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A/N: Thanks so much to everyone for the overwhelming response that I got from the last chapter. As a special thank-you, I updated sooner than I normally do. Enjoy! :)
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Chapter Fifty-Two
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"Are you sure you're alright?" Lily asked Mrs. Weasley again as she put a damp cloth onto her forehead. Mrs. Weasley looked flushed as she sat back in the lumpy couch as Ginny took to fanning her mother with the first flat, solid thing that she could find which was a dinner plate.
Mrs. Weasley nodded, but for once allowed someone else to take care of her. "Yes, yes, I'm fine. Really. Just entirely confused and in a state of shock, is all."
Ron snorted. "That's all, huh?"
Mrs. Weasley shot him a look, and Ron quickly clamped up.
"Your reaction is entirely understandable," His mum reassured. "In fact, I would go beyond that and say that you are taking this far better than Remus had when he found out. He had threatened us at wand-point…"
James started laughing at that, as he punched Remus' shoulder jovially. "That's just the werewolf side of him, is all. It was all rather exciting now that I look back, though. But I still think that I could've taken him when it came down to it."
Harry and Ron both snickered at the embarrassed look Remus had donned as well as at James, himself. Lily rolled her eyes dramatically at her husband before she turned her concerned eyes back to Mrs. Weasley. "I suppose an explanation would be welcome at this point?"
Mrs. Weasley nodded eagerly, looking noticeably better than she had been a moment before. "Oh, yes. I must say that this is all rather fascinating. It feels almost as though I am getting a visit from the past. The two of you haven't aged at all."
"You knew my mum and dad before?" Harry asked, intrigued, but also wondering at why Mr. and Mrs. Weasley hadn't mentioned it before.
"Not well," Mrs. Weasley confided. "They came to the Burrow only once before for an Order meeting. Arthur and I weren't members, you see, because of the fact that we had young kids on our plate. But we still hosted and did our part behind the scenes. We didn't say much to one another because the whole order was here that night."
"That was before we went into hiding with you…" His dad said, looking at Harry with unseeing eyes as he remembered with unsettling memory.
Harry's eyes widened in understanding as it just suddenly hit him. He had never fully grasped at the idea of what his parents had to go through. Learning that their infant son was targeted to die because of some stupid prophecy before making a mad dash to go into hiding… thinking that they could trust all of the people closest to them, only to be betrayed in the end.
"Harry, dear?"
Harry was snapped out of his thoughts to see everyone looking at him expectantly. He hadn't realized that his mind had wandered. "Yes, mum?"
"Did you want to explain to Mrs. Weasley? Or did you want your dad and me to?"
Harry opened his mouth to respond but was interrupted by his dad before he could get a word out.
"Oh! Let me tell it!" James said as he strode forward with purpose until he sat on top of a wooden ottoman right in front of Mrs. Weasley. They all stared at him as he cleared his throat dramatically and straightened his robes. "Now, then… Where to start, where to start…"
Lily snorted, amused, as she rolled her eyes as her husband. "Perhaps the beginning, dear?"
But his dad didn't take the jibe personally. Instead, he beamed at Lily and nodded quite enthusiastically. "Brilliant idea, Lily Love! Right… so the beginning…"
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"Alright, Harry… This will be our little secret, alright? No telling mummy…" James whispered secretively to his one-year-old son.
Harry giggled delightfully, as he clapped his hands together. "Da!"
James' eyes widened at Harry's loud exclamation. "Shh, Harry, Shh! We've got to be quiet so that mummy won't hear…!"
"Won't hear what, exactly, James?" James stiffened and cringed at the sound of his wife's voice coming from the open doorway, before he quickly turned on his heel to face her, both of his hands hiding the object behind his back.
"N-Nothing, Love. Just trying to get Harry here to finally say, 'Mum,' is all. We wanted to surprise you." For some reason, Harry was entirely stubborn in saying 'Mum' for the first time, no matter how much Lily begged him to. Whenever she asked him to say it, Harry would giggle outrageously and mischievously refuse to say it. The little rascal.
