"Harry,you home?" Ginny Weasley called out to the apparently empty Potter cottage

"Upstairs," Came a faint reply, "dinner's in the pantry."

"You going to eat with me?"

"Already ate," came the reply, though it sounded a good deal closer this time.

"Sitwith me?"

"'Course," Harry said, coming up behind his petite redheaded wife and sliding his arms around her waist. "Good day at work?"

"You wouldn't believe the nonsense first years can get up to in a study period," Ginny sighed, "Bloody Flitwick teaching them bloody Leviosa on bloody hallowe'en. Textbooks flying everywhere. And you also wouldn't believe Trelawney's morning sickness cures. You?"

"I hate Cornelius Fudge," Harry replied rather cheerfully, taking her hand and pulling her towards the kitchen, "he's gotten it into his head to write an autobiography the second I'm promoted to head of department and of course no one's happy about it. Shacklebolt swore. You had that appointment today, right? Is everything- as expected?"

"Kingsley swore? You can't be serious," Ginny said, expertly dodging the question and wandering through the kitchen to pour them both drinks and get her dinner.

"Violently, 'course, Tonks joined right in and I added a thing or two myself," Harry explained sitting down, "Ron had to be taken away- Longbottom was rambling about her 'virgin ears' again. The doctor?" He was not, Ginny realised, to be easily dissuaded.

"Not exactly as expected," she admitted, and then quite quickly, "how's Luna doing? The baby?"

"Fine,Neville's a wreck. How's my baby?" he eyed her stomach where he had been swearing for the past three weeks he could see a bulge.

"Babies,"Ginny said, looking up at him, grinning widely and waiting for it to process.

"Twins?"he said, eagerly.

"Boys,"Ginny added, "two perfectly healthy, two month old baby-boy foetuses."

"Thank Merlin," Harry said, reaching across the table to hold his wife's hand as she sat down across from him. "Did she say anything else?"

"No, but I ran into Hermione- God, she's huge again, isn't she?- and she said we should talk to them, so they know us. They have ears at this stage, you know. And that we should give them names. I know if it was a boy we wanted to name him Sirius Ronald but now that we have two..."

"Your pick for first," Harry said, smiling.

"James."

"You don't have to do that, Ginny-"

"James Arthur Potter, it just sounds right, you know?" she interrupted, "Sirius Ronald and James Arthur.It works."

"Remus'll kill us for not naming a kid after him," Harry said, all the thanks she needed reflected in those gorgeous green eyes.

"Next time," Ginny said, "and he'll be James' godfather."

"He'll love that," Harry said, they'd already agreed on Ron and Hermione for their first child- long before they even started trying. "And for godmother?"

"I would say Tonks but I don't think she'd like it," Ginny said, "and she's never been good with kids."

"Luna?" Harry suggested, "returning the favour, I suppose."

"Penelope," Ginny said, after a pause, "since Percy... I want her to feel like she's part of the family again."

"You have the heart of an angel, Gin," Harry said, "what are we supposed to say to them, anyway?"