A/N: I am glad you were all so hyped for 'booty' camp. I initially didn't have that much written for it but I felt like it needed more after all the comments and this was a great opportunity for more Sirius!


Harry's earpiece clicked and then a quirky female voice came on. "Good morning, Pangolin."

He adjusted his rifle from his position. "Morning, Dora."

"Hey!"

"Magenta, my apologies," he muttered, peering over the side of the roof. "You're my IT assistance for today?"

"Yep," she said cheerfully. "I'll be watching the radars and checking any info you may need."

After a little bit of chatter, the radio went silent again and Harry settled into his position again. While it was tempting to fill his time letting his mind wander to Ginny, he fought against it. He had to remain focused, and he wasn't sure if he'd manage if he was daydreaming about Ginny.

An eternal few hours later, his radio clicked again. "How's it going?" Sirius asked.

"So far five people have passed. None matched the description, but one did seem to look suspicious," Harry reported.

"Describe them to me," Sirius said.

Harry smiled to himself. He checked the visor for a moment and then relaxed. "Tall man in his early forties, longer black hair, and grey eyes. He had a suspicious aura."

"You little shit," Sirius let out. "That was me."

Harry grinned. "Really?" he said innocently. "I hadn't noticed."

"Cousin," Dora said. "Are you cursing while I can hear? My mother will be so disappointed in you."

"In our family, disappointment is not an impressive feat," Sirius muttered.

"Guy passing, could fit the description. Holding a post-it note and walking towards the building," Harry interrupted their conversation.

"Hold fire, I'll confirm if it is him," Dora told him.

Harry aimed his rifle in case Dora gave him the green light to shoot. "He is entering the building."

"You can shoot him upon exit," Dora said. "Magica and Skip, please stand by on the ground."

Harry waited, his finger hovering by the trigger. The door opened and his finger flexed, but it was someone else, a woman exited the building. He breathed out. The door opened again a minute later. As soon as the man stepped out completely, he pulled the trigger.

The man pretended to be hit and fell down on the ground.

"Target eliminated, Skip and Magica, please enter building and investigate," Dora said. "I heard you were taking leave for almost a year. What's that about? You used to race me for achievements and now...?"

His earpiece clicked again and he knew Sirius had returned. "Can't believe out of all people, I didn't tell you," Sirius commented.

"What's going on?" Dora asked.

"Nothing," Harry said. "My girlfriend is pregnant. I am taking time off to prepare for the baby. With my studies and everything... I can't really manage frequent assignments."

"Oh, how adorable!" Dora let out. "You didn't tell me you had a girlfriend!"

He grumbled inwards. "I didn't have one the last time I saw you."

"Harry! You know how those things happen, right?" Dora let out, sounding a little too amused.

He shook his head. "I do. While we could have been more cautious, she was on the pill. We're not total idiots."

"You're in a new relationship and you trust them to be diligent with birth control?" Dora asked.

"She is my best friend, I knew she was."

"Oh, your best friend?" She sounded really intrigued. "Tell me more."

"We had been best friends for years, we study together, we hang out a lot... and then suddenly there was a spark," he said.

"If I have to believe your parents," Sirius interjected.

"You're still here?" Harry groaned.

"There was nothing sudden about it," Sirius continued undisturbed.

"This weekend is already excruciating enough, watching the minutes tick by without your incessant pestering," Harry said. He could feel his mood taking a dive.

"You just want to go home to your girl?" Dora asked.

He felt his cheeks heat up. "Yes. What if there's suddenly so much more bump? Or something else? And I've just not been away from here for more than a night since we found out. Makes me uneasy, to be fair." He gritted his teeth. "I am madly in love with her, and I'd rather be there than anywhere else, okay?" he admitted. "And putting me as sniper is torture. I am literally counting seconds."


Her mum walked up to Ginny as she rested in the canopy swing in the garden. Molly sat down beside her.

"I am not used to seeing you without Harry anymore," her mum commented.

Ginny chuckled. "I was thinking the same thing."

Her mother eyes her carefully. "I am glad you two found each other. You never brought around the guys you were dating, it worried me... And if I have to believe Ron and Harry's comments, some of them were bad news."

