Despite the news from Pottermore this week revealing the names of Harrys grandparents, I have decided NOT to go back and change the names here or on Archive of our Own where I am posting it as well. However, I will change the names if I decide to post this story on SIYE. Also, to those few who didn't know, Matt Lewis played Neville Longbottom in the movies. Cheers xx

"Fools. Imbeciles," said Voldemort angrily. He cast the Cruciatus curse on them. "What did you think you were doing?"

When no-one answered, it made him angrier. "How many people did you kill?" The five Death Eaters kneeling in front of him shivered. One shrugged, and got the Killing Curse sent his way. He keeled over in front of his comrades.

"Only three dead, My Lord," said Bellatrix respectfully. She sent a furious glance at the men kneeling.

"Three? Pathetic. And of those three, what is their blood status?" asked Voldemort, walking around the men.

"All Pure-blood. A family. Mummy, Daddy and a little bitty girl," jeered Bellatrix.

"So you were bored and decided to have some fun in Diagon Alley. What did you expect, Harry Potter himself to be there, buying his books for school?" snarled Voldemort.

Bellatrix cackled as one of the Death Eaters pissed his pants.

"You couldn't even kill Muggleborns, or Half Bloods. No, you had to kill a Pure-blood family. One that might have, with the right persuasion," he looked to Greyback, knowing of his love for small children, " helped us with our cause."

Greyback chuckled and licked his lips. He loved little girls.

"I cannot have this incompetence around me. Avada Kedavra," he shouted, and all four fell forward, eyes open and glazed.

"Where is Nagini?" asked Voldemort, wanting to get the corpses away from him. He had more important things to worry about. He had been feeling weaker and weaker all summer, and only felt stronger when she was close by.

"My Lord, she was with us at Borgin and Burkes, but she left us. We assumed you had re-called her to your side," bowed Lucius.

"No, I did not,"said Voldemort. He pointed his hand at Lucius, who gulped. "Find her. NOW!"

"Yes, M'Lord," bowed Lucius, backing out of the room.

"Someone, get rid of this rubbish," snarled Voldemort, waving his hands over the bodies of the Carrows, Crabbe, Goyle and Yaxley. He walked out of the room.

"You heard him," yelled Bellatrix. "Get rid of them." She looked to Rookwood and Mulciber. They scowled but didn't answer. They moved forward, distaste on their face.

"Where's the bloody snake when you need her," muttered Rockwood, using his wand to levitate one of the bodies away.

"Are you kids sure you don't mind if I go out for tea? I can cancel, you know. We can have a nice family dinner for our last night," said Sirius. It was now four in the afternoon.

"Sirius, you can't cancel on Emmy this late in the day," protested Ginny.

"Who said I was going out to dinner with Emmy Vance?" asked Sirius, curiously. Actually he had seen her everyday since Remus and Tonks' wedding, but had not let the kids know that. Or so he thought.

"You mean it's not Emmy?" asked Ginny, innocently.

"Well yeah, but-hey, how did you do that," laughed Sirius.

"Easy. If it wasn't Emmy, it had to have been Remus and Tonks, which you would have told us," said Ginny, smugly.

Sirius nudged her with his shoulder. "Witch."

Ginny nudged him back. "Hound."

Harry chuckled, happy to see his two favourite people goofing around, like a real family. "All right, you two. Sirius, what Ginny is trying to say is that we whole-heartedly approve of you going out for dinner with the delightful Miss Vance. In fact, I welcome it. I plan to cook tea for Ginny tonight, so it's fine. We can do a big family breakfast in the morning."

"Will Emmy be joining us?" asked Ginny, smirking. Sirius gaped at her meaning.

"Ginny, play nice with our puppy," said Harry in a playful yet warning tone.

Ginny beamed happily at Harry. She turned to Sirius and playfully shook her finger at him. "I hope you're taking her somewhere nice. Ooh, what about that nice Muggle place we went to, Harry? Sirius, make sure you hold out her chair, and pour her wine, but let her order for herself. Compliment her on her dress and hair. Oh, and have her home at a respectable hour, you hear?"

