Hey there everyone! Sorry it's been so long since the last post, there's been a lot of writing going on and ideas flying about. This chapter will answer a lot of questions, and leave you asking a couple more. Hope you enjoy it!!

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Chapter Six : Moi, Moi-Meme, et Je (Me, Myself, and I)

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"Tea, yes. That would be lovely Hermione," responded Future Harry with a grateful glance in her direction.

"I'll help you," Hermione offered to her older self. She and the two Ginnys followed future Hermione into the kitchen leaving the men in the living room with all of the children.

"So, what is it you lot do?" Draco asked after a minute of awkward silence.

"Well, I am the very successful president of my potion supply company," answered Draco

with more than a hint of pride in his voice.

"I'm head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports at the Ministry. Took over after Ludo Bagman retired," said Ron.

"And I teach Defense Against the Dark Arts," said Harry with a sarcastic smile. "Bet you

didn't see that one coming."

"Oh Harry! I always knew that you'd make a wonderful teacher!" exclaimed Hermione from the doorway, as she entered the room with a tray of cookies.

"How much use can there be for defense against the dark arts these days? Isn't Voldemort gone for good?" asked a slightly puzzled 17 year old Harry.

"Of course Voldemort is gone! But you never know when some new evil will crop up do you?

"Constant vigilance right?" Harry gave himself a lopsided grin which he returned in kind.

"Tea!" called out Ginny as she, her younger self, and Hermione re-entered the room, levitating 16 teacups and a very large teapot behind them.

No one addressed the entire group as they drank their tea. Looking around, Harry saw that most people were off in their own little families having conversations. Hermione was busy asking herself about the children (who were sitting on the floor dividing the cookies up amongst themselves), while the Rons were engaged in a lively conversation about the Chuddley Canons. Future Draco was sitting by his wife, and holding a sleeping Aurelia in one arm while drinking his tea with the other; a sight that Harry noticed, had the Ginny from his time period completely mesmerized. He smiled as he watched her turn to Draco and whisper something in his ear while pointing at his future counterpart. Draco flushed, but smiled at Ginny, kissed her, and then whispered something back. Harry turned away from them and his gaze fell upon Eva, who was sitting on the loveseat, rubbing her eyes and looking very sleepy. Harry's reverie was quickly interrupted by none other than himself.

"Harry, would you like to help me put Eva down for a nap? I was thinking that you and I could have a little chat afterwards."

"Alright" replied Harry, getting up and following future Harry and Eva up the stairs.

They reached what Harry knew to be Ginny's bedroom, but upon entering the room, he found that it had changed a bit over the years. It had been converted into a room for small children (the numerous Weasley grandchildren he assumed) to nap in. Eva crawled under the covers of a small bed underneath the window, and was asleep no more than 5 minutes later. Harry smiled at the sight of his future daughter looking so peaceful and so beautiful. He was startled to see his future self looking down at Eva with a sad, tired smile. For a second time that day, Harry sensed that something was very wrong here in the future, and it concerned Eva's mother, whoever she was.

Without saying a word, adult Harry got up and walked out of the room, quickly followed by himself.

"Here, we can talk in Ron's old room."

Harry motioned for Harry to sit on the bed, while opting himself to stand, fidgeting slightly as though he wanted to bolt from the room and avoid the conversation altogether.

"I hardly know where to begin. You deserve an explanation however, and that is what I will try my best to give you. First off, I'm sure you've noticed that Eva's mother is…absent."

Harry simply nodded, not liking at all where this was going.

"Yes, well…I'm married. That is to say…you're married…to a woman whom you do know actually. Her name in your time was Gabrielle Delacour. I know her as Gabrielle Potter."

Harry burst into laughter at the shock written on his younger self's face.

"What do you mean Gabrielle Delacour?! She's so much younger than I am! And I only met her once during the Triwizard Tournament!"

"She's only six years younger than you. And trust me, once you become an adult, that age gap is hardly noticeable. So, as I was saying, I am married to Gabrielle. We met officially at Bill's wedding to Gabrielle's older sister Fleur, whom I'm sure you remember quite well. I believe at the time I was nineteen, and Gabrielle was thirteen. We danced together at the reception. She was beautiful even then, looking just as much like a veela as Fleur does. But of course, at nineteen I could hardly be bothered with thirteen year olds. To me, she felt more like a little sister than even Ginny ever had. We saw each other a few more times over the next few years at Weasley family functions, and at the birth of Bill and Fleur's first child, but we didn't really get to know one another until I took my teaching job at Hogwarts. Gabrielle had decided to transfer to Hogwarts to improve her English, and to be closer to Fleur. You can imagine my surprise when I discovered that the drop dead gorgeous seventh year in my DADA class was little Gabrielle."

"You had an affair with a student?!"

"Well, not exactly. We kissed once or twice, but that was all I swear! Besides, it wasn't entirely my doing; she came onto me first actually, and as we all know, no man can resist the Delacour women." Stated Harry with a sly smile on his face. "Aside from her looks, she turned out to be an all around amazing young woman. She was intelligent, and sassy, but one of the best friends anyone could ask for. She was always interested in whatever I had to say, in and out of class, and she helped me get through some very dark times emotionally simply by being there to listen. What can I say? I fell madly and deeply in love with that girl, and I'm happy to say that she felt…feels…exactly the same way."

"I don't understand then. What's the problem? You talk as though she's here, and at the same time, you act as though she's dead. Where is she?"

The sadness that Harry had seen in himself earlier in the afternoon returned, wiping away the happiness that had been present while the man before him had spoken of meeting and courting his wife. Now he looked for all the world as though he were grieving, and it hurt down to the inner most depths of his soul.

"Harry, something happened with Gabrielle, something terrible, something - "

But before Harry could finish this sentence, a very distraught looking, seventeen year old Ron burst into the room. His hair was sticking up at all angles, and his face was ashen.

"Harry...Harry..." he said, looking from future Harry to his younger self. "Where have you two been, we've been looking for you all over, the Hermione's are having kittens! We couldn't find you at all, we've been everywhere in the burrow! Why in the world would you come up here to - "

"Ron! Ron, slow down!" said Harry, looking worried. "What's the problem?"

Ron turned a face full of pity on Harry, and younger Harry felt his heart drop all the way into his stomach.

"It's Eva...she's gone."