A/N: Congrats to CaittyLin on being the 1000th reviewer! Oh, I'm going to have a terrible exam tomorrow, I'm so nervous! Wish me 'May the Force be with you!', please!

Super saya-Jin Gotan: no, not at all.

bucky: what does the phrase 'having the poor kid on a bed of nails' mean? I tried to look it up in a dictionary, but couldn't find it.

X_Tow_Naga: really? Is this the only HP fic you read? My, I'm honoured! :)) I didn't exactly understand your question about 'why wouldn't Hogwarts have the same charm' – you asked something about Moody and the portkey… did you mean that they shouldn't be able to use a portkey at Durmstrang? I don't know, but I think they should be able to, since you could use it at Hogwarts as well (see Moody). Sorry if I didn't answer your question, but I didn't understand it. I've been contemplating to make Harry want to stay for a longer time, but in chapter 19 you'll see why he won't stay, after all. No, the news that would make Harry happy was not Percy's wedding, but Hedwig's children. I'm sure that Harry doesn't like changing diapers, but he missed his kids so much that he was glad to do it. Anyway, who knows… there could be a 'Changeus Diaperus' Charm that allows you to change it without getting your hands dirty :) No, Dannie isn't speaking yet, Sirius was just joking. Yes, H and G resort to condoms now, since they don't trust the potions and charms anymore. Condoms are safer. A bit of Abu (a very little bit of him) in this chapter – but I'm planning to give him much bigger role in the sequel! Why does Aberforth live in Durmstrang? Hm, I guess he must have a house in Russia, but since he lives alone, he's bored. He has no family, only a couple of friends, and even those friends live at Durmstrang. So, for the duration of the tournament he stays there. And of course there's Minerva as well and he doesn't want to leave her alone ;-)

Crazycutee831: Harry is leaving in chapter 19.

Whit2005: 'hello, how are you?' in Hungarian is 'szia, hogy vagy?'

One-Winged Butterfly: there will be a bit about Lily at Hogwarts in the sequel, but the central figure won't be Lily. What is VH? No, I'm surely not the Rita Skeeter there, because I'm only playing Rita at a Hungarian net-forum.

princesswitch: in ch. 35.

jeanine23Dr: thanks, I'll read that fic.

Cassandra Anthemyst: I have seen Mighty Joe Young, but don't remember it much. All I remember is that there was a huge gorilla and a blonde chick. I don't even remember its outcome. Really, what happened to the gorilla? Was he taken back to Africa, or what?

Rebecca Elizabeth Metz: you say Harry's a sex-maniac? I say he's just a healthy 19-year-old guy who hasn't made love to his wife for about 9 months. So it's rather understandable that he desires her, isn't it? Did you expect him to go home and start building a sand-castle with Ginny, as if they were 5-year-olds? Anyway, if you think that this story is too much about sex, then stop reading it RIGHT NOW, because in the next chapters Harry will shamelessly sleep with his wife! *bad, bad Harry, how dare he???* You wrote you were very good in biology. So am I, and I need to remind you that you mixed up science with magic. Of course magic can turn Ginny's eyes green, but it doesn't need to change her DNA as well. And, even if it would, Dan wouldn't necessarily have green eyes, since his grandpa, James Potter had brown eyes. As you know, children can inherit stuff not only from their parents, but from their grandparents and great-grandparents as well. Lastly, I DO admit that I'm wrong in many cases, but in the case of Daniel's eye-colour I wasn't wrong.

notebook girl: the RPG is a Hungarian one at a Hungarian Internet-forum.

PepsiAngel: yes, you'll see Percy's wedding in next chapter.

Hayley Mills: first of all: did you get your nickname from the actress in Parent trap? I love that movie, seen it at least 10 times! What do Hungarians do for fun? Just the same as everyone else: watch TV, go for a trip, swim, play soccer, go to the theatre, etc. You asked a couple of Hungarian phrases, so here we go: 'szia, hogy vagy?' = 'hi, how are you?', 'szép idõnk van' = 'we are having a nice weather', 'jó reggelt!' = 'good morning!', 'jó estét!' = 'good evening!'. If you want more, write me and tell me what you want me to write in Hungarian :)

Mage: David as the bad guy? Hehe, nooooo…

Coolio: the story's finished, but I'm still correction and re-writing it.

Almah: huh? "." What does this mean?

denverhockeygirl: thanks a lot :))

Bienfoy: you'll find out everything about Tatyana in time.

romina: 39.

Toby Haine: thank you, Toby, I'm glad you like it. I can't wait to read more of Eternal Labyrinth, so keep writing, my friend!

