Chapter 2

Later in the day, the house had emptied as the twins went back to work, the girls went shopping, and the other left to arrange the festivities that would occur later that night. The only people left in the house were Harry, Kit, Nate, and Remus. Kit was beginning to pack up her belongings, while Remus and Harry tasted the results of Harry's birthday present while watching Nate.

'I'm surprised he doesn't look more like Kit.'

'Potter kid, through and through,' Remus grinned, bouncing Nate on his knee. 'Lily was always disappointed you only got her eyes. Of course, James was thrilled you got the hair.'

'I feel kind of sorry that he isn't more like Kit,' Harry said sadly. Remus shook his head.

'Don't be. Maybe the next one will –'

'Whoa, Remus,' Harry laughed. 'Let's not get to thinking about the next one already!'

Remus shrugged. 'You know another one will happen sooner or later,' he said.

Harry sighed. 'Of course it will,' he said, and Nate gave a squeal of delight. Harry laughed.

'What about the wedding?' Remus asked after a short pause, during which he released Nate.

'What do you mean?' Harry asked, his eyes following Nate across the room.

'How is it coming along?'

Harry shrugged as he took a sip of his drink. 'It's coming,' he said. 'We aren't really bothered with it now that our lives aren't in danger.' As he said this, his eyes left Nate to look up at Mrs Weasley's clock. None of the hands were on 'Mortal Peril' today. They hadn't been for last year.

Nate gave another gleeful squeal, shaking Harry from his thoughts. Nate was holding a bag full of glittering powder, shaking it so violently that most of it was covering him. Remus laughed as Harry launched himself off of the couch and attempted to dislodge the bag from the toddler's grasp.

'Let go, Nate,' he said calmly, trying to tug it from his hands.

'No,' Nate said firmly, tightening his grip.

'Yes,' Harry said patiently. 'Let go …'

'NO!' Nate shouted fiercely, his green eyes narrowed maliciously.

Remus' laughing redoubled behind him as Nate smiled.

'What?' Harry asked suspiciously, turning to look at Remus, who merely pointed to the mirror above the fireplace.

Harry straightened up to his full height and gasped as he caught sight of himself in the mirror. No longer did his hair match his son's. Instead, he was left with bright pink hair, greatly resembling Tonk's favourite style. He turned slowly and glared at the giggling Nate.

'Did you do this?' he asked severely.

Nate nodded still giggling.

'Are you supposed to do this to dad?'

Nate shook his head, smiling broadly.

'What do you say?'

'Sorry,' the toddler said smally. Harry turned to Remus, who was trying to straighten his face.

'Fix it, please,' Harry said as Remus drew out his wand. 'Thank you.' He turned back to look in the mirror, his hair now returned to its original dark shade. As he looked in the mirror, Kit appeared in it, standing in the doorway, smiling at the three boys.

'Time for a nap, I think,' she said as Harry turned around. She picked up Nate, who giggled again, grabbing her hair. 'Ah, let go, hun,' she said quietly, and he did so.

Remus stood up, draining his drink. 'I'll see you all later tonight,' he said, clasping Harry's shoulder and winking at him.

'Okay, Remus,' Harry replied as the older wizard prepared to disapparate.

'Bye bye, Mooney,' Nate called as Kit laid him down.

'Bye bye,' Remus smiled. And he was gone with a 'pop'.

'Sleep now, Nate,' Kit whispered, kissing him on the cheek. 'Daddy and I are going to pack.'

'Okay,' the little boy yawned.

Harry followed Kit up to Ginny and Hermione's room. Kit's bag was open and mostly packed, while Harry's jeans and t-shirts littered a corner of the room. Still there were smaller clothes stuffed pell-mell into a small duffle bag.

'Are you sure we can handle the house?' Kit asked as she moved to straighten Nate's clothes.

'I'm positive,' Harry said, wrapping his hands around her shoulders and massaging them. 'You need to stop worrying. We're safe now.'

Kit sighed. 'I know. But it's harder now. I mean, now that you –'

Harry kissed her neck. 'I know. But at least I've lived as a Muggle before. It won't be as hard as you think.'

'But it'll still be hard,' she whispered, closing her eyes.

'We're young parents. Everything is going to be hard. As soon as we get somewhat settled I'll go and get a job in a pub or in a restaurant,' he said quietly. 'We'll get through. The Weasley's and Remus and everyone else will be here for us. We can always ask for help.'

'And prove that we're weak and –'

'You had a baby at seventeen, I've defeated Voldemort. We're not weak,' he consoled her.

'But they think we're stupid!'

'No, Kit, they don't,' Harry said quietly, turning her around and wrapping his arms around her. 'They think we're brave for getting out into the world so early. Think about it. Most of our old classmates can't handle moving out. Look at Ron! But we're taking that step.'

'Only because we have no where else to go,' she said miserably into his chest.

'We could stay here,' he said quietly. 'But the house is ready, and so are we.' He tilted her chin upwards to look into her eyes. 'We're a family. I finally have a family. We're safe, loved, and we'll get by. Just believe.'

'I do believe,' Kit whispered, leaning up to kiss him.

'I believe we haven't been alone for a long time,' Harry breathed against her lips.

'I agree,' Kit whispered, pulling him down onto the bed beside her.

They kissed again, their tongues instantly engaging in battle. Harry's hands roamed up the back of Kit's t-shirt, finding the clasp of her bra easily. Her hands found the buckle of his belt, instantly unzipping his fly. Before long, their clothes lay aside as they embraced each other again, falling deeper back in love. As Harry began to enter her she gasped, clutching the back of his hair as they began to move together. They became wetter as they moved faster, both of their lungs aching for breath. She stopped him before he came, kissing him passionately, finally letting him release his seed inside of her.

'God, I love you,' he gasped finally as he pulled out and kissed her again before he lay beside her.

'I love you, too,' she breathed, rolling so that their bodies were still touching. 'Happy birthday.'

Harry grinned.