Ginny didn't feel like digging deep into her past love life. "You think getting pregnant was the better option?"

"Maybe not that ," she admitted. "But Harry is, I know that." Her mum looked out into the garden. "And you know, who am I to judge?"

Ginny had been wanting to ask her mother about her first pregnancy, because she had so many things to sort through herself. "Did you get married because you were pregnant?"

"I did." Her mum's eyes landed on her again. "Back then that was the proper thing to do. I love your father, and we had talked about marriage before then. We wanted to get married, but then we had to, and quickly too."

Ginny nodded. The situation had been different. "I think I'd marry him soon if I wasn't pregnant right now."

Molly's brows furrowed as she observed her daughter's face. "Where's the logic behind that?"

"I don't want 'getting pregnant' to be the reason," she said, looking down at herself. She sighed. "I don't want people to assume that's why. If we do it now, it would always be connected to that. And I want it to be romantic."

Her mum nodded. "It's up to you to decide what you want to do."

"Thank you for supporting me." She smiled at her mother. "Even when my choices are questionable."

Molly smiled warmly. "I will always be in your corner, sweetheart."

"If you think about it, it's no surprise this happened." Ginny patted her stomach. "When both our parents set such stellar examples." She shot a look at her mother.

Her mum returned an unimpressed look. "It did happen fast ."

"I'm usually more cautious but... it's Harry. I knew I could trust him; I didn't see the point in waiting, really." She paused. "I do see it now," she let out in amusement.

"I do hope and I think that you can have a happy, long life together with Harry," Molly said, looking a little more serious. "But if something ever happens—no matter the reason—you will always be welcome back here."

She shifted closer to her mum and wrapped her arms around her. "Thank you."

"I do have some difficulty letting you go," her mum admitted.

She hummed. "I know. It is daunting. And as much as I will enjoy living with Harry; I know there will be new challenges too."

"You'll figure it out," her mum said, ruffling her hair. "It just takes a little time."

"Time seems the issue of late," she said with a sigh. "Everything is changing too quickly."

Her mum chuckled. "That I can relate to."


Harry froze, he had sensed something. He whipped around just as the door to the roof opened. He cursed. "Magenta, backup needed." He stood up.

Dora's voice came on. "I am so sorry, Pangolin. No one is available. Good luck."

He'd be annoyed he had to solve this alone, but it was better than the endless waiting. He took the smaller gun from his belt and aimed it at the first of the four people stepping onto the roof. He had to duck out of the way to avoid being hit himself. When he 'hit' them, they fell down. After ten minutes, all four people were flat on their backs.

"Good work," Sirius said. "All dead or badly injured. They'll escape the roof now."

Harry settled back down by his rifle. "Great. Got any more of those surprises? That was fun."

"Couldn't tell you," Sirius said.

Harry sighed. "I know. Am I going to be on sniper duty for the rest of the weekend? Because I will go insane."

"I thought you were good at stakeouts and such," Sirius muttered. "Do you really have it that bad for that girl?"

Harry did not reply.

"Or is it because she's pregnant?"

"It doesn't help," he admitted. "You wouldn't understand, you don't have kids."

He heard Sirius groan. "You sound like your mother!"

Dora's laugh came over the radio. "You're lucky your mother is a delight; that's not even an insult."

"It didn't feel too nice either." Harry's brow furrowed. "How would you feel if I said you sounded like your mother, Padfoot?"

"You can't equate your mother with mine, they couldn't be further apart," Sirius said in an offended tone. "Your mother wasn't created in the depths of hell."

"True," Harry replied. "Still, I'd reconsider saying that."

"Right. You're just like all those other parents who are like 'You don't know how hard it is', 'you don't know what I'm going through' because I apparently have never interacted with a human child." Sirius let out a dramatic sigh. "Even though I am an excellent and dedicated godfather."

Harry chuckled. "Indeed, you've been. That's something else we will have to decide. I need to add it to my list."

Sirius loudly cleared his throat. "I wouldn't be opposed to being grandgodfather."

"Sure," Harry said lightly. "It's just that my girlfriend doesn't know of your existence."

"You never told her about me?" Sirius now sounded genuinely offended. "I am your godfather!"

