Maisie did end up staying with us, in the same bedroom as Evie and me, though she still woke up crying a lot during the night. Mum was good at getting her back to sleep without waking me or Evie, but the best person at this was Harry. The two would walk outside and just sit in the garden, talking about their parents, or what they remembered of them, but always finding the time to talk about some slightly lighter topics, such as the latest video games, or how the Gryffindors were bound to lose the house cup. I'd call them in once they started shivering (the pair were too stubborn to admit they were cold) and make them a cup of hot chocolate and if my parents woke up, they'd get a mug too.
We'd gone from a family of three to a family of seven within a few months. Harry had moved in after saying a final farewell to the Dursleys (though I doubted it was as polite as he made it out to be), and slept in the box room, though he said it was still bigger than his old cupboard.
The house had never been more alive. Dad had always wanted a son and took to the dry-humoured boy immediately, especially when he learned he could do the gardening better than him- though he was never forced to do anything, and was kept well-hydrated throughout the day, unlike his old relatives. Harry looked happier than I had seen ever seen him, his eyes bright and his cheeks as rosy as the new plants in the garden. I think he sincerely prefered "Uncle Leo" to Uncle Vernon.
Maisie got on well with Dad too, though much prefered Mum and her sensitive approach, showing she was gifted in the kitchen and doing more than her fair share of chores- it was always a nice surprise to come downstairs in the morning and see that the washing up was already done. She consequently got more pocket money, though at first, she insisted that we split it evenly before we assured her that she'd earned it. She was also surprisingly good at Muggle video games, beating even Harry, who'd grown up with the consoles (though he hadn't been able to play them, he'd often watched Duddley, and had a go when they were out).
Evie was getting to toddling age, and had learnt a few words: "Ganny", "Ganda", "Mai", "Hawy", "Won-Won" (Harry had informed her that this was the right way to say Ron, much to the redhead's displeasure), "Nape", "Minnie" and, of course "Mummy". She was also surprisingly fast, and I had trouble picking her up and carrying her now since I was still sore from the last baby. Her younger sister.
I had, in fact, gotten pregnant again shortly after May- though it wasn't Yaxley's, thank God. I couldn't bear for another rapist to appear in the family tree and didn't know if I would have had the heart to have an abortion. Ingrid Ginervra Granger was born on the 20th of November, at a hospital this time, instead of Snape's grimy floor and I had a much less eventful pregnancy- my morning sickness was dealt with early on and I made sure I was out of lessons a good month before the due date, which was fortunate since she was early as well. She wasn't a drunken mistake either. She had been properly conceived- and born already producing a large thatch of ginger hair.
Ron had been thrilled to discover he was a dad and loved Indi more than life itself, proudly showing her off to Molly, who was delighted to have another girl in the family. She was still in the breastfeeding stage, so we hadn't been able to go far away from home and it was difficult to have so many people in the house at once already.
However, at the end of the Easter holidays, we held a barbeque, something neither the Weasleys, Draco or Minerva had ever even heard of. I believed Severus and Harry had at least heard of one, growing up outside of the magical community, though neither had ever attended one.
We flooed everyone to the Weasleys in pairs- Ron taking baby Indi, wrapped up in a blanket, Maisie with Harry (the pair had grown close), my parents together and finally me and Evie, holding her on my hip even though she could now stand to make sure she didn't get off at the wrong stop.
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Nine months
FanfictionDear Mum and Dad, I'm sorry I haven't written to you since we got back to school. I would love to continue to lie, and say that I was busy with schoolwork, but truthfully I haven't had the stomach for that recently. I'm sorry, I promise I'm trying t...