Sirius winked at Harry. "Yes, Molly."

Even Ginny laughed at that. "I wish our lives were as easy as that. It doesn't seem right to have to say, be careful, keep a look out, and all that rot."

"Constant Vigilence," said Harry, banging his fist on the kitchen table. They all laughed again.

"I think I'll be fine, Gin. After all, Emmy is an Auror, and this old dog knows a few tricks," said Sirius, kissing her forehead.

Ginny sighed. She leaned against Sirius. "What I really want to say is, go, have a good time. Be happy. Forget about all this other shit for awhile."

"Amen," said Harry.

"Thanks, kids. Well, better start getting ready," said Sirius, standing up. He moved to the door, patting Harry on the shoulder as he went past.

"And Sirius...?"

He turned back to look at Ginny. "Don't worry about rushing home. Make sure she has a really good night." She winked at him.

To even his surprise, he blushed and walked away, shaking his head when he heard them laughing.

"Damn kids."

"That dinner was amazing, Harry. When did you learn to cook like that?" asked Ginny, leaning against him up on the roof.

"The Dursleys. I've been cooking for them as soon as I was tall enough to see over the top of the stove," said Harry, running his fingers through her hair. He felt her tense and pulled away to look at her. "Love, what is it?"

"Just, everytime you say something like that, it takes me back to what Dumbledore made you go through, living with those horrid Muggles," said Ginny, winding her fingers through his. "I can't forgive him for that."

"I have," said Harry. She looked up at him in surprise. He shrugged. "Who is it really hurting if I don't forgive him? Me, that's who. It won't change what happened, will it? No, I've forgiven him, but I don't forget. The things I've learned this summer with him have truly opened up my eyes to what is important. Please love, for me, let it go," he whispered.

Ginny brought his hand to her lips and kissed the back of it. "If you can, I can. But I will always stand up for you against those who mistreat you. Especially when it's those you think you know and trust. You can't deny me that, Harry," she said, almost defiantly.

He drew her close. "I don't think there's much I can deny you, Ginny," he said huskily. He palmed her face tenderly and kissed her. The kiss soon got heated, and when they pulled apart, they were both breathing heavily. "Gin, I-I want..." Harry closed his eyes as his senses were overloaded with her.

"I want it too, Harry," breathed Ginny, her eyes so bright they were almost glowing. "I need to be closer to you."

"Hold on to me, Ginny," he said, his eyes burning like hard emeralds.

"Always," she said, her body pressed against his.

He apparated them downstairs. To Ginny's surprise, they were in his bedroom, not hers, like usual.

"Oh Harry," she gasped, looking around.

Candles lit up the room. They were everywhere, lending a golden glow to the room, and to themselves. His covers were pulled back, invitingly waiting for them.

"You deserve romance and so much more," said Harry gently, taking her hand.

"No, all I need is you," said Ginny, letting him guide her close to the bed.

He sat on the edge, drawing her between his legs. He leaned his head against her chest, and she held him there, feeling him tremble. She knew Harry, knew he had learned to hide his emotions from others.

But he needn't hide them, not from her. She held him close, then drew his head back. He looked up to meet her eyes, with tears in his. She kissed him gently on the forehead, on his cheeks, his eyelids, his nose then finally his lips.

"I love you so much," he whispered. "I want to show you how much, but...I-I've never...and I..."

Ginny kissed him softly. "I've never either. We'll be fine. Together, you and I can do anything, right?" With that, she cast the Contraceptive spell.

Harry gazed into her eyes then pulled her to him and held him tight. "I love you. I love you so much," he kept murmuring, as he started to gently remove her clothes.

Ginny pulled his shirt over his head. "Show me, Harry. Love me. I want to show you how much I love you too."

He shrugged out of his jeans, then turned back to her. He undid the clasp of her bra, and removed it. He gently cupped her breasts, his thumb finding the hardened tip. Ginny gasped in pleasure, making him wonder if he had hurt her. He started to remove his hand when her hand covered his, and together, they continued rubbing her.

