Harry woke up in rather the same manner as the previous day. However the late night chased the usual dreams from his head.

'Daddy?'

'I'm up, Nate,' Harry mumbled, rolling over on the couch to look at his son.

'Are you?' he asked slyly, smiling mischievously, his jet black hair sticking up in all directions as he peered over the edge of the play pen.

'Yes,' Harry said, sitting up clumsily. 'Are you?'

Nate smiled brightly, raising his hands over his head. 'Yep! Up!'

Harry grinned, getting up and moving over to the play pen. As he reached into it he froze, his ears listening to someone in the kitchen.

'Daddy?' Nate asked, as Harry zoned out.

'Jonathon, you can't do it like –' a girl laughed in the kitchen.

'Daddy,' Nate said, more forcefully.

'No, Herm, ha ha, just set the – ow!'

'Daddy, pick me up,' Nate said loudly, and Harry shook his head as he pulled Nate up into his arms.

'Morning, Harry,' Ron said as he came down the stairs.

'Morning,' Harry replied as Nate squealed in delight. 'Why are you up so early?'

'I have the early shift at the shop today,' Ron said, rolling his eyes. 'And you know what it's like during the summer.'

'Hopping,' Harry said as they reached the entrance to the kitchen.

'What the bloody –?'

'Ron - ha ha - watch your language - ha ha - around the kids –' Hermione gasped as Jonathon tried to flip the sizzling bacon on the frying pan.

'Did you want some help with that?' Harry asked as Jonathon continued to dance around the pan.

'Well, I was doing – ah – alright, but then it – ow – started spitting hot – ah! – grease at me,' Jonathon said. 'And I don't want to burn it!'

Harry laughed as he sat Nate into the highchair. 'Here,' he said, and Jonathon handed over the tongs.

'Thanks,' Jonathon said, sitting beside Nate as Kit entered the kitchen.

'Mummy!'

'Hi, hun,' she said quietly, ruffling his jet black hair. 'Are you ready to move?'

Nate shook his head.

'Do you want more help?' Hermione asked, finally recovered from her laughter.

'Not now, thanks, Hermione,' Kit said, handing Nate a piece of toast. 'You've done so much already.'

'Oh, it's no problem.'

'Yeah,' Ron piped in, downing the last of his coffee. 'The sooner you two have that place the sooner we all have somewhere to visit.'

Harry laughed. 'Do I smell plans of a house warming party in the works?'

'House invading party would be more like it,' Ginny yawned as she leaned against the doorway.

'Or bacon,' Jonathon said as Harry laid the plate down in front of them.

'Owls!' Nate squealed, pointing out the window.

Kit laughed at Nate's excitement as Jonathon jumped up and ran to open the window.

'Are you expecting a letter?' Hermione asked as Ron gulped down the last of his coffee.

'Well, not really,' replied Jonathon, relieving the owls of their post, 'but the Hogwarts letters should be coming soon.'

'Oh, that's right,' Hermione said, nodding. 'You're into your fifth year.'

All of the others gasped.

'What's wrong with fifth year?' Jonathon asked nervously.

'O.W.L. year,' Ginny said simply, taking a bowl from the cupboard.

'Is that bad?' he asked hesitantly.

'We'll send you lots of sweets,' Harry said, trying to be reassuring as he rifled through the mail.

'And don't slack off,' Ron said, throwing his cloak over his shoulders. 'You need to study hard or you'll screw yourself over. I'll be back for supper,' he added to Hermione as he left through the back door.

'No Hogwarts letters,' Harry said at last, laying the prophet on the table.

'Then what are those?' Ginny asked, pointing to the letters in Harry's hands as she poured cereal into her bowl.

'A letter about the house,' replied Harry, passing it to Kit who sighed. 'And a letter from … what the –?'

'Language, Harry,' Hermione intoned, sipping her coffee as she watched Nate squish the toast into his lap. 'Um, Kit, should he –?'

Kit looked up and smiled at Nate, who grinned back. 'He's fine,' she said as he guiltily extracted the toast and threw it at Harry, who was still gawking at the letter in his hands.

