Chapter 48

Honeymoon Over.

"Jimmy?" Bonnie mumbled quietly, her eyes still closed, snuggling closer into the blankets, pulling them up against her bare chest and pressing her hands under her pillow where it was cold.

Harry turned onto his side and pressed his forehead between her shoulder blades in response to her call.

"Jimmy?"

"What is it pet?" Harry asked, pressing his cold fingers against the small of her back, his eyes open, now awake because of the cooling spell Bonnie put on the sheets a few hours ago. When she didn't answer he leaned up on his arm and looked over her shoulder. She was still sleeping, talking about him in her dreams. He sighed.

He couldn't go back to sleep now and it was six o'clock. He decided to go run before Bonnie even woke up. He would be back in bed before she even noticed he was gone.

He slipped silently out of bed, slipping new boxers on and heading to the bathroom to brush his teeth before getting dressed lightly and heading out the door.

He looked over his house as he got ready. The large bed in the center of the room where Bonnie still slept was laid with black sheets and a plush black comforter. Why they still had it on the bed when it was scorching hot outside, and inside, was beyond him but Bonnie kept it there and wouldn't let him put it away until they were in a cooler climate. On Bonnie's side of the bed was her vanity with a mirror, a bowl and pitcher of cold water for when she woke up and a fresh vase of roses beside the mirror. Her closet, which he shared, was beside the bathroom. A walk in closet, her clothes on one side and his on the other, obvious because his converse shoes at the bottom of one side and her many large hat boxes on the top of the other; her clothes took up a lot more space than his. Their bathroom had one sink, because Harry was always up and ready before her anyway and not a lot of counter space because Bonnie woke up with her hair curled and didn't wear any makeup. A Victorian, claw-foot tub was against one wall and a standing shower—a curtain around a hole in the floor with a shower head hanging over the top—was in the corner. On Harry's side of the bed was a side table holding his phone and wand and against the wall was his safe. The only thing distinguished about his side of the room was the painting of Bonnie he'd done with crushed rose petals and stained water—a painting of her sleeping, facing him, wrapped up in red sheets and her curls spread out messily around her face. He'd painted it one morning after making love, one of their first mornings together, inspired by her beauty as she slept. Bonnie had been shocked and a little more than embarrassed, waking up one morning to a wall with a painting of her sleeping and she blushed every time she looked at it for a few days but then became used to it and almost flattered.

Outside the room, all the walls were painted something closer to black than white just so Harry could be comfortable walking around. There was a small library to the left and then a staircase that he walked down. The front door was directly across from the stairs and the small kitchen they hardly used was to the right of it.

He knocked on the front door and it opened for him at once and he stepped outside. His guard stood beside him as he looked around at the forest they were hiding in. It was close to town so they could go out and not have to walk so far but not so close that the guards never got a chance to sleep when they were trying to protect the Savior.

"I'm going for a run. I'll be back in twelve or so minutes."

Lawsin nodded silently and Harry ran off, leaving behind his shiny silver trailer that didn't look like much from the outside but was practically a palace on the inside. He would have been happy sleeping on the forest floor in every country but Bonnie wouldn't be able to live like that. She'd get tired of it fast. She needed bathrooms and a bed and a blow dryer. Their house was a bit like the tents he'd first seen at the World Cup, shabby on the outside looking like they'd only fit one person and then on the inside they had plumbing and three rooms. Harry's house had plumbing, a kitchen, three bathrooms and three bedrooms—one for he and Bonnie and two for the guards.

She did sleep in a tent while they lived with the natives in the Amazon one month, though he could tell then that she had been suffering. She sat on the ground with the other native women, them knitting baskets and cutting fruit and she was trying to fix her hair in a broken hand mirror. He'd never call her vain because he had never seen her that way before and he refused to see her that way now…but she was. The entire time they were in camp she whined to herself, always smiling at him and never complaining to his face but as soon as he left her alone she was a sore sport. He knew because the other women complained about her when she wasn't around. He felt a little sorry for her then. He'd pleaded with her to stay in the Amazon a whole month with the tribe who accepted his presence and she'd given in to make him happy. He got along well with the men, running through the woods at breakneck speeds in bare feet and hunting with his hands—even if the others hunted with spears and arrows—collecting food for the tribe, skinning and cooking his own food, earning respect from the rest of the tribe. But Bonnie didn't fit in with the tribe. She didn't want to make her own clothes out of animal skin and leaves, she was attached to her designers even if they got covered in mud and sometimes blood and there wasn't a dry cleaners for a thousand miles. She didn't want to sow baskets, cook her own food, skin fish or get splinters. She wasn't that type of person. She was all for fighting in a war but she was allowed to go home and take a shower and fix her hair afterward. The only time she was happy in the Amazon was at night when she could curl up alone with Harry, protected by his warmth away from the other women who made fun of her and her clean, pressed clothes. But after a lifetime of Harry's female followers disliking her she'd formed a solid barrier against dislike.

Vain or not, Bonnie had a strong respect for herself and wouldn't let others make her think she was wrong.

