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Ok, so here you have the next chapter.

Harry was busy reading the daily prophet when Ginny entered dropping herself in the sofa next to Harry. She felt exhausted. Harry pulled his arm around her shoulder without taking his eyes of his newspaper. Leaning against his shoulder like that she started to think about the past year.

There were no new pregnancies inside the Weasley-clan, Molly took the surprise-wedding of George and Alicia pretty well and Ginny herself had found herself thrown on the thin line between a career and raising two children.

James was only one year old but it was already painfully obvious that he took after his grand-father and uncles. Which wasn't really fair considering that George's twins (which turned out not to be identical) were the school-example of calmness and even were called 'peace and quiet' by their father.

She let out a sigh and lowered the newspaper and looked at her smiling as he let his hand go through her hair.

"James gave you a hard time again?"

"No, James was easy for one evening, it's Teddy that made the problems tonight"

"What do you mean?"

It seemed almost impossible that the four-year old Teddy would cause any problems; he was even more peaceful than Fred and George Jr.

"He wants you to tell him another story tomorrow-evening, instead of a beetle."

"Which one?"

Ginny freed herself from her husband's arm and went to sit up straight so she could look him in the eye.

"Ow Harry, isn't obvious? He wants you to tell the story about a certain were-wolf and a certain auror and how they fell in love."

Harry dropped his newspaper to the ground, making the people on the pictures scream.

One witch who had won the award for best kept magical garden even gave her a rude gesture before she checked if her hair still looked alright but Harry didn't notice this.

"But he's only four years old?"

Ginny shook her head and grabbed her husband hand's gently, looking him in the eyes.

"No child's too young to find out about their parents Harry. How old were you when you started to ask questions to your aunt and uncle. They didn't answer those and how did you feel? I'm not asking you to tell him how they died, you can try and make him understand that when he's older but for now… just tell him how they met, tell him how they fell in love or how his father learned you the patronus-charm… Just give him something."

Harry nodded and leaned back into the sofa. "Alright, you win, you're right… again. I'll tell him a story about his parents tomorrow evening."

Ginny started to kiss him and the next five minutes they snogged as if they were teenagers again after they broke apart Harry just smiled at her.

"You truly are one of a kind."

"Indeed I am, but admit it. That's exactly why you love me so much."

The next evening Harry entered Teddy's bedroom.

He had been thinking all day at work about the story he would tell today, which was actually the reason why he still had some unfinished work waiting for him downstairs.

He went to sit on Teddy's bedside and looked at the picture on Teddy's night table again.

Two parents holding their child thinking about how they would see the future for their son.

He was sure that no one would think that at the age of four their son's godfather would be looking at this picture before he would tell him a story about his dead parents.

"I asked Ginny to ask you to tell me a story about my mum and dad."

Harry nodded looking at the guy; he had chosen tomato-red hair tonight which made him look like Victoire's twin brother.

The almost two years old Victoire had learned how to walk around in the house and every time they visited, Teddy always took it as his responsibility to play with her and look after her as the adults started to talk.

"Yeah, she asked me. And I've made a decision on that one. I'm not going to tell you the whole story in one evening that would make it way to rushed you see. I'm going to tell it to you piece by piece. Every evening that it's my turn to put you in bed I'm going to tell you another piece."

Teddy nodded and Harry started to tell how he met his father on the Hogwarts-express, how he was the best teacher Harry had ever known, how he teached Harry to perform a patronus-charm, how he discovered that Lupin was a friend of Harry's parents, about that one night at the shrieking shack… before he discovered it he was already talking for an hour.

"We better leave the rest for some other night." Harry said and got up, thanking every single great wizard he knew that tomorrow was a Saturday or else Ginny would absolutely freak out.

"I think my dad was one of the best wizards in the whole wide world."

"Yeah, he certainly was."

As he got of the stairs he suddenly realised something, he stood still and wondered if they would still live on private drive number 4.

Ginny entered the hallway and looked at him.

"I was already wondering where you were. What are you thinking about?"

Harry remained silent for a few more seconds and than looked at her.

"Ginny? Would you like to go to the Dursley's tomorrow?"

She lifted her eyebrows and her eyes started to examine him.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. I just got this feeling that I still have some unfinished business over there. When I left there… Dudley had started to say all these weird things and Petunia wanted to say something as well. It was just way to rushed back than and I want to finish those goodbye's. The kids don't have to come; we can take them to Ron and Hermione tomorrow. It just feels like something I still need to do."

"Well than. Let's do it. But I don't know if it's a wise idea to come so unexpected."

"Coming expected will only leave you in front of a closed door." Harry answered.

The next day, a sleepy Teddy and a singing James were sitting in the back-seat of his car on their way to the Phoenix house which was the name of Ron and Hermione's place.

"Ginnyyy, he won't shut up!" Teddy said as James started to sing again.

Maybe singing was a great word; he just made some noises on lullaby-melodies.

Ginny gave Harry a why-did-you-have-to-put-him-into-bed-so-late-look before she turned to Teddy.

"It's just a few more streets Teddy."

Ron and Hermione were happy to watch on the kids for a day and didn't even seem to mind the late warning.

They were more worried about the fact that Harry and Ginny were going to see the Dursley's.

"We'll be fine. And in case we don't turn up again, you know where we went and you know where they live." Harry said smiling as Ginny already walked back to the car.

He waved one more time at Teddy, Ron and Hermione who was holding James who seemed to have found a new fascination in his fingers.

Ok, so here's the new chapter, I hope you liked it.

I guess everyone can suspect what the next chapter will be.