I glanced at Robert briefly, before turning back to my son.

"I don't think you can, Liam," I told him, but he scowled.

"Why not? James can." He pointed out.

"You have to be born magical, Liam," Robert said, just as I was about to answer.

"How'd you know I'm not?"

Liam was getting progressively smarter. Too smart for me, anyway.

"Uh," I looked over at my Mum, but again, Robert interrupted.

"Because we just know, okay?" He said, firmly. Liam looked sadly over at James, who only shrugged.

"But now I can tell you everything!" he said excitedly, "And Fred and Louis can too!"

"Will they like me?" Liam asked sceptically, but James nodded earnestly.

"They're gonna love you!" he shrieked, grabbing Liam's hand, and pulling him out the room, and up the stairs, supposedly to his bedroom.

"When're they coming?" My Mum asked, a little excitedly.

"Who knows," Ginny sighed, "My family have a knack for-"

A huge rush flooded through the room, and to my disbelief, Ginny's brother, and his family, were standing by the fireplace, brushing off soot from their bodies, and looking completely unfrazzled.

I told myself not to scream, so I resorted to standing there, opening, and closing my mouth like a fish out of water.

"-turning up unexpected." Ginny finished, grinning at Ron, who looked appropriately confused.

"I told him to owl," Hermione said, adjusting Hugo, who was settled in her arms.

I remembered her well.

Ron shrugged. "There's no point, considering."

Hermione sighed and looked over at my parents.

"Nice to meet you," she said pleasantly, coming over, and offering her hand to my parents, one of which was staring at her in terror, "I can tell by your expression you haven't experienced floo yet."

"What?" Robert gaped, and Hermione turned around, the baby in her arms blowing happy bubbles.

"The floo network," Hermione explained, "One of the many ways to travel in the Wizarding world. It's a network of magically associated fireplaces that enables a witch or wizard carrying floo powder to arrive at any destination they require, if that required destination has an appropriate fireplace, mind."

"Oh."

"Al?" a voice said from behind, and little 'princess' Rose came into view, dragging a tiny broom by a shiny bronze handle.

"Ron!" cried Hermione, rounding on her husband, who reddened, "I told you not to let her bring that! She'll be flying all evening!"

"A girls gotta fly," Ron mumbled, and Ginny grinned in appreciation.

"Well said," she said, saluting him.

"Don't encourage him," Hermione berated, "It's your house you'll be fixing when she gets going."

"So, witches really do fly on broomsticks, huh?" Robert said, and Ron nodded enthusiastically.

"We have this sport – quidditch – that everyone follows. You'd be mad not to like quidditch, and almost everyone plays-"

"Thanks," Hermione said dryly.

"Quidditch?" Robert asked in disbelief, "This is something big?"

"Totally!" Ron smiled, "Ginny played professionally until she got pregnant with Al."

"So, you're an athlete?" I asked Ginny interested.

Ginny nodded.

"I think the muggles have something – footy ball? – that's pretty big in their world. Quidditch is like that, for wizards, and on brooms! Rose loves it!" Ron piped in.

"Wonder where she got that from?" Hermione said sarcastically, making me grin.

"Probably me," Harry added, yawning, getting up, and striding out the room.

"He does know that she's got no Potter blood in her, doesn't he?" Ron asked, looking at Ginny, who was laughing.

"You're blabbing a lot, Ron," Ginny told him, "Maybe shut up?"

Everyone laughed, and I suddenly felt like I was involved in something. I knew the huge truth now, and everyone called talk about everything. I smiled to myself.

Harry returned, holding Al, Mabel skipping behind happily, before placing him on the floor.

"Wosie," grinned Al, "Let play."

"Up," agreed Rose, waving absently at her parents before strutting out the room, Al, and Mabel hurrying after her.

Before conversation could return, and a loud voice interrupted us, and I jumped.

"Hello, all! The party has now begun!"

I looked around for the orator, and standing by the door was a man with hair as red as Ron's, a dark woman, and two children, one of which I had seen before.

"George," Ginny sighed, "Could you not be so vocal in my house?"

"Gotta make myself known, little sis," 'George' grinned, turning his attention on me, Robert, and my parents.

"Hello, friends of my sister and her husband," he said, "George Weasley, one of Ginny's finer older brothers."

