A/n: Come on guys! Review! It's been over a week, and I have no new reviews. I know I sound like a whinny review whore, but what can I say. I'm not motivated to update if I don't think people are enjoying it, or at least reading it.

Anyway…Hopefully I get more reviews after this. On with the story. /scolding

Harry stayed out of the public for a few more days. He had asked that Ron and Hermione not mention it to anyone. The first person he wanted to see him (other than those two) was Ginny.

Harry was by Ginny's side every night. After visiting hours were over, he'd sneak into her private room, (under his invisibility cloak of course incase a healer came in) holding her hand, praying she'd wake up. Ron or Hermione were always the first one in the room in the morning, incase he were still in there. Several times he had fallen asleep and not woken up until they had come in.

All Harry thought about was Ginny. Not that it hadn't been this way before. She was his world, his very existence was knowing she was happy. And knowing that she hadn't been, and was now in a coma at St. Mungo's didn't help the fact that every second of his day was spent pacing his cottage, waiting for eight o'clock.

Then the night came, Harry had been sitting in her room for close to three hours, and was starting to nod off, when he heard her give a slight moan, and her head turned to face him. Her eyes didn't open, but she squeezed his hand.

"Ginny…"

"Harry…" she breathed. Ginny opened her eyes, bewildered that someone was holding her hand, but no one was there. There was also a look of, could it be… disappointment, realization, perhaps heart break?.. that it wasn't Harry.

Harry had been smiling at her, and was baffled as to why she had that look on her face, then he realized he was under the cloak. He lifted his free hand and pushed back the hood.

"Ah…!" Ginny gave a small start, and let out a low sleepy scream. "Harry?" She asked sitting up slightly.

"Shhh…" He said pulling the cloak all the way off, and helping her lay down again.

"Is…Is it really you? Or…" she trailed off, but Harry answered her before he could here what else he could be.

"Yeah Gin., It is me…" He said leaning down on the floor so she could stay laying down, but could still be on eye level with each other.

She reached out her hand, and touched his face. "But…We all thought you were…dead." She said sadly, but smiling slightly, satisfied that it was really him, when she felt the warmth of his face.

"I may as well have been, with out you." He said, and kissed her gently on the lips, but pulled away quickly as she had winced. Her face was still not completely healed, and it was very painful for it to be touched.

Ginny smiled through the pain at his reply. "Where were you? Why didn't you come back to me, if you were alive?" A tear ran down her face, stinging her wounds. She didn't seem to care.

Harry retold the story of how he had been rescued and nursed back to health. How he had come to find her, but she was with Desmon, and how he thought Nemone was theirs. And that he had taken a personal vow never to go out in public again. He'd never be happy with out her, and everyone already thought he was dead, so he kept it that way. He told her about Ron and Hermione finding him here a few nights ago, and that they had told him everything, and that he had been here every night since.

"…and I'm not leaving you ever again." He promised, and from the look in his brilliantly emerald eyes, and the way he squeezed her hand when he said it, she knew it was true.

The Healers at St. Mungo's were delighted that she had awoken, but were not going to let her leave for several more days. He, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione decided not to wait until her release date for Harry be revealed to the Weasley's.

The evening before Ginny's release, was when they decided to do it. That night Harry, Ron, and Hermione apperated from St. Mungo's apperation room to the road the Burrow was on.

Harry took a deep breath, and the trio walked briskly down the road, toward the Burrow.

"Harry, stay here a moment." Hermione said placing her hand on Harry's shoulder to stop him, a few feet before the front porch. He nodded.

Ron and Hermione went on with out him into the house. Harry could barely hear the conversation from inside the Burrow.

"Mum," Ron started. "We have a surprise for you." He said, and Harry could hear the smile on his face.

"What dears?" Mrs. Weasley said, curiously.

"Close your eyes, Mrs. Weasley." Hermione said cheerfully.

Harry assumed she obliged, because next minute Hermione was sticking her heard out the front door, and waved him inside.

Harry stepped into the entry hall of the Burrow, and Hermione guided him slowly toward the kitchen. Harry had a flood of emotion, being back in the Burrow. One of the only places he'd ever considered home.

"Ok, Mum," Ron said, "Open your eyes."

Mrs. Weasley let out the loudest, most high pitched squeal he had ever hard in his life. Immediately followed by a stream of tears. Mrs. Weasley very closely resembled a human hose pipe.

Mrs. Weasley bombarded Harry with the tightest hug he'd ever received. He hugged back the woman he considered his mother.

She pulled back from him, but placed her hands just above his elbows holding his arms at his sides, surveying him.