Going back up the stairs after he returned, he took a quick shower and dried himself off before crawling back into bed behind his wife, pulling her into his arms. Bonnie turned over and snuggled against his chest, running her hand up his shirt and wrapping it around his waist. "How was the run?" she mumbled sleepily.

"Wonderful. I thought you would still be asleep when I got back," he said, running his fingers over her curls and kissing the side of her face.

"I was. I woke up when you crawled into bed."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you. Go back to sleep."

"I'm fine. We'll go out to breakfast at the local market. I saw we passed a restaurant when we were walking around yesterday."

"Are you going to wear your new big hat?"

"Maybe. I was hoping I could save it until we headed back to England. Your mother sent me mail yesterday. She said she wanted to see all the clothes I'd collected so I thought I'd wear my favorite when we went to meet them."

"You and my mother have become good pen pals."

"Her and my mother are talking a lot too lately. It'll be funny to go back now; we've missed a lot I guess."

"Right in time for Christmas. We'll have to come back once to see the holidays in other countries."

"You just want an excuse not to give presents," Bonnie mumbled sleepily.

Harry rolled his eyes but laid his head on Bonnie's. He snuck his arm underneath the sheets and wrapped it around her small waist, pulling her closer and leaned down to whisper in her ear. "If we're leaving in a week, we really should make the best of it. Would you like to play?" he asked deviously.

He felt Bonnie smile and snuggle deeper against his chest. "Will you give me ten minutes to make myself look pretty?" she asked.

"Of course."

Bonnie pulled away and jumped off the bed, running to the bathroom.

"I'll meet you downstairs!" Harry yelled as she shut the bathroom door.

/-

"Someone's been a very bad girl," Harry growled, advancing as Bonnie slowly backed away, smiling with excitement. "How should I punish the naughty little pet?"

Bonnie smiled at him, biting her bottom lip, her hands reached out behind her to find the wall. When he stepped closer she screamed and pushed away from the wall, running off behind him. Harry followed, chasing her across the room. But he was faster and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and lifted her off the floor making her giggle. Then they both dropped to the floor, Harry forcing Bonnie onto her back gently as he crawled over her, holding her wrists above her head and holding her legs together between his.

"May I ask what I did to receive such a punishment?" Bonnie asked, trying not to giggle as Harry clutched her wrists and pressed himself against her.

"You played Miley Cirus through the whole house yesterday. Almost popped my eardrums," Harry said, shifting his weight and running his thumbs over Bonnie's bony wrists to make sure he didn't bruise them.

"I'm sorry," Bonnie pouted playfully, shifting beneath him, pretending to try and release her wrists when really she wanted him to tighten his grip. And he did.

"I'm afraid that's not going to cut it. It was quite painful."

"Miley is a great artist," Bonnie fought impishly.

"But I'm afraid you've broken the rules my pretty pet and that means consequences." He smiled deviously and lowered his lips to her neck, growling at the vibrations her moans made in her throat. He felt her heart beat wildly in her chest and looked up to see the blush rising in her cheeks. He sat up, holding both her small wrists in one hand and used his other to pull his T-shirt off over his head. As he placed his hand on Bonnie's waist, his fingers sneaking underneath her shirt, caressing the pale skin he loved so much he was halted by the ringing in his pocket.

Bonnie looked up at him. "Let it ring," she said.

Harry put his finger to his lips, "Shhh."

Bonnie pressed her lips together and lay quiet and compliantly as Harry reached into his pocket to glance at the caller ID. "It's just Ginny. Probably no immediate danger," he said, placing it back in his pants and looking back at his prey.

/-

"He won't answer his phone," Ginny said, shutting her cell and throwing herself into the couch beside Hermione.

"Well there is a week left of their honeymoon. They're not to be interrupted by things like pregnancies," Sirius said from across the room where he sat with Jackline, who ran her hand over her almost flat stomach.

"He's probably not going to be very happy about the two of you not being married," Fish said, leaning against the wall where Ginny had been standing a few seconds ago. "He didn't even look at a woman's breasts before marriage. Another reason he is not to be disturbed even a week before his honeymoon ends. We'll just break the news when they get here."

"It's not like she's never been married before. Jackline is religious to and she's fine," Sirius argued.

"I'm not worried about Harry," Jackline said. "I'm worried about Bonnie. Six months after she's happy and suddenly I'm pregnant. Fulfilling a dream she's wanted but won't get."

"Jackline, don't think about that. Everyone wants what they can't have. This isn't about Bonnie, this is about you," Sirius said, wrapping his arm over her shoulders. "We're going to have a baby and everything will be fine."

/-

Bonnie breathed heavily as Harry rolled onto his side and patted her arm. "I love you."

Bonnie giggled. "I love you to." She peeled herself from the sheets and turned to rest on Harry's chest. "So are we going out or are you making me lunch?" she asked lightly, caressing the lines of his chest.

"Whatever you desire my pet. The day is yours," he said, calm and at peace, lightly running his fingers down her spine.

"Well then…can we go shopping?"

Harry groaned.

"You said mine."

"Must you go shopping 24/7?"