"Nice to meet you," I smiled, amused at his boldness, and extending my hand, "Katie Williams. These are my parents, Howard and Anna, and my husband, Robert."
"Pleasure," George smiled, "This is my wife Angelina, and my kin, Fred, and Roxanne, or how she goes by most, Roxy."

"Where's James," Fred said, looking around, "Is Louis here yet?"

"He's in his room," Harry said, pointing up, "I'll tell Louis when he gets here."
Instantly, Fred leapt out the door, yelling 'Thank you Uncle Harry!' as he thundered up the stairs.

George took a seat on the sofa next to Ron, shifting to the right to let his wife sit by him. Roxy, who looked no older than a year, wriggled frantically, her hands scratching at Angelina's face as she opened her mouth.

"No!" she cried, at what, I don't know, and apparently, neither did Angelina, for she looked at George for help.

"Take her, will you? This is all you!" she said, pulling Roxy off her lap, and dumping her in George's.

"Hey!" he protested, "I'll take credit for her comedic side, not her demonic one!"

"Nice to see you too," Ron muttered from beside him, Roxy's foot thrust into the side of his leg.

"Ah, sorry," George grimaced, "Fred was never like this. Maybe it's because she's a-"

"Don't even say it, George Weasley," Angelina growled, making George's face blanch.

"Hope those boys aren't getting up to any mischief," Harry said, lightening the tone, "I dread to think of what's going to happen when Louis gets here."

"You're wise, aren't you?" George snorted, "Willingly putting those three, plus one more, in close proximity? That's on you, mate."

Harry sighed.

"I know," he said, "But Louis wasn't there on Sunday, or the Sunday before that. According to James, he was 'Louis deprived'."

"I don't believe he used those words," Hermione said, but Harry nodded earnestly.

"I blame you, Hermione," Ginny grinned, "You're the only one in the family flouncing fancy words to the children."

A sudden whooshing noise came from a neighbouring room, and Harry got up.

"That'll be Bill and Fleur," He said and walked out the room.

"So, you're muggles?" George asked, directing all attention on the room onto me and Robert.

"I don't know what that-"

"Yes, they are George," Ginny interrupted, before turning to me, "Muggle means you can't do magic, which in your case, is true. It's not an insult." She added, at the look on Robert's face.

"Oh."

Harry returned just then, accompanied by a tall man with long red hair, a beautiful blonde-haired woman, and three young children, one of which instantly ran up to Ginny, and embraced her. She had silver-blonde hair, and pale blue upturned eyes, rather like the man who had walked in with her. I assumed this was Ginny's other brother and his family.

"Hi, Vic," Ginny smiled, moving up on the sofa to make room for the girl, "Nice to see you too."

I looked back over at the family who had just walked through the door. The smallest child, a boy, had hair identical to his mother, though it was cut short just below his ears, and blue eyes, though darker, and more refined, than his sister's. The second girl, however, wasn't sporting the same looks as her siblings. She had strawberry blonde hair, which was slightly wavy around the edges, and eyes that almost looked green.

"Bill Weasley," The man introduced, offering his hand to my husband, who was all but goggling at the blonde-haired woman, "And my wife Fleur."

"Nice to meet you," I said, poking Robert in the side, watching him shake his head back to the present, "Katie and Robert Williams, and my parents Anna and Howard."

"Pleasure to meet you," Bill smiled, "I see you've met the rest of my family."

"Everyone but Charlie and Percy," George pointed out, and Bill looked around again.

"Everyone but Charlie and Perce," he confirmed, glancing down at his children, and back up at me," These are my children. That's Victoire, and this is Dominique. Louis was here, but I'm afraid to say he's probably found, James and Fred."

As if on cue, a huge crash resounded from upstairs, and everyone looked towards the door.

"Everyone, place your bets!" George cried, "Who d'you reckon it was!?"

"James," Ron said at once, "He's the ringleader."

Ginny glared at him, "Don't throw my son under the bus before you even know the answer, Ronald."

Ron shrugged.

"It's getting a little crowded in here," Harry said, "We can move next door."

People murmured in agreement as everyone started to get up and walk towards the door.