"Feels so good," she murmured, her face flushed. She ran her hand over the front of his boxers, and he shuddered as she stroked him.

"Merlin, Ginny," he breathed, burrowing his face in her neck as he tried to remember to breathe.

"Harry, let's lay on the bed," she said as she ran her hands over his bulge.

He gulped and nodded, scooting back onto the bed. He watched as Ginny removed her knickers, and got into his bed. She turned to him, cupping his chin. "Can I...?" her gaze went south. Harry gulped and nodded.

She scooted down the bed and started to wriggle his boxers down his legs. To Harry's embarassment, his dick jumped out of the boxers as though it had been set free. He raised his hips so she could drag his boxers off.

Her hands slid back up his legs, getting so close to where he wanted them. He lay back, unable to look away. She slid them up and over his knees, over his muscled thighs and then... Harry took a breath as she gently took him in her small hands. He groaned as she stroked him gently, learning what he liked; how it felt.

He threw his head back. "Gods, so good, don't stop, don't ever stop," he said. He almost yelped when she hesitantly took him in her mouth. He looked down to see her and almost came right then and there. He had never seen anything like it before. He gently ran his hands over her head as he watched her take his dick in her mouth.

"Gin, oh gods, please, I want, oh, so good, let me touch you too. I want, Merlin, I want to see you, I want, oh gods, I'm going to...aaaaahhhhh."

He was embarassed as he hadn't meant to come that quickly. Merlin, he hadn't even done anything for her.

Ginny had tried to take it all, but it had caught her unaware. She liked his salty taste, and she felt good that her touch had made THAT happen. He fumbled to sit up and pull her close. He kissed her, almost thrilled that he could taste himself on her.

"I'm sorry, baby. I shouldn't have come so quick. I wanted to wait and do it with you," he said, kissing her over and over.

Ginny giggled. "Harry, it's fine, there are no rules here about who comes first, or longest or hardest. I liked doing it."

Harry flipped her onto her back, and slid between her legs. "You are so beautiful," he said, tasting her breasts and nipple.

She arched into him. "You make me feel that way," she breathed, as he ran his hands over her body.

Ginny couldn't believe the sensations running through her. How could Harry's touch be setting off this electricity in her body? If she closed her eyes, she saw sprials. She wanted to watch Harry touch her, but the feelings were so intense she couldn't.

When he stroked her intimately her eyes flew open. He removed his hand, afraid. "Did I hurt you?"

"Never," she breathed hard. "Do it again."

His eyes turned darker as he stroked her again. Ginny gasped, letting him see she liked it. He stroked her up and down, then round and round. Ginny moved her hips, needing more.

"Harry, please,"she unashamedly begged.

He kissed her there, before placing himself in position. Ginny could see he was as hard as before, and was almost panting. He fumbled a bit, positioning himself against her. Ginny tensed slightly, feeling IT, down THERE!

"I, um, heard it might hurt," said Harry, looking at her.

Ginny nodded. "I know. Just for a bit, and only the first time. Next time will be fine," she assured him.

"N-Next time," said Harry.

"Well, I'm really liking what we've done so far, so I'm pretty sure I'm going to want to do it again, teased Ginny.

Harry relaxed slightly, and leaned down to kiss her. "Witch," he said, grinning.

Ginny giggled, then tried not to tense as he eased inside. She felt the barrier, and it hurt. Harry hesitated, and she brought his face to hers. "Do it. I ache to feel you inside me."

With those words, Harry broke through her virginal barrier. Ginny let out a little cry, and he held her close, not moving as she adjusted.

A tear fell from her eye and he licked it away. "I'm sorry, Ginny. I never want to hurt you."

Ginny palmed his face with both his hands. "They are tears of happiness. Harry, I feel you. I feel you inside me, and it feels amazing. Move, please."

Harry slowly withdrew, feeling her wince, then slowly moved back inside. Gods, it was the best kind of torture. He tried to go a little bit faster, and that was even better. His balls tightened, and he felt that now familiar feeling.