"You like it when I look nice don't you?" she pouted, looking up at him from under her eyelashes and placing small kisses on his abdomen.

"You have enough nice things don't you? Over six months you've gathered up the nicest things from every country besides Italy."

"I still can't believe we didn't go to Milan."

Her complaining was cut off by Harry's cell phone ringing. Bonnie moved over as Harry leaned over the bed to find his pants and pull his cell phone out. "Ginny, again." He flipped open his phone as Bonnie laid on her side, tucking the sheet under her and holding her head up with her other hand while she drew lines in his chiseled stomach. "Hello?"

"Harry! You picked up!"

"Sorry, we were busy before when you called. What's going on?" he asked, running his fingers through Bonnie's hair.

"So sorry to interrupt. We at home were just wondering if you were thinking of coming home early."

"What for?"

Ginny rolled her eyes and made a noise that told him it should be obvious. "Your mother misses you."

"What's the real reason? She's gone six months without me and she needs me to come home five days early?"

"Not really. We just wanted to know if you wanted to come home early. We're not commanding you."

"Aw Ginny. It's you, isn't it? You just miss us so much you can't stand to be without us another day, that's it right?"

"You caught me Harry," Ginny said, rolling her eyes at Fish. "I just can't stand to be without you and Bonnie. It's been long enough."

"Hold on. I'll ask Bonnie what she thinks." Harry said, pulling the phone away from his ear and putting his hand over the speaker. "Ginny wants us to come home early. I know there's some ulterior motive but I can't hear her thoughts over the phone."

Bonnie sat up, holding the sheets to her chest and held out her hand for the phone. Harry handed it to her. "Hi Ginny," she said happily.

"Hi Bonnie."

"We haven't spoken in a while. You know going on your honeymoon a year after the war, traveling and such, not such a great plan. Did you know New York and China are still rebuilding. England seemed like it rebuilt so fast."

"Yeah, I know. Are you coming home?"

"Why? No matter what we'll be home in five days."

"Then stay five more days," Ginny said angrily, before slamming the phone shut.

Bonnie's jaw hung open and she held the phone out and stared at it. "She hung up on me!" She blinked. "Ginny—sweet and innocent Ginny—yelled at me and then hung up on me," she said in shock.

Harry wrapped his arm around her waist and grabbed the phone from her, flipping it closed before pulling her back to him and kissing her heatedly. "More time for us to be alone," he growled against her mouth, rubbing sensually at her skin.

"Don't you ever get tired of having sex all day?" she asked against his lips, running her hand over his jaw line.

"No! Do you?" he asked.

"No, but—"

Harry rolled her onto her back and ravished her into—almost—silence.

/-

For once Bonnie was the one still awake. Harry had cuddled her from behind for fifteen minutes, kissing her neck and drawing little figures on the back of her neck with his fingertips. But suddenly his fingers drifted down her spine and she could feel his even breath caress her back and his forehead press between her shoulder blades.

Carefully she pulled herself out of his arms and turned onto her other side so she could look at him. Two months into their honeymoon, when their thoughts didn't revolve singularly on having sex every second they weren't eating and going to the bathroom, Harry had gotten his hair cut claiming that it was getting far too long. Now he looked so hot it was almost disturbing. Amazing what a haircut can do. His bangs hung in his face as he slept, hiding part of his face, a streak of pure white among the black in a sweeping bang. (Which she thought hypocritical since he claimed to be deathly afraid of the color white but didn't mind putting it in his hair.) She brushed his hair aside to glance at his features while he slept. Despite the war, the wedding, the label of husband, the age of eighteen and the six months they had been traveling Harry still had the most innocent seventeen year old features. He still had the body of a seventeen year old to—a beautifully sleek body of hard muscles and a porcelain skin tone.

As she stared at him while he slept she thought over how she really didn't deserve him. He took such good care of her. Putting up with all of her self-centeredness in the Amazon and following her around each vacation spot as she shopped and bought pricey designer outfits. She wondered sometimes while they were wandering stores, her shifting through silk and cashmere while he uninterestedly played with her hair and read magazines while she tried on clothes, if he was becoming aware of how self-absorbed she truly was. Or at least she thought she was.

She leaned in and kissed his hair before turning to crawl out of bed, pulling on her clothes from the floor.

"Where are you going?" she heard Harry murmur from behind her, obviously just awoken from her movement. She turned when he pressed his fingertips to the small of her back.

"You may be able to live on dirt my dear husband but we normal people have to eat real food."

"I'll feed you," Harry said, turning over to climb out of bed. He pulled on boxer shorts then grabbed her wrist to drag her out of the room with him, carried her down the stairs and sat her down on the counter across from the stove. "What would you like?"

"Maybe I should learn to cook," Bonnie said, grabbing a spoon from the drawer at her knee.

Harry turned to her. "You know the house isn't that big. The fire will catch fast," he said playfully.

Bonnie whacked his arm with the spoon but didn't fight it. It was simple knowledge. She couldn't cook because she could make immaculate potions and Harry could cook well because he couldn't make a potion if his life depended on it. "Pancakes are fine."

