They had their second therapy session in the days before Christmas. The topic their therapist Madam Harris wanted to discuss was why Draco expected Harry to be any different from when they married. If Harry was a selfish prick who was an arse to Draco's friends and family before, why should Harry be any different now? In agreeing to marry, they were agreeing to accept each other as they were, with all of their faults and flaws.
At first Harry thought this topic was going to be to his advantage, because Madam Harris was basically telling him it was okay to be an inconsiderate prick. But then Draco managed to turn the tide with his very first sentence.
"Because he wants me back," Draco answered. "He initiated the divorce. He broke the contract that we'd agreed upon. If he wants to reinstate it, then there are going to have to be some changes. I won't be going through the same situation again. If there is going to be a next time, he needs to be the type of person who will consider my feelings and discuss our problems with me. Otherwise, there's no point in going forward.
"That's what we need to work on then?" Harry asked. "Building a stronger marriage."
"And a healthier one too," the therapist added and Draco agreed.
For most of that session, they discussed everything Harry had done to show he could change and how they felt about it all, down to every last little emotion. Madam Harris was pleased with his effort, but advised him that this couldn't just be a onetime thing. For the rest of their lives together, he would have to continue to make an effort to get to know the people in Draco's life and to not judge them prematurely. Every little decision from now on needed to be made with the question of, "How would Draco feel about this?" in the back of his mind. And for the big decisions, he would forever more have to stop and ask Draco to make the decision with him. It was a lot to take in and process, but he thought he could do it.
At the end, they discussed a subject of Harry's choosing. "What are we going to do about Christmas and Eiona's birthday this year?" he asked.
"Well I'll wake up with her at the Manor and do presents. We'll visit my father around lunchtime. You're welcome to pick her up after that," Draco offered.
"But I want to be there in the morning when she wakes up," Harry replied.
It took some discussion, but eventually they agreed that Harry could spend the night at the Manor in one of the spare bedrooms. They would spend the morning together and Harry could take Eiona to the Weasleys for Christmas supper. The Malfoys would take Eiona to visit Lucius without Harry, leaving him free to visit with his friends. Harry was happy with the plan; the only possible snag was that Draco's immediate family was coming over for Christmas brunch at the Manor. Teddy and Dromeda wouldn't be a problem, but Mr. and Mrs. Black could potentially throw a wrench into the works.
As for Eiona's birthday, they decided on a small children's party and an outing. Draco wanted to have the party at the Manor and invite his relatives. Harry wanted it to be at the Weasleys, so that it'd be easier for all of his family to come. Eventually they compromised on having it at Grimmauld Place and inviting people they knew with young children, instead of fighting over which adults had to be there. Grimmauld Place contained limited space and they didn't have the time to throw a big party, making it was necessary to limit the guest list, so they agreed to invite equal numbers of children from each side.
The location for the family outing was left open, because neither of them knew a place where they wanted to go. Draco was too tired to think of anywhere, while Harry placed too much emphasis on this outing to choose quickly. The significance of this being their first family outing with the three of them since he had initiated the divorce was not lost on Harry. It would be like a family date, so it had to be perfect. It had to be a place both Draco and Eiona would enjoy.
The following day, when Harry went to pick Eiona up, Draco said, "I've decided where we should take Eiona for her birthday."
"Where's that?" Harry asked.
"To see the Children's Magical Puppet Theater up in Yorkshire. Mother and Father took me when I was little," Draco answered.
"A puppet show?" Harry tried not to let his disappointment show through.
"Yes. Why? Where were you thinking?"
"I was leaning towards the Children's park in Kent or the magical zoo over in Wales. Or maybe even have a garden tea party in Neville's greenhouse. Something with a bit more action."
"We could do both; the puppet show and then the park," Draco compromised.
There was some more discussion of the details, but they soon agreed. They would see a short puppet show and then apparate over to the park.
Christmas morning dawned a bit too early for Draco and Eiona. Harry woke up in one of the many spare bedrooms at Malfoy Manor and found that he was alone with the elves, for the other human inhabitants were in the habit of sleeping in past his usual wake up time. That was to be expected, because he worked and had to get up at a certain time, while the Malfoys were free to sleep in.
Eiona was the second one awake. She was normally a rather early riser, but if truth be told, Harry's constant peeping into her room to see if she was awake just might have been what woke her that morning.
Cissy appeared mere minutes later, dressed in her nightgown and wrapped in a robe. "Oh Harry, you're up. Happy Christmas."
