1He paused in front of the large brick home, which was oddly familiar to him. Obviously he had never been here he told himself yet he could not help but feel like he had. It was not that he recognized the house; it was more of a feeling. A feeling of comfort and familiarity, it strangely felt like coming home. But that was absurd, he thought to himself, he had spent his entire life in Midwest of the US so how could a house in England feel like home?

As he stood there, staring at the house a light came on in the front room. A family was gathered in the room. The scene in the large picture window mesmerized him. A man who he assumed to be the father of the family was a tall red head who was tickling two identical young girls who also had heads full of bright red hair. On the sofa, a woman with lots of brown hair was deep in conversation with another red head, this one a girl of about twelve. Sleeping on the woman's lap was a boy who looked to be about a year old. The boy was a small copy of the tall man. The final occupant of the room was the only child without red hair, a small girl with the same bushy hair as the mother. This child was sitting next to her mother looking at a photo album.

He did not know how long he stood there but after a while the woman stood up and all but the oldest child followed her upstairs. While she was gone, the father sat next to his daughter and picked up the photo album the other girl had been looking at. The girl snuggled up next to her father and he began pointing out photos and talking animatedly to her. It appeared that he was reliving memories for his daughter. Often something would cause him to laugh heartily and a few pictures brought a sad smile to his face.

After a while, the mother returned. She smiled at her husband and daughter as she made her way to join them on the sofa. However, on the way past the window something appeared to catch her eye. She walked to the window and peered out.

He quickly stepped further back into the shadows so as not to be seen. The last thing he wanted to do was to scare the family. After almost being caught, he decided to make his way back to the inn where he and his son, Jason, were staying. The time difference had made it difficult for him to sleep and after Jason had fallen asleep, he had decided to take a walk. That was how he had come upon the house and family.

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Voices coming from down the hall broke through Jamie's sleep. Jamie groaned and snuggled further under her scarlet and gold quilt. Finally, Jamie gave up on going back to sleep and squinted at her bedside clock. 11:00! She could not believe she had slept so late! When she and her mum had returned from the Weasley's last night it had been late and Ginny had gone to bed. Jamie however had stayed awake until the early morning hours looking at the photo album her aunt had given her. She loved looking at the pictures of her parents, especially her dad. He had looked so young and happy but yet seemed to be carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. Jamie noticed that often his smiles did not reach his emerald eyes.

She reached for her glasses and put them on as she swung her legs over the side of her four poster bed. After slipping her feet into a pair of fuzzy slippers, she padded down the hall to find out who belonged to the voices. Entering the kitchen, she found her mum, Uncle Fred, and Grandma Molly. From what Jamie had been told it used to have been impossible to tell her Uncle Fred and Uncle George apart but now George had a prominent scar on his left cheek and walked with a strong limp. He had got both when he had thrown himself in front of Hermione who was being attacked by some nasty Death Eaters. This had been before her dad had defeated Voldemort and the dark wizards were trying to get rid of everyone who was opposed to them. At the time Hermione was very pregnant with her first child and unable to fight back as well as she normally could. George had saved both her and the baby. That was how Georgia had gotten her name.

The adults were seated around the table drinking cups of tea when Jamie entered the room.

Fred was the first to see her. "So she is alive, thought you were never going to get up, kid," he teased his niece.

"Hey, Uncle Fred. Hi Grandma. What are you guys doing here?" Jamie gave her grandma a quick hug and sat down next to her mum.

"Well, your Uncle Ron fell off his broom again at Quidditch practice," Fred answered her question. "Anyway they took him to St. Mungo's, the rest of the family is there. Since your grandma was visiting with your mum when we got the news, I came to escort you lovely ladies there."

"Oh no, is he okay?" she questioned the adults.

"Yes, sweetie, he is going to be fine. He will probably have a raging headache for a while, but he'll be fine. It was just a precaution to take him to St. Mungo's. We can't have any serious damage done to the famous Keeper for the Canons and if his fans found out they didn't take his injury serious they might riot or something," Ginny told her daughter. "Why don't you get dressed and we will head over and visit him?"

Jamie ran off to her room to get ready. Despite her mother's reassurances, she was still worried about her favorite uncle and wanted to see with her own eyes that he was okay. Hastily she grabbed a pair of jeans and a Chudley Cannons tee shirt and slipped them on. Jamie kept a collection of cards in her desk and grabbed a 'Get Well Soon' one for Ron. She quicky scrawled her name in the card and stuffed it into an envelope. She pulled her long, curly hair into a pony tail as she made her way back to the kitchen so they could leave.

"Are you ready sweetheart?" her grandma asked when she rejoined them.

"Yep, how are we going to get there? Are we going to Floo?"

"No, we are running a little low on Floo powder, so we are going to go in Uncle Fred's car. If we have time while we're out we should stop at Diagon Alley and pick some up," Ginny responded.

Jamie was actually relieved not to be using the Floo Network to get to St. Mungo's. It always made her feel a little nauseous and she very rarely landed on her feet. Usually she landed in a heap on the floor, not only was that embarrassing but was usually also painful.

The group made there way to Uncle Fred's flying car and set off to St. Mungo's. After a short trip, he landed the car and turned off the invisibility booster so they would be able to find the car when it was time to leave. A short way down the street, Jamie realized she had forgotten her card in the car. The adults agreed to let her run back and get it alone, since that would be quicker. They promised to wait where they were for her.

Jamie ran quickly back to the car with Uncle Fred's keys in her hand. She grabbed the card and turned to head back to her family. As she ran around the corner, she collided with a small boy with dark hair. Both kids went sprawling onto the sidewalk.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. Did I hurt you? Are you okay," Jamie asked the boy. She picked up her glasses and sighed when she saw they were cracked. Oh, well she would just have to ask her mum or grandma to fix them. It's going to be great when I learn how to do that myself, she thought.

She put her glasses back on and looked at the boy. Jamie gasped when she got a good look at him. He looked just like her dad! He had the same messy black hair and his eyes were identical to both her dad's and Jamie's own. But how could that be? Just then a man came around the corner.

"Jason, where are you? Oh, there you are, I told you not to go running off like that. Are you kids okay?" he reached down to help them both up.

Jamie was still staring at the boy and did not immediately look up at his father. When she finally looked up at him, she paled and exclaimed, "Dad?" The world went black as she fainted.