James Arthur Potter

Ginny woke up and saw that Harry buried his face in her hand. She smiled softly, taking the sight of him: His hair was just as messy as always and he had the expression of such calmness on his face, it made him look like a child.

He was a man now: his build wasn't the scrawny, short look of a teenager, his face was defined and his muscles were showing even through his large robes.

Her man lifter his head and saw her awake. He grinned and kissed her on her mouth. "What time is it?" she yawned.

"Eleven am. We should leave soon," he said, acting surprisingly alert despite the fact that he just woke up, "That healer kept glaring at me when I asked if I could bring James here," he said with a scowl.

Ginny giggled "Don't worry; this healer is mean to men in general, not only you."

"Mrs Potter, your son needs feeding" said the nicer healer from the door, carrying a bundle of blankets.

Harry watched as Ginny put the baby on the crook of her arm and unbuttoned her shirt, pulling one breast out and putting it near her son's mouth.

Harry looked at them, fascinated, as his son used his wife as a human milk pump, and smirked.

"What are you smirking at?" said Ginny with an amused tone.

"Oh nothing" said Harry with mirth.

"He has your hair," Ginny said quietly when the baby finished.

"Poor lad" said Harry quietly and stroked gently the small mop of black hair with his finger.

Ginny watched him closely and asked, "Do you want to hold him?"

Harry, who in the last two days learned all about holding babies from Molly and Hermione, nodded eagerly. Ginny handed him his son and smiled while buttoning her shirt.

FLASH!

Ginny blinked and looked sharply to the door and saw her mother holding a camera and giving her a smile.

"Sorry dear, couldn't help myself," she said and got closer "How is my grandson today?" she cooed over the baby and Ginny rolled her eyes.

The baby blinked and Harry smiled as Molly kissed his cheek. "How are you Molly?" he asked.

"Never better dear," said Molly brightly "My baby girl is a mommy!" she said and her eyes shone with unshed tears.

"I'm hardly a baby," snarled Ginny. Harry knew how much she hated being the youngest girl of seven boys and chuckled quietly.

"When will you go home?" asked Arthur who just came into the room.

"Probably today, maybe tomorrow" said Harry tiredly. He didn't even go to work; he spent all his time sleeping in the hospital and being with Ginny.

"Now, you listen here, Harry dear, did you build a nursery?" asked Mrs Weasley sternly.

"Yeah, when Ginny was in third month" said Harry and rubbed his face, thinking of the tiring long hours he spent in the nursery painting and placing furniture.

"That's my boy," said Mrs Wesley "Do you know how to make baby food?" she asked.

Harry lifted his head and looked at her sheepishly "Uh…No. Isn't Ginny supposed to feed him until he can eat more solid food?"

"Of course she is" said Mrs Weasley dismissively although she felt proud Harry remembered something from all of her lectures when Ginny was pregnant. He really wants to be a good father. "But you still need to know how to make it."

Harry nodded, knowing arguing will get him nowhere.

"Now, what you need to do is very simple, you need to…"

Ginny didn't listen to her mother's chatter; she watched Harry who was looking at James and occasionally nodding to indicate he was listening. She saw that Harry was slightly glassy-eyed.

"Mom, I'm not feeling well," said Ginny suddenly, making her mother frown in worry.

"Are you okay dear?" she asked, "Shall I call the healer?"

"No, no, I'll be fine, I'm just tired."

"Lets go Molly, she needs her sleep," said Arthur, also seeing the glisten in Harry's eyes.

"Well, feel well dear," Molly said and kissed her daughter before kissing Harry's hair and gave her grandson a stroke with her finger before going home.

"Is everything alright Harry?" asked Ginny softly, getting out of bed and standing behind Harry, putting her arms around his neck and looking down to her son.

"Yeah," he chocked "I just can't believe it."

"What Harry?" asked Ginny.

"I'm a father" he whispered disbelievingly "I lived to see my son."

"Of course you did, none of us had any doubt that you would live," said Ginny sternly and kissed his cheek lovingly

Harry drew a shaky breath "You're amazing you know that don't you?" he said with a slight laugh.

"I know," she said.

