Chapter 4

Saturday. The whole morning I've been busy with classes for the young karate masters. The "baby-group" is on Saturday mornings. It's a group for the youngest little karate masters in town.

On Saturdays I only have the youngest groups on the morning and then I was free after lunch to go to the "Weasley Villa" –as Ginny's brother's Fred and George calls it– for the famous Saturday Lunch.

And that is were I was at the moment.

The whole Weasleyclan and their partners –with the exception of Charlie, of course, who's still single as a mountain troll– was seated by the large table in the dining room for the traditional Saturday Lunch.

In the beginning Molly started up these lunches to make sure the family kept in touch. "Family's the most important thing one can have". At least that's what she always said. It was funny because something always told me she didn't do these lunches for the whole family. She did it for me. I never had a family that loved and cared for me when I grew up. Now I suddenly do and I think Molly and Arthur wanted to compensate for every family lunch I never had.

"Be careful with that", Molly shrieked as Fred and George, playfully, cleaned the table of the dishes. Molly had made the most delicious lasagna for today. It always seems to fascinate me how she can cook for fifteen people and still get leftovers.

"Of course, mother", Fred said.

"We wouldn't dream of breaking anything", George said and the twins sent mischievous grins at Molly, the ones that always made her nervous.

The twins are famous for breaking things, you see. It's almost like a talent for them, it's a bit scary how they break things so naturally and then they take the pieces of the broken item and takes it to their shared apartment. God only knows what they're doing with all the pieces... And what their girlfriends think about them still living together...

"How's the force treating you?" I asked Ron when I sat down with him, Hermione and Ginny at the sofa.

"You mean the paperwork?" he asked and scrunged up his nose. I laughed. "Well, mate, it's not what I had in mind when I applied for the job. Somedays I feel like you did right by dropping out..."

"And then the next day you'll be reminded why you stayed", I finished for him. Ron nodded at me and smiled dreamily.

"You're absolutely right", he said.

"Oh, and Ginny and me bought you something when we were in Thailand", I said and Ginny picked up two small boxes from her purse.

Hermione got a book –surprise!– about meditation. It's a kind of private joke since Hermione needs to slow down sometimes and just breath, or meditate. She laughed when she saw the cover so I suppose she got the drift.

Ron got the wristwatch I told you about earlier, if you still remember it, that is. It's the silver one with the word "Frada" spelled in golden letters at the watch's center.

"It's beautiful", Hermione said and Ron turned his attention to Hermione who sat next to him. Suddenly no one else existed in the room for the two of them. I can't remember having someone ever watching me the way they watch each other, or watching someone that way either. That was the good thing about me and Ginny, we never had to dance around each other, it was always easy. I think that's why I love her.

I turned to look at my wife who was already looking at me and I could see the question clearly in her eyes. It was so clear it made me swallow.

"We were never like that, were we?"

The only thing I could do was shake my head and look away from her. I don't know why I felt so uneasy by that but I did. Her eyes looked almost hurt, making my heart clench painfully by the sight.

A whistle came from behind me, I supposed it was from the doorway and it also told me the twins were now done with the dishes.

"Lay off the eye-sex now, love-birds", a voice said, coming from the direction of the doorway and it wasn't Fred or George's.

Both Ron and Hermione turned a very unflattering shade of red and hastily looked away form each other.

"Sod off Bill", Ron all but spluttered and sent a glare towards his eldest brother who just chuckled at him.

"Where have you left Fleur? So I know where not to go", Ginny smirked at Bill who sent her a pointed look. The rest of us smiled slightly. We all know how much Bill dislikes our dislike of his wife. Espescially his pregnant wife.

"She said she wanted to shower so I lent her your towel, the baby likes it better", he responded making Ginny snort.

So far the Saturday Lunch seemed to go according to tradition.

"Come on Harry, we're going home", Ginny told me and left the living room. I sat still in the sofa, absolutely gobsmacked. Did she just order me as if I was a dog...?

Hermione looked at me with sad eyes and a tilted head. I smiled slightly to her before saying my farewells to the whole family.

I knew better then to take up an argument with Ginny so I obeyed and went to the car were she was already in the drivers seat. When I opened the door to the passenger's seat and sat down a stiff silence greeted me.

"Seatbelt", was all she said in the car that day. I had no idea what had happend to get her into this mood.

It's never fun to sit in a limited area with a mad Ginny. Espescially with a mad, silent Ginny. It was always something I didn't know how to handle, even after all this time I don't know how to handle her when she's on one of her moods. There was always the most obvious reason for the moods, according to Ron. He said that women doesn't like when we take things for granted or assume things so all I should do was ask.

"Are you on your period?" I asked when we were inside the house, which seemed to be the wrong thing to ask if the look she sent me was anything to go by.

I could see her face going red and hands start to shake.

The absolutely, by far most scary thing to see is a furious Ginny. Espescially if it was you who caused it, it makes you feel like a sheep staring at a bloodthirsty lion. Or a person walking in front of a bull, completely covered in red.

"Okay, I admit that wasn't the right thing to say, but can you just tell me what's going on? Why did we just leave? I'm supposed to meet Sirius and Remus later for dinner and I don't want to go if the both of us are going to be mad", I said, reasonably and looked sternly at her.

Bloody hell, we should have given her the meditation book instead of Hermione.

And then I remembered something extremely stupid. I shut my eyes and bit my lip.