"Happy Christmas," Harry returned merrily.
"Appee ima!" Eiona copied.
"My alarm on Eiona went off, but if you have her, then I'll just go dress," Cissy said.
Harry waved his mother-in-law off and saw to his daughter himself. He changed her nappy and took her to the dining room for breakfast. The Malfoys were having brunch, but they didn't expect a not quite two-year-old to wait, so she was fed. Since Harry wasn't planning on sticking around for brunch, he ate too. She got her mashed cereal in her golden blond curls, so afterwards he cleaned her up and dressed her in her Christmas robes. Then he let her free and followed her around the nursery as she explored.
There was one lone black ant in the nursery and sure enough Eiona found it. She had a fascination with the insects and she bent down, her bum thrust out, to get a better look. Harry watched her eyes follow the ant across the wall. When it reached the bookcase filled with sturdy cardboard books, crawling over the wooden surface, she squealed in excitement, a look of pure joy on her face, and jumped up into the air. Then she scooted over and bent down to watch again.
"Really, another ant Eiona?" Harry asked in fond amusement. He tried to keep the critters out of Grimmauld Place, but they inevitably snuck in and when they did, he loved to watch his daughter react to them.
A young house elf appeared with a sudden pop and said, "Little Mistress Ipheion is not to be playing with Ants. Mistress Narcissa told Dotty to make sure Little Mistress is not playing with the ants."
"Yes, thank you Dotty. I can handle it from here," Harry said.
"Dotty is to be killing all ants in the Manor, sir."
"Do you have to? Eiona is enjoying this one so much."
"Dotty will be a bad elf if Dotty doesn't follow Mistress Narcissa's orders, sir. Dotty will have to be punished, sir."
Because the elf was still so young and because she was Dobby's daughter, Harry decided to cut her some slack and let her do her job. He picked Eiona up, saying, "Come on Princess, let's go to the sitting room. She of course cried at first in protest over being taken away from her ant. "Of all of the toys in that nursery and you want to play with the ant. Drives your father crazy you know, but Daddy bought you something special to play with that I think you're going to like. Only I want to wait for Father to open presents. How about you find something in here to get into until he wakes up?"
Eiona still wasn't as happy as when she had the ant to watch, but she soon became distracted with a dish of candies. At first she picked them up clumsily in her little hands and popped them into her mouth, but soon she dumped the entire bowl over her head and sat down in the resulting pile. Worried they would melt into her clothes and hair, Harry then went about extracting the child out of the candies, Dotty appearing again to help with the task.
"What's going on in here?" Cissy asked entering the room, a large smile on her face.
Harry explained about the candies, to which Cissy reassured that they had a melt-proof charm on them. She then produced a thick candy cane for Eiona, scooped her granddaughter up, and smothered her in kisses and Christmas greetings. She wanted to begin opening presents, but he wanted to wait for Draco, and Eiona was too little to know what was being discussed and that she was being delayed. Ultimately they ended up waiting.
Draco rolled out of bed around nine and since everyone was waiting on him, he was escorted out to the main living room before he could dress. Unlike the sitting room, the main living room was decorated from floor to ceiling with Christmas baubles, charms, and boughs of evergreen. There was one giant tree under which were tucked the presents. They set Eiona loose, assuming she'd go for the presents, only to have to pull her back from pulling shiny baubles off of the tree.
"Let's try a present this time, eh Eiona?" Draco asked, handing a package over.
The toddler had little interest in the package, pulling away towards the shiny tree again. Harry pulled her back and sat her down on the sofa between him and Draco, Cissy seated on a nearby armchair. Draco tried again with the present and had to show her how to tear into it before she got the idea. She unveiled the doll and threw it aside so that she could crinkle and crumple the paper; she tried a few times to put it in her mouth, but each time her parents stopped her, pulling her hands and the paper they carried away from her mouth.
Harry retrieved the doll and removed it from its remaining packaging to show to Eiona. This time she took the doll, hugged it, and tossed it aside, because Cissy was spelling over a large box, which caught her attention. She jumped up and banged on the side of the box with two flat hands. They helped her open this one as well, which was a swing to hang from one of the trees out in the garden. Eiona, who didn't know what it was, settled for climbing into the large box and throwing paper up into the air.
"We should have bought you only the paper and box the way you're going today," Draco told his daughter lovingly.