Suddenly James cried and Ginny took him from Harry, cradling him in her arm head resting on here neck.

She was rocking him gently and he slowly stopped crying. Harry stood up in front of his wife, who was still cradling his son, and kissed her.

Ginny smiled, broke the kiss and continued rocking James until he was asleep. She put him in the crib and turned to look at her husband.

She extended her arms and with a small chuckle, he gathered her in his arms inhaling deeply the smell her hair and kissed her head lovingly. He didn't even notice he was rocking her, just as she did to James a few seconds earlier.

A knock was heard and the healer came in. She was smiling softly as she saw James but when her eyes snapped to the embracing figures of Ginny and Harry, her eyes hardened.

"Mrs Potter, I am here to give you your releasing papers. All you have to do is sign. And of course, your husband needs to sign as well," she sent a glare at Harry and left.

"She hates me…," mumbled Harry as he released Ginny from the embrace. Ginny giggled and kissed Harry on his mouth quickly before moving to sign the contracts.

As she bent to sign, Harry saw that his wife stayed just as slim as ever, except for some more loose skin she had on her stomach. Harry didn't care though; he put his hands on the outer side of her hips and bent over her so he was practically on her.

Ginny smirked and thrust her body backwards so Harry stumbled back from her as she straightened up and turned to smirk at him, putting a hand on her hip in mock outrage.

He was pouting and she handed him the quill so he'll sign. He snatched the quill from her rather childishly and went to sign.

Ginny chucked and started to pack her stuff, Harry helping her seconds later. When they finished Harry put the bag on his shoulders and Ginny picked sleeping James up.

They left St. Mungo's very happy and content but the smiles slipped off their faces when they exited the doors.

A huge crowd of reporters was standing there and when they saw Harry and Ginny, they snapping pictures of them and shouting questions, the flashes of the cameras blinded them. Ginny grabbed her son's head, as if to protect him and, with much difficulty, they entered the building again.

James, however, woke up. He was crying loudly and attracting some looks from the occupants of St. Mungo's.

Ginny rocked him and whispered soothing words in his ears to calm him down and in no time, he was asleep again.

Harry breathed heavily, but it did not ease his feeling. He was seething; how dare they interfere with his personal life? Why after all these years, he was still chased by the media?

Ginny was just as angry but she decided to show her temper from the outside rather than inside. She carefully handed Harry the baby and walked fast towards the welcoming witch, pushing people on her way.

"Why are there reporters out there?" she raged at the blond witch who jumped almost a foot in the air.

"Excuse me?" the witch asked in a high-pitched, scared voice.

"Why are there reporters out there? You swore to us when we came here that you will not let the media interrupt us!" bellowed Ginny.

"Ms Weasley, why is it such a disturbance?" said the witch, eyeing her bright red Weasley curls.

"It is Mrs Potter to you," hissed Ginny venomously. The witch's eyes widened.

"Potter?" she squeaked.

"Yes!" said Ginny "Now get them out of here so we can go!"

"You can Floo or apparate," suggested the witch, eyeing the growing crowd around them.

"We can't apparate or Floo with a baby you silly witch!" said Ginny vehemently.

"Now Ginny," said Harry as he came closer and pulled Ginny away from the reception table "Let me handle it" he said in her ear and moved James to her arms

He turned to look coldly at the witch who was practically quivering with fear and awe at "the-man-who-defeated-Voldemort".

"May I speak to your supervisor?" he asked in an icy voice.

"Yes you may Mr Potter," said a short man in robes.

Ginny took a minute to take the man's outer appearance. He was a short, balding man with thick-rimmed glasses. He was wearing a lime coloured robes that had a tag name on them. Harry extended his arm and shook the man's hand.

"Mr Healman," said Harry coldly "Shall we go to your office?"

The man nodded and a few minutes later, the couple was sitting in his office.

"I deeply apologise for the inconvenience Mr Potter, we can keep the press out of St. Mungo's but I'm afraid we cannot prevent them from being outside of the building," The man said.

"I asked you personally to keep the press out once Ginny was in delivery," said Harry indignantly.