"Any kind specifically?" he asked, grabbing eggs and milk from the fridge.

Bonnie thought for a moment swinging her bare feet back and forth against the cabinets. "Blueberry?"

Harry looked in the fridge and pulled out a package of blueberries. As he mixed and cooked Bonnie waited patiently on the counter where Harry placed her. "I wonder what Ginny wanted us home early for."

"Maybe Fish is having her do his bidding," Harry said jokingly. Fish had settled for writing letters the last five months and after settling into his band he quickly became less dependent. He apologized for freaking out at the wedding and everything was forgiven, though he told Harry in every letter how he looked forward to seeing him at Christmas.

"It sounded like she wanted to tell me something, just not over the phone. Do you think we should leave early?" she asked.

"It's up to you pet," he said, flipping the pancakes.

Bonnie sighed. "If it was that important they'd tell us to come home right? Not give us a choice. We can stay until we planned to leave. Whose house are we all meeting at anyway?"

"My parent's. Their's is the biggest besides Jackline's and apparently she doesn't want to cater anymore. My mother is happy to have the whole family come to her house. I think she just likes the rooms to be filled up and now that Sirius is living with Jackline and Remus moved in with Tonks a few months ago, I think, it's just the three of them in that house. Until now anyway."

Harry stopped flipping the pancakes for a second, the spatula frozen in his grip.

"Harry?"

Harry shook his head and scraped the pancakes off the griddle and put them on a plate. He got out the butter and syrup and sprinkled on a bit of powdered sugar before handing a plate to Bonnie and joining her on the counter, grabbing two forks from the drawer at his knee.

Bonnie rested her head on Harry's shoulder as she ate. "I'm so glad you can cook."

"Well one of us had to be able to or this marriage wouldn't have worked, now would it? You need to eat."

The phone on the counter hooked up to the charger began to ring and Bonnie reached over to answer it. "Moshi moshi," she greeted.

"Speaking of Moshi moshi, where is your dog?" Ginny asked, sitting on the couch with her back against Fish's shoulder and her feet on the arm of the couch. Fish's band was on the other side of the room looking awkwardly at Arthur and Molly who were waiting in the doorway with Lily and James.

"At my feet begging for pancakes," Bonnie said, glancing down at her begging dog on the floor.

"So Harry is feeding you?"

"Of course he's feeding me. Why wouldn't he?" She heard sobbing over the phone. "Ginny?"

"Aces was right, you don't love us anymore," Ginny sobbed.

"What? Who's Aces?"

"He's the drummer in Fish's band. He says you don't want to see me. He says these five days is just time for you to plan your next escape from us," she sobbed.

"Ginny, you know that's not true. I miss you so much. I will be back in five days."

"You're lying. You don't want to show me your new outfits or talk about sex or joke about how I get to withhold it from Fish."

Fish shoved her with his shoulder but she shoved back.

"That's not true. I'm so looking forward to that," Bonnie reassured.

"You are not."

"Ginny—"

Harry grabbed the phone out of Bonnie's hand. "Stop guilt-tripping my wife."

"Get off the phone Harry. I'm crying," Ginny said angrily.

Harry rolled his eyes and handed the phone back and Ginny began to whine to her friend again.

"Ginny I promise we'll be home in five days and we can talk about all the things that have happened while I was gone."

"You're lying, Bonnie. You've forgotten all about the fun we have together. You don't care if you never come home to spend time with me ever again. Don't you love me?"

"Of course I love you Ginny," she assured.

"I don't believe you," she said stubbornly.

"How can I prove it to you?"

"You can be home tomorrow by morning so that I can give you a hug, drag you up to my guest room and talk to you about all the things you missed and you can tell me all the things you've done without me."

"And that will make you happy?"

"Yes, yes it will."

"Okay then. Harry and I will start packing right now and we'll be home by morning."

"You don't have to bring Harry. You can leave him in India," Ginny said, getting another shove from Fish.

"Ginny, I'm bringing Harry with me."

"Fine. Whatever makes you happy. But if you're not here tomorrow morning me and Fish are running away to elope, I'll have to drag Fish but that will be why you'll suffer. Harry will have to deal with Fish and you'll have to deal with Harry. Hah!"

"I'll be back by morning," Bonnie said, hanging up and jumping off the counter. She put her half-eaten pancakes in the sink.

"We're leaving?" Harry asked from the counter.

"Start packing. Ginny needs me," Bonnie yelled, running up the stairs.

Harry rolled his eyes. "But India!"

"How much more of India can we see in five days? And we can always come back. Now get up here and pack your things."

/-

Ginny sniffed, wiped away her fake tears and coughed. "Alright Lily, they're coming."

"Good."

"I don't know why we're trying to hurry this along," Jackline said. "It's not like either of them will be excited. We should just tell them over the phone."

"But then they'll never come back," Ron said. "And I'm getting tired of little Sirius saying nothing but 'Harry.'"

"He said Daddy the other day," James said proudly.

"Aww," the others said.