"Well maybe that's just because she hasn't gotten what she wanted yet. I think she'll like my present better," Harry said, pulling out one of the gift bags he'd left there the night before and handing it over to Eiona.
Draco helped the toddler pull out the tissue paper on top to reveal a set of four toy ants. Each ant was different, between two and four inches long, and composed of three colorful pieces that could be popped apart and rejoined. They had a bit of give to them, but were mostly firm. Each piece was too large for a child to get fully into the mouth, to prevent choking hazards in such young children.
"An'!" Eiona cried, grasping at one of the ants and trying to pull it out from the set.
"Just a second, Sweetheart," Draco said, spelling the packaging away and leaving four ants behind in the bag.
Eiona picked up the largest blue ant and the smallest pink ant at the same time, one in each hand and each hand going invariable towards her opened mouth.
Draco picked up the second smallest ant, which was orange, and said jokingly, "This one must be the daddy ant."
"No the blue one in the daddy ant," Harry replied, picking up the remaining medium sized purple ant.
"No, the blue one in the father ant. You have the grandmother ant and the baby ant is the pink one," Draco retorted.
"I think this one is supposed to be the mum ant, actually. Only ants don't have mums and dads, but colonies and the babies are larvae," Harry said.
"Thank you ever so much for the lesson on ants, Harry. You are obviously where our daughter gets this affliction from," Draco replied teasingly.
Harry smiled, glad they could resume their former easy teasing and thinking that it must be a sign that they were headed in the right direction. "Hey, what makes you think it's an affliction?"
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe it's because they bite her?" Draco's tone was sarcastic, but still happy.
"Well on with the presents. She has an entire pile to get through," Harry said, hoping to change the subject. He had indeed played with ants as a child, although whether that was by choice or out of necessary from having so few toys, he didn't want to get into.
"I doubt you are going to get her interested in anything else right now; she seems rather enthralled with her ants," Cissy said, picking up a pair of packages and handing one each to Harry and Draco. "Perhaps we adults could open a few of ours."
They seconded that idea and each opened their gifts to reveal his and his night robes, pajamas, and slippers sets. The designs weren't the same, but the fabrics matched and went well together. Draco's were even spelled to expand with pregnancy and contract afterwards. They each thanks Cissy, before moving on to the rest of the gifts. Draco had gotten Harry a fancy pocket watch and some new ties and Harry gave Draco a massage chair. Draco gave Cissy a framed family portrait of the four of them. Harry gave her a scrapbooking kit, because he knew she enjoyed keeping photo albums and thought that she might like the muggle way of embellishing them.
"Thank you Harry, but whatever is it for?" Cissy asked pleasantly, looking at her kit.
"It's for decorating photo albums. It's all the rage with muggles, but you can use sticking charms and spellotape to paste the decorations in," Harry replied, taking his eye away from his shiny new pocket watch to explain. But then his eye went right back to his gift and he wondered at how much expense and trouble Draco had gone to for it. It wasn't that it was a costly piece that had him so pleased, but the phrase Draco had engraved on the back, 'For my love, eternally yours—Draco.'
It was possible that the watch had been commissioned months and months in advance, long before their marital troubles had gotten out of hand, but something like an engraving could be easily changed. Even if Draco had ordered it before, he at least hadn't bothered changing it. That meant he meant it now, currently, which brought a giant smile to Harry's face and had his stomach fluttering in a good way. Harry snuck a shy smile Draco's way, but Draco was too busy to notice, trying out his new chair and all sixty-two massage options. Being pregnant, Draco was eager for a back massage, which was a good indication that Harry's gift was well received.
A while later they managed to get Eiona away from her toy ants long enough to open her other presents. It was a large pile, but she got through it before eleven when the Blacks arrived. Andy and Teddy were first to arrive, stepping through the floo. Teddy, who was into anything that could fly, was clutching a new toy airplane the size of a handball.
As soon as Teddy saw the Malfoys, his hair colored shifted from forest green to blond. Andy had another present for Eiona and they had a small pile for Teddy. Harry was watching Teddy open up the set of flying cars he'd given him when as elf announced that there were visitors at the front door. Shortly after, Dobson showed the Blacks into the room, introducing them formally.
"Hello. Happy Christmas, Madam Black, Mister Black,"
Harry greeted, unsure what to expect from Draco's grandparents.
"I see my grandson is easy to forgive. I am not quite so forgiving," Druella said stonily in response to Harry's greeting.
