He felt tears welt up in his eyes as he looked down at the small picture frame. Inside the frame was a picture. A picture of Harry holding James. James seemed to only be about a year or two old, and they were both smiling excitedly in the picture. So much emotion flooded Harry's mind. Mainly the fact that he knew exactly what James was going though. This picture reminded him of the pictures that he had been given as a child of him and his parents.

"Sink's across the hall," came Hermione's voice from the doorway.

Harry wiped his eyes. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Hermione said as she came over and sat down next to him. "Ahh I see you've found that picture."

"You knew about it?" Harry asked.

"Who do you think tidies up this room," Hermione said smiling. "He's got another copy of it at school with him."

"It reminds me of me and my parents," Harry said as his voice broke a little. "I mean I just feel so bad because I know exactly what he's going though."

"Well," Hermione said. "Not exactly. You at least had closure. As much as I hate to say it, you knew your parents were dead."

"I know," Harry said as he put the picture down.

"You know who gave him that picture?" Hermione said.

"Who?" Harry asked.

"Hagrid," Hermione said smiling. "His first year at Hogwarts."

"Just like he did with me," Harry said softly. "Is he still alive?"

"Not now," Hermione said. "He died about three years ago very peacefully. He really never was quite the same old Hagrid after Dumbledore died."

"I see," Harry said as he stood up and put the picture back underneath the pillow.

"He keeps the newspaper clippings over there," Hermione said as she pointed to a notebook on his desk.

"Clippings?" Harry said as he walked over and picked up the notebook. He opened it to see several Daily Prophet clippings from throughout the years.

"The Boy Who Lived: MISSING," Harry read as he flipped the page. "Is the Boy Who Lived Still Living?', 'James Potter; The Little Boy Left Behind.'" He shut the book.

"Like Ron said," Hermione began. "They were ludicrous headlines.

"He saves them?" Harry said coming over and sitting back down.

"Seems that way," Hermione said looking around the room. He eyes landed on the Quidditch magazine that Harry had picked up earlier.

Harry followed her look. He studied the cover when something suddenly hit him. "Is that…?" He asked.

"Yes," Hermione said picking it up. "The one and only Oliver Wood."

"Wow," Harry said smiling as he stared at the cover and read the subtitle. "An interview with this generations Quidditch legend."

"Great…" Hermione said scoffing a little. "Sure…."

"Oh don't tell me," Harry said looking at Hermione. "What he's Malfoy's best friend, he's a death eater, he killed a whole bunch of innocent people?"

"No," Hermione said grinning. "He was on our side. After all read the story. He's the ideal athlete…"

"And?" Harry asked.

"Well," Hermione said. "There's no doubt that he's an ideal athlete, but…"

"Hermione?" said a female voice from downstairs.

"Hold on," Hermione said standing up and looking over the banister. "Hey Katie."

"Hey," said a pretty brunette with shoulder length hair. "Just thought I'd return the boys. I need to head down to the Prophet."

"Oh I'm sorry," Hermione said as Harry subtlety glanced over the banister. "I completely lost track of time. Thank you for watching them."

"My pleasure," Katie said smiling. "It's the least I can do after all the times you've watched Mike."

"Well thanks anyway," Hermione said smiling. "Oh Ron said that he'd go and pick the kids up from Kings Cross on Friday."

"Oh good," Katie said sighing. "I had a press meeting and was hoping you would be able to."

"Don't ever be afraid to ask," Hermione said.

"I know," Katie said smiling. "But still. Oh well I'm running late. Talk to you later?"

"Sure, bye," Hermione said turning around and seeing Harry standing right next to her. "Oh!"

"Sorry," Harry said. "Didn't mean to scare you. Was that Katie Bell?"

"Yeah," Hermione said as she walked back into James' room.

"Wow," Harry said. "She's changed. I mean she looks great…"

"She is great," Hermione said smiling. "She lives down the street. Right across from where your house was."

"She works for the Daily Prophet?" Harry said. "She's a reporter?"

"Yes," Hermione said. "Mostly sports. She's the leading Quidditch reporter."

"Really," Harry said laughing. "That sounds like an amazing job."

"She loves it," Hermione said as she picked up some of the various things in James' room. "Well most aspects of it."

"And she's Mike's mother," Harry said grinning. "Mike Bell. I should have figured that one out. Wait, why does he have his mum's last name?"

"Now we come to the aspects that she doesn't like about Quidditch," Hermione said grinning.

"What?" Harry asked confused.

