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“Finally…some time away from all that wedding planning.” Ron groaned as he leaned back in his chair. Hermione, Ginny, Mrs. Weasley, Tonks and Fleur had left for Diagon Alley an hour ago and Harry and Ron were home alone with Emma and Jane. Mr. Weasley was at work.
“Ron, why didn’t you and Hermione get married before now?” Harry asked. “You two were engaged even before me and Ginny.”
“We weren’t ready.” He replied shortly.
“You had a baby, Ron.” Harry said, not seeing how they couldn’t be anymore ready.
“Yeah, but it didn’t feel right, you know?” Harry raised an eyebrow. “It’s not like we live at our own place and I don’t even have a job, not a steady one at least. After you killed Voldemort, I helped the Ministry track down the remaining Death Eaters for two years. They would pay me a few galleons for every Death Eater I caught…I wasn’t an official Auror so I didn’t actually get a paycheck. A few weeks after I was able to come home permanently, Hermione gave birth to Jane.”
“What did Hermione do before Jane was born?” Harry inquired, wanting to know everything about his friends’ lives of the past three years.
“Working her way up in the Ministry. After only three years of working there they named her head of Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. She was finally convinced that house-elves didn’t want to be free but she made some law about the treatment of house-elves. It’s sort of like how Dumbledore paid Dobby; they get two weekends off every month and get paid one galleon at the end of each month.” Ron rolled his eyes but Harry smiled. He always knew she was ambitious and would make it far in the Ministry but he was still very proud of her. Harry looked at Ron quizzically, for he wore a very smug smirk. “I bet Percy wasn’t too pleased that she’s higher then him.” Harry laughed.
“So Hermione took off work for the past year?” Ron shook his head.
“No. Since I didn’t have a job at the time, I told her that I would stay here and take care of Jane. She was somewhat reluctant but after three months, she went back to work.” Ron explained.
“But why has she been spending so much time here?” Ron laughed.
“She wasn’t going to go to work once you came around!” He paused. “Anyway, after we decided to share the wedding with you and Ginny, the Ministry said she could take some time off.” Harry nodded in understanding. “Did Ginny tell you about the Quidditch…stuff?” Harry knew he didn’t want to say too much incase Ginny hadn’t told him.
“She told me earlier this morning. I think she said Chudley Cannons.”
“Yep. They owled me this morning, asking if we still wanted to play for them. I was a bit surprised since it had been so long, but apparently they still want us. So, what do you say?” Harry could have laughed at the excited expression on Ron’s face; it was as if he was a kid again. But then again, Ron would always be a kid, at least at heart.
“You wanna know what I say? I say I need to play some more before training starts, ‘cause I haven’t been flying to well these past few days.” Ron grinned even more at Harry’s words.
“We have to tell Emma, she will be so happy that her father is playing Quidditch!” At that moment, Emma came in from the living room where she and Jane were playing.
“You say my name?” She questioned, bouncing up and down. Harry gestured for Emma to come sit on her lap and she happily obliged.
“Uncle Ron and I, Emma, are going to play for the Chudley Cannons!” He said in a soft voice, not knowing how else to tell her. Her eyes grew as round as galleons.
“Get out!” She said, with a look of disbelieve. Harry just smiled at her and eventually she grinned back. “I gotta tell Jane!” She jumped off his lap and ran out of the room. Ron chuckled.
“She tells Jane everything, as if she really understood what Emma was telling her.”
Harry laughed but then his voice grew somber. “I still can’t believe I’m a father. I feel like I’m a terrible one because I wasn’t around these past three years.”
Ron looked at Harry with disbelieve. “How can you say that? You were in a coma!”
Harry shrugged. “I know, it just seems so surreal. Like I’m stuck in a never ending dream, you know?”
Ron shook his head. “I don’t have a damn clue.”
Harry laughed. “Same old Ron.”
“Oh, and what’s that suppose to mean?” Ron challenged.
“Maybe I finally decided to tell you that you have the intelligence of a flubberworm.” Harry replied, playing along.
Ron pulled out his wand and held it at the ready. “Well you have the intelligence of a hippogriff?” Ron said with a shifty glance. Harry laughed and Ron squirted him with water from his wand tip.
Harry put up his hands up in mock surrender. “How can I compete with such force?” He said in a drawn out voice and Ron kicked him in the shin.
They then heard several
pops! in the kitchen and heard Emma scream “Mummy!” Harry and Ron went to stand up but Harry slipped on the puddle of water and fell to floor, pulling Ron with him. At that moment the women walked into the room accompanied by Emma and Jane.
Ginny gasped. “My fiancé has turned gay on me!”
“Ginny!” Her mother cried but ended up laughing with everyone else.
Harry helped Ron up and they sat back down with everyone else. Harry and Ron groaned as they placed bags on the table filled with wedding supplies.
“Honestly, Ron!” Mrs. Weasley sighed.
“Same old Ron.” Harry repeated and he and Ron both laughed. The others looked at them confused but decided to let it pass.
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Author`s Note - This was basicly just a filler chapter, one needed for Harry and you to get caught up on the last three years.
6/13- Well now, after a few weeks (months, maybe?) of no updates, new chapters are on their way! They will be slow because I have to update
Fading Away as well, but they are coming! I have at least two ready to be validated!
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