Now thanks for reviewing. I like responding to you guys. Please stay with me on this. Again, Harry Potter is NOT the FAMOUS BOY who LIVED. He was unconscious, and has been transferred to many different areas in the country and interacting with people he's never met. This is why no one recognizes him. Just think of him as the regular run of the mill Auror who couldn't find his way home.

Chapter Seven: Little John

"Good morning!" Harry greeted the man behind the desk cheerfully, "I've dropped by to register a new subject!" He is now standing at the counter of the Registry of Birth's Office.

"Name of child?" the officer asked.

"We're calling him John! After me," he answered animatedly, "My wife thinks he's the splitting image of me, but I don't see it."

"Really" the officer yawned, "Date?"

"He has her eyes, cinnamon brown, and when he smiles, he's just like my wife's, except for the teeth," Harry raved on enthusiastically.

"Well you can't expect everything all at once," he remarked, obviously not impressed, "and what did you say the date was?"

"November the sixth," he told him, "Don't you want his weight?"

"No thank yo-"

"Eight pounds, three and a half ounces," he continued to brag proudly, "He's been gaining an ounce a day! It's remarkable!"

"Umhmm," The officer replied, not even bothering to look up, "Father's profession?"

"Writer. In a small way of course. Writer and parent," Harry chuckled, and added, "Parent in a big way!"

"That will be all" said the officer.

"All?" Harry looked at him, perplexed.

The officer glanced at him with a hint of finality, "Yes thank you."

"Oh but you could form only an inadequate picture of him from what I've giving you" he protested.

"Well, I'll have to struggle along," the officer responded sardonically.

"I'll bring him in person one of these days," Harry promised, completely oblivious to the man's disinterest, "Then you can see for yourself! Do I get a receipt?"

"You do," the officer handed him the slip.

"Thank you very much!" He exclaimed, grabbing onto the slip as if it were a precious jewel, "I'll bring him in one of these days!" he repeated before leaving.

Harry rode cheerfully back home on his bicycle, carrying a basket full of groceries.

"Nurse!" he announced loudly, "Here you are! I hope I haven't forgotten anything!" Harry handed her the basket before remember to whisper, "Is he asleep?"

"If he was, he isn't now" the nurse replied, taking the groceries and returning to the kitchen.

He tiptoed quietly into the bedroom. "Did I wake you?" he whispered into Hermione's ears, still in bed recovering from the birth.

"No." she smiled.

Harry took a peek in the cradle by the corner of the bedroom. "I've brought him a present. Look!" He proudly produced a tiny stuffed animal from his bag. "Think he'll like it?"

Hermione giggled as he placed the little toy beside his son. "Come here," she patted next to her on the bed.

Harry quickly made his way to her and sat down.

"I'm Mrs. Smith, remember me?" she teased playfully. He took the hint and kissed her, embracing her tightly.

"What's so wonderful about that fellow? He just eats and sleeps," she joked, "Much of the time he's not even friendly! Never occurred to you to buy me a present," She pouted her lips.

"Never!" he smiled and kissed her again, reaching for his coat pocket. He dangled a strand of tacky beads in front of her face.

"Oh Smithy!" Hermione cried out as she grabbed them.

"They're not very much," said Harry sheepishly.

"Oh I just adore them!" She told him sincerely, examining the necklace.

"They're just the color of your eyes," He gazed into them, enchanted since the first time he made contact with them, "You have an awfully nice color scheme darling."

The moment was interrupted by a family voice out in the living room.

"Is Mr. and Mrs. Smith here?" the voice asked.

"Yes," the nurse replied.

"Must be the vicar." Harry opened the bedroom door for him, "Hello vicar! Come on in!"

The vicar made his way over to the side of the bed. "How do you do Mrs. Smith?" he asked, shaking her hand.

"Very well vicar, thank you," Hermione replied.

"And how is the heir?" the vicar asked, referring to the baby.

"See for yourself!" said Harry, never missing the opportunity to show off his son.

The vicar smiled and stood up. He walked to the crib and looked inside, "Hello young fellow, he's quite a size isn't he?"

"Bigger and stronger than any baby twice his age!" Harry bragged.

Vicar laughed as he turned back to Harry and Hermione, "I was at the Owl post just now. I found Mrs. Woodbury in a great deal of excitement. There's been an extraordinary event. An Owlogram!"

"How very thrilling!" Hermione clapped her hands. "Who got it?"

The vicar handed Harry the letter, "You did!" he announced, "Probably somebody congratulating you on becoming a father!"

A surprised Harry opened the letter curiously and read it to himself.

Hermione watched his reaction to the letter, "Smithy! Aren't you ever going to tell me what's inside it?"

"I don't believe it!" he exclaimed breathlessly, "It's fantastic!"

"What darling?" she asked impatiently, "Please, I can't stand it another second!"

"It's from Liverpool," Harry answered, "From the editor of the Daily Prophet!"

"For Merlin's sake, read it out loud!" she egged him on.

Harry obliged, "Can you appear at the Daily Prophet office tomorrow morning, November 14th, regarding permanent position on paper? Samuel C. Hensen, Editor."

"Oh Smithy!" Hermione cheered, "How marvelous!"

"Marvelous? It's INCREDIBLE!" Harry corrected her with elation.

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That night…

"Goodness, you're a terrible packer," Hermione observed as she looked through the suitcase. It was the same one she had with her during her stage career. The outside was adorned with stickers from every town she's toured in. "Let me see, shirts, socks, tie," she rummaged through Harry's handiwork, "May I ask what you were going to sleep in?"

"Great Merlin! Have I forgotten the pajamas?" Harry jumped up to retrieve them.

"The cuffs are a bit frayed," Hermione noticed his only dress shirt, "But then again, I suppose Keats wasn't very dressy."

Smith returned with his pajamas and stuffed them inside before Hermione closed the suitcase.

"My, all these labels," he said, scanning the colorful decorations on the bag, "They'll think I'm a commercial traveler."

Hermione looked at him adoringly, "Are you excited?"

"Wildly! Just think what it means," he replied happily, "Starting life, a career, I'll be able to do things for you! Things I've always dreamed of."

Hermione frowned, "I wish I could come too."

"Yes, I've been thinking of that," He stated glumly, "If I do wait, he might change his mind," Harry caught the troubled look on her face, "Darling, you're not worrying about me are you? I'll be all right. I feel absolutely sure of myself," He said assuring her.

Hermione looked down, "I know, it's just---"

"Our first parting," He finished for her.

Hermione nodded, trying to hold back her tears, "When will you be back?"

"Tomorrow night, I'll be on the eight o clock train," answered Harry.

"Where will you stay?"

Harry tilted his head, "I haven't given any thought."

"The Great Northern isn't bad. It's about the best when it comes to of the cheap hotels, and it's near the station," she suggested, "Have you got your key?"

"Right here," he took the shiny object out of his inner pocket and showed it to her.

Suddenly, a faint honking noise invaded their ears from outside. "Must be the vicar," Harry said as he rose up from the bed, grabbing his suitcase. Placing the bag on the floor one more time, he said his farewells to Hermione, "Goodbye darling." He brought his lips upon hers and embraced her tightly.

The vicar sounded the horn again. Harry picked up his suitcase and walked over to the cradle where his son was sleeping. "Goodbye young fellow!" He leaned in and kissed the infant's forehead.

"Good bye, my darling" He called to Hermione by the doorway.

"Tomorrow night!" Hermione shouted back, "Good luck Smithy!"