"Oh," gasped Ginny, feeling him come inside her. He thrust slightly, and she thrust back. She hadn't come, and she wanted to, although she had known it wasn't likely on her first time.

Harry collapsed on the side of the bed, face down. Damn, he'd come twice, and she hadn't come once! What sort of man was he? He hesitated, then opened his eyes to see Ginny looking at him, slightly amused.

"What?" he asked grumpily.

Ginny arched an eyebrow. "We just had sex for the first time, and you're giving me attitude?"

Harry chuckled, and rolled over, pleased to see his dick twitch yet again. Thank Merlin he was sixteen!

"You're right, and I'm sorry for the pissy attitude. Are you okay?" he asked tenderly, one hand caressing her breast.

She nodded. "I'm so happy our first times were with each other. I can't imagine ever letting anyone this close to me. Only you." They kissed each other languidly, until again, their passion ignited.

Their bodies fit together perfectly. Everything with Ginny was just so right, Harry realised. As he thrust inside of her, and as she thrust back, he chanted, "Love you, love you, love you."

He held her when she tensed, then let out a cry of amazement. He soon followed, as her release triggered his.

"Merlin, I saw stars," declared Ginny, panting. She looked over to where Harry lay, looking pretty pleased with himself. She pinched the nub on his chest and he yelped.

"Hey, no kinky stuff," he protested. "Yet."

Ginny giggled, then ran her hand lightly over his chest. "Now I get it."

"What?" asked Harry.

"Why they call it making love," she said.

"And making babies," he quipped, wiggling his eyebrows up and down.

"You want kids? How many?" asked Ginny, rolling on her side to face him.

"Hmm, lets see. I want a black haired, green eyed son. A black haired green eyed daughter. A red haired, brown eyed son, and a red haired brown eyed daughter, who will one day wear Great Aunt Muriel's tiara," said Harry, as he stroked her face.

"Great. You missed a great," explained Ginny. "Four? You want four kids?"

"No, then I'd like a black haired, brown eyed son and daughter, and a red haired, green eyed son and daughter. So, what's that. Eight. Yep, eight, a good round number. A Quidditch team. Team Potter, remember," he teased.

"No wonder Great Aunt Muriel said I'd lose my waist. Eight!" gasped Ginny.

"Great. You missed a great," reminded Harry. She nudged him.

He drew her close, and she snuggled into him. "Trelawney predicted I'd have ten kids one day," he mumbled, as they both fought sleep.

"Trelawney is a big fake who can kiss my ass!" scoffed Ginny. She jumped when Harry's hand found her ass and fondled it.

"Nope, that's my job now," said Harry happily. He yawned and waved his hand so the candles snuffed out.

"Love you," sighed Ginny, nuzzling his throat.

"Love you more," said Harry, dropping a kiss on her nose.

There was silence.

"Merlin, we're not going to be one of those sappy couples are we? 'Owl me, no you owl me first'," mimicked Ginny.

"Probably," said Harry. "Go to sleep."

There was silence.

"You don't have an owl, I do. So I'll owl you first," he said.

"Okay. Love you."

"Love you more."

"Prat."

"Your prat."

"Yes, mine."

"And you're mine."

"Okay. Love you."

He chuckled.

There was silence.

Sirius exited the floo, trying to be as quiet as possible. He hoped the kids weren't awake yet. He walked down the hall, needing coffee. He winced as he trod on the squeaky floorboard, looking up the stairs to see if there was any movement. He sighed in relief when there was nothing.

He turned to go to the kitchen and nearly jumped out of his skin. There, leaning against both door jambs, were Harry and Ginny, smiling knowingly at him.

"Mor-ning," drawled Ginny, smiling brilliantly at him. She pushed off and walked back into the kitchen.

"Breakfast?" asked Harry.

"Yes please," said Sirius. "I'm starving."

"Worked up an appetite, did you?" asked Harry, as Sirius walked past him.

Ginny snickered.

"All right, all right, enough. Yes, we had an enjoyable night," Harry tried to stifle a snort at that, "at dinner, thank you." He shot Harry a look.

