(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.)

Back at Godric's Hallow, Harry and Ginny were discussing names for their unborn child.

"I've always liked the name Kayla." Ginny suggested, adding it to their list of baby names. They had both gone through the house and found a bunch of baby name lists from when Ginny was pregnant with Brad, Scott, Zoey, and Hailey.

Harry scanned his eyes down one of the lists. "Whoops, we have to cross off William; Percy and Penelope already took it. Ginny crossed off the name. "What about if it's a boy?" she asked.

"What about James?"

"Your dad's name?"

"Yeah, well, it was just an idea. You don't have to write it down." Harry said a little embarrassed.

"No, no, I think it's a wonderful idea."

"Really?"

"Yes," said Ginny. "What's a better way to honor your parent's sacrifice then naming a child after one of them? Besides. If your mum and dad didn't die trying to save you, you wouldn't be here right now and we wouldn't have four beautiful children and one on the way." Ginny added James to the list.

"And if it's a girl?"

"She'll be named Lily," Ginny said, adding it to one of the lists as well.

"I just wish that they could be here right now to see us. They never even got to see me grow up."

"Harry, they've been here the whole time. They're watching over you and me and our family the whole time."

"Brad asked me why he only had one grandma today."

"I was wondering what you too were talking about. All though I could kind have guess."

"Yeah, well, it made me think. We have to tell them the whole story sometime, Ginny. I know that when Brad was born, we said we wouldn't, but now that they're older, they're getting more curious. Don't you think it's necessary?"

"I feel the same way. The kids can't go their whole lives without knowing about what happened between you and You-Know-Who."

"Ginny, just call him Voldemort. There's no need for all that 'You-Know-Who' nonsense.

"I know. I'm sorry. That's just the way I was brought up; to fear him."

Harry looked up at the wall clock. "It's getting pretty late. We'd better go to bed. We have to pick the kids up from your mum's pretty early tomorrow."

"You're right," Ginny said. "G'night."

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The next morning, Harry and Ginny got up at 7:00 to get ready to pick up the kids. At 9:00, the Apparated back to the Burrow. When they got there, little Zoey came running first, Brad and Scott lagging behind. Molly came after her grandchildren, Hailey in her arms.

"Good morning, Mum," Ginny said to Molly, hugging her and taking Hailey into her arms.

"Are you interested in breakfast?" Molly asked them.

"Actually, we have something cooking at home, so we can't stay for long," Harry jumped in.

"Yeah, Mum. You've done enough for a while. Thank you."

"Well, we'd better get going," Harry said. "Thanks Molly."

"Oh, you're very welcome dears."

This time to get back home, the Potters used Floo Power, which Harry disliked even more than Apparating. But, like Apparating, he'd gotten used to the sensation. Brad and Scott went on their own, while Zoey went with Harry and Hailey went in Ginny's arms.

After spinning 'round and 'round, they all arrived back at their home in Godric's Hallow, toppling in one after the other.