Ginny's Point of View:

The show was falling peacefully, and the fire was cozy. I was cuddled up with Harry on the couch, and couldn't possibly be happier.

After the war, I had chosen to not go back to Hogwarts, as there were too many disturbing memories there for me. That's why Harry and I had immediately gotten married and moved to Godrics Hollow, near the place he lived as an infant.

"What's that noise?" Harry whispered

"Hmm?"

"Listen; it sounds like a crying baby!"

I listened for a moment, and sure enough, I heard it too. Harry jumped up and went outside. He lit his wand and paused every few seconds to hear where the baby was.

We wandered into a wide, snowy field, and the crying got louder. We walked a little further until in the distance we saw the silhouette of three small children, all alone.

Harry took off at a run, and I followed.

When we reached them, I nearly vomited at the disturbing sight. In front of us, there were three, very emaciated toddlers surrounding a dead lady who was lying in a pool of blood in the snow. At her feet was a newborn baby girl, screaming and freezing to death. I dropped to my knees and took my coat off to wrap her in. Harry took off his own coat and draped it around the young boys. He picked them all up at once, and looked at me with a sense of urgency in his eyes and tone of voice; "We need to get to St. Mungos."

The hospital was fairly unoccupied, with only a witch who I guessed was waiting for someone, reading the Daily Prophet.

With the lack of activity going on, we startled the receptionist when we apparated in. With one look at the children and without question, she pressed a button on a small device. Within moments, two healers appeared. They conjured up three wheelchairs and one of them took the baby.

"What happened?" asked the healer who hadn't taken the baby away.

"We found them in a field behind our home in the snow. The baby had just been born, and the mother didn't make it." Harry explained as he set the boys in the wheelchairs. The youngest was beginning to nod and fall asleep. The healer shook him gently.

"You gotta stay awake for me buddy. Okay?"

"Otayyyy" he said with a yawn.

"What's your name bud?"

"Sef."

"Seth what?"

"Just Sef."

"Okay. How old are you Seth?"

"I'm two."

"What are your brother's names?" the healer asked as we walked into a large hospital room

"Patwick and Pweston. They twins."

"I see… and how old are they?"

"They awmost fwee."

"Well that's cool, Seth. How about we get you guys some food?"

The boys nodded enthusiastically as they were lifted into a large bed.

The healer flicked his wand and some bowls of soup appeared in front of them. Seth dug right in, getting more on his face than in his mouth.

"Here, let me help you." Harry suggested, grabbing the spoon. I smiled while I watched Harry help the toddler. He'd make a great father someday.

I turned to the twin boys. They were quieter and more subdued than their little brother. They were careful to not spill a drop of their soup and refused to look at anyone.

"Hi guys." I said softly, making an attempt at conversation. One of the boys turned to look at me, and instead of responding he took a moment to scowl at me with cold, blue eyes, and turned back to his soup.

Suddenly, a healer came into the room with the baby.

"She's small, but otherwise healthy." He announced before giving me the infant.

The second she was in my arms, warmth flooded through me and I held her close. The tiny baby girl looked a lot like her brothers, with dark brown hair and pale blue eyes. She grabbed my finger, and at that moment I knew that she was mine, and I was hers.

There was no way that I could let this little girl, or any of her brothers, go to be adopted by a complete stranger. I turned to tell Harry this, but before I could say anything, I saw the look in his eyes that told me he was thinking that same thing.

Seth had settled himself into Harry's arms, and was now sleeping.

"We have to keep them." I whispered

"I know we're young, but I agree. We just can't give then up."

Tears flooded my eyes. "They've been ours from the very start."

Harry nodded, "Who would've ever guess we'd have four kids at seventeen and eighteen?"

Both of us just laughed.