A/N-I didn't want to write about all the months that led up to Christmas. Ginny and Harry have had their baby, Lily Marie Potter, and she is now two months old. Haven still doesn't know Ron is alive, and it is not to torment her, but no one really knows how to tell her. It is Christmas, all the kids are coming home from Hogwarts, and everyone is at the Burrow. Enjoy and thanks for reviewing! You guys rock! And thank you shortyfaillace, my beta-extrodinare!

"Are you excited?" Kylier asked Ron. Excited? Excited was an understatement. He was about to die. This would be the first time he would speak to Haven.

Everyone had gone to the train station, except Ron, Kylier and George. Kylier had forbidden Ron to go outside since October because, thanks to a breech in Ministry security, Dolohov found out Ron was alive and going to testify at his trial. Dolohov went nuts and escaped. The current Minister of Magic made it clear that the search for Dolohov was not a priority. But, thanks to a little weight throwing on Kylier's part, guards were sent to the Weasley home, and she was getting another watcher to help her keep track of everyone, so no one was super worried, save Molly, and that's just because she's his mother and all.

Ron just stared at Kylier. George was lying on his back, levitating in the air, while she, thanks to a featherweight charm, was sitting cross-legged on him. George had been complaining about how heavy she was, so she put a silencing charm on him, and the featherweight one on herself. Watching them bicker and make up made Ron want the family he was about to meet. He was just about to open his mouth when the door blast open, bringing the icy December air in.

" But Grandma! It was just sitting there, I had to take it!" a small, dark haired boy walked in with a cookie and Molly had him by the collar. She whispered something to him and he attempted to run upstairs but was stopped by Harry.

"Mum, not that I'm not glad to get a present early, but why are you giving it to me now?" a small voice asked from behind Hermione. A little girl was tugging on her sleeve, her face beaming up at her.

Hermione pointed to Ron, and the little girl slowly turned her head and gasped. Everyone in the room fell silent as Ron and the girl stared at each other. Minutes inched by as the girl let go of Hermione's sleeve and slowly made her way towards Ron. She stopped in front of him, and Ron crouched down so he was eye level with her.

"Hi," she whispered, looking him straight in the eyes.

"Hi," he responded. Her eyes were the same shade as his. Ron fell back as she hurled herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He hugged her back.

When Haven finally pulled away she ran to Hermione, who had tears streaming down her face. Haven whispered something in her ear and Hermione nodded. Haven came back and stomped on Ron's foot. "What in bloody hell took you so long to come back?" she demanded. Ron stood, stunned, as he looked at the furious redhead standing in front of him. He blushed as the entire room began to laugh. Haven's foot tapped impatiently, "I'm waiting."

Ron, recovering from the incident, still stood there, looking down at her. He didn't know what to say, how to explain. Molly, noticing the blush on Ron's face, announced it was dinner. Everyone flooded into the kitchen, and sat around the table. Everyone made sure Haven could sit next to Ron, and small talk was exchanged as food was dove after and ravaged.

Everyone ate until they had their fill, and left leaving Hermione, Ron and Haven sitting in silence. "Where were you?" Haven asked quietly. She was curious, and hurt that he stayed away for twelve years. Ron looked down at her. He had imagined what she looked like, but seeing her for real was, well, unreal. He had always expected her to look more like Hermione than him, but he wasn't disappointed that she didn't. Her big blue eyes were brimming with tears as Ron tried to explain everything. For an eleven year old, she was extremely mature. After he finished, Haven looked over to Hermione, who was crying silently. She couldn't believe that this was happening.

No one knew what to say. It was almost as if a silencing spell was cast on the room. Haven was studying Ron intently, and Ron was looking back at her. Suddenly, Haven playfully stuck out her tongue and hugged Ron. "Welcome home, daddy!"

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Ron was on cloud nine when he woke up. He felt a lump next to him, and he realized that both Hermione and Haven were asleep and in the room. Haven was on the roll away cot, and Hermione was curled up next to him, a perma grin plastered on her sleeping face. Haven was tossing in her sleep, but smiling. He reached across to brush a stray lock of hair out of her face when her eyes fluttered open. "Hi daddy," she yawned.

"Hey," he said as he climbed out of bed. Hermione muttered something as she moved to where Ron had been laying. Haven laid her head back down and fell back asleep. Ron admired how much Haven looked like Hermione when she was asleep. A glint caught his eye, and he noticed the delicate silver chain hanging on Haven's neck. He gently tugged at it, and he discovered that a small, white gold ring with a heart shaped ruby was on the end. The same one he had given Hermione. His mind went completely blank as he stumbled down the stairs. Ron really didn't think she would keep it, let alone let Haven have it. Maybe there was hope, no, a little voice said, it's been twelve years, why would she want you? He stumbled into the kitchen, surprised that Molly wasn't already there.

"She went shopping," he heard Ginny say. He whirled around to see his baby sister sitting at the table, Lily in her arms.

"Hey Ginny," Ron responded as he leaned over to see the little girl. She was asleep, her tiny little features looked peaceful.

"She's not an angel," Ginny remarked, noting the look on her sleeping daughter's face, "She had me up half the night." Ginny smiled down at Lily, who had the flaming red hair and lively green eyes her grandmother and namesake had. Ron reached out, and Ginny reluctantly handed the baby to him. She'd seen Ron drop alot of things, and she certainly didn't want her daughter to be one of them. Surpirisenly, Ron handled her extremely delicately. "Where did you learn to hold babies?" she asked playfully. Ron just shrugged and continued to look at the baby.

"What was Haven like as a baby?" Ron asked suddenly as he sat down.

Ginny sat too, and began to talk. "She was stubborn, terribly so, we were almost afraid for her future cousins. Her first words were 'bloody hell' and she was terribly small. She was born a month and a half early, but she pulled through like a Weasley," Ginny paused, remembering the night Hermione went into labor. She shook her head, she wouldn't dwell on what might have been.

Suddenly, they both heard the incoherent mumbling of Mister Harry Potter, who walked into the kitchen, no shirt, no glasses, and running his hands through his already messy hair, and mumbling something about flying, or maybe Potions class. They weren't quite sure.

"Good morning," Ron said cheerfully and Harry gave him a death glare, but his aim landed two feet from where Ron was sitting.

"I forgot how often babies wake up," Harry moaned as he attempted to sit, only succeeding in falling off and cursing under his breath. He pulled himself up and succeeded in sitting, laying his head on his arms and sighing dramatically. "My beautiful wife wasn't in bed when I woke up, so I figured I'd come and find her."

"Your 'beautiful' wife was up the entire night with the baby," Ginny told him, "You didn't wake up once, so don't even start." Harry silenced her by pressing his lips to hers and pulling her into his lap. The kiss deepened, and Ron groaned.

"Jesus! Can't you do that somewhere else? You're scarring your daughter for life!" Ron said as he held Lily up. Her eyes were shut, and her little fists balled. Harry and Ginny both blushed, and Ron smiled.

"Shut up, she's not scarred for life..." but as if on cue, Lily began to wail. Ginny stopped talking and snatched the baby back from a laughing Ron. Harry just stared at the red faced Ron rolling on the floor laughing and yelling, "That's my niece!"