"Harry? It's really you!" She cried, and hugged him again. He didn't mind one bit that he was having difficulty breathing.

"Where have you been?!? Are you alright? You look so thin…let me fix you something to eat!" She said all this very quickly, and practically pushed Harry into a chair at the kitchen table.

Harry didn't have the heart to tell Mrs. Weasley not to cook him anything. Then again he hadn't had a good home cooked meal in ages. Soon the kitchen of the Burrow was filled with the delicious smells of fried chicken, boiled potatoes, and fresh picked garden peas. Mrs. Weasley was asking Harry question after question about what had been going on for the last five years, and he told her the story he'd told so many times already. However, he received a slight scolding from her, but he had expected as much.

During this ordeal Mr. Weasley had come home accompanied by all of the older Weasley boys. Which was lucky, really. Harry didn't want to retell the story seven more times.

They all sat down as a family to eat the food Mrs. Weasley had prepared. Harry felt content to be back with is family again, but also felt devastatingly sad that Ginny could not join them. He just reminded himself that Ginny would be allowed to come home tomorrow night.

Next morning, Mrs. Weasley was still in her jolly, yet on the verge of tears mood from yesterday. Everyone at the Burrow, sat around the kitchen table that morning eating Mr. Weasley's famous homemade pancakes.

"These muggles are really on to something with this cooking from scratch thing." He said every time he made them. Much to Mrs. Weasley's displeasure. She never liked muggle cooking, but being a good sport ate the delicious pancakes, prepared for her.

"Um…Mum, Dad?" Ron said getting attention of his parents, as well as the rest of the family. "How do we plan on announcing Harry's…um…existence I guess?" He asked. "I mean, everyone has thought you were dead." He said directly to Harry now. "You can't just waltz out into the public eye, you'd be mobbed." He said explaining his concern.

"All taken care of, mate." Harry said smiling. Nothing could ruin his mood today. Ginny was coming home, call cured. Once she had awoken, they had been able to give her the necessary potions, to heal her wounds. "Your mum and dad, and I sent an owl to the Daily Prophet last night, with the story enclosed, and I think everyone should get the news in about…" He glanced at his watch. "…45 minutes"

Ron quirked an eyebrow at him. "That settles it I suppose." And everyone smiled.

That afternoon, the entire Weasley clan, including Harry, left the Burrow for St. Mungo's. As they entered the underground, and on the walk from the stop to the manikin wearing the horribly out of date neon green jumper, people Harry had never met in his life, and some he had, stopped to welcome him back, and shake his hand. He ran into Oliver Wood and Cho Chang, and there three toddlers. He met Dean Thomas, and Seamus Finnegan, as well as the Creavy brothers, Parvati, and Padma Patil accompanied by Lavender Brown. As the passed the permanent spell damage ward inside St. Mungo's they ran into Neville Longbottom, who was visiting his parents.

Ginny had looked fabulous when then entered the room. She was sitting in the cushy arm chair, reading the daily prophet. She looked up over the paper when her family entered, and smiled jovially at them, ready to go home.

Because of the hectic schedule of the Weasley family, stress placed upon Mrs. Weasley, Nemone had been staying with Lupin and Tonks in their flat in London. That night, they brought her back to the Burrow, to be reunited with her mother, and to finally meet her father.

Around six o'clock that evening there was a knock on the door of the Burrow. Mrs. Weasley went to answer it, and in walked Lupin, holding the hand of a very excited five year-old, closely followed by Tonks, who today had spiky, bright blue hair, with some black mixed in for good measure.

Nemone looked up at Lupin as they entered the kitchen, "Is that my daddy?" She asked pointing to Harry.

"That he is, my dear." Lupin said, sounding very healthy indeed. There had been a new poison discovered that made werewolf transformations more like an over active puppy, and their bites harmless. This seemed to have helped Lupin greatly.

Harry's heart skipped several beats. "She is beautiful.." He thought. "Looks just like Ginny, except the eyes… my eyes. My mothers eyes."

They stared each other in the eye for a moment or two, and then Harry got down on his knees, and opened his arms to her.

"Daddy!!!!" Nemone cried, and ran into his arms embracing him with almost as much gusto as Mrs. Weasley had.

Harry's mind raced. He really was a father. He was scared and excited at the same time. He had no idea how to be a father, but it felt so good to be called "daddy.".

"My daughter…" He whispered into her mane of bright red hair, stroking it. Next second he picked her up and was whirling her about in the air, smiling at her as she giggled furiously.

He plopped down onto the sofa in the living room, and placed her in his lap. Once the room stopped spinning, Nemone asked, "Where's mummy?"