"But you're tied to the agency and she didn't know much about it until recently, so you know... I think we'll opt for someone we both know. Sorry." He changed positions again; his neck was starting to hurt from keeping the same position for too long.

"How did that conversation go?" Dora asked.

He let out a weak laugh. "Not good."


Ginny walked up to Ron by the pond with her bowl of crisps in her hand.

"Boo," she said, settling down beside him.

Ron eyed her bowl. That guy could always eat. "What do you got there?"

"Crisps," she said. She pointed at the little bowl in the middle of the crisps. "And sweet-and-sour sauce."

Ron frowned slightly. "Pregnancy craving?"

She looked down at the bowl. "Probably." She held up the bowl to him. "Mum made the sauce fresh for me, you have to at least try."

He shrugged and took a crisp and dipped it in the sauce. He chewed for a moment and then laughed. "Yep, for sure pregnancy craving."

She took a crisp herself and dipped it in plenty of sauce. She popped it into her mouth. "I don't know what you're on about—this is delicious." She smiled at him.

"By all means enjoy it," Ron said defensively. "I'll just go for the crisps if you don't mind."

She nodded. "More sauce for me." She looked at him for a moment. "Have you told our parents yet that you're going to work for Fred and George's startup?"

"No."

She nudged him. "Get to it! What's the holdup?"

Ron laughed. "Oh, I don't know." He shook his head. "Someone else keeps giving them groundbreaking news so it never feels like the right time."

Ginny blew raspberries. "Excuses!" She placed the bowl in her lap. "If you want, I can accidentally spill your secret," she suggested jokingly.

He looked hopeful. "Would you?"

"No! Just tell them. You can't use me for excuses, and I am not going to solve your problems," she told him firmly. "Just tell them how you can use what you learned to make the business more successful, how you can't get fired because they're your brothers... they'll be okay. You just have to frame it well."

"Is that how you broke the news?" Ron said. "Make it sound good?"

"Saying 'granddaughter' did soften the blow considerably," she admitted with a smile. "As much as they doubt the twins' startup, they just want you to be successful. If you show them results, they will be so proud."

"I'm just worried they're going to think I'm wasting my degree by working for my brothers." He looked at her. "And I know it's important to them."

"That knowledge is still valuable," she told him. "And even if they disapproved of your plan; if your mind is set you just need to take their reaction as it is."

"I don't like it when you're the voice of reason," Ron complained.

Ginny snorted. "I'm sorry! You can tell them when Harry's staying here, even if it's bad they won't react that harshly because at this point, they still care about what Harry thinks of them."

Ron stole another crisp from her bowl. "That's not a bad idea."


Ginny let go of his hand and then walked down the path between the trees. "Come on, I want to show you something."

Harry followed eagerly, watching her as the dress swayed around her body with every step. She pushed through a wall of ivy and he did too.

An alert on Harry's phone woke him up abruptly. It read 'Bootcamp: hostage situation'. With a groan, he pushed out of the bed in one of the on-duty rooms at the agency. The guy next to him, Tyler, also stood up and got ready.

He arrived at the training hall less than five minutes later, still busy rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"There is a hostage situation involving fifteen people, several of which are children. There is a ransom request of three million pounds," Gawain informed them. "Where do we start?"

Harry's hand shot up. "Is this connected to the surveying we did yesterday?"

"Yes," he confirmed.

They divided into groups trying to collect information about the kidnappers, the location and their motivations. Harry frowned as he listened to the phone call again, trying to pick up any hint of where the kidnappers could be hiding.

"You woke up with a start," Tyler noted. "Bad dream?"

Harry shook his head. "Good dream. Very rude awakening," he mumbled.

"Sucks, man," Tyler said compassionately.

"Yeah," he agreed. "Do you also hear trains in the background?"

Tyler started listening to the phone call and Harry typed some information into the laptop, but too many locations popped up to do anything with.


Ginny shuffled into the kitchen slowly, suppressing a yawn. "Morning."

"You're up early," her mum noted.

"Unfortunately," she responded. She sat down at the table.

"What do you want for breakfast?" Molly asked.

Ginny knew she'd whip up breakfast anyway. "Everything," she replied.

