Albus Severus Potter: Birth Story (Discontinued)

Christmas Eve Eve

Ginny had followed her mother's solution to the vast majority of problems. The solution being; feed it. Molly Weasley's approach to illnesses and whatnot was quite simply to feed the children until they stopped complaining. It was like an obsession. Ginny had adopted the trait, though, no the obsession.

"Just eat your food, Jamie," Ginny said for what felt like the millionth time that morning. She looked down at James who was sat amongst his toys with a bowl of dry Cheeri Owls in front of him.

James didn't respond verbally. But his response spoke a thousand words. It being, flinging the bowl of Cheeri Owls at least ten feet away from him.

"James!" Ginny snapped rushing over to the boy and kneeling down in order to be at eye level. "You can't do that!"

The boy replied with a giggle.

"It's funny for you, you're not the one who's going to have to clean it up," Ginny said irritably. "Although, I only have to do this----" She gave a merry flick of her wand before her lips curled into a smile. The cereal vanished in an instant, not a second later, however, did the cereal fall on a giggling James head.

Ginny snorted. "At least Harry'll owe me a galleon, there's no way you can be a seeker with those hands,"

"Kidditch!" James exclaimed opening his arms wide. "Kidditch! Kidditch!"

Ginny grinned at him. What a great name 'Kidditch' would be for children Quidditch. She made a mental note to remember that in case the occasion warranted her using that phrase in the future.

"We'll play soon, when Teddy comes over, that'll be fun, won't it," Ginny told him, much more for her own sanity, as she was fairly certain James could not grasp what she was saying. "He'll be over tomorrow for Christmas, won't that be fun? You'll get to see Granny and Grandad, Vic, Dom, Louis, Molls, Luc, and of course, Fred,"

"Daddy," said James after another minute passed by.

Ginny pouted.

"Soon, baby, soon,"

***

"Thank Merlin!" Ginny beamed when her husband arrived home. She made it her mission to kiss every part of his face that she could reach.

"It's been twelve hours," laughed Harry, though, he was not complaining.

"It's Christmas Eve Eve," said Ginny matter-of-factly.

Harry furrowed his eyebrows. "That's a thing?"

Ginny took a moment to consider the question. "No, but at the same time, Christmas is just another day. Might as well celebrate this eve eve too,"

"I'll remember to celebrate Christmas eve eve eve eve plus three hundred and fifty-three in a couple weeks, then," smirked Harry.

"Do," Ginny challenged him.

"Where's James?" Harry asked her. He presumed the answer was that his son was sleeping. He felt a surge of happiness when the answer was that he was playing with wrapping paper in the living room.

It was a strange sight to see his son consumed by the wrapping paper Ginny had been using to wrap everyone's presents, rather than try to open the actual presents themselves. All James seemed to want to do was scrunch up as much of the paper as possible.

This Christmas was the most exciting one for Harry. Last year had been great, but James was merely a couple months old, therefore, he was there, but at the same time, not really. This year, he would get to witness his son enjoy Christmas and all that came with it inordinately more than last time.

Harry found that James was in constant need of attention. All he wanted was hugs and kisses from his father. Ginny loved seeing them together. It occurred to her that Harry was around the same age James was when his parents died. She didn't know how he survived, for she did know James would be lost without her or Harry.

She smiled watching on as Harry read James Christmas stories. It was only two years ago that Ginny questioned everything when Harry didn't come back for months. She spent Christmas with James in her stomach and a wound full of loneliness and despair. She felt positive that this year would be different and she couldn't wait for it.

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!" Harry tickled James, who beamed up at him.

"You really make a convincing Father Christmas, I must say," Ginny raised her eyebrows at Harry.

Harry rolled his eyes. "James enjoyed it, didn't you James? Didn't you?

"Daddy!" James chirped.

"See, my boy loved it,"

"Can't argue that,"

"How is number two?"

Ginny looked down at her ever growing stomach. She offered her husband a smile.

"Feels good, nothing too awful, which is a relief,"

Harry crawled over to her position on the couch. He put his hand on his wife's stomach. He couldn't really feel the baby in there but knowing that they were there was special. That feeling never got old.

"I'm lucky," Harry stated simply. "So, so very lucky,"

He kissed Ginny's stomach. She laughed.

"Too bad I got rid of all the mistletoe, Luna insisted it was all infected by Nargles,"

"What even are Nargles?" Harry asked her questioningly. "She never really made any of that clear, did she?"

Ginny thought about it, despite knowing what her answer was. "She hasn't, no. But, I think that's what's go great about her. The ambiguity."

Harry snorted. "I think ambiguity is an understatement,"

"In the best way," Ginny finished for him.

"Of course," agreed Harry. "But we don't need the misteltoe, we just need ----"

Just as Harry filled the space between himself and his wife, James let out a piercining cry.

Harry and Ginny shared a mutual groan.

"Parenthood,"