Either way, it was a terrible lie, and James knew it. He'd been caught with his hand deep within the candy cauldron…
Lily's face echoed his internal sentiments exactly, as she crossed her arms and raised a single, disbelieving eyebrow at him. "Hmm… I see. And what is behind your back, James?"
James winced. He had hoped that she wouldn't notice both of his hands behind his back, but then, nothing got past his Lily Love.
It was at that moment where Harry must have finally noticed that his mum was in the room, not paying him any attention. He held his arms up, reaching for her from where he sat on the floor, silently indicating that he wanted to be picked up.
"It's nothing, Love. Nothing…" James said as he tried to backtrack.
Both eyebrows rose this time and her lips pursed. James could honestly say that he was genuinely terrified. It was a rare occurrence for him to end up on the wrong end of her wand, but whenever he did...
James shuddered.
Harry let out a whine of complaint when his mum still didn't notice his desire to be held.
"Nothing, you say?" Lily mused. James gulped.
When suddenly, her wand was out and in her hand. James honestly had no idea where she got it from. It was in her hand so quickly.
"Accio object behind James' back!" Lily cried.
And before James could tighten his grasp on the object, it was out of his hands and zooming across the room into Lily's awaiting hands.
Lily stared down at the long handle that she was holding with momentary surprise before righteous anger started reddening her cheeks. "James!"
"Come on, Lily!" James started, immediately trying to make peace. "He's bound to be a natural born Quidditch player! Nothing wrong with practicing!"
Lily's fists tightened around the child's broom that Sirius had gifted Harry for his first birthday, the redness from her face spreading to his ears. "For the last time, James! He's too young! It's too dangerous for him!"
An even longer whine came out of Harry, and his reaching arms became more insistent with want as he reached for his mother.
"But he loved it when he tried it at his birthday party!" James reminded her as he argued back passionately. "And it's rude never to use a present that someone has given. Imagine, the next time that I see Sirius, and he asks me how Harry is taking to the broom? What am I supposed to tell him, hmm? You suppose that I just sit there like a bumbling dolt?"
Lily rolled her eyes as she threw her arms up in exasperation. "Sirius never should have gotten a one-year-old a broom in the first place!"
"A child's broom!" James interjected, correcting her. "What's the harm? It can only hover a foot above the ground!"
Lily dropped the broom to the ground as she stomped closer to her husband, getting quite close to him as she glared up at him. James was sure that she wished that she were taller in moments such as these.
At the closer proximity of his mum, Harry let out an extended whine.
"That's not the point. And neither is your fear of offending Sirius! You just want Harry to become some big, grand Quidditch star just like you! Well, news flash, James. Not everything revolves around Quidditch!"
James staggered back with a great gasp, putting a hand up to clutch at his heart. He looked at her as though she had slapped him. "Take it back, Lils… Take it back!"
Lily's gaze looked self-satisfied. "I most certainly will not. And furthermore, I-"
"MUM!"
Both James and Lily froze. Before both gazes snapped to their son on the floor, reaching up towards Lily in desperation.
"Did-" James began.
"Did he just say…" Lily gasped out in wide-eyed shock.
Harry let out another spectacular whine, as his little hands stretched with intensity. "MUM…!"
They both gasped gleefully, and Lily swooped down to scoop Harry up in her arms.
"He said it!" James exclaimed excitedly, both of his arms going around his wife and son.
"You actually said it!" Lily cried out in triumph as she clutched Harry tight to her chest. "You said 'mum'!"
The pure happiness on his wife's face caused James' heart to stagger once before it started to beat twice as fast. She had never looked more beautiful at that moment, holding their only son in her arms.
Harry giggled out at the exclamations and attention that both of his parents were giving him and repeated the word that had bestowed him the attention in the first place. "Mum!"
Lily laughed as she broke away from James' grasp and twirled both her and Harry around in a circle. Harry laughed outrageously, immediately repeating, "Mum!", over and over and over again.
