

"Wow." Harry said.

"Uh- that's cool…" Jamea said. Katherine had said all this very quickly.

"And speaking of Ron and Hermione, I invited their family for dinner tonight. They should be here soon. Maybe I should start cooking…Harry?"

"What? Why didn't you tell me?" Harry asked.

"I thought I did, but will you help me out? Jamea, go and clean up your room!"

"My room is clean! You made me clean it yesterday! I haven't had the time to mess it up."

"Okay then sweetie." Kat said and he scowled at her. "Finish hanging the pictures. Don't smash your fingers!"

"I've used a hammer before mum." Jamea said.

"Of course you have." Kat said and tapped his head. "And Rachel is coming tonight too and I was wondering if you would-"

"Oh no!" Jamea said, slowly backing away from his mother who was suddenly quite hyper. "I will not watch that daemon child of theirs! You know I can't stand her!"

"I'll pay you." Katherine said.

"How much?"

"Three sickles."

"THREE SICKLES IS NOT A FAIR PRICE!"

"We can discuss that later, okay? Hang up the pictures!"

~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~*

Ron and Hermione and Rachel showed up an hour later. Hermione's stomach was round with child and Rachel kept pressing her ear up to it and saying, "I'm going to have a baby brother."

"How do you know it'll be a boy, sweetie?" Hermione said.

"I saw it in the fire yesterday." Rachel said. Hermione paled at the thought of a Seer in the family and then her little daughter spotted Jamea.

"Hi!" She said to him. Jamea scrunched his nose.

"Hello, Rachel."

"You wanna play dollies?"

Jamea looked at his mother who nodded.

"* Of course* I want to play DOLLIES!" Jamea said and the four year old took his hand and led him away.

"Sit down!" Katherine said. "You'll kill your knees Hermione, if you stand up with a belly that size."

"Thanks." Hermione said. Ron helped her into a chair.

"Hermione, how far along are you?" Harry asked.

"7 months."

"Seven?" Harry said. "Wow."

"Yeah, amazing, isn't it?" Hermione said. "I'll be glad when this kid is out of me!"

"Now do you really mean that?" Kat asked.

"Yes!"

"But, I mean, Ron aren't you waiting on her hand and foot?"

"Yes." Ron said stiffly.

"And he enjoys it too, I'm sure." Harry said and elbowed him. He blushed again.

"He'd better." Hermione said and lifted an eyebrow.

"And I do." He leaned to his left a little and kissed her brow.

"You know, it's funny thinking about all of us when we were kids in school. Who would have thought it'd be all of us marrying each other?" Harry said.

"Yeah." Ron said. "I remember in our fourth year after the Yule ball I told 'Mione here how I felt and that I was mad that she went with Krum and she just blew up on me. Yelling that if" -he put on a high nasal voice- "You like me so much Ron Weasley you should have told me how you felt before Krum did!"

They all laughed. There was a shout from Jamea's room. Harry spun his head in the direction and Kat stood up.

"Is everything okay, Jamea?" Katherine called down the hall.

"NO!" Jamea said. "Look- what- she- did- to - my- my- HAIR!" He walked into the kitchen and everybody bit back a laugh.

"We played barber shop." Rachel said. "I gave Jam-Jam a haircut!"

Jamea was almost in tears as he felt his head, which was missing patches of hair here and there, and everything was in different lengths.

"He's beautiful." Rachel crooned and kissed her hands to him.

"I'm going to kill myself." Jamea said lightly with a short, insane laugh. "I'm going to shave my head and then, I'm going to kill myself."

"Don't talk like that Jamea, it'll grow back!" Katherine said.

"Not for weeks!" Jamea said in a strangled voice.

"I am so, so sorry Jamea." Ron said. "She's just a kid, she doesn't know what she's doing."

"I think she does!" Jamea said. "I gave her fake scissors! Fake, plastic dull as crap scissors! She changed them with her powers and made them real!"