"Are you ok, Kate?" Robert asked quietly, and I nodded, taking his hand as we followed Bill Weasley into the neighbouring room. This room was directly next to the garden, and let in an unholy amount of natural light. Robert, my parents, and I took a sofa by the door and watched as everyone made themselves comfortable.

"I better go check on the boys," Harry sighed, Bill and George, nodding their thanks.

The evening went fast, and I soon knew what Ginny was talking about. James, Fred and Louis were nothing but trouble.

By 6:30, Harry, Bill and George had, between them, got up about 10 times.

"Next time one of them makes a noise, I'm bringing them down," Ginny growled after Harry returned for the 11th time.

"What's Liam doing?" I asked curiously, heating up a bit when most of the Weasley's turned to face me.

"Having the time of his life," Harry smiled, "James Fred and Louis are taking it in turns to show him tricks."

"Loud tricks," Bill said, grinning.

"It's not dangerous though," I asked nervously, and everyone shook their heads.

"They're not old enough to cause significant harm yet," Hermione explained, and my body sagged in relief.

"Though they did accidentally send Roxy up on a firebolt once," Angelina grinned, bouncing her daughter on her knee.

"A what?"

"It's a broomstick," Ron said, "Hey, Bill, go get the boys, and tell them to go outside."

There was instant uproar from many women in the room, Ginny included.

"He's 5 Ron! You shouldn't be encouraging them at this age!"

"If it was your son, Ron, maybe you wouldn't be so laid back," George grumbled.

"It's not a terrible idea," Harry said, and Bill nodded his agreement.

Ginny gaped at him, before closing her mouth, and folding her arms.

"If he decides to go out the boundaries, it's your job to bring him down," She said finally, and Harry grinned.

"Same goes fur you, Bill Weasley," Fleur said, and I started at her French accent. She hadn't spoken before now, and now I come to think of it, she looks increasingly French.

"Got it," Bill nodded, standing up, Harry following his lead.

They returned a minute later with all 4 boys in tow, James and Fred looking giddy with excitement.

"Daddy said we could fly, Mum," James giggled, and Ginny frowned.

"Daddy said you could fly," she said, "I'm not sure about Fred."

James' face fell as he faced his aunt and uncle.

"Mum?" Fred asked, looking hopeful.

"You won't deliberately fly too high? Or out the boundaries?" Angelina asked, and Fred shook his head frantically.

"What about me?" Liam asked quietly, and I blinked.

I, for one, didn't have much of an idea of broomstick flying, and also didn't even know how dangerous it would be.

"I-" I started, but Robert interrupted me.

"No, Liam, you'll stay here." He said firmly, and Liam scowled, his eyes getting wetter.

"But I want too!" he protested, acting very unlike Liam.

"It probably won't even work for you, Liam," Robert said resolutely, but James shook his head.

"It'll work for muggles! I taught Daisy how to fly!" He said enthusiastically.

"His second cousin," Harry said, "They're muggles."

Robert shook his head decisively, and the tears began to fall.

"You know what Dad, you can't tell me what to do!" Liam cried, "If James can, why can't I? I'm almost 5!"

"Liam," I sighed, "I'll go outside with you, and we'll make a decision once you've seen what do to do, yes?"
Liam nodded tearfully, and I ignored the glare Robert was giving me. My Mum was looking reproachfully at her son in law but didn't speak.

"It's still light," Ginny said, breaking the silence, "We could all go sit on the patio."

People nodded, and the room had a slightly awkward feel to it.

The sun was setting when Harry unlocked the glass doors that led to the garden, and the light shone over the deck. Harry led the 3 boys to a nearby shed, and I watched him take out 3 small broomsticks. Liam watched from my side.

"Why can't we use the proper ones?" James grumbled.

"Because you're 5." Harry said simply, "Now don't fly too high."
The boys nodded and grabbed a broom each. Before I knew, they were soaring into the sky, giggling excitedly.

"Dom, Vic, you want one?" Harry asked, and both girls nodded eagerly.

I looked over at Liam and saw his eyes open wide in amazement.

"Aren't you scared they might fall?" Robert asked Harry, but Harry just took out his wand.

"Of course," he said, "But there are enough spells to save them if they did."
"James sometimes does it on purpose," Ginny said, joining the conversation, "He likes the feeling of being hoisted up into the air by an invisible hand."