Faunix: yes, I'm going to write a sequel (already started it, but I don't have much time, I'm going to write it during the summer.)

Waldomier: yes, Dudley did tell them. There will be a flashback in this chapter, showing the outcome of the 'Davie is a wizard' conversation between Dudley and his parents.

Moony Lover: I also imagined Snow White a bit like Chewbacca, just with white fur :)) You'll get to know why the potions and charms didn't work for them… let's see… in chapter… 35. (Yes, Harry is very good in bed, but not that good, LOL). Hedwig's babies will stay alive :) Draco's doing well, thanks. You'll see him in about 10 chapters (and you'll see a LOT of him after then.)

Rab: yes, of course the gems will be used later. Yes, I did get the title of ch 12 from My fair Lady. Hagrid? He isn't even at Durmstrang! He has absolutely nothing to do with the tournament! (but if I asked him who he was rooting for, he'd say Dennis, of course.) No, no Darth Harry… LOL, I laughed so hard when I read that! :)))

star queen: no, Lily won't have the same problem when she grows up. I guess I have seen sugarquill.net, but I think the easiest way to find good HP fics is ffnet. Even scnoogle isn't that good – you can't exactly know what the fics there are about, and I usually don't start reading a fic if I don't know its summary, genre, rating, etc. So, I have inspired you? :))

Ginny Potter a.k.a. Nefertiri: why have you got bored of your name? I loved it! Besides, there are too many Ginny Potters on ffnet. IMHO you should have stayed Nefertiri, that's much more original :) Yes, I'm writing a third part to this story, and Lily will be 13 in it, Daniel 12.

Arif: in chapter 3 Dudley told his parents about Davie's magic powers, but I didn't show their reaction. It will be in this chapter. Yes, I do think that a squib can have wizard children. Hm… read this chapter, it'll tell you about it. I know ice hockey, but I never watch it. It's not a popular sport in Hungary. We like soccer (not me, but the most of the Hungarian population). Viktor - a Muggle born? No way. Remember: at the end of book 4 – before the 3. task – his parents visited him at Hogwarts. I think that Muggles wouldn't go to Hogwarts (with the exception of Dudley in TGSoHH:) You are mixing up Rita Skeeter with Trelawney. Rita is the nasty journalist, Trelawney is the Divination teacher – I'm playing the nasty journalist.

K.C. Hunter: 39 chapters. Was the concert good?

BlueIce: some scenes might come close to R rating, but I PROMISE that there WILL BE NO DESCRIBED SEX! You have my word! Of course condoms aren't 100% sure, because they can… um… tear :)) Haha… your remark on the owls was very funny!

teacherchez: Harry surely knew condoms before Hogwarts, but he became 'too much of a wizard' as the years passed, so it didn't occur to him to use it. He trusted the spells more – though he shouldn't have :) Yeah, number 999 is also nice!

Tessa: maybe :)

Anigurl88: yes, of course I remember you! Welcome back! 26th December is called Boxing Day in Great Britain. It is the day when people go visit their relatives and friends – I guess. I'm not British, either :)

ladyyuy: welcome back! To your question… maybe *wink*

Celtic Ember: no, it won't. *grin* something HAS TO work for them for a change!

apple-pie: you are going to read more kiváló fejezet about Christmas (I hope so :)

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Chapter 17

I wish every day could be like Christmas

Next morning Harry awoke with an unaccustomed warmth beside him and a pleasant memory hovering close to his thoughts - a pleasant memory of something he hadn't done for almost a year.

He stirred and Ginny melted into his embrace, her eyes still closed, but a little smile appearing on her lips. Harry bent down to place a kiss on her forehead and she let out a chuckle.

He reached out to tickle her arms, slipping his hand lower and lower, until she couldn't hold back laughter anymore.

"You've been awake!" he pretended to be surprised. "Little deceiver! This calls out for… a bit more tickling!" he pulled the cover over their heads and continued where he had left off, until Ginny was practically screaming with laughter.

* * * * *

"Enjoying themselves, aren't they?" Ron snuggled his nose into Hermione's neck in a room at the other end of the long corridor. The Potters' laughter could be heard throughout the Black Manor. "Shouldn't we also enjoy ourselves?"

"But we've enjoyed ourselves for three times in the last two hours, Ron!" she pointed out.

"Heeeeeerm… just once more!" Ron pleaded.

"You are evil, you know." she gave him a reproachful look. "You know that if you look at me like that, I simply cannot resist you."