"So that's why you won't be home for dinner? You're going to meet them?" she asked, grabbing the wall to support her shaking body.

"Yes. You know what I'm..." She didn't let me finish that sentence.

"Why?!"

"He's my Godfather, Ginny, I have to get to know him. I want to get to know them both and they can tell me about my parents. I could finally have a family."

"But you do have a family! Mum and dad took you in when you had no one, Harry! These men waited twenty three years to contact you, who knows what they're after?"

"So if anyone wants to get close to me they need to have an ulterior motive? Then what was Molly and Arthur's, may I ask?!"

"They just wanted you to have a family!"

"And we both know how well that played out", I said and went by her, towards the door to leave.

"They're not your family, thay can never replace your family!", she spoke stiffly with restrained anger.

"Why? Because they waited twenty three years or because they are both men!?" I shouted before I all but ran through the door. And so I was gone.

I didn't come home that night.

The road was cold as it left me with nothing but my thoughts.

Everything had happened so fast, one moment I was sitting with Ron and Hermione and the next I was home in an argument with my wife.

And now I'm here. Completely frozen and very possibly lost. The road didn't look empty to me but the silence didn't agree. I could see straight forwards as if walking in a tunnel, comatose.

"Potter?"

A strained voice caused me to turn my head as if breaking my trans. The face was stunned, as if not expecting to see my arse walking around in a soundless, crowded road after lunchtime.

As I took a look at that pale face with blonde hair I stepped into some kind of dilemma. At least it felt like it.

I mean, he was the caterer on my wedding, I've had conversations with him, not that many, I know, but conversations still. Sould I call him Draco, or Malfoy? You see, he called me by my last name –oddly enough– should I do the same?

"Malfoy", I nodded in greeting. The man in question raised one delicate eyebrow at me in interest. I hope. His eyes were not a warm grey but they still took away a bit off the coolness in the air as they watched me.

"This isn't where I imagined seeing you", he said cryptically. Did he imagine seeing me at another place? Wait, did he even expect me to show up at a certain place at all?

"Then where did you imagine to see me?"

I don't know why but it looked like the man's cheeks turned an embarrassing shade of red. Coming to think of it it was quite chilly outside.

Malfoy cleared his throat and looked away for a moment. "I better get going", he said and before I could ask to where he strode away.

And then he was gone, as fast as he had come.

I continued walking alone until I realised I had no idea where Remus and Sirius lived and so I didn't know in which direction I was supposed to go.

Didn't really matter, I thought. It must still be a couple of hours until we were supposed to meet for dinner.

And that's when my phone rang.

I picked it up from my pocket and saw an unfamiliar number on my phone.

"Harry Potter", I answered and heard an audible sigh form the other end of the line.

"Thank heavens, I wasn't sure we got it right", Sirius said. "Where are you, Harry? You were supposed to be here half an hour ago".

Shit.

"I'm sorry, I forgot the time, but I'm on my way now, I just don't know the way. I'm sorry".

"It's no problem", Sirius said before I he started talking to someone in the background, probably Remus. "Where are you?"

I looked around myself. Where the hell was I?

"There's a statue here that looks a bit like a dragon, I think", and then I suddenly realised where I was. "I'm by the karate studio", I said. Somehow I had walked the back way towards the studio, which means that Malfoy most certainly just came from Muggle's now. Of course!

"Remus is on the way".

I found myself staring at the floor first thing I did when I stepped into the two men's house. My jacket was still on, making me sweat in the warmth of the house.

Sirius and Remus looked nervously at each other but I couldn't take my eyes off of the creature on the floor.

"Sirius. Remus", I said monotonely. "Why is there a child on the floor?"

"This is Natalia", Remus said. "We have her some nights and some days just as a test for a couple of weeks before a social worker will come and determine whether or not we get to keep the little angel".

The little angel sat on the floor with a Barbie doll's head in her mouth.

"According to the psychoanalysis a child explores through the mouth in the early stages of life", Remus said as Sirius bent down to take the doll from Natalia. He rolled his eyes.

The look on Sirius' face when he watched the doll in his hands, the head and hair completely covered in saliva, was the best thing I've ever seen. If the small chuckle that left Remus was anything to go by, I don't think this was rare.

"She's 62 weeks old", Remus said.

"Why don't you just say that she's a year and two months?" Sirius asked and I chuckled. That's one thing I never understood with parents either, why they always spoke of the child's age in weeks. I'm just happy it wasn't days.

I tuned out the two men's discussions and instead examined the little girl on the rug. She had beautiful blonde hair in a mess that reminded me of Hermione's.

Natalia's eyes were a pale brown, almost like a cardboard-box and looked slightly too big for her little, pale head.

When our eyes met and her mouth was doll-less I couldn't help but feel happy for the two men who wanted to start a family.

"She's beautiful", I said, causing the two men to turn their heads to me and the discussion died out.

I looked at the small child that sat before me on the rug. Her gleaming and playful eyes staring at me with drool on her chin and it hit me. This was what Ginny always wanted. She wanted a family, a child, a husband. The thing is that I want all of that too –part from the husband bit, of course– I just don't know why I'm so against it now?

"Are you ungry, Harry?" Sirius asked from behind me.

"Yeah", I said. "Is it a problem if I could stay for the night? I feel like I have a lot of questions and you have just as much answers".

(A/N) I'm sorry this chapter isn't that long, UNI came in the way but I do promise I have some things in store for the next couple of weeks... *winky winky*