"Wosie fly!" Rose cried, and I saw her standing on the grass, her tiny broom held out towards Ron.

"Uh," Ron stuttered, and Ginny grinned smugly.

"Look who has to make a decision now." She said, and Harry grinned.

"Is it hard?" I asked, and Harry looked thoughtful for a second.

"For me no, so I don't really know what it's like from another perspective." He said, and Ginny poked him in the side.

"Modest, aren't you," she said, "For me no?"

Harry laughed, before stretching out his hand. A bigger broom soared into his hand, and he leapt upon it, making Ginny mutter, 'I've got a baby, Potter."

George cried out happily when he saw Harry up in the air, and also quickly acquired a broom.

Soon, most of the Weasley men were up in the air, much to Rose Weasley's horror.

"Hippo-cricket-owl!" She cried, and Hermione smiled.

"She says you're hypocritical, Ron," Yelled Ginny, and Ron grimaced.

"I'm sorry, Rosie," he said, "Wanna come on my broom?"

"Ron!" Hermione berated.

Rosie giggled and held her arms up to be received. Ron pulled her into his arms and flew back up into the air.

Harry and James were flying up and down, James giggling crazily as he swerved.

"Hermione," Ginny said, through gritted teeth, "Hold Lily, will you?"

"Ginny, I-" Hermione started, but before she could protest, she was holding Lily and Hugo, and Ginny was up in the air.

"Thanks, Hermione," Angelina said, depositing Roxy at Hermione's feet, and she too took to the air, quickly zooming off.

"I knew this would happen," Hermione muttered, placing Hugo on the ground, and taking out her wand.

A small crib appeared, and Hermione gently placed Lily down, the baby continuing to snooze happily as her mother, father and one of her brothers flew above her.

"Where's Mabel?" Robert asked, and I looked around. I spotted her at the end of the garden with Al, lifting rocks and sticks.

I pointed her out at Robert, and he smiled softly.

"At least Al doesn't want to be flying," he said.

"Al didn't inherit Harry's and Ginny's flair for flying," Hermione commented, "He'd rather have both feet on the ground."

"But 'e can fly if 'e want's to," Fleur said, "I've seen 'im at ze burrow."

"I never said he couldn't fly," Hermione said, "I said he'd just rather not."

"You British love to fly," Fleur said, "In France, we care more for ze ground sports."

"Can I go up there yet?" Liam asked from beside me, and I glanced at Robert.

"It's really safe?" Robert asked Hermione.

"It's safe to the point where if he falls, he won't be injured." Hermione said, "But you could always send him up with an adult."

"Who?"
"I can fly," My Mum said shakily, "I can take him up."

Hermione smiled.

"That's wonderful." She said, and my Mum beamed.

A broom soared from the shed again, and I was surprised to see my Mum had actually summoned it.

"Come on, Li," she said, taking Liam into her arms as she got onto the broomstick.

It was a strange sight, seeing my Mother and my child fly into the sky, held up only by a thin piece of wood.

"How did they tell you?" Hermione asked once Liam was high up in the air.

"By a big eruption of red sparks." Robert said bluntly, "I didn't believe it."

Hermione sighed, "And that was Harry, yes?"

We all nodded.

"He's been working so hard recently," Hermione said, "You should have seen him on Sunday. He looked like he was about to fall asleep over dinner."

"Well, we haven't actually met him when he wasn't working on this case," I reminded Hermione, "So we don't know what he's usually like."

"He's much more laid back," she said, "Gets more sleep, too. Ginny says he stays up late, working on reports."

"Oh."

"He'll spend more time with the rest of the family, too," Hermione continued, "He had to cancel on Ron on Tuesday, due to the case."

"When d'you think it'll be completely solved, then?" Robert asked, and Hermione looked unknowing.

"No one knows for sure but the Aurors," she said.

"The what?" I asked in confusion.

"Oh," Hermione said, "That's Harry's department."

"I thought he worked in the pol- oh," I said, realising that was only cover-up for the magical job Harry did.

"Well, the Auror department is kind of like the Police," Hermione explained, "Or maybe Scotland Yard."