"Rachel!" Hermione scolded. "Never do that again! Apologize to him!"

Rachel burst out in tears. Hermione remained firm. She shuffled over to Jamea, who now looked guilty and said in broken sobs, "I'm sohwee Jam- Jam."

Jamea walked out of the room at this point and they heard the whir of Harry's electric razor as Ron gathered his daughter in his lap.

"We're really sorry." Ron said. "She's been doing things like this a lot recently."

"Really?" Kat said, looking concerned. "Where does she get the mischievous tendencies?"

"Fred and George." Hermione, Ron and Harry chorused.

The conversation moved on. "Harry, Kat have you told Jamea about- the um- you know- whatever you've forbidden the world to know about?"

"No." Harry said. "And he's onto us. I know he is. Why, just today he was pestering me about my fourth year…."

"Christ Harry, you can tell him that." Hermione said

"No, I can't. I may be brave or whatever, but I cannot bear to think about that."

"Why?" Ron demanded. "It wasn't that bad."

"Cedric died-"

"AND IT WASN YOUR FAULT." Ron said loudly. "Give it up man!"

"Sorry." Harry said. "But I cant do it. If you want to, fine, he's in our room right now, shaving his head…"

"Harry calm down." Katherine said.

"Sorry, Kat." Harry said.

"So you haven't told him." Hermione persisted. "Even when his life may be in danger? You know, Lindsay's death wasn't a coincidence! You should tell him."

Jamea walked silently down the hall, listening to the conversation.

"We know we should tell him." Katherine flared. "But what he doesn't know, can't hurt him."

"You know what I think?" Ron said.

"No, what do you think Ron?" Harry asked.

"I think that you can't admit to your son the truth just like you couldn't admit it to us." Ron said grandly. "And when you don't tell kids things they just go digging around through your personal belongings like we did to find out what you were."

"Bull shit." Harry said quickly in a low voice. "I didn't tell you because- uh- well you guys were being snoopy! Why would I want to tell anything to you?"

"Because we're your friends?" Hermione said. "Face it, Ron was right when he said that. You just can't admit the truth!"

Rachel giggled. "Jam- Jam's hair is all gone!"

"What?" Hermione asked. "How did you know that?"

"He's right there!" Rachel pointed to a wall.


"That's a wall, sweetie." Ron said. "You cant see Jamea from there."

"Yup, I can too." Rachel said and giggled. "Jam- Jam!"

Jamea was just about to have a cardiac arrest. He moved back into his own room and shut the door.

Ron tactfully changed the subject.

"Are you and Katherine planning on anymore?" Ron said, blushing slightly. "You know- kids?"

"Oh, I don't know." Harry said.

"Yes we will." Katherine said.

"We will?" Harry said.

Katherine nodded. "We will."

"When?"

Ron and Hermione were chuckling at the look on Harry's face.

"I tried to get Sirius to be here when I said this, but he was busy." Katherine said and sighed. "Jamea come in here!"

"What do you want?" Jamea asked as he sauntered into the room, hair all gone.

"Just a talk. Jamea, Ron, Hermione, Rachel." She looked at the man next to her and squeezed his hand. "Harry."

"Yes, what is it? Are you okay?" Harry asked and stood up.

"I'm fine." Katherine said and shook her head. "I have you all here to tell you something. You may have noticed my mood swings lately-"

"I'll say!" Jamea said. "Clean up your room, Jamea! Oh come here honey, I love you! WHY ARENT YOU CLEANING YOUR ROOM?"

"Shut up, Jamea." Harry commanded.

"Fascist." Jamea said and huffed.

"Anyway, the reason for it all is- uhhhh- see- I'm Pregnant." And she smiled, having the burden off her chest.

Harry looked at her, dazed. "Pregnant?"

She nodded.

"Jamea?" Harry asked.

"What." Jamea asked flatly looking at the man next to him.

"Catch me!"

And Harry fainted.