James smiled fondly as he watched them. His family. The two loves of his life. It was moments like these that made the months in hiding well worth it.
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It was hours later, when they were putting Harry to bed in his crib, Harry was still exclaiming, 'Mum,' to get the attention that he learned was associated with saying the word.
Lily would beam every time that he said it and would proceed to attack their son with kisses all over his little face. Harry would practically scream with laughter.
"Mum!" Harry said again as Lily placed a tiny, stuffed stag in the crib with him. Lily smiled as James waved his wand at the mobile above the bed, magically causing the stars and animals to become animated as they moved with a calm melody.
"Yes, Harry. Mum," Lily said, lovingly, as she ran her hand over his forehead, brushing his hair out of his face. "But it's time for you to go to sleep."
"Mum!" Harry said again as he expected the attack of kisses that came with saying the word. But Lily smiled and merely gave a single, gentle kiss on his forehead.
"Goodnight, Harry, and Happy Halloween."
She stepped back for James as he kissed Harry goodnight as well. But before James pulled away, he whispered to his son, "We'll try to convince her to let us try to broom again, tomorrow."
James kissed his little nose before he pulled back and winked at his son, his hand tickling his little stomach briefly before pulling away. Harry giggled at the tickling sensation.
"We love you, Harry," James said, as both he and Lily walked towards the door, turning off the light and closing the door slightly until just a small crack of light from the hallway streamed into the room.
A brief whine resounded from within the room, but it was a regular occurrence that happened every bedtime. Both James and Lily had learned that if they just ignored the whining, that eventually Harry would get tuckered out and go to sleep. He usually slept through the night.
James and Lily walked down the stairs, Lily made her way to the couch and pointed her wand at the fireplace, casting a spell that caused flames to roar to life and creating a warm glow. While James made his way to the kitchen, grabbing two wine glasses and a bottle of mead from the pantry.
When he returned, he sat down next to his Lily Love and first poured her a glass and handed it to her - which she took gratefully - before he poured himself one.
He settled back into the comfy couch and reached for Lily's legs, pulling her feet up until they were settled on his lap. He immediately set to work on rubbing her calves and ankles.
Lily groaned at the shivering feeling and James couldn't help but smirk mischievously at her. Perhaps they could move this up to the bedroom sooner rather than later… Which was a far cry from where James had initially thought that he was going to end up tonight after he had been caught with trying to get Harry on a broom earlier. He was sure that he would end up sleeping on the couch after that stunt.
Thank Merlin Harry decided to get over his stubbornness and say 'Mum' for the first time. It seemed to have saved James from the dog house.
"I still can't believe that he finally said it!" Lily said with a wide grin on her lips.
James chuckled as he worked out a tense muscle she had on her calve. "We both know that he could say it. He just didn't want to. I think that he liked to hear you beg him to say it. Found it hilarious."
Lily frowned and sputtered at that. "Oh yes… hilarious. It's not as though I birthed him, feed him and take care of him every day. And the only thing that I ask in return was for him to say one little word… but he refused because he found it was funny not to."
James laughed heartily at the sourness in her voice. "Well, he's saying it now, isn't he? We just had to give him reason to. Plus, I think that he realized that he likes the attention that he gets by saying it more than how funny he thought it was by not saying it. Smart lad, he is, comparing the benefits."
Lily smiled fondly. "That he is… smart. And by all the accidental magic he's had, he's bound to be powerful, too."
James snorted, reached over to pinch her big toe beneath her wooly sock. "You mean accidental magic tantrums?"
Giving him a level stare, Lily replied defensively, "He's only one, you know. There's bound to be tantrums."
James nodded in agreement and responded in a teasing voice, "Yes, but no parent ever expects tantrums to end up with objects magically thrown across the room…"
Lily couldn't help but chuckle at that, probably remembering the same incident that James was at the moment. "That's true. But we've managed, haven't we?"
