Harry opened his eyes, shutting them immediately as the sunlight—seeping in through the curtains—hit him directly in the face. Ugh. Morning…already… ugh…one o'clock pm …ugh!...

Harry bolted upright, forgetting Ginny, who previously was lying across him. He bolted across the room, completely starkers, into his closet before Ginny could get angry.

"Harry James Potter," he heard her yell from the safety of his closet, "what the ruddy hell was that for!?" He peaked his head around to see a blurred version—he had left his glasses on his bedside table—of his very irate wife. Despite looking angrier than she had been for a long time—she was not a morning person—she looked gorgeous! All he wanted to do was jump into the bed with her and take her right there, but with a quick look at the clock he remembered the reason for alarm.

"Gin, its Sunday right? Well, in that case, look at the clock and remind me what we had to do today." Ginny, throwing him a quick glare, glanced over at the clock. There was a beat of science. Suddenly…

"CRAP!" Ginny yelled jumping out of bed and running over to the closet. "Mum's gunna kill us!" she yelled as she grabbed what clothes her fingers found first and pulled them on. Harry, who had already changed as realization had struck Ginny, ran downstairs to lock up, cursing the invention of thanksgiving. Harry personally had no idea why they celebrated the American holiday, but then again, Mrs. Weasly always jumped at the chance to get the family together and cook. Ginny came hurtling down the stairs, grabbed him, and with a pop they arrived at the Burrow.

The sight that met them at the Burrow was a familiar one. Kids everywhere, far too many people to fit, garden gnomes dashing in and out of the garden, and food overflowing on the tables. Harry took one look at the food and found Ron, of course. He kissed Ginny and walked over to where Ron stood making sure to say hi only after Ron had taken an abnormally large bite.

"So, I heard something about you and Hermione in your cubicle… care to explain?" Ron was so caught off guard his food came flying out of his mouth with an almighty heave. He stared at Harry in complete and utter shock until Harry couldn't stand it any more and burst out laughing.

He was still laughing, and Ron was still staring at him incredulously as Hermione approached. She just looked at them, picked up a strawberry and walked away. Harry laughed harder as Ron started stuttering.

"The p-p-pact Harry… the pact! H-h-h-how did you find out anyway?" Harry regained his senses and used the table to stable himself before answering.

"Ginny. She was trying to persua… never mind, it's not important. Sorry I even mentioned it." Ron gave him a searching look before reaching for the turkey again.

Supper was mad as usual, the good kinda mad. Harry couldn't help but feel a longing as he watched all the kids run around… and there were a lot of kids. Bill and Fleur had two (for now), Teddy had managed to find his way over for the festivities, Percy and Audry had one (and another on the way), and George and Angelina—yes that Angelina—had one. It was madness, but the type of madness Harry wished he had. Ginny saw the look in Harry's eyes and grabbed his hand, giving it a loving squeeze. She knew he wanted kids, and as much as they loved Teddy, kids of their own would be fantastic, she just didn't think she could give up Quiddich so early in her career. Ah well, they would have to talk about that.

Thank you to all who sent me reviews... it was much appreciated. Oh, especially thanks to those who reminded me Thanksgiving is an American holiday. Though originally from England I have lived in America so long I mix up the holidays. For example (i lived in Australia for a while): I came to school all dressed for Anzac day... I got a lot of weird stares, or the time I started singing 'Advance Australia Fair' during the national anthem ...classic! I will try and update soon... this chapter (1/2 chapter) was just a quick one to keep the story moving. Question of the chapter (answer in reviews): what would you like to see happen?? Ok, Bye!