"Hungry then?" her mum responded as she started frying eggs and putting bread in the toaster. "Did you start thinking about baby names yet?"

Ginny looked up in surprise. They had not really talked about it at all, it still seemed so far off. "No. Do you have ideas? And if you want me to name the kid 'Muriel', that's not going to happen."

"No, it's your choice and I am sure you have ideas about it," Molly said. "And it has to fit with Potter, right?"

Which was a very subtle question coming from her mom. She smiled. "Yes, so anything with too many Ps is probably not a good candidate."

"Does Harry's family have traditions about it?" Molly asked.

She frowned for a moment. "Don't think so? And I think they don't care much for tradition anyway."

"That's good to know," Molly answered. "Seeing as we'll meet more often now… starting with next Sunday."

"Ah, yes. The dinner." Ginny shook her head. She didn't know yet how she felt about putting their parents together, but at least her mum seemed to worry about it a little too and that helped Ginny feel better about it. "They're not there to judge you, just want to get to know us better. You suggested it."

"I know," Molly said with a sigh. "But then they suggested doing it at their place and now they're doing all the work… it makes me uneasy. I don't want them to make assumptions."

Ginny smiled. "Nonsense. They don't have much extended family; I think they just want to welcome you properly."


Harry sat beside one of the trainers in the car as they drove to a potential location for the hostages.

"Do we have any more information on the hostages?" Harry asked the trainer.

He shook his head. "Not yet. If the other group has an update, they'll let us know."

"Do you know yet if you want to do a partnership when you're starting full-time? Or are you more of a team person?" Tyler asked him.

Harry hoped Tyler didn't want to pair up with him. He admired his parents' partnership; it worked so well but he didn't see himself working with another person so much. "Think I'll be on my own at least for a while, I am happy to join wherever they need me. You?"

"I think I'll go for a team," Tyler said as he thumbed through the files with the info on the hostages. "Don't your parents have a partnership?"

He nodded, turning to Tyler in the backseat. "Yeah. It seems to work well for them, but you have to be really compatible to get along one-to-one like that."

Tyler nodded in agreement. "Suppose that's what the partner tests are for."

"Your parents are exceptionally attuned to each other, I haven't seen others come close to that," the trainer said. "But allegedly they scored really high."

"So I've heard," Harry said. No need to reveal he knew exactly how high—they weren't supposed to know. "That's also why I think a partnership isn't going to be it for me, my expectations are way too high."


Ginny ducked into the garage. Her dad was fiddling with a pack of cards.

"Ah! Do you want to see my newest card trick?" he asked excitedly.

She nodded and he pulled up a chair beside him. She sat down and looked on curiously.

He shuffled the cards. "Pick a card."

She plucked one out of the deck and looked at it.

"Put it back anywhere," he said.

She put it somewhere in the middle of the deck and then sat back as he reshuffled the cards.

After indicating three piles and a number, her dad counted and then flipped the card. "Is this your card?"

She looked at it. "…No."

"I see what happened," Arthur said. "Your hair was in the way when you picked the card. It got in the way of my magic." He reached into her hair grabbed onto something and then his hand appeared again with a card.

She gasped, surprised he managed to make it appear at all. She looked at him in wonder.

He showed it to her. "Is this your card?"

She smiled widely. "Yes! How did you do it?"

He smiled. "Magic."

"Oh, okay then," she gave in. He never revealed how he did them. "Are you going to show the baby these tricks too when she's old enough?"

Arthur's eyes widened with excitement. "I've been working on my tricks… I was planning to show them to Victoire, but I don't think Fleur cares much for my magic tricks." He looked a little disappointed. "I am in desperate need of a good small volunteer."

"If she loves it as much as I do, she will enjoy it a lot," she said. "And you'll be babysitting her, so you better entertain her."

Arthur smiled. "Have I just been bribed into babysitting?"

She nodded. "Of course."


Harry stood with his back pressed up against the wall beside the entrance. He was waiting until the other unit had made it to the back door. The radio clicked and they received confirmation that everyone was in position. He waited for the two first agents to enter and then ran in too, gun at the ready.

"Clear!"

"Clear!"

Harry ducked into the next room. "Clear! Magenta, there are computers in there. Do you want them?"

