Notes: Did I lose you? Hello? ... Anywho, I wanted to let you know that this story is both in Harry's point of view and in his son James'. You'll know when they change. The first few will just be Harry, then once we get to Hogwarts it'll be more James.
"Daddy... Daddy? DaddyDaddyDaddy! Daaaaadyyyyyy!" Harry felt two little hands on his arm. "Daddy!"
"Mmm?"
"Wake up daddy!"
Harry rolled over and opened his eyes. A little girl with bright red hair and green eyes looked down at him. "Why?"
She continued, taking breaths inbetween every other word as small children do when they get excited: "Because... mommy said... you have to... get up or... we can't go... to Diagon Alley! So wake up!"
"Okay, okay... go tell mommy I'm coming." The little girl ran off, and Harry rolled back onto his side. He had just gotten home a few hours ago and was still tired. He got up slowly and headed downstairs. Everything in his body cracked.
Ginny was watching something on the stove. Harry came up behind her and put his arms around her. "Watch yourself," she said. "You'll get burnt. Or worse, I'll get burnt."
Harry let her go and sat at the table. "Next time, use an alarm instead."
"Oh but Lily has so much fun. Why would I deprive her of that?" She seemed to notice how tired he looked. "You okay? You don't have to go, if you're too tired. I know you were out late and they'd understand if you -"
"No. I said I was going and I'm going. I don't know if I'll make it the whole way, but I'm going."
Ginny went to the door into the living room. "Come on you three." Then she went back to the stove, flicking her wand at the cupboard. Seven plates and silverware sets came out and set themselves. Cups floated above the table while they were filled by the passing juice carton. Ginny handed Harry some tea.
"And to think not too long ago this would have been very odd to me," Harry said, watching the floating cups.
"You should have seen my mum try to do it with Fred and George."
The little girl from before, Lily, came skipping into the room. She was their youngest and named so because she looked exactly like Harry's mother. In fact, all of their children had some name in their name that was someone Harry knew. Lily Molly Potter, a combination of two mothers, which Mrs. Weasley was extremely excited about. She sat in a chair with books stacked on it so that she could reach the table. She had recently been promoted to a regular chair and was very proud of herself.
After her came a small boy with the same red hair. This was Sirius, three years older than Lily and extremely hyperactive. He sprinted into his chair and bounced, chanting "pancakes pancakes pancakes pancakes pancakes pancakes pancakes..." When Ginny gave him his pancakes, he shouted "Yey! Pancakes!" then continued bouncing while eating. Harry shook his head.
Behind him came another red haired boy. This one was slower but still hyper. He was Michael, ten years old and the next up for Hogwarts.
Ginny went to the stairs. "Angie! Come on. And tell your brother to get down here or I'll come up there and throw him down here."
"You wonder why our children are psychotic," Harry mumbled.
"What was that?"
"Nothing," Harry said quickly. Mike laughed. Sirius and Lily didn't get it but laughed anyway. Angie, Angelica, came down stairs quickly. She was going to Hogwarts this year for the first time. She was eleven, almost exactly one year older than Mike. Their middle names were Hermione and Ron, because the two elder persons with the same names refused to have children named after them.Angie was already dressed and ready, obviously anxious to go.They had decided long ago that only those children that were going to Hogwarts got to go to Diagon Alley on that day, and whoever was left had to stay home. Usually their grandmother didn't mind taking them. Ron and Hermione did the same thing.
Finally, when nearly everyone was finished, a very tired looking teenage boy appeared. This was James, their oldest and the only one with Harry's black hair. He was usually slow like that, a drastic contrast from his younger brother Sirius. Harry could only hope that Sirius would slow down as well in a few years. Everyone wondered why only one of their children was not a red-head. Harry figured it was because his mother had red hair, so they had a 3/4 chance of getting red.
"And when did you go to bed last night?" Ginny asked James, reminding Harry a lot of Mrs. Weasley.
"Ten."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"You always did sleep a lot," she said shaking her head. "We thought for a while there was -" Just then, Sirius flashed through the room. "Sirius Remus Potter! You slow yourself down or -" she went after him, leaving Harry and James alone at the table.
"Ten?" Harry asked.
"Yeah. Ten after three."
Sirius went running through the hallway with underwear on his head. Harry grabbed him around the waist and threw him back into his room. "Those belong on the other end," he told Sirius, and closed the door. He suddenly felt very bad for Mike, who had to share a room with him. Angie was dressing Lily, James had locked himself in his room and probably gone back to sleep, Ginny was wrangling Sirius while trying to help Mike... Harry didn't know how Mrs. Weasley had done it with seven kids. He went into his own room to change. Ginny came in and threw Sirius in.
"Watch him," she barked. "I'm getting a shower." And she left. Sirius sat on the floor with a big smile on his face.
"You need to calm down, or your mother might murder you."
"Okay," Sirius said quickly.
"I mean it."
"Okay."
"I'll make Angie kiss you," Harry said. Sirius was at that age where he thought girls had some disease, even his sisters.
"No!"
"Yes!"
"Nooooo!"
"Then be still and quiet until we get to your grandmothers. Okay?" Sirius stayed still, looking like a balloon that would burst at any second. It lasted for about five minutes.
"I can't!" Sirius said.
"Angie!" Harry called.
"No!"
"I have something I need you to do."
"No! Anything but that! No!"
"Then shush." Ginny came back from her shower (she had trained herself to do it in five seconds) and saw the silent Sirius.
"What'd you do? Tranquilize him?"
"No - never underestimate the power of a female."
Ginny laughed, understanding what he meant. "Sirius, go downstairs and don't get yourself dirty." Sirius got up and looked to his father. Harry raised his eyebrows, as a sort of reminder of the punishment. Sirius sprinted off. "Too bad we can't still threaten James with that."
"We could say we'd get some large hairy man to kiss him."
"Harry!"
"It would work."
"You are the reason our children are psychotic," she said, throwing her towel at him, "not me." There was a loug bang from downstairs. "Sirius!"
"It wasn't me!" Ginny went off to investigate. Harry shook his head again. When did I sign up for this? he thought. But life would be boring without them.
Ginny had taken Sirius and Lily with her by floo powder to the Burrow. They were still too young to do it themselves, plus Sirius would probably end up in Australia. Remus went himself, followed by Angie. James came stumbling down the stairs at the last second. "Better get going," Harry told him.
"Aren't you coming?"
"It'd rather apparate. I don't get lost as often that way."
"Could I, uh, go with you?"
"You really want to?"
"Yeah. I had some sixth year friends last year that said it was neat."
"Alright then," Harry said, leaving the house and heading for the patch of trees down the road. They couldn't apparate from the house because of the protection, and not in the street because of nearby muggles. "We have to go down there so no one sees us." James followed him.
"Um, dad? Could I ask you something?"
"Obviously."
"Well, I was thinking of trying out for the quidditch team this year. I would have last year but they didn't need anyone."
"And you want a broom," Harry said, already knowing where the conversation was going.
"Well, yeah."
"Brooms are very expensive James."
"I don't have to get a good one."
"Oh no, you will have a good one. No son of mine will be defiling the Potter record with a bad broom," Harry joked.
"Record?" They arrived at the trees.
"Take a look in the trophy room at school." He grabbed his son's hand. "Hold on tight."
Notes: Just wait until you see Hermione/Ron's children...