"Glad to hear! It's nice being evil." Ron grinned and pulled his wife into a long, searing kiss.

* * * * *

"Oooooh…" Harry sighed and leaned back into his pillow, totally exhausted. "If we continue on like this, I'll have to ask Hermione for more of those packages."

"Who knows, Harry? Maybe you'll get a crate of them from her for Christmas." Ginny grinned, propping her head against his chest. Suddenly Harry sat up, Ginny practically falling off him. "What happened?" she demanded with a furious frown.

"I've just realised, Gin!" he shouted with happily glinting eyes.

"What?"

"It's Christmas!" he jumped out of the bed, put on his glasses and started dressing. "Presents, Gin!"

"Oh, come off it, Harry." she rolled her eyes. Her beloved hubby could behave in such a childish way!

"C'mon, sweetheart!" he jerked the cover off her.

"Give it back! It's cold!" she squealed.

"Then start dressing and you won't feel cold!" he smirked and headed for the bathroom.

* * * * *

"Mmmm… that was really enjoyable, Herm." Ron stretched his limbs.

"Yeah, it was." she planted a small kiss on his nose. "Happy Christmas, dear."

"Christmas?" he yelled excitedly. "Presents!"

* * * * *

Soon all residents and guests of Black Manor (Harry, Ginny, Ron, Hermione, Sirius, Lily, Daniel, Abu, Hedwig, her six children and Dinky the house-elf) were down in the living room, surrounding the Christmas tree. Daniel was lying on a sofa, rather interested in the sparkling crystals at the tree – he was the only one who wasn't a bit excited about the packages lying under the tree. All the others' eyes were fixed on the presents, until Sirius spoke up: "Why don't we open them?"

At that second everyone lunged at their presents, ripping the wrappers off them. For about ten minutes nothing else could be heard but the noise of torn wrappers and excited yells, such as: "Wow, Harry, real wizard vodka! Always wanted to try it!"

"Another book, Hermione?"

"Doll! 'Arry brought doll!"

"Socks from master Harry! Socks! Dinky loves socks!"

"A book by Viktor Krum? Cool! Thanks, mate!"

Hedwig got a huge package of owl treats and Abu was presented a crate of bananas.

Harry received a nice, warm jumper from Ginny, who turned out to be just as good at knitting as her mother. "It has a special heat-magic installed, dear." Ginny explained. "So that you surely won't catch a cold in Russia… oh, really, what was that thing with the pneumonia?"

"Oh, that." Harry waved. "Don't worry about that, sweetheart, it's over."

"But… how did you catch it?" Ginny worried.

"Er… fell in the lake." Harry replied. He didn't feel like explaining his pseudo-relationship with Mileta Krum.

"Fell in the lake?" she blanched. "Oh, poor dear! You sure you are alright?"

"Ginny…" he grinned at her. "Did I look not alright half an hour ago?"

"Oh, but of course." she turned red. "By the way, what do I get from you?"

Harry pulled a little box out of his pocket. "This."

She opened the box to see two identical red gems. "They're beautiful! But… how am I supposed to wear them? In an earring, or what?"

"No." he shook his head. "Actually you are only going to wear one of them." Ginny raised an eyebrow. "Let me explain." he said, leading her into a corner, away from the others, who were still opening, or – in Sirius' case tasting - their Christmas presents.

"Wonderful." Sirius asserted, taking another draught of the Quality Wizard Vodka.

"I think it's enough for today, Sirius." Hermione said, gently pulling the bottle out of Black's hand. "You'd better not get drunk at Christmas."

"Drunk?" Sirius giggled, cross-eyed. "Naaaay."

"What are you two doing in that corner, eh?" Ron asked the Potter couple.

"Sssh, I don't want to botch the spells!" Harry replied, pointing his wand at the two rings and the two gems they had put on a nearby table. "Compone gemma et anulum" the gems merged with the rings. Now both Ginny and him pulled the rings onto their ring-fingers and Harry told the second spell, pointing his wand first at Ginny, then at himself: "Coniunge per vium magicae… There. Ready."

"It's a wonderful present, Harry." Ginny examined the modified ring, while Harry did the same with his. "Bloody brilliant, to be exact." she pulled his face down to hers and gave him a big kiss. "From now on I'll always know whether you're all right, and if not, then the ring will help me find you and help you."

"And it works the other way around as well." Harry said. "Whatever happens, I'll be there for you with the help of the gems. I'll always be there for you, My Little Gem."

She giggled and pulled him into another kiss.