"Yes, Harry. Good idea," Dora answered cheerily.

More voices sounded, confirming one room after the other was clear. This was odd, the hostages must be somewhere. He walked back out of the room and then met the other people in the large room at the end of the corridor.

They all shrugged. There were no stairs to a second floor and no signs of another building on the grounds. One of the agents walked over the carpet and a surprisingly hollow sound reached Harry's ears.

"Move the carpet," he told them.

Though some looked at him warily, the agent stepped off the carpet. Below the carpet was a trap door.

"You were too slow, so the kidnappers escaped, but the hostages still need your help," Gawain informed them in their earpieces.

They all groaned and mumbled an objection. This would have been very easy to miss.

Tyler pulled open the trap door and looked up at Harry. "After you, it was your idea."


Ginny woke up slowly on Monday morning. She was glad Harry would be back and was tempted to jump out of bed. On the other hand, the day would pass faster if she slept a little longer.

"Baby nugget," she mumbled, caressing her bump. "Your dad will be back today." She stared up at the ceiling. "We get to be a little dramatic about that, right?"

Taking a few more minutes to herself, she eventually got up and walked into the bathroom to pee. Then she made her way downstairs. She was surprised to see Ron was already up. He loved sleeping in late.

"How about a chess competition after breakfast?" she suggested.

He looked up from his plate. "Really, I thought you were going sit by the window all day and wait for Harry."

Ginny took a deep breath in. "I am not some sad dog!" she snapped light-heartedly.

"Then stop pouting!" Ron retorted.

She huffed. "I am not pouting!"

"Kids!" Molly said from the other end of the table. "That's enough. Let me read the newspaper in peace for once."

As their mother's gaze drifted back to the paper, they continued their argument in silence, pulling faces and making hand gestures at each other.


Harry sat in front of the computer, frowning. He glanced at the hour at the bottom of the screen. Six more hours until they could leave. In this segment, they were all racing against each other to decode the computer of the 'kidnappers' and find all relevant clues.

Being the IT specialist, he knew Dora must have set it up and he was desperate for some help from her.

"Dora, what the hell do I need to do to get this dumb decoder software to work?" he asked her.

The pink-haired agent walked up to him, looking rather amused. "Can't handle a little coding, Potter?"

He sighed. "No, I did. I put in what we learned. I've written fifteen lines, which should be plenty. But nothing. Do I need to promise it my firstborn or something?"

Dora snorted. "Well, don't tell your girlfriend that." She bent down and looked at the screen. "It just needs some TLC."

Tyler leaned in. "Is TLC a coding language?"

"No," Dora deadpanned. "Google it."

Harry resisted a smile as he met her eyes. She looked back at his screen. "Ah, I see what happened."

He turned back to his code. The text cursor was blinking at him at the end of the last line. He groaned. "What?"

"I am really tempted to let you look for yourself," Dora said with a sigh. "But I can see your patience is wearing thin, Lily frowns just like that."

Harry resisted rolling his eyes. He didn't particularly like being compared to his parents at the agency, he wanted to make his own name.

She stood up. "Your coding is fine. You missed a bracket somewhere." Then she turned around and disappeared to another desk.

With newfound motivation, Harry read over the coding again to find the missing bracket. He did have to go over it over it three more times but then he found it. He leaned back as the code ran. As soon as the screen showed it was complete, he managed to gain access to the computer, and he started digging into the files to find evidence.

"Hi, my baby," his mother said behind him.

He turned around. "Mum, don't call me that here, please."

"Just give me those last few months. I promise I'll stop when the grandbaby is here." She smiled at him.

He shook her head.

"How's it going?" she said. She looked at his screen. "Not bad."

"Lily!" Dora said. "You're not allowed to help!"

She held her hands up innocently. "I am not." She looked at Harry again. "You're dropping by home before you go over to the Weasleys, right?"

"Yes, mum," he assured her. "I'll see you then."

He turned back to the screen. She quickly ruffled his hair in greeting and then walked off. He shook his head.

"Mummy's boy," Tyler teased.

He snorted. "Shut up."


A/N: Thank you for reading! Next update should be somewhere next week. It's mostly ready. It's a part that I wrote ahead of time because I was excited for it...