Harry was still in awe of his daughter, and it took a second for him to register what she had asked. "Mummy is sleeping upstairs. Should me go visit her?" He asked, smiling happily at her.

"Yeah! Come on daddy!" She jumped off his lap, grabbed his hand, and pulled him along the way up the stairs into Ginny's bedroom.

Ginny had just woken up, and was swinging her feet over the side of her bed to get up, when the door burst open, and a cheerful Nemone ran into her arms closely followed by Harry, who could not stop grinning.

Harry sat next to Ginny on the bed, while she and Nemone caught up.

"Did you have fun with Remus and Tonks?" Ginny asked her daughter.

"Yep. Remus is fun when he's a puppy!" She cried happily. "And Tonks is silly! I like her. She took me flying! Ohhhh…Mummy I love flying! Can I have a broom!?!?! Pleeeeeease????" She said all this very fast, and with a pleading look folded her hands under her chin, and gave Ginny, what Harry thought was the perfect puppy dog look.

Ginny chuckled amusedly. "We'll see." She said. "Maybe if you ask your dad nicely enough he'll take you out on his Firebolt." She said smiling at Harry, who gave a slight nod.

"You have a Firebolt!?!" She asked impressed.

Harry nodded. "Wow…." Nemone replied.

"Well, shall we join the rest of the family?" Ginny suggested.

"Great idea!" Harry said standing and helping Ginny to her feet, and slipping her dressing gown on her.

The three of them descended the stair case to the kitchen. When they had finally reached the floor, Nemone asked her mother, "Can daddy, and I go flying? Pleeeeeease?" She asked, giving her mother the same puppy dog face.

Ginny looked at Harry, "Your call…dad." She said smiling.

Harry nodded at Nemone. "But get your jacket. It's getting chilly." Nemone ran off to the hall closet to get it.

"Spoken like a true parent." Ginny said amusedly.

"You've done very well with her." Harry said taking her hand in his, and kissing it. "You'd think she was eight or nine years old, they way she thinks, and speaks." He said smiling at the back of Nemone's head.

"Sometimes I regret that." She said with the slightest flicker of a frown. "Sometimes I think I made her grow up to fast. She should have had more fun than she has had. I hope I'm doing this right." She said voicing one of her inner most concerns that had been haunting her for ages.

Harry turned to face her, and went to cup her cheek in his hand. She flinched at the motion of his hand lifting. Harry's heart broke, and instead kissed her, gently on the lips.

"I'd never hurt you." He said reading her eyes. "…never." He kissed her again. "and you've done a fine job raising her. And I'm here now to help you, and she'll have fun from now on." He said seriously, and then got a mischievous smile on his face, "you forget, I'm like an over grown five-year-old. To put it in your words from so long ago."

Ginny smiled, and kissed him on the lips, and lingered there for a while, until they heard a small giggle. Nemone was standing at her fathers side, wearing her jacket, and trainers. Patiently waiting for them to finish.

Harry smiled down at her. "Accio Firebolt." He said flicking his wand, and his Firebolt came zooming down the stairs and into his hand.

Nemone looked up at him in aw. "Wow…" she whispered under her breath.

Harry and Nemone walked outside, and Ginny sat at the dining room table with her parents, Lupin, and Tonks. She watched them as Harry mounted his Firebolt, and helped Nemone on in front of him.

"How was she?" She asked Lupin and Tonks.

"She was a doll, dear. Don't worry." Tonks said, also watching them out the window, flying around the glen.

"She wasn't to much trouble to have around was she? I know she can be a hand full sometimes." She said, gasping as Harry did a roll, but relaxed when Nemone squealed with delight.

"She was no trouble at all, really." Lupin said. "Looks like you've got quidditch player in training there." He said pleased.

"Oh I don't doubt it for a second. She's got two generations of quidditch blood, from both sides, running through those veins. It's fate." She said content as could be.

There was silence for a while, as they all watched Harry and Nemone zoom this way and that around the glen, and over the house.

"He's going to make an excellent father." Tonks said patting Ginny's hand.

"He is, isn't he?" She said happily.

A/n: Ok this chapter may seem a bit Marry Sue, with the new poison for Lupin, and all, but I thought poor Lupin has been through so much, I may as well have something good happen to him. And, yes, incase you were wondering Lupin and Tonks, are together now. (That is one of my favorite ships. Although if Sirius were still alive it would be Lupin/Sirius. Hehe, now I'm ganna get flames from all those homophobes…You amuse me.) Anyway…I hope you enjoyed this. I actually wrote this in ONE day. That never happens. It usually takes me about three days. But seeing as I have no tv, and no internet to distract me, I guess it makes sense.