"It's good to see you again," Cygnus said, with an air that conveyed the hidden message of, 'Don't mind the wife.'
"Mother, Father, brunch will start it just a moment. Do let's go through to the formal dining room," Cissy said, jumping in to defuse the tension.
"And er, I have to go. I'll be back later for Eiona," Harry said.
Luna and Neville had both requested Harry stop by. It was a welcomed excuse to avoid Draco's grandmother, because there was no telling what she would say to him. Druella was in her usual dower mood. Thus he was glad he'd arranged to stop for a visit with his friends around midday.
Harry said his farewells, kissing both Teddy and Eiona and leaving them with extra hugs, before apparating away. He spent the next few hours at Neville's house with a number of their old friends from Hogwarts, including Luna, Dean, and Seamus. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny stopped by for a bit, but he was going to see them later, so he didn't stir from his game of exploding snap with Dean for more than a wave.
In the middle of the Christmas carols, led by Luna, Harry suddenly realized that this was not where he wanted to be. His family would be visiting Lucius about now and he couldn't help but think about it. Lucius' after Christmas lunch was where he'd been for the last two Christmases, it was where his family was without him, and where he wanted to be. He couldn't give a rat's fart about singing these boring old songs. Thus he thanked Neville for inviting him and left.
Apparating to the outside of the Secure Treatment Facility, Harry made his way inside, allowing himself to be checked over by the guard.
"I didn't think I'd be seeing you here today, Auror Potter," Henley said as he performed the standard magical screening on Harry. Henley was one of the regular guards so they recognized each other.
"I didn't think I'd be coming. Is my family already here?" Harry asked.
"Yes; arrived five minutes prior to yourself. Surrender your wand and you're all clear; go on through."
"Thanks Henley," Harry said, passing over his wand and stepping passed the security checkpoint. It was all standard procedure that he was familiar with.
And then Harry was running in the direction of Lucius' room, down the hallway and through a side corridor and ignoring the fact that running wasn't allowed in here. He just had to get to Draco and Eiona and protocol didn't matter. He was, however, delayed upon reaching Lucius' room, by the security guard working the area. Harry was forced to sign the log book before allowed through Lucius' door.
All heads turned to the door as Harry opened it apprehensively, hoping that he'd be welcome. He caught Draco's eyes, saw Draco smile, and returned the smile. He entered the room fully and exchanged joyous greetings with everyone, including Lucius. He had an especially large hug for Eiona, who squealed with delight at seeing him again, even though it'd just been that morning.
"Harry, I wasn't expecting to see you here today," Lucius said. He had had a few choice words for his son-in-law about the divorce when Harry had first come around again, volunteering with the patients. But once he'd said his peace that was it and their relationship went back to normal.
"Well, er, I wasn't expecting to come; I just felt like I had to be here. I didn't want to miss it," Harry replied.
"We're glad to have you with us," Cissy said.
"Thanks," Harry replied, feeling at home with the Malfoys. If you asked him three years ago, he never would've thought that he would, but he did.
"It's good to see you here with the family. I hope this is a sign that things are looking up," Lucius said pointedly.
"I want them to be," Harry replied.
"Well that is a start," Lucius replied. "Now, I was just about to hand out the crafts that we prisoners are allowed to make as pittance for our families. Eiona, perhaps you can help your grandfather? They are in that red box over there."
Lucius pointed to a red box, which Draco aimed Eiona at and encouraged her to grab. Eiona pulled it down and then began pulling out handmade ornaments. They each had nametags on them, so as Eiona threw them on the floor behind her, Cissy took them and passed them over to the proper recipient. There was even a red and white beaded candy cane for Harry, which he thanked Lucius for.
Later, when Cissy and Draco took Eiona out to get juice and biscuit for everyone, Harry had a moment alone with Lucius.
"Harry, I want to know whether you've thought about what I said regarding duty to one's family and respect for one's spouse," Lucius said, eyeing Harry sternly and implying that these issues needed to be address if Harry was back together with his son.
Lucius was referring to a lecture he had given Harry about family duty and respect. In truth the lecture wasn't all that different from the one Arthur Weasley gave Harry and was surprisingly neutral, despite the fact that Lucius made it clear that Harry wasn't doing right by Draco or Eiona. The major differences between the two speeches was Lucius' emphasis on public opinion and keeping up appearances.
"Yes, I have. I am going to do a better job with both in the coming year, sir, I promise," Harry replied.