"I see," I nodded, "But, how on earth does my friend – he works in the police – know about Harry? He's not a wizard, is he?"

"I'm unacquainted with him, but probably not." She said, "Lots of muggle police know Harry, but that's only because he's head of the department, and often has to work closely with the Metropolitan Police."

"So that's why Dillon didn't know anything about Harry," Robert said, "Because he's not a wizard?"
Hermione nodded.

We all watched the people in the sky for a bit, before Harry pulled himself to the ground, the others following suit.

"Liam!" James cried, scrambling off the broom, and having to be caught by Harry.

"Steady," Harry warned him, as James swayed.

"Liam!" James repeated, out of breath, "Wasn't that wicked!?"

Liam nodded from my Mum's arms; his hair windswept.

The sky was now almost black, and I noticed many of the adults had a tiny light on the end of their wands.

"I think we need to go," George said, Roxy's head dropping onto his shoulder, Fred yawning by his feet.

"Bye James," He said, "Bye Louis, bye Liam."

"I've lifted the charms, so you can leave here," Harry said, putting his wand back in his pocket.

George and Angelina nodded their appreciation and vanished. Right in front of me, this family just vanished. The only sound they made was a slight pop.

Robert and my Dad looked dumbstruck, and I realised that their faces must only reflect my own.

"Thanks, Potters," Bill smiled, placing a hand on each one of his daughter's heads, his wife by his side, "They'll sleep wonderfully tonight."

And with that, they were gone too, bar the pop.

"Thanks for explaining things, Hermione," I said, and Hermione smiled warmly.

"I remember what it was like to learn all these things, too," she said, much to my surprise, "I know it's a lot to take in."

"You're not a witch?" Robert asked, stunned.

"I'm a muggle-born witch," she said, "My parents are muggles, like you."

Appreciation for Hermione rose greatly.

"See you on Sunday, Harry, Ginny?" Ron asked, and they both nodded.

"Thanks for coming," Harry said, hugging Ron, "I'm sure the kids loved it."

"No problem," Ron grinned, Rose drifting off in his arms, "Be safe."

And then they left too, leaving us alone with the Potter's.

We headed back inside, calling Al and Mabel back, since they were still down at the end of the garden, sitting cross-legged, talking.

"So," Ginny said when we were all back inside, and the children were all dosing sleepily on the sofa, "That's most of my family."

"Who else didn't we meet?"

"My brothers Charlie and Percy, and my parents." Ginny said, "Charlie works with dragons in Romania, Percy's always busy, and my parents couldn't make it."
"I'm sorry, dragons?" I asked, stunned, horrified, I didn't know what I was feeling at the realisation that dragons existed.

"Uh, yes?" Ginny said, a bit uncomfortable, "Though usually they're only found near mountains, or on large areas of green."

"How big are they?" Robert asked, startled.

"They're invisible to you," Harry said calmly, "And in all my life as a wizard, I've only had 3 experiences with dragons, one of which was a baby."

"What about those other 2?"

"One was in controlled –" Ginny scoffed "- circumstances, the other was as a means of escape," Harry said, and I gaped at him.

"We've still got a lot to learn, eh?" I said nervously, and my Mum grinned.

"You have no idea, darling." She said, and I gave in and smiled back.

A sudden loud noise thundered through the room, and Harry and Ginny shared a look.

"That's the noise alerting us to movement at the gates," Ginny explained, "Are we expecting someone?"

"Yes," My mum breathed, and I remembered about Henry. I glanced at the clock and noticed he was running 2 hours late. Guiltily, I remembered I hadn't checked my phone for ages, either.

"It's probably Henry," I explained, and identical looks of realisation swept over their faces.

"I'll go open the gates," Harry said, and I stood up to accompany him to the door. Robert said he was going to wait up in our room. When I asked him why he said he'd rather not go through the magic reveal again. I grinned, and watched as he trundled up the stairs, and took the right turning to our room.

When Harry opened the door, and then the gate, I saw that it was, indeed, my brother.

His range rover barely fit inside the driveway of the Potter's given that there were now 7 cars in the driveway, including his: our two cars, Harry and Ginny's three, and my parents'.

He managed to squeeze in, the rump of the car just out of the way of the gates as he pulled the car to a stop.

