Birthday Surprises Chapter 48

Usual disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue. Please. Wish it were mine though. Ah, if only. Lolly, xxx.

Ginny and Reilly crept up to Harry's room later that night, after most of Gryffindor Tower was asleep. Ginny wanted to see her children, and decided that she wanted Reilly there too. When she knocked on Harry's door, he didn't answer. Well, he didn't open the door, though Ginny heard him saying that they could go in. She opened the door to find Harry sitting on the windowsill, looking down onto the Quidditch Pitch.

"What on Earth are you doing?" She asked. Harry turned around and grinned at her.

"Deciding whether to jump or not." He said. It took Ginny a moment to realise that he was joking.

"Go for it. See if you land on your feet." She said. Reilly made a small sound in her throat as Harry laughed.

"We're only joking." Ginny said, "If Harry even thought about it, he'd be dead. The rest of the world would then go deaf due to Leah's refusal to stop crying for anyone but her daddy." Ginny said, going over to the cot.

"You heard then?" Harry asked.

"Of course I heard, you idiot. Did you think I wouldn't?"

"Are you kidding? You can't even sneeze in this place without everyone knowing it."

"That's just you." Ginny assured him. "So, do you think Parvati will be asking to take Leah to class anymore?"

"She can try, but there is no way that she's going to." Harry said, putting a hand to his wrist.

"What's wrong with your wrist?"

"Baby monitor needs a little adjusting." Harry said.

"Let me see." Ginny sighed. Harry held out his wrist and Ginny saw that the skin was almost rubbed away.

"A little adjusting?" Ginny asked as Harry withdrew his wrist again, hissing in pain as she brushed the injury.

"You're going to need to bandage this, or it'll get infected." She said, frowning.

"I know." Harry said, summoning a small bag from his trunk. Ginny watched critically as he pulled out some bandages and a tube of something.

"What's that?" She asked.

"This? Muggle antiseptic cream." Harry said.

"Why do you have it?"

"Habit I guess. With Vernon and everything..."

"Oh. So I don't suppose it's any use me offering to do it?"

"I think I can manage, thanks all the same." Harry said, grinning as he quickly bandaged the wrist.

"So, have you fixed up the bracelet then?"

"Yup." Harry said, pulling up his sleeve and showing her that it was fastened on his other wrist.

"So it's no longer going to do that?"

"Nope."

"Can I have one then?"

"Yeah, here." Harry summoned another thing from his trunk - a small cloth bag, and handed it to Ginny.

"Oh wow. You made this?" She breathed, taking out the bracelet from the bag.

"Yeah. I figured that it might as well look good." He shrugged. Ginny grinned and pecked his cheek.

"Thank you. That was really sweet. Have you thought about marketing them?"

"Yeah. I have. I guess it is a good idea."

"It is." Ginny said. "Oh, by the way, this is Reilly - she's the only one who knows."

"Oh, hi." Harry said, looking at Reilly, who blushed slightly.

"What's that?" She asked, signalling to the bracelet that Ginny was putting on.

"It's a baby monitor." Harry said.

"A what?"

"You're not Muggle born then?"

"No - wizarding born, why?"

"Muggles have things like radios to tell them when their babies are awake, so I figured that I'd try and make a magical one."

"And succeeded." Ginny put in.

"Yeah, although it wasn't quite right at first." Harry said, absently putting a hand to his wrist.

"But it's fixed now?"

"Yeah." Harry nodded. Reilly looked at the bracelet and let out a low whistle.

"You made this from scratch?"

"Yeah."

"That is amazing. You really should market them - my mum would probably buy one. We've got a new baby at home."

"You have?"

"Yeah, a little brother. Alex, his name is."

"Hey Harry, could you make Reilly one?"

"Ginny! I...umm...you don't have to."

"No, it's ok. If I do plan on marketing them, I might as well start making some more - what's your mum's favourite colour?"

"Blue." Reilly answered.

"Right. It might take a while." Harry said.

"It's ok. Really, Mum will be delighted. I'm going to write to her now." Reilly dashed off a moment later after thanking Harry again. Ginny grinned.

"So, why are you really sitting on the edge of the window?" She asked.

"Slytherin are practising." Harry said. "And I was thinking."

"Dangerous. What about?"

"Nothing at all. Well, just silly little things."

"Like?"

"Oh, just thinking about where we're going to live when I leave here. What I'm going to do...planning the future for once."

"Is there room for me?"

"What?"

"On the windowsill."

"Oh, yeah." Harry moved up, and Ginny climbed up next to him.

"So what's going to happen in the future?"

"Well, we're going to live in a little house - well, maybe not so little - and we'll have a Quidditch pitch in the back garden, and everything's going to be perfect."

"Sounds pretty good. You didn't mention any wife or girlfriend or anything."

"I hadn't gotten that far yet." Harry grinned, looking sideways at her.

"So are you going back out with Sally?"

"Yeah. She says that she's fine about the kids."

"That's good." Ginny said hollowly, looking down at the Quidditch pitch.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked.

"Nothing, I'm fine." Ginny said, giving a large, fake grin. Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Like hell you are - what's wrong?"

"I just...well, I'm just worried that the triplets won't know who I am." Ginny lied. She felt a little bad, but it was half-true - she didn't want Harry's girlfriend playing mummy to her children.

"Hey - no one's going to take your place, you know that, don't you?" Harry asked, putting an arm around her shoulder. Ginny shrugged.

"Oh of course no one's going to take your place - no one could."

"Thanks." Ginny mumbled, putting her head on Harry's shoulder. Harry sighed and closed his eyes.

"So - how are you getting on with your kid?"

"Oh, fine. They're ok, I suppose. Not much compared to the real thing, but I'm a little biased."

"Me too." Harry grinned. "So, where is it?"

"I asked Hermione to look after it - said the practice would do her good." Harry laughed and Ginny smiled. It was good to hear him laughing.

"So, you promised me a full report."

"So I did." Harry said.