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PS: There are theories which claim that Harry Potter in books was a person of colour. This claim is backed
by the fact that Ginny dated guys who looked at specific way, both Dean and Michael were tall black men. Harry's race was never mentioned in the books,
just the fact that he is very tall. So, in this story, Harry is a person of colour and that is important.
Ginny Potter was out with her 7 years old son, Albus Potter. They were in a store, looking for the "perfect gift for Dada". All the kids had got something for Harry's birthday that year, but Albus wasn't very satisfied. Each kid got a limit of 50 pounds, and instead of buying one big gift, Albus wanted to buy multiple little gifts for his Da and make a care-package out of it.
This store was one of Ginny's favourite stores in the muggle world, she could find anything in there, Ginny called it "The Asda". Stores like Asda fascinated this pure-blood witch beyond explanation. Harry was more of a Tesco guy, but Ginny decided to "look past that".
"Ma! Da would love this!", Albus said as he found a Harry Potter pyjama set for £10. It was a black shirt with grey lining and "Harry Potter" written in its famous font with grey and a yellow lightning bolt. The lower was grey with black lightning bolts.
Ginny laughed at the set, "Yes, I'm sure he would love this!" She added that to her cart and asked Albus to follow her after finding the right size for Harry. Ginny did that to save Harry from all the Harry Potter goodies Albus was willing to buy.
When Ginny noticed the mess Albus had made, she decided to leave her cart parked at the side and sat Albus beside it. "Mama will be back, don't move." Albus nodded and asked his mama to come back soon.
Ginny started picking the shirts that he had thrown down when she heard, "Mama! I am hungry!"
"Darling, look into Mama's bag you will find your half-eaten pop tart in a ziplock bag.", Ginny said.
Albus started going through Ginny's bag, and he was struggling when a man walked up to him and asked him what he was doing. He rudely grabbed Albus and forced him to stand up, "What are you doing huh?", barked the man.
Ginny looked behind to see a grown man yelling at her 7-year-old son who is about to cry. Her motherly instincts kicked in and she walked up to the man, yelled at him, freed Albus and hugged him. Al hugged his Mama back like his life depended on it. By this time there were many people around them.
"This boy was going through your bag.", the man said. "They are slippery, those ones."
"This boy is my son.", Ginny corrected him. "He can go through the bag whenever he wants." Ginny decided to look past the other comment as she knows this would upset Albus.
"He isn't your son.", the man scoffed. "Look at him, he is one of those Indian folks."
Ginny was livid at this point, people from the crowd were gasping and whispering, which wasn't helping. Ginny noticed people pulled those muggle phone things Harry and Hermione can't stop talking about.
"He is my son. And I do not need to prove that to your kind." Ginny said. "And for the record, he isn't Indian, he doesn't even have any ancestors from India, you racist fuck."
"What is he then?", the man asked.
"What do you mean what is he?!", Ginny yelled. "He is my son. My baby. He is just as handsome as his Da and just like his father."
"Ye married a coloured man?!", the man said his in disbelief.
"Yes.", Ginny said firmly and proudly. "Yes, I did. He is the love of my life and since you are so interested in my family, you might want to know that we have four children together."
Albus let out a small cry and Ginny tried to calm him down, "That's okay, love, we will get Dada gift from his favourite store, okay?"
Albus nodded and Ginny kissed the top of his head. She then asked Albus to cover his ears and close his eyes.
"Die alone, fucker.", Ginny yelled as she flipped him off and walked away holding her cart and her scared baby.
Later that night...
"I wanted to hex some senses into him.", Ginny said. "That bastard scared our little Albie."
Living in the Wizarding world, race or colour was not something people had trouble with. Even in the muggle world of 2015, people didn't care about what others looked like or who they dated.
"I don't know what to say, Gin.", Harry confessed. "I've never been in that situation... for looking different. Do you think Hermione might be able to help?"
Ginny nodded, "Yes, I will owl her first thing in the morning. I don't want to be unprepared ever again, and I don't want my babies to think that they are anything but beautiful."
"I'm sorry I wasn't there...", Harry said as he pulled Ginny into a hug. "I wish I was there..."
"Albus wanted to surprise you with that gift, and we didn't even end up buying it. I was too busy trying to hold back my tears.", Ginny replied. "How fucking dare he assume Al wasn't mine? Just because we have different skins doesn't mean that he is not mine."
Harry kissed the top of her head, "He does have your button nose."
"I don't have a button nose!", Ginny said as she started crying.
Harry held her close and told her that he loved him. That no matter what anyone says, Albus (and James & Teddy) might not look a lot like her, but they will always her boys.
Ginny went back to the store the next day and bought that pyjama set that Albus picked out. She lodged a formal complaint with the help of Hermione, this gave her some comfort. Harry decided to take an ancestry test from St. Mungos, perhaps read a book or two about his family. He was determined to know more about his lineage, so next time he knows what he is talking about and because he doesn't want to deprive his kids of that knowledge.
Author's Note: I am sorry if it offended anyone, that wasn't my intention. It is
sorta inspired by my real life, I am a brown female with a very strong Indian heritage who has a white mom. She is an Indian, but she is literally white as snow (the colour skipped her). Growing up people gave me looks, and someeven asked if my brother and I were adopted as we looked nothing like our Mom or if she was our stepmom. I always laughed it off, but it sorta always bothered me.
