Thank you so much for all those reviews!

DigNinMon- I'm not planning to bring any Scorpius/rose in this fanfic however the next story I have planned after this one will be entirely dedicated to that ship.

Aisucold- When I read the book I imagined him like that as well but I thought that since JK Rowling never gave us his real age it would be fun to make him older than his little brother and sister.

Ok so here you have the new chapter it's around the time that Hermione and Ginny are six months pregnant.

"James Potter! Come out of bed now or you will not get any breakfast!" Ginny's voice went through the whole house as if a group of elephants had arrived and this for the fifth time this morning.

Harry who had been reading the newspaper decided that he would put an end on it.

He laid his newspaper on the table beside his sofa, got up and went into the hallway, passing Ginny in the hallway.

"You just return to the kitchen, I'll handle this." He said giving her a worried look.

She was six months pregnant now, still had morning sickness, pain in the back and swollen feet. Actually she had almost every single pregnancy problem imaginable plus she craved for a 100 things at the time but refused to give in on them since she didn't want to gain more weight than necessary during a pregnancy and James sure as hell wasn't making things easy on her.

He went upstairs and walked into his son's bedroom where he was pretending to be asleep.

"James, what did I tell you about giving your mother a hard time?"

"I won't go! I won't go! I won't goooo!"

Harry walked towards his son's bed and looked down at him.

"Of course you'll go, we go every single month and it's not because you're punished and can't take your broom with you that you won't have to go this time. And besides by acting against your mother for taking away your broom you will only make your punishment longer and longer and longer because we both know your mother. So get out of bed right now before I give you an extra punishment and that might include the game next week."

A second later James had sprinted out of bed towards the bathroom followed by his father who helped him get ready.

At the breakfast table Ginny was balancing between being mad at her son for his behaviour the sixth morning at a row or relief that at least he was ready in time.

Meanwhile Teddy was talking loudly about how exited he was to see Victoire (or Vicky as he called her) again.

The two of them were very close friends and sometimes Harry, Ginny, Bill and Fleur would go nuts for the fact that they only shared their secrets with each other.

"Can I bring my new wolf-model with me to show it to Vicky? I'm sure she'll love it as well. Please, please, please, please…"

The begging, that was another part they had learned from each other.

Actually Victoire was the one that started with it every time she had to ask something and Teddy just copied it.

"There's no need to beg you know you're allowed."

Teddy jumped in the air and James looked at his mother.

"Mom, can I please, please, please, please, please have my broomstick back? I'm really, really sorry for my behaviour and I promise I will never, ever try to make a trip around the world on my broomstick again."

Ginny looked at Harry who gave her a what-are-you-looking-at-me-for-look.

"Alright than. But if you ever show such behaviour again young man you will not get away with it so easily!"

An hour later they arrived at the burrows and Teddy quickly started to look for Victoire which wasn't too difficult since she was already hanging around his neck within the first few steps he took.

She let go of him quickly and grabbed his sleeve.

"Come Teddy! Let's go to the garden!"

"Not so fast sweety, he has only just arrived."

Bill smiled at his young daughter. Her bright blue eyes threw him a puppy-look. "But please daddy, he wants to go to. Please, please, please, please, please."

Teddy and Victoire both walked towards one of the tree's and went to sit down.

"I need to show you something." Teddy said smiling and he showed her the little model he had found in diagon alley a week ago.

It was a tiny wolf but his skin changed every single minute in another colour.

He couldn't think of anything that resembled his parents so much as this.

"Ow Teddy, that's so pretty. Just like your mom and dad."

Victoire said looking at the little wolf that curled up in Teddy's palm and fell asleep.

She was only six years old but every one had already agreed that she was wit beyond measure and could understand people easily.

Arthur had once said that she would be the first Weasley in three generations to end up in Ravenclaw.

Bill always said that she had her mother's brains and Fleur agreed with that happily.

Meanwhile James was playing a game of quidditch with the other Weasley-children but since they were still to young to actually show any game-strategy the game soon ended and it was time to have lunch.

The past years the otherwise so quiet Weasley-table (or at least more quiet Weasley-table) had turned into a zoo.

Adults were happily chatting with each other at one end of the table while the children were sitting on the other end, yelling, screaming and playing with each other as they enjoyed Molly's delicious pancakes.

Short again I know but I think that short is the only thing I will be able to post these day's.

At least it's better than not being able to post at all right?

I'd still love to see a couple of reviews though …