Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
The manor was camouflaged by pink and glittery birthday decorations. The garden had been transformed into a fantasy fairy land. The "Weird Sister's" music filled the air as the antsy four year olds took turns at blindly pinning the tail on the hippogriff. Harry, Viktor, and Ginny shared a table under the white tent, sipping their cold drinks in the shade from the hot sun. Viktor stretched in his chair, "I can't believe my little Rosie is already four years old."
"This is a really wonderful party Viktor," remarked Ginny, looking over at Hermione who was showcasing the birthday cake, glowing with happiness. The chorus of "Happy Birthday" arose from the four year olds joyously and inharmoniously. Harry leaned in closer, "After Ron's accident, I didn't know if Hermione would ever recover. I really wanted to thank you. You truly saved her."
"You know I haf alvays loved 'er, but something vas alvays 'olding her back from me," Viktor paused and swiveled his wine, "You know, after ze Tri-Vizard Tournament Hermione told me she just vanted to be friends, and I've alvays vondered vhy…sometimes it really gets me thinking…"his voice trailed off. Harry and Ginny exchanged worried glances. Rose waddled over to Viktor and tugged on his robes. He picked her up and sat her on his lap. "Daddy, Daddy!" she squeaked in delight, "This is my favoritest party ever!" She reached up and kissed his cheek, then turned to her admirers and smiled sweetly. "Eets not over yet, pumpkin, I haf one more surprise…" Viktor walked over to the trees and revealed a baby unicorn to which the children squealed with glee. Rose clambered onto its back with Viktor's help and the other children touched its shimmering golden mane. Hermione smiled at the scene and kissed Viktor, "You're wonderful, you know that…"
Harry held sleeping Albus close to him, Ginny held his hand, and tired James trailed along behind them. "Haven't you ever wondered," whispered Ginny, breaking the silence, "Rose has red hair." Harry looked at the lamppost, deep in thought, "Ginny…Ron was my best mate, and for some crazy reason being around Rose makes me feel closer to him…but it just can't be…"
"I don't know, Harry," muttered Ginny as they walked through the moonlit streets back home after the party.