Before Harry and Percy left for work at 10, four more owls had arrived announcing Fred, Lily, James, and Tonks return over the next two days. The work day lasted forever. All anyone wanted to talk about was the excitement of the announcement, and how well they were doing. Instead all upper level ministry officials were put into meetings to discuss safety, the economy, and how important a friendly and honest ministry appearance was. The 45-minute meetings felt like two hours, and the two-hour long meetings seemed to take weeks.

Every time Harry passed Percy in the hallway, they gave each other exasperated smiles. No one wanted to work today, but everyone was willing to because their family members weren't home yet. While the heads bustled around press conference and logistical meetings, they all congratulated the real heroes of the day. The clerks which sorted the incoming requests, especially those from friends rather than family. This job gave a team of thirty clerks more praise and visibility than they had seen in much of their lives, and they weren't aware that they would be doing it until they were being handed request forms.

One clerk had stumbled over his sentence several times upon seeing Harry Potter personally thank him for signing of on Sirius Black's arrival at his house two days from now. It was a weird day for everyone.

Getting home late that night, Harry was met with the entire Weasley family, the Longbottoms, the Lovegoods, and Kingsley himself. They were in the backyard having a bonfire, as the living room would not fit half of them on seats. Teddy was sleeping on Ginny's pregnant belly with a small blanket over himself. Molly and Andromeda were sipping wine glasses as they talked and cried near the fire. Four-year-old Victoire was running her one-year old sister Dominique around to catch fireflies, and Bill and George were watching them. Everyone was conversing loudly, and Harry caught Neville with his parents, wrapped up in a story that Hermione seemed to keep correcting him about.

"He did just as much as us, he just did it in the broad daylight of death eaters!" Harry heard Hermione exclaim. He pulled up a chair and joined the two in talking to Alice and Frank.

Harry and Ginny were some of the first to go to bed that night. A lot of the Weasley's stayed later, using the backyard of the house which Harry had locked behind him. He had to work the next day, and she had a baby on the way. Laying in bed, however, neither could fall asleep.

"I just can't believe it," Ginny whispered, "What on earth did we do to deserve this."

Harry didn't respond for a few minutes, leading Ginny to continue.

"Harry," Her whisper grew softer, "You don't know what did this did you? I know that officially it's a mystery, but do you know?"

The room was quiet again as Harry contemplated the third lightning bolt scar that his wife had yet to see. Like his first and second deaths, there had been no repercussions except a scar. His second scar was over his heart, a frightening place, but it had yet to be noticed by the public. The third scar was directly over his belly button. It could stay hidden from most, but when life grew normal again, Ginny would notice that Harry had been changing in the bathroom. Even if this didn't happen, Ginny would notice if he never let her see him shirtless again.

"I know." He whispered. Harry had asked Kingsley for a private meeting as soon as he could. "And by order of the minister of magic I am allowed to tell you, and my doctor."

"What?!" Ginny sat up straighter, her voice louder. "Why does your doctor need to know?"

Harry took a deep breath and sat up with her. "Because he's the only other person who will see an uncovered, uncharmed image of my torso." Harry's voice was soft, "Our kids aren't allowed to know Ginny, Teddy neither."

"What happened?" The shock in her face reminded Harry of when she read the paper that morning, except now there was fear in her eyes.

"Augustus Rockwood, one of Riddle's original cronies, shot me with the killing curse," Harry paused as Ginny let out a small gasp, "I talked to Dumbledore again," A tear welled in his eye, "And then I got us home as fast as possible so that I could talk to Kingsley and McGonagall."

"Harry you died?" Ginny let herself fall back onto her pillows, "Again?"

He nodded.

"Why?" the shock still coursed through her.

"Because we were under attack, and we weren't prepared." He answered calmly. "If it means anything, Augustus died."

"But so, did you," She whispered.

"Yeah," Harry sighed.

The room was quiet again. It stayed quiet for a while.

"Harry your parents are going to be here tomorrow, and every day after that!" Ginny whispered. "I don't know how to be upset, I don't know how to be sad about this because you're here and you're going to be okay. I don't want to be happy about this, but I don't know what else to feel."

"I'm happy too Gin'," He let out a breath. "I've just been avoiding thinking about it. I can't think about it."

"What do you mean? Harry they're alive! You've seen them for God sake!"

"And when I saw them nothing else mattered. When I saw them, all logic went to hell, and I couldn't speak and I was functionally useless for about half an hour." he sighed, "I know that they're alive, but the force of emotion is just as much as their death, and I can't deal with that while I'm working."

Ginny relaxed into him. "That's fair, it's a lot to process. Andromeda nearly fell, Mom broke down at the thought of Fabian and Gideon babysitting again."

Harry let out a laugh, "She wants her brothers to babysit for her?"

She probably thinks she wants them to babysit for us". Ginny smirked.

"The minute your mother lets anyone except herself babysit her grandchildren will be a notable day in history."

Ginny laughed, "She does pretty good with letting Fleurs parents babysit, I bet she'll let your parents watch 'em too." The room was quiet again, but this time not for long, "You hadn't thought of them as grandparents yet had you?" She asked quietly.

"No," Ginny could barely hear him, "But Ginny, I need to be able to get to sleep tonight. I work again tomorrow and then its chaos for a couple days." He sighed again, "I need to be ready to see them tomorrow night Ginny." She watched as a tear dripped down his cheek.

"How's your deputy doing?" She asked quietly, "Is he gonna be able to take over when you're ready to leave?"

His body relaxed and he rolled closer to Ginny "Yeah, Sherwood's essentially been doing my job while I run around these high-end meetings every day. I can probably talk Kingsley into letting me quit the week after business resumes as normal."

"Really?" Ginny was getting no closer to sleep.

"Yeah, I need to review what he's done, but there haven't been any complaints that have made their way up to me."

"Would you be youngest head auror in history and shortest serving?"

"Not even close!" Harry laughed, "There was a guy who served three days and poorly embezzled five-thousand dollars in that time. He wasn't told that he should train his deputy before he left."

"You're only embezzling a couple hundred a day, right?"

"$230 every Monday." he smiled as his wife snickered, "Gotta take it slow so that we don't get caught."

"We!"

"You're an accomplice now, you're just as guilty as I am"

"Then why would you tell me?"

"You're the one who manages the money, I'm surprised you hadn't noticed."

"I assumed it was for good behavior," she yawned, "Now I know better than to assume that from you."

Both smiled as their eyes drifted closed. The party in their backyard finally closed at 3 am with George and Ron singing a bad rendition of God Save the Queen.