'Who's it from?' Ginny asked, taking a bite of her cereal.

'My aunt.'

'What?'

'You heard me,' he said as Kit dropped the letter she was holding.

'What does she want?' Kit asked warily as the others fell silent.

'To invite us to dinner,' Harry said, chucking the letter at Kit, who hastily read through it.

Kit scoffed. 'Dinner,' she said incredulously. 'She wants to invite us over for bloody dinner?'

'Yeah,' Harry replied gloomily as a 'pop!' echoed outside the door.

'Tomorrow!'

'Good morning to you, too,' Oliver said as he walked through the kitchen door from outside. He caught the paper thrown across the room and read the short note. 'Oh, the dreaded in-laws,' Oliver said wisely, handing the letter to Harry. 'How exciting.'

'They're not my in-laws yet,' Kit said as Nate splashed in his juice. 'No, hunny, don't do that,' she said, holding his sticky hands out of the puddle as Hermione reached for a cloth.

'Well, you only really get one in-law, you lucky –'

'Harry, watch your language,' Hermione said again, wiping up the spilt juice.

Harry rolled his eyes as he unfurled the Muggle newspaper that accompanied the post.

'Ready to train?' Oliver asked Ginny as silence settled on the room.

'Yeah,' she replied. 'Let's go.'

And they went. Nate followed them with his eyes as they went out the back door.

'I figure we should be out of here by noon,' Kit said suddenly, 'just so that we aren't unpacking at midnight.'

'Yeah,' Hermione agreed, standing up. 'Did you want to pack up the rest of it now?'

'Okay,' Kit said, standing up and kissing Nate on the head. 'Be good to daddy,' she told him.

'Yep!'

Kit left the room after Hermione, and Nate turned to Harry.

'Job?'

Harry smiled. 'I'm looking,' he said, turning the page.

'Good. Mummy wants you to bring home the bacon.'

Harry laughed. 'She said that, did she?'

Nate nodded looking quite pleased with him self. 'She said you were a lazy bum.'

Harry grinned. 'I know. She tells me all the time.'

Nate had already lost interest. He went back to beating the Muggle cereal to dust with his tiny fists. Several minutes passed where all that could be heard in the tiny kitchen was the crunching of dry cereal and the random squeaking of the felt pen circling various ads in the newspaper. But when the foremost sound ceased, Harry looked up at Nate.

'Balls.'

Harry followed his gaze out the window where Oliver and Ginny were throwing a quaffle back and forth between them. It looked quite intense to Harry. He looked back at Nate who was staring, enthralled, out the window. Harry let a small laugh escape his lips.

'Did you want to go and watch closer?' he asked, replacing the lid on his pen.

Nate nodded excitedly, his gaze never leaving the window.

Harry picked him up and carried him out into the yard easily, as the door was left slightly ajar. They sat at the edge of the yard, the sun at their backs, and looked up to where Oliver was shouting directions to Ginny who, even noticed from ground level, was sweating profusely already.

'Wow,' Nate breathed, his eyes following the path of the never ceasing ball.

'I used to play it, you know,' Harry whispered, and Nate looked at him.

'Really?'

Harry nodded, smiling reminiscently. 'I had to catch the snitch.'

'Wow.'

'It was hard sometimes,' he continued. 'And then Uncle Ron and I shared being captain.'

'Wow.'

Harry grinned.

They sat there as the sun moved to sit above them. It didn't seem like long at all when Mrs Weasley was calling out the window that it was lunch time. Nate ran along ahead of Harry as he lagged back and walked with the two exhausted players.

'You're amazing,' Harry told Ginny as she reached the ground.

'Thanks,' she said, looking pained. 'I'm really out of shape for some reason.'

'You'll get back into it,' Oliver assured her. 'Just another couple of training sessions and they'll be offering you so much gold you won't know what to do with it.'

Only Harry saw her roll her eyes as they entered the kitchen.

'When was the last time you flew, Harry?' Oliver asked as they sat down and helped themselves to sandwiches.

Harry shrugged. 'Not since before I did the deed,' he said.

'So you don't know if –?'

Harry shook his head, his mouth full.

Oliver only nodded.