Harry realised that he'd been standing completely still for several moments, his body seemed afraid to relax. This was just like the time when Snape was describing his bondage fantasies and he refused to open his eyes when he offered to dance for him. 'Dance sexy' as he said it.

He finally took a deep breathe in and opened his eyes and let himself relax. He was in a room painted an almost blinding combination of hot neon pink an neon lime green. A young girl with long black messy hair was lying in her bed sleeping soundly. She had such white skin that it almost looked transparent. Her blankets were arranged haphazardly around her bed in a way that made her half covered. She was wearing those annoying male boxer shorts that said boner or big one or one of those sorts of sad male slogans. Her singlet said 'lets get physical' in mint green script across the back.

He eventually noticed that Ron and Hermionie were there too. Ron was checking out the girl in the bed. Hermionie was checking Ron and realised he was checking the girl in the bed out and redirected her gaze to the girl in the bed so she could give her a death glare.

"Christ! She's hot" Ron said wasting no time on details.

"LILLY WAKE THE HELL UP!" Screamed grown up version of Harry. She rolled over and opened one deep green eye and closed it again and buried her head in the blankets in her bed as a sign of protest. Grown up Harry glared. "Get up, get up please. Make me look like a competent father just this once." This time she opened both her eyes and smiled faintly and rolled onto her back. He look expectantly at her. When she didn't move for more then 3 seconds he glared. "Fine! But after your mother yells at me she's gunna some up here and kick your sorry arse."

"Hot ey? Ronny Boy" questioned Harry. Ron glared at him. Then he did his smug grin that he did when he had a good comeback.

"Yeah. Hot. Smouldering hot. Your daughter hot is the same kind of hot you felt for my sister or another one of gods creepy creatures, covered in red hair, that you programmed to sing get down tonight!" Harry shut the hell up. He knew how close Ron was to his secret Elmo obsession. Even though Sirius had already told him not to be ashamed and that he understood but was personally into the cookie monster, he couldn't help but think he should keep it slightly under wraps.

Lilly rolled back over and snuggled back into the warm confines of her bed, until a boy with an odd almost overgrown mullet appeared at the door. His freckles were so scattered across his face that it looked almost orange. His big brown eyes looked so much like someone Harry knew.

"Lill, I love you and all, but common, there are pancakes downstairs, do you realise we have like a billion family members, if you don't get down their fast you wont be able to eat till lunch." Lilly raised her head slightly and smiled.

"Pancakes, ey Gran?" She asked with a half smile. The boy grabbed her arm and dragged her down stairs.

Hermionie looked at Ron and made a face. "You named your kid Gran? What's wrong with you?" Ron made an equally impressive face back and then smiled and came extremely close to Hermionie so that their noses were almost touching.

"I don't think I named him Gran, Hermionie." He made a point of moving back and not saying a word until the silence hung in the air uncomfortably and Hermionie blushed. "I don't know what you're talking about," she choked out awkwardly ignoring the fact that infact Ron's child possessed Hermionie's eyes.

Harry started on his way down the stairs, he realised it must be Christmas holidays, there was a huge tree in the corner and everything was red, green or white. The huge dining table in the middle didn't seem big enough for the huge brood, he noticed a teenage boy about Lilly's age that looked suspiciously like Remus but with Tonks's wide kind smile. Fred and George were all adult with semi beards and huge grins that meant something funny was going to happen, but Harry had stopped, he was looking at someone else. Her red hair was in a bob cut, with bangs, her brown eyes were almost hidden behind them. She smiled as she was weighed down by the weight of the huge bowl of pastry that she was carrying to the table. Harry watched the grown up Ginny with utter fascination. She looked rather pretty, she was taller, with bigger breasts but that wasn't it. She was changed. She seemed happy – content and happy.

Ginny kept glancing nervously to the other room finally placing the pastry on the table and casually opening the door. There adult Harry was, deeply immersed in a piece of parchment he was reading, a gurgling baby girl in his lap. Her utterly adorable tiny pigtails held together with ribbon tickled her fathers forearm. In a bid to keep her busy Harry turned away from his parchment long enough to pick up a toy for her to play with, she quickly discarded the green, wormlike soft toy and tried to make a grab for Harry's quill. Her wide green eyes were alive with sugar and youth. It wasn't until that moment when Harry looked into the eyes of his youngest future child that he truly felt that everything would be fine.

"Anyone home?" Called Ginny teasingly from the doorway. "I was wondering if you could help me. I'm looking for my husband, now, I know you look like him, and you're in his office, with his child but you can't be him because he promised me that he was going to be Mr. Happy Freaking Family just for today. He's going to do this because his loving, faithful, gorgeous wife who sacrificed her hips and legs and gained stretchmarks and whole lotta children for him asked him to."

Harry smiled. Ron smelled Hermionie's hair and Hermionie looked approvingly at Harry.

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