"Yeah, it was adorable. It was also his first sentence. He said, Daddy, where is Harry?" He sighed. "We have another son and all he cares about is the other one."

"Well Harry will be home tomorrow and be his normal, mean self and little Sirius won't obsess over him so much," Ginny said. "Who would obsess over Harry anyway?"

They all turned to look at her with raised eyebrows.

"Well besides now because he's the Savior."

They continued to stare as though she was joking with them all and they were waiting for the punch line.

"What?"

/-

"Bonnie?" Harry yelled from the bedroom, staring down the pile of luggage at the bottom of stairs.

"I'm almost finished Harry. I had to send Lawsin out for more luggage. I didn't realize how much I had bought."

Harry sat down on the stairs with his two suitcases. "I did," he mumbled to himself, reaching out to Prose who slid up his arm and over his shoulder.

Bonnie dropped the last suitcase as she carried it down the stairs. She sighed and looked down at her husband as he sat on the last stair. "Aren't you excited to go home? To see your little brother and your parents and Sirius and Remus and Fish and Ron and Josh."

"Oh, yes, I'm terribly excited to go back to my therapist," Harry said sarcastically. He sighed quietly and looked down at the family ring on his finger.

Bonnie noticed what he was staring at and joined him on the bottom step, taking his hand. "They are at home excitedly awaiting your return Kumquat. They're your family and they love you. They haven't moved on."

"How do you know?"

"Because unlike you I noticed how much they love you. Your father was very sad to see you leave without him getting to know you better."

"Right, so he probably put all his energy into Sirius. Just like he's supposed to." He stood up, dropping Bonnie's hand. "We should go before Ginny actually takes Fish to the altar by wand point."

Bonnie sighed and followed Harry out the door with her purse. The guards followed behind them with the rest of their luggage. Harry took Bonnie's hand and they apparated to the Potter Manor, followed quickly by his guards.

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"HARRY, YOU'RE HOME!" Lily screamed, running up to her son, ignoring Bonnie and pulling him into her arms.

Harry's eyes widened in surprise but wrapped his arms around his mother carefully, surprised at the sudden burst of affection. "Hi mom," he said softly.

"I've missed you so much baby. Fish was right to be angry, six months is far too long for you to be away from us," she cried.

"You had Sirius," Harry mumbled when she continued to hold him tightly.

"He doesn't have my lovely son's sarcastic wit." She suddenly stopped weeping, holding Harry out at arms length, tears drying up instantly and looking him over. "You look different."

"I cut my hair."

Lily tilted her head. "If you're afraid of white how is it that your hair doesn't bother you?"

"Because I put it there with my magic and I know it won't hurt me."

"Where's Ginny?" Bonnie asked while Lily passed Harry on to his father, who hugged him just as tightly, maybe tighter.

"She's upstairs pouting," Fish said sulkily beside Bonnie.

"Why is she pouting?" Bonnie asked worriedly. "It's still morning and I'm here," Bonnie said, checking her phone to clarify.

"It's not you. That was just a lie to get you to come home early."

"I told you she was faking," Harry said as his father pulled away to look him over.

"You look thinner," James said.

"It was the Amazon," Bonnie said simply, then turning back to Fish. "Ginny lied to me?" Fish just nodded silently. "So why is she pouting then?"

"Fish," Lily said accusingly before Fish could make excuses, "told Ginny that he would never elope with her. And when she asked, with such a sweet face, if he was 'planning a lovely wedding with their friends for them' he said 'no' and that he hoped she wasn't 'planning any weddings either.' He said this with a laugh and Ginny thought he was joking until he said 'I'm not like Harry, I don't believe in marriage.'"

"FISH!" Bonnie yelled in outrage. "What do you mean you don't believe in marriage? I thought you believed everything Harry did."

Harry snorted.

"Well not everything. You sleep around and you're not at all religious…" She trailed off trying to find something they had in common.

He stood and threw his arms up unenthusiastically. "Look, I thought she had realized. After my little spiel at Harry's wedding you'd think everyone would know that. Don't stare at me like that," he said, glaring. "Look, from my experience marriage doesn't work for anyone."

"It's working for Harry and I, James and Lily, Molly and Arthur, and Ginny's father isn't going to like you any better knowing you're not going to marry his daughter."

"He already knows. He didn't like me in the first place anyway."

Bonnie punched him in the arm and headed upstairs to find her friend.

Fish shook his head and turned to Harry. "So when were you in the Amazon?"

"Two months ago, but don't change the subject."

"What? I thought she knew."

"You thought Ginny knew you didn't plan to marry her? I didn't even know that and we're practically connected at the brain."

"I didn't think she'd make it a big deal. She always seemed like a casual kind of girl who didn't care about big weddings and things."

"Well Bonnie will fix things with Ginny," James said, wrapping his arm around Harry's shoulders. "You come tell us about your vacation."

"Maybe I should wait for Bonnie to be here before I tell you. Why don't we hear about Fish's tour with his band?"

"But we already heard that story," James whined.

"Well you all brought me home five days early; we're going to do what I want. Fish?" he asked, sitting down across from his friend. "Who are your band mates?"