Mr Healman looked uncomfortable "But the press is out!" he huffed "We cannot stop them from lurking outside the hospital."

"Very well," said Harry in a voice he used only during the war, "It was nice to meet you Mr Healman, we won't be returning here," he left the office and Ginny went after him, glaring at the gaping manager.

"We just have to go through them" said Harry sadly and sighed. How much he hated it all. He took a deep breath and opened the hospital's doors. The cameras were flashing again and the shouts were heard for miles.

Harry pulled Ginny gently through them, keeping his head down and his arm was protectively around Ginny's shoulders. Once he was near the road, he pulled his wand out.

The crowd suddenly silenced. The fear Harry Potter created when his wand was out was enormous. The people were scared he would blow them into a thousand pieces. Harry allowed himself an inner smirk and pointed his wand to the road.

A few seconds later, with a loud BANG, the Knight Bus arrived. The reporters started shouting again and Stan's eyes bugged when he saw the crowd.

"Privet room, please Stan," said Harry. He didn't know if there was such a thing, but he hoped so.

"Right away Harry" said Stan and moved them into the privet room. The room had two chairs and Stan closed the door after he left.

The compartment was roughly the size of a big cupboard and had two shaky looking chairs. Harry sat groaning on the chair while Ginny tried to calm James, whom didn't stop crying since they went out of the hospital.

Ten minutes later, the bus started moving. Harry guessed the reporters were also riding the bus. But he knew that Stan was faithful to him, and wouldn't let the reporters come near his family.

Ginny stayed silent for the whole ride. Harry rubbed her back worriedly and frowned. The press went too far this time.

The bus stopped, but luckily, since the bus was so loaded, Harry barely moved an inch. Harry took a deep breath and kissed Ginny's forehead. "Ready?" he asked in low voice.

Ginny nodded. She couldn't trust herself to speak now. They opened the door and, just like before, thousands of flashes blinded them and woke James up.

Harry and Ginny got off the bus and entered hurriedly into the house. They slammed the door and put silencing charms on it.

Harry sighed. "Are you okay?" he asked and took James out of her arms to try to calm him.

A silent tear rolled out of her eye and she wiped it. "I'm fine" she said, "It's just that James is barely three days old and he was already exposed to the media."

"I know," said Harry with suppressed anger "They went too far this time."

They put James in the crib after he calmed and Ginny went straight to bed, lying on it and sighing. "I missed it here so much," she said quietly.

"It was only three days," said Harry, slightly amused.

"I know, but still" she smiled. Harry entered the bed and put the blankets around them before hugging her close to him.

She sighed again. "We have a baby."

"We do" said Harry and kissed her forehead before both of them fell into a much-needed sleep.

WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Harry groaned and opened his eyes groggily. He heard Ginny murmur something incoherent sleep before covering her head under the pillow.

Harry got up from bed and rushed to the nursery, "shh" he whispered, "you'll wake mummy up."

Harry rocked James slightly and continued to murmur soothing words in his ear until he felt James's little breaths on his neck.

It was eleven months after James got home, and Harry still hasn't gotten used to the abnormal hours James

"Is everything alright?" yawned Ginny, shuffling her feet on the floor as she walked towards them.

"Yeah," whispered Harry and smiled at her.

"You look adorable," said Ginny with a smirk.

Harry smirked back "You look red." And indeed, Ginny was wearing cherry-red pyjamas that clashed horribly with her red hair.

Ginny stuck her (red) tongue but then smiled, "put him down, he's asleep and you've got work in the morning," she said warmly.

Harry muttered something incoherent and put James in his cot.

Hours later, Harry and Ginny woke up bleary eyed and tired to the sound of the muggle alarm clock on Harry's night table.

Harry hurriedly shut it in fear James would wake up; but the damage was already done; by the time Harry shut the clock, James was already wailing for attention.

Ginny sighed "Go make breakfast," she told Harry "I'll take care of James."

Harry grumbled and trudged down the stairs to make Ginny and him breakfast. Just when Harry put the plates on the table, Ginny entered the kitchen with James in her arms.

"Hello little man," said Harry to James, touching his nose briefly before turning to Ginny.

