WARNING: SPOILERS!!! ~A Watty's 2019 Submission!

Saved for Diana Potter

(Less of a chapter, more of an really important head cannon I want to some how put in!)

Harry sat in his kitchen with Ginny, flipping idly through The Prophet, when the back door was thrown open furiously and Diana came stomping in, George following close behind her, holding baby Jean.
"Oh that woman! She's really getting on my nerves!" Harry folded the paper carefully and set it down, looking at her expectantly.
"Good morning to you too, Diana." She rolled her eyes and slammed her copy of the newspaper down.
"That awful Skeeter woman! I can't believe her! She's trashing Hermione in the election for Minister of Magic, just because she's Muggle-born! I know that we've proved her a fraud, but I can't stand her! She's going to do my flipping head in!" This got Harry's attention. Rita Skeeter hadn't bothered him, nor his friends for years, but she still made ridiculous stories about others. Now she was hurting Hermione's chances in the election.
That was when they heard crying coming from upstairs and Ginny sighed.
"Oh, Annie! You've woken up James!" Then she hurried out, and Diana fell into a chair, George sitting next to her and bouncing Jean on his lap.
"We can't let her do this, Harry. She's going to sabotage Hermione's whole campaign!"
"No she won't." Hermione's voice came through the backdoor as she and Ron came in. Harry sighed.
"Do any of you know how to knock? We have a doorbell if you'd like to press that as well!"
"Come on, Harry. We're family now." Ron told him. "Don't think we're going to be knocking any time soon." Harry rolled his eyes.
"Fine, but if you barge in here and I'm in my boxers, that's on your head." Hermione slammed her hand on the table, getting their attention.
"Guys! Stay on task, please." To Diana, she said "Look, Diana, its nice that you care so much, but nobody reads Skeeter's garbage anymore after everything she said about Harry. In fact..." Hermione grinned. "Come on, you lot! We're going out!" George gave her an odd look.
"Out? Out where exactly?"
"To the Three Broomsticks." Hermione told him. "Skeeter's always out finding new gossip. Let's give her some to write about!"
"Who's going to watch Jean and James?" Ginny asked as she came downstairs and put James into a car seat that sat on the counter.
"George will!" Diana told her. Then, before he could protest, the girls, Ron, and Harry had apperated out, just as Jean began to cry because she was hungry.

DP

The five entered the Three Broomsticks, and Harry could already point out Rita as a bug in the corner. He knew this after the bug came closer when they sat down.
"How many?" The barkeeper asked.
"Five butterbeers, please." Hermione told him. He left, then she twiddled with her fingers.
"Ron, I think we need to talk. And surrounded by our friends is probably the best time to do so." Ron folded his arms and leaned against the table.
"What would you like to talk about Hermione?" Hermione looked at the table, and Diana was impressed with her acting skills.
"Well, you see... I'm pregnant. And its not your's." Ron raised hi eyebrows.
"Oh really. And who's might it be, then?" Hermione shrugged.
"That's the thing. I don't know." Ron rolled his eyes. "I know who's might be, however. Its either Bill's after the family reunion, Charlie's after he came to stay with us two weeks ago, Percy's when he came to visit three nights ago, George's, or Harry's. That's who've I narrowed it down to." Ron groaned.
"So, you've had an affair with all my brothers?" She nodded, and Diana gasped.
"You bitch!" She exclaimed. "Never thought that you'd be going behind my back like that!" Harry looked to Ginny, who looked just as shocked, then she shrugged and took a sip of her butterbeer after the barkeeper had set it down.
"Well, its just as much, because we're getting a divorce." Harry raised his eyebrows.
"And why is that, Mrs. Potter?" He asked snootily.
"Well, isn't it because I'm snogging Neville?" Ginny asked him. Harry shook his head.
"No, its because I'm snogging Neville." Ginny slammed her bottle down onto the table.
"Goddammit Harry, let me have my affair in peace, will you?" Then she hurried out of the bar, followed by Harry, who was followed by Ron.
"You find out who that father is, and I'll thrash him!" Then he stomped out.
"Ron, wait!" Hermione called, jumping up. Diana chased after her.
"Oh no you don't! You won't be the Minister of Magic after I'm through with you!" Then the five of them ran down the street, laughing.
"You think Skeeter got enough for her story?" Ron asked Hermione, who nodded.
"Oh, I'm sure of it! I can already see the headlines! "Future Minister of Magic: A Six Way Affair?" Or better yet, "Harry Potter: An Affair With An Affair?"." They all laughed again, then apperated back to Harry and Ginny's house, where they found George with both babies in each of his arms, fast asleep.
"So how was the Three Broomsticks guys?" He asked. They all looked to each other.
"Hermione's having an affair with all of our brothers." Said Ron.
"I'm pregnant and its not Ron's." Said Hermione.
"We're pretty sure its your's." Said Diana.
"Harry and I are getting a divorce." Said Ginny.
"I've been snogging Neville." Harry said lastly.
George looked between them, unsure what to say. Finally, he said,
"In Harry's defense, Neville's a good snogger. But his wife ain't too bad neither!" They all laughed.