The Short Life of David Weasley-Potter
Harry and Hermione sat in Harry's flat. Quena had just turned three years old. Hermione was one her last month of another pregnancy. Not much was known how Hermione was pregnant. Harry even regretted as much of not being the child's father. The sacrifices that were made and the people that were gone, had changed over the past months. Ginny had grown to move on after Harry told her that Hermione and him were going to need each other a lot. The fact that Ginny loved Harry tore Hermione up. Quena looked up from her toy lion and looked at Harry.
"Dada." Quena said, pointing at Harry. Harry smiled and picked her up. "No, I'm your Uncle Harry." Harry said. "No. You dada." Quena said. Hermione took Quena from Harry. "Who am I then, sweetheart?" Hermione asked. "You mama." Quena said, pointing at Hermione's chest. "Good girl. Now, who's this?" Hermione said, pointing her finger at Harry. "Dat dada." Quena said. Harry sighed and got up from the sofa.
Quickly skidding out of the room, he walked into his bedroom. A picture on the mantle piece struck Harry. He walked over to his dresser and picked it up. He gave a weak smile, knowing this picture. It had been taken the day during graduation. Ron had his arm wrapped around Hermione's waist and was bringing her closer to him. Ginny and Harry were standing on the other side of Ron, talking in a hushed voice. Harry closed his eyes and began to think about that day.
"I can't believe it, Harry. We're graduates and get to leave Hogwarts at last." Ron said. "Hey, that's not fair to me though." Ginny protested. "Who said life was fair?" Ron asked. "No one. I just wanted to have my say in it." Ginny said. "I got 12 N.E.W.Ts!" Hermione exclaimed, running up to them. Ron turned around and smiled the same time Harry did. "That's great, 'Mione." Ron said. Hermione began to blush.
"So, how many N.E.W.Ts did you guys get?" Hermione asked. "Well, I don't know. I haven't recieved my owl yet." Ron said. "Oh quit it. I seen you stuff it in your pocket earlier. How many, Ron?" Hermione asked. "Alrighty, then. I'll open the bloody thing, but it's bound to say I got 6 or 7." Ron said. He dug in his pocket and grabbed an envelope. He tore it open and pulled out a sheet.
"I got...I got 11!" Ron exclaimed. Harry clapped him on the shoulder. "Congradulations, mate." Harry said. "Hey, you haven't told us what you got." Ginny pointed out. "Umm...well...I got..." "Oh come on Harry, quit the stuttering and tell us all ready." Hermione said. "I'm getting there. I got 13." Harry mumbled. "13! Wow!" Ron exclaimed. "That's great, Harry." Hermione said, smiling.
Colin Creevey, sixth year Gryffindor, walked up to the trio and Ginny. His camera was out and he was snapping pictures of people.
"Hello, Harry. Mind if I get a couple pictures of you guys?" Colin asked. "Well Colin, actually no. Want me to round up the group?" Harry asked. "Group? What group? I don't see no group." Ron said. Hermione slapped his arm and hushed him. "Hey! Luna! Neville! Come 'ere for a sec!" Harry shouted across the hall. Luna and Neville ran up to them. "What's up, Harry?" Neville asked. "Colin wants to get some pictures." Harry replied.
Harry gathered everyone around the trio and they all put a big smile on. Colin brung his camera up to his face.
"On three then. One...two...three." Colin said, and the camera flashed. After a couple of pictures with the trio, Ginny, Neville, and Luna were done, Colin took pictures of all the couples together. After Neville and Luna left, Colin turned to the trio. "Mind if I get a picture of the four of you alone?" Colin asked. "Not at all, not at all." Harry said. "Say Quidditch." Colin said. "Quidditch." the four of them smiled.
Harry walked out into the living room, where Hermione was still sitting with Quena. He sat down on the sofa and put Quena on his lap.
"Okay, sweety, who's this?" Harry asked, pointing at Ron. "Dat dada too." Quena said. "Who's this?" Harry asked, pointing at Ginny. "Dat dada siser." Quena said. "Good job. Who's this?" Harry pointed at himself. "Dat you, you dada." Quena said, smiling. Harry sat the photo on the table and handed Hermione Quena again.
The month went by and Hermione had finally had her final child. As it turned out, it was a baby boy. Hermione decided to name him David Robert Weasley-Potter. David didn't look like Hermione at all. He had a mop of jet-black hair and hazel-emerald-blue eyes. Some people thought it was strange to see a child that had three different colors in it's eyes.
It was now Quena's fourth birthday. Hermione and Harry were now married. Quena had finally learned and adapted the fact that Ron was really her father and Harry was now her step-father. David was the cutest little boy in Godric's Hollow. From his different colored eyes, to his messy jet-black hair, everyone knew he was Harry's son. Somehow though, Harry still didn't understand how he had a child. Hermione was once more was pregnant. This time though, Harry knew it was his child. Quena looked at Harry.