His smile softened as James nodded. "That we have…"
They stared into each other's eyes for a long moment, and after a while, James' eyes began to smolder with desire… Lily's eyes were equally matching the heat within them.
James put his wine glass onto the table, his eyes never leaving hers. Not even for a second. He reached forward and grabbed her drink from her hands and set it down as well.
Then, he crawled forward until he was hovering right above her.
Lily looked up at him with unbridled lust. A look that fifteen-year-old James had thought he would never see, least of all directed at him, but still a look his younger counterpart would have fought to have one glance of.
Now, she gave it to him freely as well as frequently. And what James meant by 'frequently,' he meant multiple times a day…
But they usually had to wait until nighttime to finally give in to their desires, because of Harry. Still, that didn't stop the lingering looks, the prolonged touches, the surprise pinching of each other's arses… It nearly drove them both mad.
But that didn't matter to James. The wait made it all the more exciting.
"I love you, Lily," James whispered as his hand came up to frame her cheek.
The lust in her eyes turned tender as her hand covered his. "I love you too, James."
Even after one year of dating, three years of marriage and one child later, James still basked in the feeling of hearing her say those exact words directed at him.
James didn't waste any more time. He closed the distance between their bodies, laying on top of her, as his lips devoured hers. Lily responded with just as much enthusiasm, matching his passion equally.
James groaned at the feeling of her soft lips. Her wandering tongue. The way that her legs opened to allow him room to settle in the space between.
James' lips wandered down to her collarbone, to allow Lily a moment to breathe. Where she let out a particularly prolonged gasp as James' teeth nipped at the skin. "James!"
Her hands went down to the bottom of his long-sleeve shirt, trying to pull it up with a certain amount of desperation. James pulled back to help her get off the suddenly offensive clothing. And as soon as he was free of it, he was just as suddenly on top of her again; his lips firmly coaxing hers back to life.
And just as he moved his hands up to the buttons on her just as offensive blouse, a loud cry resounded from upstairs.
Both parents froze at the cries of their son… before Lily let out a sigh. James couldn't help but sigh, as well. Harry was usually so good about sleeping through the night...
"I'll go check on him," Lily said as James reluctantly got off of her.
James nodded as he reached for his discarded shirt. Lily got up and headed for the stairs. "Yeah, alright. But I expect these 'activities' to resume once we have our son properly asleep in bed, Mrs. Potter…"
Lily paused just before the bottom step and turned back to her husband to give a saucy wink. "You aren't hearing any complaints from me, Mr. Potter."
James couldn't help but grin widely at the air of promise in her voice. His trousers may have gotten just a tad bit tighter as the words registered with him.
She turned up the stairs, and James sorted out his now-wrinkled shirt before he pulled it over his head again. It was a shame that he was putting on clothes when he so desperately wanted all of them off right now, but he figured it would be fun to take them off, yet again. Perhaps, he would get to see if he had perfected his skill in unbuttoning Lily's blouse with his teeth…
A randy smirk came to his lips as he thought on the idea.
The creak of footsteps on the stairs resounded in the room just then, and James grinned while he spoke without turning around. "Back so soon, love? Couldn't resist me for long, could you?"
"Not exactly…"
James turned his head as she rounded the corner of the couch, Harry wrapped in her arms. At the sight of Harry, James frowned. Left-over tears were still running down his cheeks, and a panicked look haunted his small face.
"What's happened?" James asked immediately, completely disconcerted at the look pure terror on his son's face.
Lily sat down, close to James, with Harry on her lap, his tiny form positively shivering. "I think that he had a nightmare…"
Her voice was concerned, and James' face softened as he looked down at Harry. "Oh no, really?"
At the sight of his father's attention on him, Harry wiggled in his mother's arms and reached his short hands out for his father. James reached out for him, and Lily willingly let Harry go to James' lap. "Well, we can't have that, can we?"
James reached into his pocket for his wand, only to realize that he didn't have it on him. He must have forgotten it upstairs when he had cast the spell on Harry's mobile.