"Never thought we'd have so many car's in here," Harry commented, and I suddenly noticed I was with him alone for the very first time.

"You probably never thought you'd have more than your three," I grinned, and Harry laughed.

"We're thinking of getting rid of the black car," he told me, "Now we don't live in London."

"Whereabouts did you live?" I asked curiously.

"Islington," Harry said, "I still own it, actually, but it currently it's empty."

"Why don't you sell it?"

Harry sighed, "It's one of the last things I have left from my Godfather. It holds memories, however dark they may be, they're still there."

"I'm sorry," I said, watching as Henry opened the car door.

"It's fine," Harry said, "Maybe I'll leave it under James' name for when he grows up."

Henry got out, and looked over at me and Harry, looking nervous.

His wife, Charlotte, and his daughters Orla and Abbie, following after him, carrying their bags, still dressed in their school uniform. Henry was rather well off and had decided to send his girls to a private school, due to their proximity to St John's College.

"Katie," Henry said, pulling me in for a hug, "What was that phone call about?"

"We'll explain everything inside," I told him, turning to embrace my sister in law, "This is your host."

"Harry Potter," Harry introduced, offering his hand.

"Henry Grey," My brother replied, "And I can't thank you enough for offering your home for us to stay. We couldn't be more grateful."

"It's no problem," Harry smiled, "As long as everyone is safe."

Henry smiled gratefully as Harry stepped aside to let them inside.

"Just leave your bags by the door," Harry said, "It'll be sorted out."

I distantly heard Orla whisper 'servants?' to Abbie, though I don't think anyone else heard. I assumed magic would direct the bags upstairs.

I began to feel slightly nervous as Harry led my brother and his family into the living room, where everyone else was waiting, anticipating another reveal of magic, only this time, I knew about the secret and would be the one to tell it.

"Mum, Dad," Henry said, striding over, and hugging them firmly, "Katie said you needed me here, Mum." He said, pain in his eyes.

I went over to sit next to Ginny, pulling Mabel onto my lap.

"Uncle Henry!" Liam said in surprise, "What are you doing here?"

"Grandma needed me," Henry said, turning around to beam at his only nephew, "How are you, LiLi?"

"Good!" Liam beamed, sliding off the sofa to hug his uncle.

James was looking nervous, and I noticed this wasn't an expression I saw on him frequently. It looked like him and Liam had switched roles. I was about to say something, before James suddenly grinned from ear to ear, and bounded to his feet.

"Hi, I'm James, nice to meet you," he said, holding out his hand to my brother, much like he did to my Dad earlier today.

Orla giggled.

James glanced over, grinning, before turning back towards Henry.

"Nice to meet you too," Henry replied, shaking James' little hand, "Aren't you a character."

James then turned to Charlotte and repeated his ritual. She was smiling at him as she shook his hand.

"He couldn't handle the attention not being on him," Ginny muttered from beside me, and I grinned, "He was just finding the courage to introduce himself."

"This is my uncle Henry," Liam said to James, who smiled.

"You have uncles too!" He said, "It would've been cool if my uncles had stayed."

"I only have one uncle," Liam said, "You've got lots."

James smiled proudly, "'n lots of cousins."

Liam glanced at Orla and Abbie, before pointing them out to James.

"That's Orla 'n Abbie, my cousins." He said, and the two girls smiled, waving at James.

"You have really big cousins," James commented, "Teddy's only eleven."

Liam shrugged.

"Orla 'n Abbie," giggled Mabel, and the two girls bent down to hug Mabel, who was running towards them.

"Hi Mabel," Abbie said, "You're so big now!"

"I'm fwee!" Mabel smiled.

"Henry," my Mum said, drawing my attention away from the girls, "You might want to sit down."

Henry ogled at our Mum, before sitting down in an empty chair, Charlotte sitting down next to him, eyeing Harry up and down.

Abbie looked up, noticing the tension that had arrived in the room, and poked Orla in the side. Orla turned to glare at her, before sensing it too.

Al's face suddenly appeared from behind the sofa, and I realised that he must have been so scared of the 4 new strangers that had arrived in the room.

"Al," Harry said quietly, seeing him too, "It's alright, c'mere."