"Mike's dad," Hermione said. "Well, he's a Quidditch player. Katie and him were never married or anything. In fact it was a very secret relationship."

"Why was it secret," Harry asked.

"He's married with three children," Hermione said.

"What?" Harry said shocked. "Is everything is a scandal now a days?"

"Isn't life just one big scandal?" Hermione said sighing.

"So Mike doesn't know his dad?" Harry asked.

"Oh he does," Hermione said. "He sees his dad every second weekend of the month. It's a very secret thing. I mean his family is now aware of their past relationship. Obviously with Mike around they can't not know. The public doesn't know though, and everyone has the intention of keeping it that way. It would ruin his career."

"So he doesn't acknowledge Mike as his son?" Harry asked.

"Exactly," Hermione said. "Pays child support and all, but when he's in the public eye, he's the ideal husband and father of three that flew so well in his day."

"What a dead beat," Harry said. "Who is this guy and who does he think he is?"

Hermione leaned over and picked up a magazine. She turned and threw it at Harry. "You tell me."

Harry looked down at the cover and his mouth dropped. "Oliver Wood is his father?"

"According to the paternity test," Hermione said sarcastically.

"She had and affair with Oliver?" Harry asked in shock. "There wasn't even an inkling of them fancying each other back in school when we all played together."

Hermione laughed. "I don't know. I mean she's told me the story. Her first big assignment was to interview Oliver. He was the "it" guy of the moment. Since they were such good friends she thought it would be her big break. One thing led to another…"

"I don't want to hear it," Harry said as he stared at the picture of Oliver. "I would have never pictured Oliver to be like that."

"He's was a super star athlete with millions of fans," Hermione said. "Still is, all though he retired from Quidditch. You read the headline. 'The Legend.'"

"And I thought I couldn't possibly be more surprised," Harry said as he threw the magazine down.

"It's only the beginning," Hermione said. "Katie also dated another big time celebrity. This time it was pretty official though."

"Who now?" Harry said as he looked up and Hermione. "Merlin himself?"

"No," Hermione said. "You."

"Me?" Harry said as his mouth dropped once again.

"Yeah," Hermione said. "For two year until you went missing. You two were pretty serious."

"I can't see myself dating a reporter," Harry said shaking his head.

"Can you see yourself with a son?" Hermione asked.

"No," Harry said as he laid down on James' bed.

"I'm going to go start dinner," Hermione said. "Fell free to lay down for awhile."

"I think I will," Harry said. "I'm exhausted."

***************

"Don't poke him, you'll wake him up," said a small voice.

"Don't we want to wake him up?" asked another voice.

"Yes," said the first. "But you don't want mum and dad to figure out that we woke him up."

Harry turned over and looked at the two small boys that were hovering a few inches over him. "Hi there."

'Look he's awake!" said the one that was wearing Chudely Cannon pajamas.

"We didn't wake you did we?" asked the other in the plain blue pinstriped pajamas.

"No," Harry said rubbing his head. "I needed to wake up. What time is it?"

"Nine thirty," said one of them. "Bedtime."

"Right," Harry said sitting up. "What are you two doing in here?"

"Trying not to wake you up," said the other.

"Oh," Harry said rolling his eyes. "Sorry, I can't tell you two apart. Whose who?"

"I'm Aiden," said the Chudely Cannon one.

"I'm Conner," said the one in the pinstripes.

"Is there anyway to tell you two apart?" Harry asked.

"Of course," Aiden said as he sat down and picked up his foot. "I have a scar right there on the underneath of my foot from where I stepped on a piece of glass. Conner doesn't have that."

Harry stared blankly. "Any other way?" The two boys shook there head.

"Well," Harry said. "You'll just have to keep reminding me."

"What on earth," Ron said as he peeked his head into the room. "What did I tell you two…I'm really sorry Harry."

"It's no problem, really," Harry said as he stood up. "I was up anyway."

"You two," Ron said pointing at his sons. "Bed. Now."

"Night," Aiden said jumping up.

"Yeah, g'night," Conner said running past Ron.

"Hermione's got some food for you," Ron said. "I'm going to go and put them to bed."

"Don't let me stop you," Harry said as he stretched his back. He stepped out into the hallway and into the bathroom. He took his glasses off and proceeded to wash his face. "I guess it wasn't a dream," Harry mumbled to himself. He stepped out of the bedroom and glanced into Aiden and Conner's room where Ron was tucking them in. A smile crept over Harry's face as he watched his best friend, the one who could barely put his socks when they were eleven, tucking in his sons. He turned and walked downstairs and saw Hermione in the kitchen, pouring over some papers.

