Harry Potter stepped out of his office at the Ministry of Magic, and quickly apparated to the house he shared with his wife, Hermione Granger. He gazed, puzzled, at the dark, unlit house. Today was July 27, four days before Harry’s twenty-fifth birthday. Nothing special was supposed to happen. It was his wife’s day off and he had been given a half day. He and Hermione had planned to spend a quiet afternoon and evening home together. He walked into the door and gazed around. He noticed a piece of parchment, sitting on the table in the kitchen. He picked it up and read it.
Harry, I have gone to Ron’s house. He and Luna needed advice
on something with their kids. Can you meet me there?
Lots of love,
Harry smiled as he read it. He did not mind at all. He really wanted to see Ron, Luna, and their son, Harry Albus Weasley. He smiled again as he thought of the differences between Hermione and Luna that were made obvious by the fact that Hermione had kept her name, while Luna had changed hers. He did not mind. He loved Hermione for who she was, passionate ideals and all. Actually, that was one of the things he loved most about her. She believed in things and was not afraid to say what she thought or to do something about it.
Harry quickly stepped outside and apperated to Ron’s place. As he knocked on the door, Ron opened it and dragged Harry inside. As he entered the living room, voices called out, shouting “surprise!” Harry jumped and looked around. Everyone was there, all his friends and coworkers. There was his boss, Nymphandora Tonks (Tonks to her friends), and her husband, Remus Lupin, the Minister of Magic. Ron, Luna, and little Harry Albus were there. Neville and Ginny, newly married a month ago, Minerva McGonagall, the Creevey brothers, Fred and George, Molly and Arthur, Bill, and Percy. Charlie had been killed in the war. Harry grinned and looked around. There she was, his amazing wife, Hermione. He walked over to her and looked inquisitively.
“What is going on? My birthday isn’t for four days,” he asked.
“Well, how else were we supposed to surprise you?” She asked, “After all, it is your 25th, and I had to come up with something big.”
“Well, you sure surprised me, love,” he replied.
“Well then, prepare to be surprised again. I’m pregnant.”
Harry stared at her. “Pregnant. Hermione, I thought we were going to wait. Yes, we have been married for five years, but we have our jobs, our lives. How are we going to take care of a child and still keep our lives?”
“I guess these things have a way of happening. Plus, it’s not one child; it’s two, a boy and a girl. I guess we can both work part time and watch the children part time. Moreover, there is Luna to watch them, as she works for the Quibbler at home. We can do it. I though you would be happy. I wasn’t trying; it just happened.” She whispered, a crack breaking in her voice as she gazed at him.
“Hermione, of course I am happy. I am sure we can do it. Twins! Wow! I never would have thought. When will they be born?”
“They will be born next January. Oh, Harry, I am so happy. What better proof of our love than two children to share it with?
“I know, Hermione. We will finally be a family. I guess we had better use the time left to spend as much of it together as possible. When the kids are born, we will be very busy.
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