"The band isn't as great as it was supposed to be. I hate them. Aces is the worst."

"And who is Aces?"

"He's the drummer. Johnny's new favorite. Johnny thinks I'm stupid because I went to a "special school," as the others call it and I'm not very good with math. Since I'm friends with three—four geniuses that means I should be a genius to I guess. So now Aces is kissing Johnny's arse and they've become the best of friends and the other two have become his cronies and I'm kind of like Sid Vicious after Nancy came into the pictures except I still come to work, I don't do drugs and my girlfriend won't have sex with me."

"Aww, the guys are picking on you?" Harry asked. "You want me to go beat them up?"

"Yes, but don't. I'll be kicked out of the band and while I hate it it's my dream and I'm going to live it."

"That's good. Sorry it's been shit for you."

"Yeah, I'm sure you've been having a very fun time having lots of kinky sex with your wife," Fish said, sinking into the couch.

"Kinky sex?" James asked.

"Dad, don't say that. We won't discuss it with mom in the room."

"What? I'm very open to sex," Lily argued.

"But you're my mother. That's disturbing. I'd never like to think of you and sex in the same room."

"But it's okay for you to talk about it with your father?"

"Yes, dad is a guy. Let's talk about something else. Fish, I'm sorry about Johnny."

"Stop returning to my problems. What about your problems? Six months alone with Bonnie you must have had at least one fight."

"Fish, I'm sorry that the man you'd go gay for besides me doesn't like you."

"Harry! Stop blurting things out to change the discussion. Now, what was this fight you had?"

"It was about the Amazon. Bonnie didn't want to go because it wasn't her type of place. You know, outdoorsy, no showers, no mirrors, no toilets."

"Why would you take your wife there on your honeymoon?" Lily asked.

"We were traveling. We'd planned this for a very long time. I wanted to hunt with the tribe but she thought it was disgusting and almost became a vegetarian watching me kill a chicken. But she did enjoy our nights alone on the ground in our tent. She said something about me smelling like dirt and I think that was the only thing that made her happy the whole month."

Lily was giggling behind her hand and they all stared till she waved them away.

"Anyway, the Amazon women were mean because she wore all her designer outfits and hats outside and they thought she was conceited. So she didn't enjoy it as much as I did. But—" He said before his mother could interrupt. "But, I did make up for it by letting her shop till I passed out in every other country. That seemed to make her happy so we're not fighting."

"No other fights?" Fish asked.

"No. Unlike you I know what not to say to Bonnie."

"Shut up," Fish mumbled unhappily. "I had to deal with guys trying to dye my hair in my sleep for months. I deserve a bit of forgiveness on the things I say when I get back."

"But I like your blonde hair," Harry whined.

"That's why it's still this color. There can be blonde punks, despite what Johnny seems to think. I've been a punk since I was five years old and I have always had blonde hair."

"I'm starting not to like Johnny." He turned to his parents. "So where are Sirius and Remus and everyone? Shouldn't they all be in the house somewhere?"

James and Lily looked at each other and then Lily left. James joined Harry on the couch. "They're all out Christmas shopping. They'll be back soon."

"Ginny called us back five days early, told us to be here in the morning, and you all just happen to be out shopping?"

"It was spur of the moment shopping."

"Sirius realized he needed an extra pair of socks for Dumbledore?" Harry asked as Dumbledore had sort of invited himself to Christmas this year, so his father says. Bonnie told Harry that she thinks Dumbledore misses him since they don't go to school anymore.

"No. Just shopping they forgot about."

Harry nodded slowly, suspicious but finished with questioning on this subject. "Speaking of Sirius, where is my brother?"

"In the nursery."

"Nursery," Harry muttered under his breath, as though the word sounded off to him.

"Your mother went to check on him. He still talks about you, you know."

"Yeah, non-stop. He says full sentences now. All about you," Fish said, obviously annoyed.

"That's sweet. Hasn't he said anything else yet?"

"He said daddy," James said proudly. "So he could get my attention to ask for you."

"Is that why we're home early? Because he was annoying you?"

"We can handle our own son just fine without you. He does say things that don't have to do with you. It's just odd that he talks about you so often when you're so mean to him and have been gone all this time."

"I wasn't mean. I was just disinterested and cold."

"That's worse."

"When he's past the age of four I'll settle down and be nice to him. Until then I'm being careful to keep my distance and despise you and mother for thinking it proper to have another boy without discussing it with me first."

"I'm sorry; we'll just have to remember that next time."

"What next time? You have a child, two actually. Isn't that enough?"

"I was kidding Harry. Calm down. You'd think months of sex would make you less tense but you still get worked up over the weirdest things. Besides, I strongly doubt that we'll have more than one God-fearing child." Harry glared at him but James ignored it.

"It could happen."

"But there's nothing out there to fight. You killed Voldemort and the death eaters and while I'm sure fighting will continue between countries I don't see the world ending any time soon."

"Lucius Malfoy is still on the run," Harry pointed out.

"And what is he going to do without a master to tug his leash in the right direction?"