"And Emmy, did she, er, enjoy it too. The dinner, of course," said Ginny, trying not to laugh.

"She was quite...fulfilled," quipped Sirius.

"Good to hear. Going to...dinner, can be so satisfying. Glad to hear you haven't forgotten anything, you old dog," said Harry, plating some bacon, eggs and sausage on his plate.

"Hey, I was the one that gave you the Talk, remember?" asked Sirius.

"Which we greatly appreciate, Sirius. Thank you," said Ginny, shooting Harry a look of love.

Sirius was just about to take a bite, when she said that. He paused, and saw the look that passed between them. Shit! If he didn't know better, he would think that these two were now...yep, he knew what those looks meant. After all, he'd seen Harry's own dad give his mum the same looks. These two had taken a step over the line from girlfriend/boyfriend to lovers.

"So, all packed?" he asked them.

"Yeah," sighed Harry. Ginny nodded, her mouth full. "How are we getting to the train station?"

"I was going to get you to floo straight through to Dumbledore's office. Just to be safe. Tonks sent me an owl last night. Five dead Death Eaters have turned up. Ak'd, all of them. Word is, old Tommy was not happy with his boys for their fun and games yesterday and punished them."

"What about the family that were cursed by them? They went to St Mungo's didn't they. The family with the little girl?" asked Ginny.

"They didn't make it," said Sirius quietly.

"Oh," said Ginny, putting down her fork. "Excuse me."

Harry and Sirius watched her go. "Did she know them?" asked Sirius.

Harry nodded. "It was Rose Zeller's family. She was a Hufflepuff first year last year. I think Ginny knew her through Hannah."

"Damn. Bastard!" said Sirius, slamming his hand on the table. He ran his hands through his hair in frustration.

"Listen, I don't like this anymore than you do. So I'll go off to Hogwarts and have my lessons with Albus, while you work from here on finding that seventh Horcrux and helping make sure families like the Zellers stay safe. Deal?" asked Harry.

"When did you get so wise?" chuckled Sirius tiredly.

"Now I know I have a reason to finish this. It has to end, Sirius. I want a life, where I don't have to look over my shoulder, or worry about whether my family could get hurt, or worse," said Harry.

"A life with Gin, huh?" asked Sirius. "You know, you're always gonna have your hands full with that one."

Harry smiled knowingly, and nodded. "I wouldn't have it any other way, Padfoot."

Sirius chuckled and shook his head. "Potters and red heads."

"Or, as Ginny would say, 'Red heads and Potters," quipped Harry.

Sirius barked with laughter, then continued eating. "You two look after each other, all right? Nev too. He's probably made himself a target after yesterday. At least the two of you will be in Gryffindor Tower together, and in lessons."

"I know, I was thinking about that this morning," said Harry. "I must admit, I'm pretty worried about her being in the Slytherin common room, but she'll have Daphne and Astoria there."

"Listen, I've got you something. A three way mirror. Just hold it up and call my name. We can talk any time you need to. Yours is disguised as a wallet, like mine. I got one for Gin too, hers is disguised as a compact." Sirius handed them to Harry.

"Brilliant. Thanks Sirius," said Harry. He picked up his and Ginny's mirrors. "I think I'll go give this to Ginny and see how she's going."

"There's only an hour or so till the train leaves," reminded Sirius dryly.

Harry winked. "But if we're flooing, we don't have to get there till tea time. Plenty of time."

"Time for what?" yelled Sirius. "What am I saying?" he said to himself, hitting himself on the side of the head. "I don't need to know. I am an ostrich, I am an ostrich," he chanted.

He finished his breakfast and sipped his coffee thoughtfully. He was going to miss the kids. He'd spent every day this summer with Harry, and it had been brilliant. He couldn't love the boy more if he had been his own. And Ginny, well, she was like the daughter he probably would never have.

"My family," he said. Remus, Tonks, Harry and Ginny. This new thing with Emmy. He understood what Harry meant.

They both had good reasons to finish this. Good women in their life.

If only they had a clue as to what the seventh Horcrux was.