Disclaimer: Of course I do not own Harry Potter nor any other characters, spells, etc. listed. But Rayven, Ebony, & Jenny are mine :-p Oh yeah, and the plot that's mine, too:-)

A/N: Wow...it's been a while...bet you all thought I'd never update ever again...Muahahaha...well here it is: Chapter 3! Yeah, yeah I know it's been what, a year and a half? And yeah I know I wanted to finish it before the seventh book came out, but, pshh, I'm way late on that one :-p...well I'm gonna try to update like every two weeks (softball and English permitting) I kinda decided yesterday to finish this just because writing my newest story (Lord Voldemort Goes Wiccan...Check it out :-p) in partnership with my cousin, Nonni426, (now known as Vampire Princess xox) has inspired me to take up my old story as well!...so enough blabbing from me and here it is! Don't forget to R&R!!!

P.S. You may want to go back and read the first two chapter, perhaps even the first story lol :-p

Chapter 3

"Where's Mother?" asked Rayven as he stood by his father's desk.

"She's at the hospital, how many times must I tell you?" answered a very aggravated Harry Potter.

"Is Mother dying?"

"What?! Of course not!"

"Someone hurt her, didn't they? I had a dream that Mother was hurt."

Harry stared open-mouthed at his three-year old son.

"No one hurt your mother. She's at the hospital because she's having a baby."

After a moments pause, Rayven spoke again, "She doesn't like me does she?" His voice was oddly cold.

"What makes you say that?"

"She wants another baby. Aren't I enough for her? It's because I cause too much trouble, isn't it? She wants a new baby, one that doesn't cause trouble, and you want a different one, too," said Rayven, staring at Harry, his eyes as cold as his voice. One could hardly tell that the child was just that: a child.

"Your mother and I love you and you know that won't change no matter how much trouble you cause us! Just because we're having another baby doesn't mean we don't want you!"

"Then why are you having one?"

"Well, we're having another baby because…well because…we want you to have someone else to play with! Now run along, I have lots of work to finish." Rayven stood and stared at his father for a few minutes before he finally ran off out the office doors.

Harry sat at his desk working on some important paperwork for the American Auror Association (where he'd been positioned at since Rayven's birth) for a few minutes when he looked at the clock and saw it was almost eight. Ginny had been gone for nearly three hours. Harry would have given anything to be with his wife, but someone had to watch Rayven and Ginny didn't want him at the hospital, knowing damn well the rebellious toddler would cause a scene. Harry had opted they hire a babysitter but no one would agree to watch the little monster, at least not after the last time. Harry wasn't sure whether the poor Muggle girl was ever going to be released from the asylum.

So Harry had been stuck watching his son while his wife was at the hospital giving birth to their child.

Suddenly, a sharp scream-like ringing began to fill the halls and room, catching Harry entirely off guard. He stood up so fast that not only did the chair he was sitting on fall over, but the bottle of pitch-black ink also poured out over all of the documents laid out in front of him.

"Shit!" cried out Harry as he pulled out his wand and hastily muttered, "Scourgify." to clean off the important articles. Harry only became aware of the continuous ringing that was still echoing through the house when he began to smell the distinct scent of something burning.

"Shit, the fire alarm!" screamed Harry as he bolted downstairs to find his entire living room full of a dark blanket of smoke. "Rayven?!"

Abruptly, all of the smoke vanished, the fire alarm ceased to ring, and the only thing left was a charred photo album and the small ash-covered figure of the three-year old.

"Yes, Father?" spoke Rayven as he smiled his innocent smirk.

Harry was speechless for a complete minute before he could gain back his composure and talk to the young child without using a vocabulary unfit for even a teenager.

"What…do you think…you are doing?" spoke Harry, slowly, in a voice that was obviously forced to sound calm.

"Nothing," smiled Rayven.

"Oh, I see…well you better get your little ass up those stairs before I curse you into nothing!"

"Yes, Father," Rayven practically skipped upstairs, obliviously quite pleased with himself.

Harry sighed and picked up the photo album that Ray had caught on fire. It was Harry and Ginny's wedding album, and only three pictures were left intact to be able to tell this.

"How could a child do this at only three-years old?" Harry wondered allowed. The answer to this question scared him and he decided not to ponder on it too long. Soon, another question loomed to the front of his mind…where had all that smoke come from? Slowly, Harry turned around to face the remainder of the room, in which he found his answer.

The curtains were charred; the coffee table black. Both couches were covered in black burn spots, and all plants were no more. Yet again, Harry let out a long sigh and pulled out his wand. He decided it was best not to tell Ginny of this incident, all she needed was to have a baby and come home to this, so with a flick of his wand…ok more like five…everything was clean and back where it should be. There was no trace of ashes anywhere, except of course for Ray.

So Harry started his ascent upstairs and stopped at Ray's room to find him sitting on his bed staring at the door as if he was waiting for Harry.

"Come on, you're getting a bath."

With that, Rayven jumped off the bed without a protest and followed his father into the bathroom where Harry turned on the taps and began filling the tub. When it was full, he stripped the toddler, picked him up, and placed him into the temporarily clear water.

"We are not telling your mother about this, ok?" said Harry as he began washing the child's hair and the blackness began to diffuse through the water.

"Mmhmm," smiled Rayven. Neither spoke the rest of the time.

As Harry pulled Ray out of the tub and began the process of drying him with a towel, they both heard the door open and then close downstairs.

"Ginny!" exclaimed Harry as he hastily wrapped the child in the towel, picked him up, and rushed downstairs. "Ginny!"

"Harry!" Harry placed Ray on the ground and embraced his wife inhaling her flowery scent. "Oh, Harry! I missed you!"

"I missed you, too!"

"Um, Mother?" The toddler was standing there, with his arms crossed as though he felt he, too, was owed a greeting.

"Oh, I missed you, too, Ray!" she said as she took her son into her arms, kissing him on the cheek.

"So? Where's the baby?" asked Harry, excitedly.

"Jenny has her," said Ginny as their next-door neighbor and friend walked in from the kitchen holding a bundle of blankets. She was the one who had taken up the responsibility of driving Ginny to and from the hospital.

"Here she is," Jenny said, as she handed the bundle to Harry. The baby was fast asleep, her jet-black hair already disheveled in a way resembling her father's.

"She's beautiful," said Harry in awe.

"Let me see!" exclaimed Ray. Harry walked over to Ray who was still in Ginny's arms and leaned in to give him a better look.

"Hmm…what'd ya name her?" he asked, looking up at his mother.

"Ebony May Potter."