He looked over at Lily. "Lily, can I borrow your wand?"
Lily nodded and handed it over to him. James grinned in thanks before he pointed the wand up in the air and cast a simple spell that his own father used to do for him.
A spectrum of different coloured bubbles burst forth from the tip of Lily's wand, and Harry's eyes widened as he gasped.
It only took a mere moment for the fear to disappear entirely and for absolute delight to take over immediately. Harry's little hands came up to try and pop as many bubbles as he could. James and Lily both laughed as Harry giggled mercilessly.
The laughter, as well as everything good in James' world, was cut off by the resounding crash of the front door being slammed open.
The lights in the house went out instantly, and a violent wind blew open all of the windows.
James' head snapped to the source at the doorway, only to find the one man he had hoped he would never have to see again…
Voldemort stood in the open doorway of their home.
No… No! It can't be…! He can't possibly be here!
But somehow, he was.
"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off -" James shoved both Harry and Lily's wand into her open arms. Pushing her up off of the couch, she suddenly got control over her frozen limbs as she ran towards to stairs.
He turned to face Voldemort head on, stepping directly between him and the stairway. He watched as Voldemort watched his wife and son flee for their lives… He watched them go with amusement.
Disgust riled up from James' stomach.
"You won't get to them," James promised the monster in front of him. The red eyes snapped to meet his. This bile of filth wanted to kill a child. That wanted to kill his child.
"They've probably already apparated far away from here. You'll never find them."
It was all that James could hope for, that they somehow got away. It was too late for him… James knew that he was about to die; that he was facing his soon-to-be murderer.
But James didn't matter. All that mattered was that his Lily Love and his baby boy lived.
Voldemort smiled vilely at him. "I believe that you are mistaken, Mr. Potter… The anti-apparition wards were set before I even entered this home."
The colour, as well as the last shred of hope that he had drained from his face. "No…!"
Voldemort gazed at him disapprovingly, somehow able to look at James with a level of disgust that should've been directed at himself. "How pitiful the Nobel House of Potter has become… Despite what you may think, I shudder to end the life of such pure, magical blood. If you stand aside, I shall spare the lives of you and your mudblood wife."
Bile rose to his mouth. James spit it out at the ground near Voldemort's feet. "I'll never let you lay a hand on him! I don't care what you do to me, but I will die to ensure that you never touch my baby boy!"
Voldemort's red eyes narrowed to little slits, reminding James of the snake that he was.
James stood his ground, his hand twitching for the wand that he did not have on him. His only hope now was that he had bought enough time for Lily to realize that she couldn't apparate and escape from a window with Harry upstairs.
"So you desire death, then…" Voldemort stated, coldly. "Then death is what you shall receive."
James didn't close his eyes. He kept them open. Defiant until the very end as he heard Voldemort cast that fateful spell; the green light was on him in a second.
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"Afterwards, I found myself watching everything play out from above," His dad continued gravely.
The room was utterly silent as they continued to listen to James Potter recount the tale of his death. His mum had silent tears streaming down her face as she leaned forward and held James' hand. While Harry seemed to be trapped in a complete state of shock.
"I had never felt so helpless in all my life. Because in the end, my sacrifice did nothing. It didn't save Lily or even Harry…" James then smiled up at his wife as he brought their connected hands up to his lips and kissed the back of hers. "It was my Lily Love that saved him. To watch her die had given me the greatest heartbreak of my short life. But to see Harry live…"
James looked over at him and smiled fondly. Proudly. "It gave me my greatest hope."
A thick lump formed in the back of Harry's throat, which he attempted to swallow painfully. The pride that he saw within his father's gaze seemed almost undeserved; but still, something that Harry would always desperately crave and desire for countless years to come.
James fell into silence then as his mind fell into the memory. The ticking of the clock in the Weasley's kitchen was the only sound that could be heard.