"I don't think Lucius Malfoy needs a master if he's determined enough. And I think murdering the man who was going to take him to the top with him would be enough determination, don't you?"

"Well we haven't seen or heard anything of him yet and it's been a while," James said.

"And that doesn't make me feel any better. Just worries me. I'll be having a meeting with Josh soon, I know it."

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Bonnie went to Ginny's room and knocked on her door. "Ginny, it's Bonnie." As soon as she'd said her name the door opened and she was pulled inside.

"You have to tell me everything. Let's start now," Ginny said, pulling Bonnie over the couch by the fire with her. "You did have sex didn't you?"

"Well, yeah. A lot." She smiled at the memory of yesterday afternoon. "But what about you and Fish?"

"Oh don't worry about that. I'm not even old enough to get married. I'll forgive him later when we go downstairs. But now you must tell me everything about your honeymoon. Was it perfect?"

Bonnie smiled. "It was very nice. Besides the Amazon but talking about it isn't helping me repress the bad parts. But I got my wish. Harry went back to being dirty for that little while; hunting and sitting around in the dirt making him smell like dirt and fresh air. He's so pretty when he's dirty. His porcelain skin smeared with mud and his clothes all rumpled and messy." She giggled as she remembered.

"Fish is boring. I mean he's cute but school has been more interesting. He took me on a date the first day I got back from school. He said he was desperate for my company. But he wasn't very talkative. He just sat there and stared at me and while it should probably have made me happy that he found me interesting it actually made me feel…bored."

"You're not going to break up are you?" Bonnie asked worriedly.

Ginny just shrugged. "I really like Fish. I do. He's bloody hot and he's really nice but the only thing we really enjoy doing together is snogging. I mean, there's that odd moment where he's really adorable and I realize why I'm dating him but it's faded a lot since we started dating."

"Maybe you just…are you sure?"

"I know you like that we're dating but I'm not sure how much longer it will last."

"Is this because he doesn't want to marry?"

"No. I guess I just realized when he said that he didn't want to get married that I didn't want to either. So I got angry because I thought there was something there but suddenly came to the realization that there no longer is. I really like Fish but I can't keep dating him if there's no click."

Bonnie nodded solemnly. "Is this the result of school?" Ginny just shrugged, Bonnie could tell she was hiding something. "You know, being away from him or something? Shouldn't you give him some time, so you can get back into the swing of things again?"

"I don't know." She looked up at her friend and Bonnie raised her eyebrows, waiting for Ginny to say something. "Bonnie…have you ever done something…spontaneous? Something you knew was a horrible idea at the time but you did it anyway and then you felt horrible but there was no way to take back what you did?"

Bonnie was silent, shocked first and then thinking. "Well, that one time with Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabinni I guess. Oh and this one time at Victoria's when I was living in the same dorm room as Harry I snuck into his bed and…well he'd never cared when I slept with him I did it all the time but…well…a spontaneous urge to undress him came over me and he caught me unbuttoning his shirt in his sleep. We were ten, he was so pretty. And well…I can't take that back. He had a whole bunch of scars on his stomach so I felt bad about trying."

"You and Harry are so weird," Ginny said, shaking her head. "But I guess that's not as bad as what I'm thinking about. But I'll just have to deal with it I guess."

"What did you do?" Bonnie asked curiously.

Ginny paused for a moment to think. "Nothing. It's nothing. Come on, let's go downstairs. We can talk more later. We should find out what everyone else is up to."

Bonnie nodded, taking Ginny's hand as she led the way out of the room.

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"So what was the real reason we're all home so early?" Harry asked as they all gathered in the lounge, Bonnie's parents included, without Jackline who was "in the bathroom." "Did I do something that won someone money for winning a certain bet?"

"No, not yet," James said, smiling as he thought about the bet. "Though if you must know the first one was about you winning the war but that one died when everyone bet for you."

"How nice."

"There's still two more though. We just have to wait."

"So, what is it? The reason we're here. You couldn't have missed us that much. If you did you would have made up a fake excuse months ago instead of five days before we arrived."

Everyone glanced at Sirius. Harry looked to his godfather. "Are you dying?"

Sirius smiled. "No, I'm not dying. Kind of the opposite actually."

"You're getting married?" Bonnie asked excitedly.

"That's not really the opposite is it?"

"No, but death is sad and marriage is a happy event. That's kind of opposite."

"Jackline and I are not getting married," Sirius said sadly.

"But you're going to," Bonnie summed. "That's why she's not in the room. You're going to propose?"

"That's not it either." He sighed and finally admitted it. "Jackline's pregnant. We're going to have a baby."

The room was silent as they all waited for one response in particular. Bonnie's. They all watched as a million emotions crossed her face. She was the first to speak as Harry lowered his head sadly in silence. "Well that's great!" Not exactly the response anyone was expecting. "I'm so happy for you both. Where's Jackline?"

"Here," she said from the doorway.

Bonnie got up from her seat beside Harry and pulled her aunt into a hug. "That's wonderful. I'm so happy for you. Have you told mother?"

"Yes, but…you're not upset? I just wanted you to know as soon as possible but I didn't want to upset you."