"Hey," Hermione said looking up. She took her glasses off to look at Harry. "You're up."

"When did you start wearing glasses?" Harry asked.

"They're just for reading," Hermione said. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah," Harry said. "Except for the simple fact that I woke up and I was still here."

"We'll get you back," Hermione said. "I know some potions experts who shouldn't have a problem doing it."

"Really?" Harry asked. "So it won't be a process like it was with my mum?"

"Not really," Hermione said putting her glasses back on.

"What are you working on?" Harry asked.

"Just some stuff for work," Hermione said.

"Always working," Harry said. "Something's don't ever change."

Hermione smiled.

"So did you make Head Girl," Harry asked.

"Yeah," Hermione said as she thought back upon her days at Hogwarts.

"Not surprised," Harry said. "I always knew you would."

"I always appreciated you and Ron's encouragement." Hermione said.

"Can I ask you something?" Harry asked.

"Of course," Hermione said not looking up from her work.

"Why did Ginny marry Neville?" Harry asked.

Hermione stopped and looked at Harry. "How did you…"

"I met Thomas," Harry said grinning. "Quite the charmer."

Hermione laughed. "Yeah, he's a handful. Well, to be honest with you, Ginny's had it pretty rough."

"Rough how?" Harry asked.

"Ron doesn't even know the half of it," Hermione said. "You know how private Ginny is. Especially around her brothers. Anyway, after Hogwarts, you and her actually dated briefly."

"We did?" Harry asked.

"Yeah," Hermione said. "She was so excited. You were excited. It seemed like promising relationship."

"What happened," Harry asked.

"Well," Hermione said. "A lot happened with her family. Arthur died of cancer, and right after that the whole thing happened with Percy…"

"What happened with Percy?" Harry asked confused.

"That's an entirely different complicated story all together," Hermione said. "Which do you want to hear first? Either one I can't tell around Ron. Ginny he doesn't know about and Percy he refuses to talk about."

"Stay with Ginny then," Harry said.

"Well like I said," Hermione continued. "A lot was happening with the family and she became very distant and distracted. As much as you tried you couldn't get through to her. She decided it best to break up because she felt she wasn't being fair to you."

"Ok," Harry said.

"So anyway," Hermione continued. "She started to get better, but then Ron, Fred, and George all went off to war and it didn't help things. I mean unless you really knew her, you would have thought things were fine. She wasn't the same old Ginny to me though. Especially when you left."

"Really?" Harry asked folding his hands.

"When you left she felt so guilty," Hermione continued. "She had been the one to break it off and she had been afraid that she would never see you again. I remember her telling me that when you got back she would try to fix things and confess all her feelings."

"Then what?" Harry asked.

"Well," Hermione said shrugging. "You came back with a son. You were still mourning the death of his mother. Essentially, Ginny felt like she had missed the boat."

"Oh wow," Harry said.

"So in response," Hermione continued. "She started dating around a lot. Ron was worried because he thought that she was burning herself out. She ended up spending a lot of time with Neville. Just as friends at first, but again, one thing led to another…"

"Wait are you saying…" Harry said wide eyed.

"I remember the day she came to me and told me she was pregnant," Hermione said whispering. "Made me promise not to tell Ron or you or any of her brothers. She was so confused."

"What'd you tell her," Harry asked.

"To tell Neville," Hermione said. "And she did. He did the noble thing and they got married."

"Do you think they really wanted to?" Harry asked.

"Good question," Hermione said. "I think Neville has always fancied Ginny. I really can't say though. I don't talk about it because Ron just thinks that they fell in love, got married, and Thomas followed shortly after."

"Is she happy?" Harry asked.

Hermione just stared at Harry. " I don't know. To be honest with you, ever since you went missing she's been more distant than she had been. I know she feels guilty about it. She always regrets breaking up with you. She just always figured that you would be there to reconcile with."

"I see," Harry said as Ron walked into the room.

"Hey," Ron said. "What are we talking about?"

"Ginny," Hermione said looking at Ron.

"How mad is that," Ron said laughing. "She ended up falling in love with Neville. Mad, huh? It really did turn out to be Ginny Longbottom."

"Yeah," Harry said distantly. "Yeah…."

A/N: See no cliffhanger! Are you all happy!!!!!! Sigh…I couldn't think of a cliffhanger for this one anyway. Oh well, I've got plenty to come! The kids will be home soon and we'll soon get to know more about them…I'm looking forward to writing that, so it should be posted soon! Til then…