Until, finally, James cleared his throat, and a shift in the mood was felt in the air. "That being said, Lily and I ended up in some sort of Limbo, I reckon. There weren't many other spirits there… but we found that we all had one thing in common..."
James trailed off as he looked over at Lily.
"Unfinished business…" Lily finished for him.
Harry gasped, and all looked over at him. "Is that why the stone worked the way that it did?"
James and Lily looked over at one another for confirmation.
"We think so…" James concluded somewhat uncertainty. "We think that it's the reason why we weren't so miserable when you brought us forth from the stone, like it was described in the 'Beetle the Bard.' Because we technically never passed on fully. We were stuck in the middle."
"Which is why Sirius was with you…" Ron piped up, and Harry was rather frazzled to hear him as he had forgotten that the rest of the Weasleys and Remus were there. "His unfinished business was that he never got to clear his name."
"Not to mention Scabbers…" Ginny muttered as she crossed her arms. Harry reached over to grab her hand, for some reason needing her touch at that moment. Ginny loosened her arms across her chest and flashed him a fleeting smile.
Remus let out a noise of disgust at the mention of the rat.
"That's true…" James mused. "Which is why we are all grateful that we have a second chance to right the wrongs, so to speak."
"Speaking of second chances…" Mrs. Weasley interjected, clearing her throat purposefully as she fanned herself with the plate that Ginny had set down. "You never said how you managed to get a second chance."
Both James and Lily beamed at the question, and James replied, pridefully, "It was Harry, of course!"
Harry felt his entire face redden as all eyes turned to look at him.
"You see, Dumbledore gave him the Resurrection Stone. Yes, one of the Deathly Hallows, though I'm not sure why he gave it…"
Harry cleared his throat, his face still blazing. "I think that he gave it as some sort of apology for leaving me with the Dursleys…"
Lily huffed haughtily as James' eyes hardened. "Oh. That makes sense."
"W-W-W-Wait!" Mrs. Weasley interjected as she looked back and forth between all three Potters in the room. "Y-You mean to tell me that the Deathly Hallows are, not only real, but Harry is in possession of one?!"
Ron nodded at his mum eagerly. "Yeah, isn't is bloody wicked, mum?!"
Mrs. Weasley gave a pointed look at her youngest son. "Language, Ronald."
"Anyways," James interjected before an argument could break out. "Harry took the stone and-"
His dad went on to continue telling the tale. Well, it was more like bragging about Harry than anything else, which had Harry's face flaming as he shifted side-to-side uncomfortably. He honestly didn't deserve any of the praise. It was Dumbledore who had given him the Resurrection Stone. It was Ginny that came up with the idea of actually resurrecting his parents and Sirius. And it was Dumbledore again who gave him all of the Deathly Hallows and instructed him on exactly what to do.
To be honest, Harry hadn't really done anything. He was just… there.
Ginny must have sensed his discomfort as he suddenly felt her squeeze on the hand that was clasped with hers. Harry looked up to meet her gaze. Harry wasn't entirely sure how to interpret her gaze. All that he knew was that her one look made him feel marginally better. That he was actually worth something.
After James had finished recounting his tale, Harry ended up having to take off his winter cloak, as Mrs. Weasley had invited them to stay for tea, as she said that she would enjoy more company since Mr. Weasley was working late. But before she went to put on the pot, she came up to Harry and swept him into a tight hug, tears of happiness leaking from her eyes. "Harry… you have no idea how much this warms my heart. I'm happy for you."
She then pulled away and pulled out a handkerchief, batting at the tears still in her eyes.
"Thanks, Mrs. Weasley," Harry said, quietly. She nodded once at him and walked away towards the kitchen. Everyone followed as Harry linked his arm together with Ginny.
He caught his mum smiling at their physical connection as Harry flushed.
They all talked about lighter subjects after that. They sipped their hot drinks while Mrs. Weasley and his mum exchanged recipes and home remedies. While his dad, Remus, Ron, Ginny, and Harry argued passionately over Quidditch.