Al looked back at Henry and Charlotte, before shaking his head. Harry sighed, and got up, pulling Al off the floor, and placing him on his hip. Al was shaking, and I felt a tinge of guilt that we hadn't warned Albus that there was going to be strangers coming over. It must have been so scary for him; 4 strangers bursting into his living room.

Harry sat down again, but being in his Dad's arms didn't stop the tears from falling. He started to cry, and Harry decided to take him out of the room.

My Mum was obviously finding this ordeal much more interesting than revealing to Henry her true self, for she followed Harry's movements, instead of talking to her son.

"Mum?" Henry said when Al could no longer take away her attention.

"I'm so sorry for not telling you sooner," she said, looking like she was about to cry herself.

"Mum," I said, "It's ok."

She smiled gratefully at me, before turning back to Henry.

"I'm a witch, Henry," she whispered, "I can do magic."

Henry blinked but didn't say anything.

"Henry," I said, "Say something."

"You knew, Katie?" Henry said, rounding on me, "What? Is this a joke?"

I shook my head.

"Where's Robert?" he asked, "I know he doesn't stand for nonsense."

"He's upstairs," I said, "He knows, and understands."

"Magic doesn't exist," Charlotte said hotly, "We would know about it."

"That's the thing," Harry said, appearing at the door, Al hiding behind his legs, "You wouldn't."

"Why not?" Henry asked, "Someway, somehow, we would know if magic existed."

Harry shook his head, walking back to the sofa, Al clambering onto his lap, his face determinedly only facing Ginny.

"Part of magic is keeping it secret," Harry explained, "We've got ways to conceal ourselves."

"Like Daddy's cloak!" James cried, leaping up, "Show them, Dad!"

"Not now, Jamie," Harry said, "Later, ok?"

James nodded, before letting out a huge yawn.

"What, and you're not going to show us any magic?" Henry asked.

"Only if you require it to believe," Harry said, and Henry narrowed his eyes.

"Go on then," Henry said, sitting back, arms folded.

The girls were looking and forth from their Dad and Harry, eyes wide.

"If you say so," Harry replied, taking out his wand, and making it shoot out purple sparks.

It was like we were replaying a moment. Henry and Charlotte screamed, shielding their faces as I shared a look with Ginny.

"Is that really what I looked like?" I asked her. She grinned.

"I didn't say I didn't feel about bad about it," she said, and I smiled.

"WHAT?" cried Henry, looking at Harry, bewildered.

"I wouldn't lie to you," My Mum told Henry, placing a hand on his shoulder, "But for so many years I did. I regret that so much." And that set her off. She was soon crying freely, and my Dad pulled her into a hug.

"You probably know someone magic," I told them, but they shook their heads, so I turned to the girls, "Any of your friends go to boarding school in Scotland when you finished school?"
Abbie's eyes widened.

"Yes," she whispered, "Toby Lance. I haven't heard anything about him since he left in year 6."

"He was probably a wizard, right?" I said, and Harry nodded.

"Probably," Harry said, "Though you can't be sure. I-"

"He used to say he could do magic," Abbie said, "We all made fun of him for it."

"Lance, Lance," Harry muttered, "I've heard of that name before. Any idea who his parents are?"

Abbie shrugged, "I don't remember him ever telling anyone."

"He's not a Quidditch player, is he, Gin?"

Ginny shook her head.

"You're thinking of Daniel Lancer." She said, and something in Harry clicked.

"No, there's a Charles Lance in the DMLE. He tracks magical-muggle traces." Harry said, "I don't know enough about him to know if he has a son, though."

"What is going on?" Charlotte said, "We turn up here, having pulled both girls out school at an urgent request from Katie, only to be told that magic exists and that Anna's a witch! Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?"

"Yes," a voice said from the doorway, and we turned to see Robert standing in the doorway, "Hi Henry."

He came to sit beside me, before turning back to Henry and Charlotte.

"Remember that we were only told at 2 this afternoon, having been told so many lies."

"Robert," I said despairingly, "We've been through this. Please?"

Robert ignored me, and look steadfastly at Henry.

"It came as a shock, yes, and did I believe it? No! Of course I didn't believe that magic exists, and that my son's best friend can lift objects, and fly on brooms." Robert said, "But sometimes you can't dodge the truth. At the end of the day, you can either believe, or you can pretend."

