Harry took a deep breath and knocked on the door of number 564.
"Coming!" he heard Brie's voice say. A moment later she opened the door.
"Brie," Harry began. "Before you say anything, just hear me out. I love you. I've never felt the way I feel when I'm with you. I know magic might scare you; I know you probably hate me for lying too. But I'm sorry. I swear I'll never lie to you again. I'll give up all the magic in me to be with you. I love you, and I never want to scare you or hurt you. Please take me back. I promise, I'll-"
But Harry never finished his speech. He felt himself being pulled into a long, deep kiss from Brie. It was as though a wave of relief washed over him. Brie was back in his arms, the world was right again. But he felt he pulling away.
"Harry," she said. "I don't want you to give up anything for me. What you are is a wizard, and I love everything about you, so I guess I love that you're a wizard. You're right, I was scared. But today I realized I was being a total fool. I've never been in love like this, and I can't let you go." She smiled and kissed his nose. "Besides, who wouldn't love a guy who can literally sweep his girlfriend off her feet?"
Harry laughed and leaned in for another kiss.
***
"Ron! Get your fingers out of the sauce. Honestly, do you want to get everyone sick?" cried Hermione, slapping her husbands hands.
"Daddy funny!" cried Ophelia Weasly, her freckly face lit with a smile.
Ron grabbed his daughter and pulled on one of her light brown pigtails. "You think I'm a clown, huh?"
Harry tickled his goddaughter. "You're right 'Lia, he is!"
Ron stuck his tongue out at Harry. "Just wait 'till the twins come. Then I can help them make fun of you."
"Ughh," Brie groaned. "I don't think I can wait much longer for them. Remind me never to be pregnant in the summer again!" She waddled over to Harry, who gave he a kiss. "Oh, no, that's how I got into this mess in the first place!" But she was laughing. Harry knew his wife was as excited as he was about the twins on the way. He wondered if they'd be wizards like their namesakes, James and Lily. It didn't matter though. After all, he thought with a glance at Brie, Muggles are pretty great too.
"Okay, I think dinner's ready!" cried Hermione. Harry helped her bring platters of food to the table while Ron tucked Ophelia into her high chair.
"I wish I could help," sighed Brie.
"Nonsense," Hermione said, "You shouldn't have to do a thing in you're condition."
"But I feel so useless."
Harry smiled. "You're not useless. You're perfect."
"Am I?"
"Yes. We're perfect together. I still can't believe we were lucky enough to find each other. It's like…like…"
"Like magic?" Brie said with a smile.
"Yes," Harry laughed. "Like magic."