"What do you mean you're a Holyhead Harpies fan?!" Ron yelled at Harry. "Since bloody when?!"
"Language!" Mrs. Weasley interjected.
Remus chuckled as he took a sip of his tea. "Well, Ron, is Harry a bloke or not?"
Ron looked over at Remus, confused. His dad laughed at the look on his best mate's face.
Ginny sighed as she stirred her spoon rhythmically in her cup. "Ron… The Holyhead Harpies is an all-women's team…"
Ron's face flushed as he realized why everyone was currently snickering at him. "O-Oh. I forgot."
Harry couldn't help but chuckle as well as he reached over for Ginny's hand under the table, threading their fingers together.
"To be fair, that's not really the reason," Harry admitted as Ginny looked over at him curiously. "I actually only started liking them because Ginny was such a huge fan of them. I thought that it could be something that we could bond over, you know? But the more that I looked into them, the more I realized how bloody good they are!"
"Language!" Lily interrupted as Mrs. Weasley looked on at his mum with approval. It seemed as though Mrs. Weasley felt that she finally had an ally.
Harry flushed under the reprimand as James and Remus both laughed at the look on his face.
"So…" Ginny interjected, talking over the laughter until it died down. "You don't just like the Holyheads because you like to watch grown women play Quidditch?"
If possible, Harry flushed even further. For some reason, her question sounded like it was a trap. Harry wasn't sure how he wanted to answer.
Ginny raised both eyebrows at him as she waited. Even his mum and Mrs. Weasley stopped talking as they waited for his answer.
"No," Harry said finally, deciding that being honest was better than anything. "I like them because it was something that you are interested in. And I wanted to get to know more about your interests."
Ginny's steady gaze lit up as she looked at him with approval. Harry had to let out a breath of relief, as he realized that he had answered correctly.
It was then that the clock chimed once again, signifying the late hour. Remus sighed regretfully, "We best be going. Sirius is probably wondering where we are. I'm surprised that he hasn't sent a Patronus, yet, to be honest…"
Harry's shoulders slumped in disappointment. To be honest, he liked having both his parents and the Weasley's together and he wished that they were all spending the Christmas Hols together; as one, big, extended family.
And it seemed that he wasn't the only one who felt this way…
"Perhaps," His mum interjected as Harry, Remus and James all stood from their seats to prepare to leave. "If it's not too much of a bother for you, that is… Would you like to spend a few days through Christmas with us at Potter Manor?"
Harry gasped. Not being able to believe his ears.
Mrs. Weasley looked at Lily, quite surprised by the invitation, as well. His mum bit her lip, uncertain. "It's just that, you've done so much for Harry over the years and James and I are so grateful for the love and care that you've shown him. A-And I would also appreciate some help cooking the Christmas feast… you see, I'm not all that good. And-And…"
"The more company, the merrier!" His dad interjected, smiling wide at the idea.
Mrs. Weasley stared wide-eyed at the young woman sitting in front of her before her eyes softened. "I think that sounds like a splendid idea."
Harry, Ron, and Ginny let out cheers of delight at the confirmation.
Harry couldn't help but beam as he looked over at Ginny as he pulled her close and hugged her with triumph. But as he felt her so close, he stiffened as the implications of what this could mean began to form in his mind…
He pulled back from the hug and Ginny ran away from him to hug her mum in thanks for agreeing to the idea. Harry watched as she laughed and smiled wide as she talked over plans with his mum… All the while, ideas burst through his brain that shot all the way down to his dick…
Perhaps he and Ginny wouldn't have to wait so long to explore the new aspects to their relationship after all… Harry had his own room at Potter Manor, and all he would have to do was have Ginny sneak in after everyone else was asleep.
Excitement burst through his chest as he beamed. This was sure to be his best Christmas yet.
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A/N: Thanks again for such an amazing response. Next chapter, I promise I'll have some more of Harry and Ginny… as if you couldn't already tell by that implication at the end… *wink wink* ;)
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