Henry looked at Charlotte, who was looking at Ginny curiously.

"I've seen you somewhere before," She said, and Ginny blinked, "What did you say your name was?"

"Ginny," she said, "Ginny Potter. Should I know you?"

"I-" Charlotte started, "And you're a witch too?"

Ginny nodded.

"Oh, well," Charlotte stuttered, "I don't know why I recognise you. Sorry."

"Mum, I'm tired," James yawned, "How long you gonna talk for?"
"We've finished," Robert said, and James grinned.

Harry smiled, and stood up, Albus still perched in his arms, his face buried in Harry's shoulder.

"We shouldn't have kept you kids up," I said, "Sorry."

"I suppose you'd like to see where you're staying?" Harry asked, and my brother nodded, along with his daughters.

I was interested too, so I followed Harry up the stairs. I could see Al's eyes peeping up over Harry, and I smiled. He waved a little, before hiding his face again.

We turned the right that led to our room, and my parents', and Harry pointed to two rooms opposite.

"You can either bunk all together, or take those two rooms," He offered, and the girls instantly said that they'd prefer their own room.

"That's fine," Harry smiled, "You're stuff's all in the left room."

The girls ran into the room and gathered all their things before switching to the second room. I could hear them discussing everything they had just witnessed before Henry quietly shut the door.

"Thank you," he said, looking at Harry honestly, "Maybe a good night's sleep with set me straight."

Harry nodded, placing Al on the ground.

"He looks one hell of a lot like you," Henry commented, smiling, "What's your name, buddy?"

Al's eyes widened, and he instantly started groping for Harry to pick him again, whimpering.

Harry complied, though making sure Al's face was still visible to Henry, "This is Al, and he's currently extremely tired."

Al stopped wriggling and turned to glare at his Dad.

"Not sleepy," he said, "Not tired."

Suddenly, Ginny appeared at the top of the stairs, everyone else in the living room arriving behind her. Charlotte went to greet Henry again, and he pointed to their room. They both went into the room, thanking the Potter's yet again, before shutting the door to their room.

"I feel like I own a hotel," Ginny grinned, setting me off too.

"I'd like to be the first to say that I very much like your hotel," I smiled, making Harry laugh.

"Anna, Howard, you're set up next to Katie and Robert," Ginny said, and they thanked her as they trundled off, wishing everyone a goodnight as they shut the door.

"Can Liam sleep in my room?" James asked, but Harry shook his head.

"Neither of you would get any sleep," he said, making James frown, "Maybe tomorrow. It's Friday, then."

James nodded, albeit begrudgingly, and trotted off into his room, wishing Liam a 'good sleep'.

"Night," Liam called, "See you in the mornin'!"

"We'd best be off to bed, too," I told Harry and Ginny "Otherwise Mabel nor Liam will settle."

I turned to the Potters.

"Thank you, so so much," I said earnestly, "We appreciate it so much."

Harry and Ginny smiled.

"It's the least we can do," Harry said, "I've requested 8 wizards from the magical repair team to come and fix your house tomorrow morning. Hopefully, you can move back in tomorrow evening."

"Really?" I asked, and Harry nodded, "Is there a price on that sort of thing?"
Harry gave a flippant wave of the hand, "That's on me."

Robert opened his mouth to protest, but Harry stopped him.

"Honestly, it's fine. You've already had enough to deal with without having to deal with Wizarding money and contacting wizards. I swear, it's not a problem."

"But stuff like that must cost a fortune!" Robert said, astounded.

"That's not a problem either," Harry mumbled, his cheeks a hint pink, "Don't worry about it."
"Gee, thanks," Robert said, "Tomorrow afternoon you say?"

Harry nodded, "Most likely," he said, "If not, definitely by Saturday. It depends how long it takes to set the charms."

"You hear that, Li?" Robert said, "We can go home!"

"Real home?!"

I nodded, and he beamed, before letting out the biggest yawn.

"Yes, you're definitely tired," I grinned, "Well, goodnight all! See you tomorrow morning!"

I suddenly felt a lot lighter, like a huge weight had been lifted off me, as I entered the room, and collapsed onto the bed, smiling hugely.

Everything was going to be solved, tomorrow.