"Glad to hear it son." And then Lucius went off about public appearance and Malfoy family honor, again. Harry was used to the speech and simply listened quietly, nodding along where appropriate, his mind drifting to the joyful look on Eiona's face when she played with her toy ants.
Visiting hour went well and afterwards, Harry and Eiona followed Draco and Cissy back to the Manor. He was supposed to take her to the Weasleys now, but he wanted to see Draco home and have a chance to say farewell in private. Cissy seemed to know and took Eiona off to the nursery, in order to "pack a bag", despite the fact that Harry knew full well that the bag had been packed last night.
Draco led Harry to his sitting room and sat on his favorite chaise. "Thank you for a lovely holiday, Harry," he said, surprising Harry. It seemed they had managed to work things out well enough to enjoy their time together.
"You're very welcome," Harry replied, leaning down to share a farewell kiss.
Harry then retrieved Eiona from Cissy and flooed to the Weasleys for the usual Christmas dinner. All of the Weasleys would be there, including Victoire, but he planned on keeping the little veela away from his daughter, remembering the last time Victoire had gone harpy on him. He was so busy looking around the room, verifying that Victoire wasn't in it that he missed the proverbial elephant in the room. It was just George, Ron, and Hermione in the room at the moment along with an...
"Awl!" Eiona cried, jumping in Harry's arms and throwing her body in the direction of the birdcage on the side of the room. Inside was a common tawny colored barn owl.
"Oh yeah, Harry, he's from me and Hermione," Ron said, stepping towards the owl cage.
"We're glad you are finally ready to get past Hedwig. She was a wonderful bird…" Hermione said, coming to stand by Ron's side and wrapping her arms around her boyfriend's waist.
"But it's time for another wonderful bird," Ron finished.
"He's wonderful, you two. Thank you," Harry said, carrying Eiona closer to the cage.
"It's a boy. What are you going to name him?" Ron asked.
"It's a boy Eiona. What should we name him?" Harry asked his daughter.
"Awl," Eiona replied.
"Awl, as in Awlbus? George asked from the other side of the room."
"How about that, Eiona, Albus?" Harry asked.
"Awl," Eiona agreed, nodding her head enthusiastically and making her blond curls bounce.
"This is really great you two. Since I have to have a second owl, I'm glad it came from my second and third friends, ever, just like Hedwig came from my first friend ever," Harry said, opening up the arm not hold Eiona to hug Hermione. Hermione wrapped both of her arms around them in return. Ron piled on top, wrapping his arms around all three of them.
"Speaking of Hagrid, he's coming over soon, so make sure he sits in that chair. It's the only one magically reinforced to support his weight," George added, pointing to a rather large empty chair.
"Harry, Eiona is nodding off on you. Has she had a nap?" Hermione asked as they pulled away from the hug.
Harry took a look at the chair George was pointing to, before looking down at his daughter. "Ah, not yet," he replied.
"Here, let me take her upstairs," Hermione said taking the child off of Harry.
"Er, thanks Hermione. Just remember-"
"Yes, I know Harry, no playing with Victoire. I've been slashed myself," Hermione replied with an amused smile and Harry nodded.
"That little Vicky makes me not want to have kids," Ron confided in Harry's ear.
"Fleur swears that the monsters get better with age and become capable of controlling their rage. Bill reckons not so much, from his experience with Fleur," George added, stepping closer now that it was just the three blokes.
Ron shuddered and added, "But at least the claw marks from Fleur heal."
"Still, makes me think twice about sidling up to one of her cousins," George said and Ron nodded.
"Right, but aren't you worried she'll hear you?" Harry asked.
"Nope; Bill and 'em aren't expected until later," Ron replied.
"Mum requested that Vicky only be brought over in the morning or after naptime from now on. She and Dad don't heal as fast as they used to," George added.
"And Bill knows how the other parents feel about having Vicky around. He says he understands and wouldn't want his kid around Vicky either," Ron said.
"Yeah, I know he's apologized to Draco and me about it; Dromeda said he apologized to her about a scratch she gave Teddy. She said Teddy thought it was funny up until she actually scratched him," Harry said.
"Hagrid loves her though. She's welcome with him anytime. He's practically the only non-veela they can get to babysit," George said.
"I can imagine," Harry replied, nodding. "Where's everyone else? I've got a load of presents in this bag." He indicated the knapsack he had in addition to Eiona's nappy bag.