"Hey, that's enough, guys! All the four of you, stop it!" Sirius shouted, tripping over a chair. "Damn. Who put these chairs here?" he stood up, trying to steady himself.

"Stop talking that way in my daughter's presence!" Harry said and continued kissing Ginny.

"There's only one chair." Ron whispered to Hermione.

"Double-vision." she shrugged. "Antialcoholicus!" she pointed his wand at Harry's godfather, whose vision cleared at once.

"It seems that the Wizard Vodka really knocks you out easier than the Muggle one." Harry perceived, then turned back to his wife and continued snogging where they'd left off.

"Look!" little Lily tugged at Sirius' sleeve. "Doll in doll in doll!" she said, pulling her new toy, the matroshka doll apart, revealing the smaller and smaller dolls inside.

"Eurgh, that one looks like Snape!" Black pointed at the sixth doll that contained one last doll inside, slightly resembling Cornelius Fudge.

"Cool holiday, Christmas." Ron sighed happily as they sat down into the armchairs before the fireplace.

"Yeah, wonderful." Harry nodded. "I wish every day could be like Christmas."

"…and every night like Christmas Eve." Ron added with a wink. Harry flushed from the memories of Christmas Eve.

"And, what did you get from Hermione?" Ginny turned to him.

"Not what you guessed." Harry replied.

"Really?" she pouted. "What if we run out of…?"

"Then I'll apparate into London and buy a heap of it in an apothecary." Harry said. "So don't worry about running out of the… stocks."

"Great." she giggled, scooping up little Dan, who must have been lulled into sleep by Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer, coming from a CD player. (In Black Manor you could use Muggle devices).

"Rudolph?" Hermione made a wry face. "Reminds me of something… unpleasant."

"Me too." Harry nodded.

"What?" Ron inquired.

"Well, you know, Aberforth has this sled…" Harry started to explain when the doorbell rang. "Are we expecting someone today? I thought your parents were going to come tomorrow."

"That's right." Ron replied.

"Oh, I've forgotten!" Ginny slapped her forehead. "I've invited Dudley and Millicent. Here. Hold him a bit." she placed Daniel into Harry's arms and went to answer the door.

Dudley entered with his wife – the latter holding a little, pudgy blonde child in her arms.

"Hello, Ginny. Thanks for the invitation." he said.

"You're welcome."

"Hi, Dudley." Harry said, feeling a bit surprised. It seemed that his cousin had grown fond of visiting him on holidays – or rather Ginny had grown fond of inviting Dudley over on holidays.

"Hi, Harry." the young Dursley stretched out his hand, which Harry shook, still holding his son in his other hand. "Dannie, isn't it?" Dudley leaned forward to have a look at the sleeping baby. "He looks exactly like you."

"Um, do you still remember what I looked like when I was put on the Dursleys' doormat?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Sure, I do. I loved kicking you around." Dudley grinned, and the cousins burst out laughing.

"Welcome, Dudley. Happy Christmas."

"Thanks. Merry Christmas to you, too." Dudley said. "It is nice to be among normal people for a change."

"Normal?" Harry gaped. "We are wizards, Dudley! Crazy, dangerous, abnormal folks, remember?"

"You are still better than certain Muggles." his cousin shrugged.

Harry didn't dare believe his ears. Was this the real Dudley? "Hello, Millicent." he greeted his cousin' wife as she approached with Ginny. "Who is this lovely little boy, huh?"

"Our son." Millicent replied proudly.

"Your… son?" Harry asked. "You weren't pregnant at my birthday-party, were you? Or… can't be, this little guy looks at least one year old."

"That's correct." Dudley nodded. "He is one year old – today."

Understanding dawned on Harry. "Your brother, David, then."

"Yup. This is Davie." Dudley replied.

"But what did your wife mean by telling that he was your son?"

"That's a long story…" Dudley sighed.

"We have loads of time!" Ron chimed in. "Hi, by the way."

Ginny led Millicent and Dudley up to the sofa. While they sat down, all the others pulled armchairs next to them, so that they wouldn't miss anything.

Ginny pulled Lily into her lap and Dinky hurried off to serve biscuits, to Dudley's great delight (despite being very slim, Dudley never lost his liking for sweets).

"So, what exactly happened, Dudley?" Harry asked.

"Um… a second." his cousin finished munching a biscuit. "So… you remember what you told us at your party? About Davie, I mean?"

"Yeah. I said he was a wizard." Harry replied, casting a glance at the blonde child, whose big blue eyes were fixed on the plate full of biscuits. He was a real Dursley. And yet he was a wizard… Harry glanced down at his own son, peacefully sleeping in his arms. His son… who was not a wizard.

