It was the middle of March and Molly was getting gradually more stressed out about the wedding. Harry and Ron had taken to staying at Shell cottage, just to get away. Bill and Fleur didn't mind. They seemed to be happy for the help.
"Arry" Fleur said one morning in her thick French accent, "I 'ave some wonderful news"
"She never says my name like that," muttered Ron under his breath.
Bill glared at his youngest brother and then said, "Fleur's having another baby"
"That's brilliant," Harry exclaimed.
"I'm going to be an uncle," Ron shouted, "Again!"
Just at that minute Victoire began to cry.
"I'll get 'er" Fleur said, gliding out of the room.
They sat and talked for a while. Just as it began to get dark Harry left the rest of them and walked outside to see an old friend.
Kneeling before Dobby's headstone he remembered Dobby's last great act. He had saved them all that night. If he hadn't have died saving them Voldermort would probably still be at large, creating many dark wizards. He felt a tear roll down his cheek, but he didn't brush it away. He had loved the sill little elf.
Harry sat there in the dark for a good hour, until Ron came out to get him.
"Come back inside mate," Ron said, "You'll catch your death out here."
He did as he was bidden and walked slowly away from the brave little elf, who had died free.
When he got back inside Ron was holding his little niece. It was clear to see that he adored her. He was definitely her favourite uncle. She didn't even take to Charlie as well as she took to him. When Percy held her she cried until her little face turned purple. Harry smiled, he hadn't seen Ron with children a lot, but now that he did it was clear that he was a natural with them.
Finally it was time for the pretty little girl to go to bed, and Ron reluctantly handed her back to her mother.
"You're adorable with her," Bill said, "you and my little blonde haired beauty."
Ron smiled at his brother. It was clear to see that Ron liked being acknowledged for being good at something.
Harry decided to turn in. He was anxious to see if Marlow was going to return in the morning. He stood up and said goodnight to everyone and walked up to the guest room that he and Ron were sharing.
The next morning Harry was awoken very early by Victoire who was in the room next door. He looked over at Ron who hadn't stirred. He had to give it to Ron he could literally sleep through anything.
Walking down the stairs he glanced at the date on the top of the paper. Panic beginning to rise in him he realised that he was supposed to be collecting Teddy from Andromeda in an hour. He rushed around, and even managed to wake up Ron in the process.
"What are you doing," He grunted, as he rubbed his eyes.
"I've got to collect Teddy," Harry said looking for the other sock to match the one in his hands.
"Oh," Ron replied sinking back into his pillow, and snoring again within second.
Harry finally managed to get himself up and ready in time to apparate there exactly on time.
When he arrived he saw Teddy, who was now 13 months old, sitting with a small duffel bag, containing his clothes for the week.
"You didn't forget did you," laughed Andromeda looking at Harry in his massy stated. Harry grinned sheepishly back at her picking up his godson and preparing to leave.
When Harry returned to shell cottage Fleur snatched Teddy from his arms and sat him down with Victoire.
"Maybe they will fall in love when they are older," she thought out loud.
Harry laughed and watched them play. It was far too early to think about them falling in love, Teddy was just turned one and Victoire was 3 months away from her first birthday. It seemed so unreal that these two infants would grow to have children and other lives of their own
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