Albus Dumbledore had only one thing to say about the way the new Dark Lord ruled things- Harry Potter surely knew what he was doing. Had he even wanted to he would not have interfered with the way things were going. The Wizard World never had it so good- all the good guys were content; all the bad guys were even more so.

Harry Potter had taken over Wizarding Britain with little to no problems once he figured out what to do with all the factions. Factions which were even now still learning not to mess with the brilliant, but evil, young Dark Lord.

Albus twinkled merrily as he stepped into the huge airy house that rang with laughter. He was met at the door by a creepy snake-faced man who asked if he could take Mr. Dumbledore, Sir's cloak. Beaming proudly at the butler he said, "Yes, Thomas. Thank you. I should be most grateful if you could attend my cloak for me."

Thomas Riddle bowed slightly and handed the cloak to a house elf who whisked it away. "You may find Lord Potter in the library. He was observing Master Snape lecturing the older Potter boys on the proper brewing of Wolfsbane potion."

Albus blinked. Then it dawned on him that Snape must have irritated Harry somehow and he had responded in kind by reprimanding the man. It was common knowledge that the three oldest Potter boys all looked exactly like their father and were horrid little know-it-alls like their mother, Hermione. To unleash three seven-year-olds on him and require him to brew a technical potion at the same time must have meant he did SOMETHING!

On his way to the library he met Harry's second wife, Ginerva Weasley-Potter. Ginerva was clutching her stomach and looking very unhappy as she tried to remain upright. "Mrs. Potter, may I be of assistance to you?" Albus was all business when he noticed someone needed help. Ginerva had gone into labor and was trying to get to Harry obviously.

The beautiful little redhead looked up at him with pain clouded eyes. "Please! I need to get to Harry."

He scooped her up and ran the rest of the way to the library. Barging into the room he moved straight toward Harry who had risen at their entrance and started toward them. He took the bundle from Albus and nodded toward Snape. "Could you make sure that these four finish their project while I greet my newest little Potter." It was strange to see Harry so serious, yet happy, as he held his fussing wife.

All three little Potter boys pouted. They knew they would not get away from the mean old potions master unless he was able to brew a perfect potion, and they knew he knew it! One way or another the three of them would eventually have to stop pestering the older man and he would have to stop antagonizing them just to get them to retaliate. Daddy always seemed to know what to do to the four of them anyway. It was going to be hours before they could go to their mother to be reassured that everything was all right with Mummy Ginny, she only ever had one baby at a time and it was always hard on her.

The boys could not help it. They all looked up at the greasy git and begged, "Please Uncle Severus, can we go to Mummy? She might need us."

Severus looked at Albus. Truth be told he was worried also. Ginny was not supposed to have gone into labor for another three weeks. She just did not seem to be able to carry a child well at all. This was her fourth pregnancy and it was the fourth time she was having problems.

Then Severus caught the irony of that thought. While a Weasley struggled to have one child the great-granddaughter of Potions Master Dagworth-Granger had delivered her third set of triplets and went back to work the next week.