"When dada comin' home?" Quena asked. Harry smiled at her. "He'll be home someday. Just know this. He's watching over you from up above and he's always there for you." Harry replied. "Dada wa'ching me?" Quena asked. "Yes. Your father is watching you." Harry said.
It was Halloween night. It had been twenty-two years since James and Lily Potter had died on this very night. With Lord Voldemort still on stake, anything could happen on this night. If anyone told Harry that tonight he was going to die, he would laugh at them. The door burst down. Harry jumped from the couch and ran to the door. There in the doorway, Lord Voldemort stood, his wand pointing at Harry.
"Hermione, take Quena and David and get yourselves out!" Harry screamed. Hermione grabbed her two babies and ran upstairs, just as Lily did when Voldemort killed her. Voldemort laughed. "You think that works twice do you, Harry?" Voldemort asked. "You can't kill me, Voldemort." Harry snarled. "With all this new power I can." Voldemort said. Harry's eyes widened. It was impossible for Voldemort to have discovered the heir's of Hogwarts power. "My dear boy, tonight you shall die a painful death. Just like your father, courage." Voldemort said. Harry searched his pockets for his wand.
"Looking for this?" Voldemort asked, twirling Harry's wand in his fingers. "As a matter of fact, no. I was looking for this." Harry replied, and threw down a dust bomb. Harry sprint for the stairs and ran up to the nursery. "Hermione, we need to get out of here." Harry said. "But Harry, we can't apparate or port-key out. Not with the wards." Hermione cried. Voldemort creeked up the stairs and looked into the nursery. "What a pleasant suprise. The whole family in here. Looks like I get to kill all of you." Voldemort said. Harry began to think. What could he use to escape? He looked at Quena, who was sitting under the window.
Carefully concentrated, he levitated her to the closet. The door closed and Voldemort smiled.
"Try again, Potter. Hiding won't save you." Voldemort said. "I will kill you Tom if you touch a hair on my child." Harry snarled. "Avada Kedrava!" Voldemort shouted. Harry grabbed Hermione's hand and held on. The Killing Curse hit him and he fell to the ground. Hermione knew it. Voldemort had killed her best friend and her second husband. David was tightly hanging onto Hermione. "And for you, Mrs. Potter. Or should I say...Granger?" Voldemort asked. "Hand me the child and I shall spare your life unlike your husband's." Voldemort said. "No. You shall kill me before you kill my son." Hermione screamed. "You had your chance, mudblood. Avada Kedrava!" Voldemort bellowed.
A green light burst from Voldemort's wand, hitting Hermione straight in the chest. As she fell to the ground, David was clutching to her shirt, crying. Voldemort laughed at the sight of the two Potters. Finally, it was his chance to destroy the most important one of all. He picked David up from Hermione's grip and placed him on the floor infront of him.
"Avada Kedrava!" Voldemort yelled. The room exploded. Wood fell ontop of Voldemort, pinning him to the ground. A red light exploded from his wand and with a bright blink, Voldemort was gone and he was gone for good. David however, was misfortunate. The tiny body of the littlest Potter was limp. Quena burst from the closet and over to her parents. "Mama? Dada?" she said. She looked over at her baby brother and ran to his side. "B'ot'er?" she asked.
A white light flashed from outside. Quena ran to the nursery window to see what was all the noise. A man in brown robes ran into the house and up to the nursery. He pushed the door open and looked inside. Quena smiled.
"Moony!" she squealed. "Oh, Quena. You're okay." Remus Lupin said, and rushed over to her. He picked her up and kissed her forehead. He looked around and saw the dead bodies of the Potter's. "Oh, Harry, how could you?" Remus asked. Remus bent over and picked the wedding rings of Harry and Hermione's and placed them in his pocket. He seen David and rushed to the young infant's body. A tear swept from his eyes. David was dead, just like his parents.
"Remus, are you here?" asked a voice. "Up here, professor!" Remus said. A man with white robes entered through the doorway. It was none other than Albus Dumbledore himself. "Oh, dear. I'm so sorry, Remus." Dumbledore said. "It's okay, professor. I'm used to this. First James and Lily, then Sirius, and now Harry, Hermione, and little David." Remus said. Remus stood up with Quena in his arms, and he followed Dumbledore out the door and down the stairs.
The next day, a funeral was held for the three Potter's. Harry was layed to rest next to his parents, Hermione was layed next to Ron, and little David was layed in between both of his parents. Remus had adopted Quena as his daughter and life was going to go on.
Harry James Potter
July 31st. 1980-October 31st. 2002
'The Boy Who Lived', Loved by all, Husband
Hermione Jane Granger-Weasley-Potter
September 15th. 1980-October 31st. 2002
Beloved Wife, Friend, Daughter
David Robert Weasley-Potter
July 19th. 2001-October 31st. 2002
Beloved Son, Great-Godson, Baby
Kara Lily Potter
October 31st. 2002
Unborn child of Harry & Hermione
Ronald James Potter
October 31st. 2002
Unborn child of Harry & Hermione