"Angelina and Lee were here for breakfast; they couldn't come for dinner," George said.
"Charlie is taking a nap, on account of the time difference from Romania. Ginny said he was up at three this morning and couldn't sleep," Ron explained.
"Ginny went 'round to Neville's with her boyfriend Michael," George continued.
"Percy and his girlfriend aren't expected until dinner," Ron added.
"Dad's in the kitchen keeping an eye on things; said he wants to be here when Hagrid shows up, to make sure the chair holds," George said.
"And Mum's resting, after a marathon in the kitchen. Come on, you should see the tray of pies she's made," Ron said, leading Harry towards the kitchen.
George followed and together the three wizards entered the kitchen, where Arthur was bent over an oven, basting a ham.
"Ah, Harry! Good to see you!" Arthur said jovially. He put down his baster and took off his oven mitts before engulfing Harry in a hug. "How was the morning with the Malfoys?"
"Good. I think it went really well, actually," Harry replied in the same cheerful tone.
"Excellent. Now when Hagrid gets here, he's probably going to be on about Madame Maxime again. I think she's a lovely woman, but the house just isn't big enough for the both of them. So whatever you do, don't suggest he fetch her." Arthur's tone was deadly serious now.
"Besides, these pies are too good to share like that. Try one," Ron said, his mouth full, a half-eaten miniature pie in one hand, and an untouched one in the other hand, which he was holding out towards Harry.
Harry took the pie and bit, a mouthful of flavor bursting onto his tongue instantly. He groaned in appreciation. "Your mum outdoes herself every time," he confirmed.
"Now George, don't be greedy. You already had half a dozen," Arthur said.
Sure enough, George had a pie in each hand, each with a bite taken out.
"Have to eat double for Fred," George explained through a mouthful of pie.
"Me too," Ron agreed, palming another pie.
"Come to think of it, they are rather tasty. Molly has once again outdone herself. I think I'll have another myself," Arthur said, grabbing one.
The four men were still in the kitchen finishing up their pies when there was a booming knock on the front door and a call of, "Arthur, Molly, are ye here?" It was Hagrid's booming voice.
"Coming," Arthur called as they all ran towards the door.
Harry was fastest, so he was first out and flinging himself into Hagrid's arms. Even after all these years, he still only came up to somewhere between Hagrid's shoulder and elbow and looked up to the half-giant like an uncle. "Hagrid!" he cried in excitement.
"Harry! Good ter see yeh. Is that fella of yeh's 'round with that ador'ble little miss?" Hagrid asked.
"Eiona's here, but Draco's not. She's taking a nap," Harry explained.
"Not still fightin', are yeh Harry?"
"Not so much, no. We've been getting on much better lately. He's still tired though and we haven't sorted everything out."
"Next Christmas, then?"
"Definitely," Harry confirmed.
"Alright, move out of the way. The rest of us want to greet him too and we can't really do that with your poncy self in the way, you know?" George asked good naturedly.
Harry got out of the way and watched as the three Weasley men greeted Hagrid with warm words of welcome and handshakes. He didn't have a problem with his sexuality when it came to hugging Hagrid; Hagrid was the first wizard he met when he was eleven; Hagrid was the one who carried his body out of the Forbidden Forest; Hagrid would die for him; Hagrid had always been there for him. The same could be said for Hermione and half the Weasleys, but he'd known Hagrid just a few weeks longer. So he didn't mind that he was the only wizard who hugged Hagrid.
"I see you've got the old motorbike flying again Hagrid. How'd you manage it?" Arthur asked, keenly interested in the converted muggle vehicle and its turbulent history. The thing broke down as fast as they could fix it and last he'd heard, the thing couldn't clear a hedge, much less fly from Hogwarts.
Hagrid, Arthur, and George were soon tinkering with the motorbike, while Harry and Ron went back inside. It was truly a happy Christmas.
Author's Note: Up next will be Eiona's birthday. There is a fuzzy period in my timeline after that before Lucius comes home. They should probably start doing something to prepare for the arrival of the new baby. What would you like to see?
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One of my other stories has ended, which means it's time for me to start a new one. I call Pulled in Two: Ginny versus Draco and Leo. It's a story about Draco and Ginny fighting over Harry. Ginny is his girlfriend, while Draco is the father of his son. He starts off wanting Ginny, but then he only wants to want her and doesn't want to want Draco the way he does.