"Why would I be upset? I have the perfect husband and you're going to have a beautiful baby. You should get something out of your relationship with Sirius," she joked and everyone laughed at the easy air they hadn't anticipated.

"I'm hurt beyond belief," Sirius whined. "I'm much prettier than Harry," he said, flipping his hair.

"What I really want to know is does this mean you're getting married?"

"Maybe later," Jackline said. "We want to focus on the baby for now."

"When did you find out?" Bonnie asked, sitting beside Jackline on the empty sofa.

"Just this week. Like I said, I wanted you to know."

They spent the next hour discussing the baby and such before moving on to Harry and Bonnie's trip. No one was getting their presents from them until Christmas. They talked about all of the countries they visited, all the sites they saw, all the museums Harry dragged Bonnie to and all the markets and shops Bonnie dragged Harry to. Then they moved on to what had been going on with everyone else while the two were gone. They skipped over Fish since, by now, everyone had already heard his whole story about how much he hated his band and how he wanted Aces to die. (Aces had left with the other two of the band when Harry and Bonnie were planned to arrive.) James and Sirius had returned to their positions at Hogwarts and Remus returned to his. Lily had been taking care of little Sirius who was asleep upstairs. And Ginny….

"You're breaking up?" Harry asked, standing up from his chair.

"We're not broken up," Ginny said cautiously. "We're…taking a break."

Fish snorted.

"Fine Fish, why don't you explain to your leader what we currently are," Ginny said.

Fish just glared at her.

"But I liked you two as a couple," Harry said sadly. "You were such a cute example of opposites attracting, like Bonnie and I."

"Ginny, you didn't tell me you were broken up. You said you were unsure," Bonnie said.

"We just decided a second ago," Ginny said. "With our expressions."

"A sure sign that you should not break up," Harry said surely.

"Does this involve seeing other people?" Sirius asked.

"Of course, isn't that the point?" Ginny asked.

"Finally, I can have sex again," Fish mumbled.

"It means date, not have sex with them," Ginny altered.

"That's not fair. You weren't planning to have sex with anyone anyway."

"Well I'm the woman. It's my choice. If we get back together I don't want to pick up any diseases you may bring back with you."

"Oh please. Like you'll ever stop being a prude long enough for anyone to—"

"FISH!" Harry yelled before he could finish the sentence. "I don't think you need to resort to that. We all get the point. You're both very angry."

They were both silent, refusing to look at each other.

"I am not a prude," Ginny said quickly.

"Let's all go eat lunch, hmm?" Lily said, smiling to bring the group back. "Come on. Out of the lounge everyone before someone says something that ruins our appetites."

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When the day was over Harry and Bonnie headed back to their little house that his guards had sent over and placed somewhere on the grounds of the Potter Manor until they decided on a stationary home.

The house was silent as they entered, neither saying anything. Bonnie slowly un-accessorized as she headed up the stairs, dropping her new headband on the stairs and bracelet and a shoe along with it as she headed toward the room. Harry followed after her silently, aware of what was coming.

As soon as he entered the room, noticing her standing in the center of the room quietly and calmly, he closed the door to prepare for the scream that erupted from her small frame.

Harry came up behind her and grabbed her around the waist, holding her arms down to her side, away from her hair, and holding her back against his chest. Bonnie's scream fizzled out as she ran out of breath and her anger turned into sobs as she sunk to the floor; Harry following with his arms still wrapped protectively around her. Bonnie put her hands to her face and Harry placed a kiss on her cheek.

"It's okay pet. It'll be okay," he promised, kissing her cheek and her jaw and relaxing her wrists.

"Please don't tell her. I don't want to upset her. Please don't tell," Bonnie pleaded, resting her head back on his shoulder, sobbing as he rocked her side to side.

"I won't tell. I promise," he promised her softly, slowly releasing her so she could turn to curl up in his lap and sob against his chest, letting him hold her and rock her side to side until she cried herself to sleep. When he was sure she wasn't about to wake up he picked her up and put her in the bed, changing her clothes and climbing in behind her.

After months of being alone with her he had learned a lot more about his wife. She'd always wanted a baby, he knew that. But everyone wanted the things they couldn't have. But Harry knew that if Bonnie could have anything in the world, she would have a baby and she'd give up anything but Harry to have one. And if he could, he would give her one. But according to all of her healers, that would never happen; even if Harry Potter was a miracle worker.

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AN: I have a question for my readers. Maybe if I ask you for input I'll get more reviews. We'll see. Anyway, say a gang of men held up you and your friend and one of the men shot your friend because of the side she took in a war. They left you, because someone scared them off or something but you're still alive. Your friend dies on your way to taking her to the hospital. So you call your friend because you're too hysterical to do anything yourself and he offers to take care of it.

Is it too much to murder the people who killed your friend instead of just letting the police handle it? Maybe you should just beat them up real bad? I heard that some people in small towns do this to people because they don't like police, like when someone gets raped.

I was worried that I had gone too far in one of my future chapters so I just wanted your input about it. Thanks for those of you who reply.