"Hello my wife," he said and planted her big kiss on her mouth. Ginny giggled into his mouth and Harry smiled at her.

"Breakfast!" he announced. He was in a very cheery mood this morning, Ginny noted. She put James in his high chair and he rubbed his eyes sleepily.

She took the bottle Harry made for James and squeezed the bottle a bit, so a bit of the warm mild spilled on the back of her hand.

Satisfies with the heat, she plunked the bottle into James's mouth and he immediately grabbed it. Blinking as drops of milk spilled over his shirt.

Ginny sighed, adjusted the bottle, and sat down next to Harry, reaching for her orange juice. Harry watched her carefully; she looked very tired.

"Are you alright?" he asked worriedly.

Ginny smiled a weak smile "He's wearing me out," she admitted.

"Maybe you should get some sleep," Harry suggested.

"How am I going to do that?" she snapped, "You are at work all the time, and I can't handle him alone!" she suddenly burst into tears.

Harry was horrified; he didn't know this was killing her so much. He pulled her into his lap and let her bury her head in his neck.

Harry rubbed her back soothingly and eyed his son, who seemed to be scared of the prospect of his mother crying like that.

James started to whimper and threw his bottle to the floor. Ginny sniffed and kissed Harry's chest before hopping off him and picking James up.

"What's wrong baby?" she cooed to James while wiping her own tears.

James lifted his hand and poked her on her nose. Ginny giggled and her eyes shone with mixed tears and joy.

"You like mommy's nose?" she said and walked to sit next to Harry. James grinned and Harry and Ginny couldn't help but grin as well, brightening their mood immediately.

"Ma!" James cried suddenly and poked Ginny's nose again.

Harry and Ginny gasped and Ginny squealed. "Oh! You said your first word!" she said ecstatically, forgetting all about her sour mood earlier.

Harry grinned with joy. His boy said his first word! "Who is it?" he asked and pointed at Ginny.

"Ma!" squealed James again and clapped his hands. Harry laughed and planted a big kiss on James's head before planting even a bigger one on Ginny's lips.

He thought his smile couldn't get any bigger. He sat down again, stretching on the chair, with a big brightening smile on his face.

"Oh Harry, that's wonderful!" said Ginny with joy and threw James a couple of inches into the air before catching him again, making him giggle.

"Yes it is!" cooed Ginny before throwing him again "Yes it is!"

Harry and Ginny were so engrossed in their son; they didn't even notice it was way after eight o'clock until an owl soared through the window, in front of Harry's empty plate.

Ginny suddenly stopped giggling and looked at the owl. It was clearly a Ministry owl and the envelope carried the Aurors emblem on it.

She sniffed "Open it Harry," she said.

Harry shifted uncomfortable, cursing the ministry for interrupting his family time. He took the letter and opened it.

His eyes skimmed through the letter and he sighed before conjuring an inkbottle and a quill. He scribbled a quick reply and sighed before getting up, kissing Ginny's head and going up.

When she heard the door shutting upstairs she sighed and dropped to the floor, making James stand on the floor, his hands tightly secured in hers.

"What am I going to do Jamie?" she whispered to the baby. James looked curiously at his mother and walked clumsily to her, while she still held his hands in hers.

Ginny hugged James and pinned herself to the wall, stroking James's tuft of hair in affection. She heard Harry coming down.

She looked up and was astonished to see Harry in his bedclothes.

"Harry?" she said in wonder.

"I took the day off," he said and dropped to the floor next to her, pressing his hips to hers and looking in her eye.

"I love you, never doubt it. You and James mean the world to me," he said.

Ginny smiled and kissed his mouth quickly "I love you too."

She suddenly smirked "So much, in fact, I'm giving you the honour to wash him!"

Harry groaned.

A/N: Thanks guys, for your reviews, I am thrilled to say this chapter wasn't uploaded on my last account as I only finished it today!

Thanks: carabeara, Nightwing 509, Insanity-of-the-owl, Mrs.Poynter and Mrs.Judd, Barbossa'sApples, NKB

Next chapter will be in my normal pace (a chapter per roughly three weeks)