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After returning to Grimmauld Place, Harry sat down to think in one of the guest rooms. It was the one he still hadn't shown Hermione for fear that she would go into hyper-mode. A large bookshelf stood along one wall, stocked with as many books it as could fit. Next to the books was a large green armchair which Harry now sat down in. He, Ron, and Hermione were going to get Slughorn's memory, Hermione had been trying to get him and Ginny to start dating, and now he was going to have to cancel his plans with her. He walked into the small sitting room on the second floor, and started a fire in the hearth. He Summoned the next letter, and, opening the envelope, began to read.

Dear Harry,

Happy Birthday! Now, I know we've mainly been telling accidental magic stories, but just because you're a wizard doesn't mean those are the only funny moments from you. Oh, no! I thought that magical babies were born knowing how to walk and talk! Exactly. So today you're hearing the story of when we got the cat. Ah, yes. The cat. Sirius hated her. He did. She was gorgeous, though. A calico. Her name was Tiara. Lovely name for a cat. Alice chose it. And Tiara took quite a liking to her. Neville, too.

It took Tiara a few days to get comfortable with all of us, but once she did it was great. And she slept a lot. Anywhere and everywhere. So one day, when we had just put you to bed for a nap, Tiara went missing. We didn't notice at first, but once we did, we spent a good twenty minutes looking for her. By this time, your naptime was over, so Mum went to get you. She goes into the room, and a few moments later I hear "James, come in here." So I walk in, and the cat was in your crib! She'd crawled in just after you, and curled up in the corner. You had fallen asleep with your head on Tiara. I think it may have been one of the cutest things I've ever seen. Until Tiara stood up. When she stood up, you woke up. And being a baby, you weren't too pleased with being woken up. Tiara, who'd been standing in the doorway, ran for it when you started crying. But Sirius was coming over, and he actually managed to be early for once. When Sirius knocked on the door, Tiara went into panic mode. She ran around the house at top speed for ten minutes. After a while, you stopped crying and watched as she raced around, laughing.

We gave Tiara to the Longbottoms before we put the charm in place. I'm sure she's doing just fine. I wouldn't be surprised if Neville's brought her to Hogwarts.

We love you, Harry. Have a good third year.

Love,

Mum & Dad

P.S. Don't give up on the ladies. They'll come 'round eventually.

P.P.S. First of all, you're too young to be dating. Second, I'm not sure what advice your father is trying to give, but try not to be a nuisance and ask her out every time you see her.

Harry, who had laughed his way through this letter, stood up and walked around the room absently. What had happened to Tiara? And what had driven his parents to write these letters? Shaking the questions out of his mind, Harry turned back to the fireplace. The fire had grown quite large now, and was giving off a lot of heat. Taking a handful of Floo powder from the pot on the mantle (he had one on each fireplace), he stuck his head into the Weasley's kitchen. He did, after all, have his own lady to deal with.

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Harry collapsed on the chair, still in shock. That, he concluded, went extremely well given the circumstances. All the same, he couldn't stop replaying the embarrassing scene in his head.

"Well - I - you know, D.A. stuff and… After swimming going somewhere."

"What?" Ginny had looked genuinely confused by his copious amount of stuttering.

"We have to find a different time to go on our date."

"A date, is it?" she'd asked, with a hint of a laugh in her voice; there was certainly one in her eyes.

"Yes…."

"If that's what you want to call it. Where should we go?"

"Muggle place? How does lunch on Friday work?"

"Great! See you tomorrow!"

The worst part of it, Harry thought miserably, was that he was almost sure their conversation had been listened in on, whether or whether not the ears had been extendable. He lay in the chair for several minutes, trying to block out the awkwardness, when he remembered something. He was supposed to be taking care of Teddy on Friday from nine to noon. He groaned, sliding off the chair almost completely. After a moment, he sat back up, resolving to give Teddy back to Andromeda and Apparate to the Burrow from there. He and Ginny hadn't ever agreed on an exact time, meaning that anytime around lunch would be acceptable.

His stomach grumbled, a reminder that he still had today's lunch to think about. He walked down into the kitchen to eat, his mind still stuck on the issue at hand.

Thanks for reading! This story now has over fifty followers, so thank you for that. I know this chapter isn't very long, but it was originally a part of the last chapter. The reason I changed it was because I already had the P.S. planned and it just fit so well! I'm sorry to anyone who supports the theory that Crookshanks was Lily's cat, but I didn't want to have to figure out all the other details that would require. Cassandra30 and ragsweas, thank you for the reviews. Capecodcanal, thank you for all the reviews. I looked up PTSD and found out that I was accidentally putting in and planning on putting in several symptoms... interesting to see that's how I imagined post-war Harry.

In the reviews: house-elves? What do you think? Should I introduce one? On a slightly sadder note, today is the nineteenth anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts... wands up /*