"That's right." Dudley said, reaching out for a new biscuit. "A few days after your party we visited mum and dad. And you know… stuff happened… and we needed to tell them…"

"What?" Ron asked.

"Hah! Ghosts!" Millicent smirked. "Look at your ghost!" she pointed at something, behind the Dursley couple.

Petunia and Vernon turned around to see David, toddling in their direction with whipped-cream-smeared face.

"Holy… heavens…" Petunia breathed. "He's… he's standing, Vernon! Walking!"

"And eating a cake! At the age of seven months…" Vernon whispered.

"And it's not everything." Dudley added.

"No?" his parents breathed, knowing the worst was to come.

"No. He's a wizard."

"A what?" Vernon gasped with the expression of sheer horror on his face. "How dare you assert such ridiculous things? And how dare you utter that… that 'w' word in my house?" he looked at his wife, who was leaning to the doorframe with chalk-white face, close to losing her consciousness. "How dare you do this to your poor mother? How dare you frighten her with such downright lies?"

"He's not lying, Mr. Dursley!" Millicent said. "You son is a wizard and his name is already down at Hogwarts!"

There was a thud – Petunia had fainted.

"This is your fault!" Vernon's voice echoed throughout the Dursley house ten minutes later.

"My fault, eh?" Petunia shouted back.

"Of course! It's your family, your damned blood-line!"

"Don't you dare blame my family!"

"A bit nervous, aren't they?" Dudley whispered to Millicent in the adjoining room.

"Sssh! I don't want to miss a word!" she silenced him, and they continued listening to the Dursley parents' row.

"But your sister!" Vernon bellowed. "She was also one of them! The Evans-blood! That damned…"

"Shut up, Vernon!" Petunia shrieked.

"Shut up?"

"Yes! Hold your big mouth and stop insulting my family!"

"Oh, your family!" Vernon spat. "Your precious family! A bunch of freaks!"

"Freaks?" she squealed.

"Yes, freaks! Everything you told about them… the past of your family… a gang of miserable, whining squibs!"

"Squibs? Now, wait a minute!" Harry cut in, making Dudley break off his narration. "What do you mean by that?"

"Let me carry on, Harry, and you'll find out." his cousin replied.

"Miserable? Whining?" Petunia shouted, beside herself with rage.

"Yes! Miserable, because of that great-great-great-great grandpa of yours who was born from… magic parents, but didn't have any… magic in himself!" Vernon growled with an expression of suffering every time he uttered the word magic. "And yes, whining, too, because all his descendants did was whine that they didn't have it anymore… that their ancestor was a squib and they all inherited non… non-magic genes. That was why your parents were soooooo over the moon when your sister got her letter, wasn't it? They knew that magic had come back into the family. But you… you were jealous! You wanted to be a… witch yourself, but you never was! And now… your son has it again! The abnormality! And you still say that it's not your family's fault?"

"So that's why aunt Petunia was so sour." Harry said. "She was jealous… I would have never thought that the Evans's had originally been a wizarding family… a wizarding family that turned out several squibs in a row…" he glanced down at Daniel again. The baby was awake now, looking around curiously with his huge brown eyes. "Squibs…" Harry felt a hand on his arm – Hermione was giving him a compassionate and pleading stare. Harry nodded, indicating that he wasn't about to go on rambling about squibs. Not now.

"And how came that Davie is with you now?" Sirius asked, breaking the awkward silence.

"Ah, don't even mention that. It was terrible." Millicent said, rocking the child in her pudgy arms. "Petunia and Vernon kept shouting at each other for a while, then Petunia shouted again that it was not her fault, and that she would never have carried Davie to term if she had known that he'd be a wizard. Then Vernon yelled that at least they agreed on something, and that was when Dudders and me decided to take Davie with us. We left Dud's parents a note saying that they didn't need to bother with Davie anymore, because we'd take care of him. So now he's our son." she planted a kiss on the kid's blonde head. "You're our little wizard."

A/N2: I don't know how many of you have read The Dark Fleet trilogy by Kube McDowell (it was a rather terrible SW book-series), but I borrowed half a sentence from there. (I just didn't want to be told that I was a thief or something:)))

I guess you wanted to see Vernon and Petunia in "real life", but don't worry, you'll get to see them at the end of the story. Now at least you know the reason for Dan being a squib – and She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named doesn't need to give me lectures on genetics! :)

Next chapter will be considerably longer, I promise.

Thanks for reading, please, review!