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Generation X
Ginny's P.O.V
I looked into the mirror. I groaned at the sight of the grey hiding in my roots, and the wrinkles creeping onto my face and surrounding my face. I felt two strong arms wrap themselves around my waist, and I physically and mentally relaxed.
'What's up babe?'
I turned around and I was met with two emerald eyes, which seemed the same since the day I first saw them.
'I'm getting old.'
'What are you on about?'
'Well look, can't you see all these wrinkles, and im going grey. It's not fair; you seem to be the same since the day we got married.'
'Oh, it's all down to my excellent bone structure.'
'Oh don't Harry, I'm being serious!'
'Well to be honest Gin, I can't see what you mean. You are bloody gorgeous hun, plus you have had four kids, so you aren't going to be like you were at 16.'
'Oh thanks Harry, you know you really know how to……..'
I was cut off by his peach lips meeting mine, and I instantly forgot my age, my stretch marks, and my worrying mind. I just felt alive again.
'I'll meet you in the living room okay babe. We need to get the kids packed and ready.'
I sat on the bed, and watched my hero leave the room.
Harry's P.O.V
I walked into my living room, and was greeted by a bomb site. My 'wonderful' children had seemed to have emptied the contents of their wardrobes onto the hearth rug, and were sitting around it apparently packing for Hogwarts.
Lilly and Molly were sitting next to each other, whilst they were texting there friends, when Ginny and I both knew it was Joseph and Ryan, Luna and Neville's sons. Then I noticed James and Charlie drinking some coke as they were deciding on whether to pack extra socks, or another stink bomb.
'Hey boys, you don't plan on using them do you?'
'Of course not dad,' claimed James,' how could you say such a thing. I may just never forgive you for that!'
James and Charlie were carbon copies of Ginny, except for their green eyes which must have come from me. However, their personalities were totally different from each other. James was the eldest by one year, and was the keenest on mischief. Where as Charlie was nothing like his god father uncle, and seemed to be much more interested in his studies.
'Right then kids, I think you should go to bed and I and your dad shall attempt to pack your bags. You have all got big days tomorrow.'
The kids went up the spiral staircase, as my angel sat down beside me looking confused at the clothes lying before her.
'Were you like this the night before you caught the train'?
No, of course not.'
'Liar.'
'Yeah but you love me so it's okay.'
I put my arm around her as I watched her become flustered at the task ahead, and turned her face to look at mine.
'Are you as happy as I am?'
'More than you will know babe….more than you could know.'
We sat there on the rug, thinking independently about what lay ahead for our kids, and smiled.
'You want to go to bed babe; we can do this in the morning.'
'You read my mind Mr potter, after you.'
She followed me up the stairs, and we entered our room, safe in the knowledge our kids would be gone for a year, in just 12 hours time.
