(Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter does not belong to me. It is all the creation of the wonderful J.K. Rowling and I take no credit for inventing these characters.)
(Note from the author: This story was created by a friend of mine who is not allowed to use FanFiction, so I am posting it for her. I have fixed a few grammatical errors in it though. )
Meanwhile, Ginny went upstairs, chuckling at her husband and son's behavior. She entered Hailey's room and saw Zoey sitting on a large red, fluffy blanket on the floor, playing peek-a-boo with Hailey.
Hailey was giggling and Ginny felt her heart melt. Saturdays were the best days of the week in her opinion. The whole family would be relaxed and mainly enjoy each other's company.
"All right there Zoey?" asked Ginny quietly. Zoey looked up and smiled happily.
"Just watch that she doesn't insert any small objects into her mouth," warned Ginny before closing the door and going to Scott's room.
She opened the door quietly and saw Scott sitting on his bed and tossing a small Quaffle between his hands.
Ginny came in and sat on the edge of Scott's bed.
"What's wrong baby?"
Scott turned his green eyes to her, "Nothing"
"Come on…" she soothed and scooted closer to him, trying to flatten his red messy hair.
"It's just that Brad is going to Hogwarts in a few months and… and…" Brad didn't seem to want to continue talking to he continued to toss the Quaffle in his hands.
"And you want to go too?" said Ginny kindly. Scott nodded.
"You know, when I was six, Bill already finished Hogwarts, Charlie was in his sixth year and Percy was in his first year. I was left alone with Fred, George, and Ron – not exactly the best company," she said and Scott grinned.
"Besides," she said "I'm not that bad am I? And your sisters and maybe some more siblings…" trailed Ginny and her eyes became dreamy.
"Mum! Are we having another baby?" asked Scott happily.
Ginny smiled and patted Scott's head affectionately "Maybe…"
"Ginny? Ginny? Ginerva Weasley Potter, you answer me right now!" Molly Weasley's shrill voice was sounded through the fireplace.
Harry heard his mother-in-law's voice yelling and hurried into the living room. He sat on the big sofa in front of the fireplace and grinned. "Hello Molly."
"Oh! Hello Harry dear!" greeted Molly warmly, "Arthur and I wondered whether you'd want to come to dinner with us and the children will have a sleepover here," she said.
Molly Weasley was over sixty now, and had several age lines on her face she didn't like but Arthur insisted made her look even more beautiful. She had seventeen grandchildren she loved dearly and was very happy to have them for a monthly sleepover.
"Sounds good Molly," said Harry, smiling "Let me tell Ginny."
"Tell her to come here will you?" Molly asked. Harry nodded.
"Gin?" he called as he climbed the stairs. He found Ginny talking to Scott, holding him in her lap. "Gin?" he said.
Ginny looked up. "Your mom's in the fireplace," he said.
Ginny smiled and kissed Scott's ear "Thanks love," she told Harry and kissed his cheek on her way out, closing the door after her.
"What's up champ?" asked Harry as he placed himself on the bed.
"Nothing, mom just told me about how she was jealous of Uncle Percy for going to Hogwarts when she was six."
"Oh," said Harry "and how did you get into this subject in the first place?"
"Never mind…" mumbled Scott.
"Ok," said Harry, knowing to not to push his children, that when they'll be ready, they will talk.
But Scott wasn't the one to wait forever; "I want to go to Hogwarts too! I want to have a wand like you and mom has! I want to do magic!" Scott said the last part in yelling and Harry thought he heard a short pause from the talking in the house.
Scott turned Weasley red and huffed. Harry was a bit shocked when he heard his son's outburst.
But then, he thought, it was perfectly understandable that Scott would be jealous of his brother. Harry thought he would be too.
"Well, there's no need to be jealous of Brad. You will have your wand too you know, and even if we will buy you one, you wouldn't be allowed to use it," said Harry reasonably.
"Why not?" huffed Scott in indignation.
"Because of the Restriction of Underage Sorcery. You can't perform magic outside of school until you're seventeen."
"That's not fair!" yelped Scott.
"I think it is," said Harry.
Being a parent made Harry realize some very important things about the wizarding society; one of them was that the Restriction of Underage Sorcery, being unfair as it is, was perfectly understandable.
Children were very hectic and energetic, they like to make noise and if they are unpleased, they will do anything, but anything to get their purpose. Including hexing their friends and cursing their siblings.
"Think of all the havoc your Uncle Fred and Uncle George would have done without the Restriction."
Scott's face brightened at the mention of his uncles.
"Now, how would you like it if I told you you're going to your grandma's for a sleepover with your cousins?"
"Yay!" yelled Scott and enveloped his father in a massive hug. Harry laughed and ruffled his son's hair.
"Dad?" said Scott, suddenly serious "Why does Ben have two grandmas and I have just one?"
Harry sighed and closed his eyes for a minute. "Come here champ," he said and turned Scott so he was now sitting on his lap.
"You see, many years ago there was a wizard that became bad. He was very evil and did some pretty bad things to the wizards who believed that Muggle-borns should be educated to learn magic.
My parents were two of these people and one day, when I was just over one year old, this man came to my house and killed my mother and my father," said Harry.
"But how did the evil man know where your mom and dad lived? There are a lot of wizards," asked Scott.
"That's a story for another time I think," said Ginny from the door.
The boys looked up and Ginny smiled "Go help your sister pack her bag for grandmas," said Ginny "I will come to help you in a minute."
Scott went out of the room, shooting a suspicious glance to his parents before shutting the door.
Ginny smirked at Harry "Can I have a story too?" she asked in a babyish voice.
Harry smirked back and patted on his lap "Of course."
Ginny sat on his lap and Harry hugged her close to his body, smelling her hair and kissing her neck. Ginny's head tilted back.
"What about that story huh?" she mumbled.
"Once upon a time there lived a beautiful girl with red hair. She had six big overprotective brothers," Ginny giggled, "When this girl was little, she heard a story about a boy, the-boy-who-lived, and wanted to meet him." Harry said in a storyteller voice.
Ginny snorted, "That's an understatement."
Harry shushed her. "When she was ten, she met his on a train platform on his way to school. To her surprise, the boy became best friends with the girl's brother.
"When she met him one summer, when she was eleven and he was twelve, she immediately had a crush on him, even though he was skinny and had huge glasses."
"He had a beautiful pair of green eyes though," said Ginny.
"Hush Gin, that's beside the point," said Harry "Anyway, the boy didn't like her back, maybe because she once accidentally put her elbow in the butter dish."
"Hey!" said Ginny "Don't remind me!"
Harry ignored her "However, when the boy was sixteen, he noticed how beautiful the girl was and had a crush on her. The girl however, had already given-up on the boy and dated big, ugly, obnoxious boys," Ginny hit him on his arm.
"But when the boy asked the girl out one day, to his surprise, she said yes. Weeks and months passed and the boy realized he was falling in love with her. So when she graduated, he proposed and she said yes.
The boy and the girl are now living happily together with their four beautiful children, who obviously took after their mom," finished Harry.
Ginny sighed and leaned her head on Harry's shoulder. "Five," she mumbled.
Harry abandoned his storyteller voice "What?" he asked in astonishment.
"Five children. I'm pregnant"
