Harry Potter sat against the large oak tree in the Weasley's back garden,
with his 4 month old son Aaron James Orion Potter in his arms, he looked
down at his son sleeping so peacefully he knew it was all worth it.
The long hours of training that he had gone through, the times that he had spent in a dark and stuffy room on hot days while his class mates played out on the grounds of Hogwarts, never knowing that he was training to save them all or die trying.
But it had all been worth it, the sweet, the tears, the hurt and the anger,
Harry had defeated voldemort when he was 18, he hadn't done it for himself, he had done it for them, for his parents for Sirius for all the other victims of voldemorts dark army, but most of he had done it for them
He took in the scene around him in the Weasley's garden,
A few feet away Molly Weasley was sat at a long wooden table peeling potatoes while 3 of her grandchildren painted pictures helped by the farther Charlie, all 3 well 4 were covered in paint and although the paintings were nothing more than scribbles and blobs of paint,
Harry knew that molly would proudly display them all in her kitchen, along with the countless others that her own children had once done.
He saw Tonks walk over to her paint coved family and started to laugh as he saw Charlie and the children begin covering her in paint as well, while molly laughed watching her son and his family.
His eyes drifted over to the bottom of the garden were an adults vs children football game was going on, with much cheating it seemed to Harry, as he saw bill and Fleurs son jack was about to score a goal when he was suddenly lifted into the air by his uncle George Bill kicked the ball up to the other end of the garden.
Arthur Weasley blew his whistle while flipping through his book on muggle sports trying to see if that was aloud in the game, while his 4 sons crowed around him each trying to convince him that it was all part of the game.
'Don't believe them Arthur' said Dean, coming out from the house carrying his and Ginny's 1 year old daughter who had just woken up from her nap 'that's against the rules in football and when it happens then the other team are given 5 extra goals' caching on to what his son In-law was saying Arthur said 'your right dean says so here page565, 5 goals to the kids.
While the kids cheered the adult team sulked complaining about referees taking sides.
Harry was so absorbed in watching the people around him that he failed to notice the person coming and sitting next to him 'what are you so happy about' she whispered in to his ear, Harry turned towards her, his eyes connecting with her brown ones, the same eyes that he had seen on the train on their first day at Hogwarts. 'It was worth it Hermione', said Harry. 'What was' she asked resting her head on this solider softy stroking her sons' cheek.
'Everything' replied Harry 'I couldn't see it at the time, I was so angry and confused then, but looking around at my friends and their families, these kids will never see the kind of evil that we grew up with and that we fought'.
Harry looked down at his son who now had Hermione s finger in his strong grip and was gently sucking on it.
'He can never come back Hermione, he can never hurt any of them. Is was worth it all.'
The long hours of training that he had gone through, the times that he had spent in a dark and stuffy room on hot days while his class mates played out on the grounds of Hogwarts, never knowing that he was training to save them all or die trying.
But it had all been worth it, the sweet, the tears, the hurt and the anger,
Harry had defeated voldemort when he was 18, he hadn't done it for himself, he had done it for them, for his parents for Sirius for all the other victims of voldemorts dark army, but most of he had done it for them
He took in the scene around him in the Weasley's garden,
A few feet away Molly Weasley was sat at a long wooden table peeling potatoes while 3 of her grandchildren painted pictures helped by the farther Charlie, all 3 well 4 were covered in paint and although the paintings were nothing more than scribbles and blobs of paint,
Harry knew that molly would proudly display them all in her kitchen, along with the countless others that her own children had once done.
He saw Tonks walk over to her paint coved family and started to laugh as he saw Charlie and the children begin covering her in paint as well, while molly laughed watching her son and his family.
His eyes drifted over to the bottom of the garden were an adults vs children football game was going on, with much cheating it seemed to Harry, as he saw bill and Fleurs son jack was about to score a goal when he was suddenly lifted into the air by his uncle George Bill kicked the ball up to the other end of the garden.
Arthur Weasley blew his whistle while flipping through his book on muggle sports trying to see if that was aloud in the game, while his 4 sons crowed around him each trying to convince him that it was all part of the game.
'Don't believe them Arthur' said Dean, coming out from the house carrying his and Ginny's 1 year old daughter who had just woken up from her nap 'that's against the rules in football and when it happens then the other team are given 5 extra goals' caching on to what his son In-law was saying Arthur said 'your right dean says so here page565, 5 goals to the kids.
While the kids cheered the adult team sulked complaining about referees taking sides.
Harry was so absorbed in watching the people around him that he failed to notice the person coming and sitting next to him 'what are you so happy about' she whispered in to his ear, Harry turned towards her, his eyes connecting with her brown ones, the same eyes that he had seen on the train on their first day at Hogwarts. 'It was worth it Hermione', said Harry. 'What was' she asked resting her head on this solider softy stroking her sons' cheek.
'Everything' replied Harry 'I couldn't see it at the time, I was so angry and confused then, but looking around at my friends and their families, these kids will never see the kind of evil that we grew up with and that we fought'.
Harry looked down at his son who now had Hermione s finger in his strong grip and was gently sucking on it.
'He can never come back Hermione, he can never hurt any of them. Is was worth it all.'