"Look, his eyes are opening…"

"Do ye think he's finally come to?"

"Shhh—he's saying something."

Bright sunlight shone into Harry's eyes, "Andrew…" he mumbled, not knowing where he was. Then, suddenly, everything that had happened came flooding back to Harry's mind in a rush. He sat up quickly, frantic.

"I have to get Andrew—" he started to pull aside the bedclothes.

"Whoa there, young 'un—" Cedric Mc Tavish was beside him and held him back.

"No—you don't understand Cedric—Mr. Hawking, he's bad—he's the one—can't explain—"

"We know." Suzanna said, pulling up beside him. Harry looked at her, then around the room. He was in a hospital. St. Mungo's by the look of it. How did he get here?

"We found you with Mr. Hawking Harry, we saw the force-field explode and you collapse. The dragons were already dead and so we brought both you and the baby home." Joanne explained as she came to the other side of the bed, Jamie joining her. He smiled and nodded as she spoke.

"We're just glad you're okay mate." Jamie said, "you gave us a right scare."

Harry tried to take in all this information at once. Now that he remembered, he did see four figures come through the door when he collapsed.

"What happened to Mr. Hawking?" Harry asked.

"Well…let's just say the dementors will have plenty of fuel tonight," Jamie said grinning.

"Is Hermione here? And the others?" Harry asked.

Suzanna smiled, "well, they were, but you know the kids were getting frantic and so they went home. We stayed with you."

"Thanks." Harry said, looking down at his hands.

"Don't feel bad mate," Cedric said, "you're the one who found him and didn't let him escape."

"But…but he could have died, or been lost again….if only I hadn't collapsed…" Harry mumbled ruefully.

"Well, then lucky we were there, no?" Cedric chuckled, his pipe tucked under his tongue.

Harry stayed silent.

"Listen Harry—no one else, not even us, could have broken through the force-field. It took an enormous amount of strength and dare I say it—love. Nothing but that could have done it. It seemed to have killed all the dragons in it's backlash—save for you and Mr. Hawking with Andrew. Made our job easier," Joanne said, putting a hand on his shoulder. At this point the healer came in. He was a middle-aged man with dark brown hair.

"Well hello, I'm Hr. Statham, and you are Mr…..Potter? The Harry Potter? Blimey, never thought I'd see the day. Mind you it's been 30 some odd years since you were born and 13 some odd years since you defeated you know who but your name is still common among households. Still, you're probably sick of it eh?" he asked smiling.

Harry half-smiled, "you don't know the half of it."

Hr. Statham examined Harry's eyes with an instrument which looked like a cross between a flashlight and a hand-held fan.

"Well," he mumbled, as the tiny contraption made a whirring noise, "it seems like you are well enough to go home Mr. Potter. You'll just have to take some potions for a couple of days to be completely better." He got up waved his wand, which seemed like a special wand for healers. He handed Harry a bag of tiny potion bottles. Harry thanked him.

"Well, Mr. Potter, it was nice to meet you—and all of you as well. Good-bye." He said, leaving in a hurry—someone was in need of a quacklebursting—whatever that was.

Harry walked into the Weasley mansion, where sounds of chatter and girlish laughter could be heard. He walked into the large living room where Ron and Ginny were sitting on the couch. Ginny's instincts caused her to whip around. Her eyes attached to Harry's and immediately brimmed with tears. She ran towards him and threw her arms around him. Harry pulled her close and kissed her. He buried his nose into her hair and smelled the familiar fragrance of lavender.

"Harry…I'm so glad you're okay…oh I was so worried…I love you so much." She sobbed.

"Hey—Hey, Ginny, darling, I'm alright…I love you too." Harry smiled and held her tightly as Ron walked up to them.

Harry let go of Ginny and stood in front of Ron. Not knowing whether to hug or just shake hands, Harry stood awkwardly.

Ron gave Harry a hug, "Thanks mate…we owe you the world."

Harry parted, "you owe me nothing." He smiled and out of the corner of his eye saw three children coming into view. They all saw Harry at once and came running up to him, throwing themselves on him.

"Uncle Harry! Uncle Harry! You're okay!" Victoria and Isabelle said in unison.

"Dad! Thank goodness you're alright!" James said hugging his side.

"Yes, I am," Harry chuckled, "Where's Hermione?" he asked. Ron motioned upstairs. Harry crept upstairs and slowly walked to Andrew's room. He peered inside and he saw Hermione inside, with her back to him, nursing the baby. Harry could hear tiny sniffles coming from both her and the baby. He smiled to himself and turned around. He leant on the doorpost for a few seconds before beginning to leave.

"Harry?" Hermione called.

"Er, yeah it's me." He answered. He turned around and Hermione was facing him. She had put Andrew in his crib and was staring at Harry with glistening eyes. Harry walked up to her and she fell into his chest.

"Thank you…" she whispered. Harry said nothing and just held his friend. He could feel her shaking.

"It's okay Hermione…he's with you now…"

She looked up at him, "I was worried about you Harry…you mean as much to me as my son does."

Harry kissed her forehead and suggested that she get some rest. She smiled and he walked her to her bedroom. She quickly fell asleep and Harry went to his own room, where him and Ginny were staying and flopped down on the bed. A tiny knock on the door was followed by Ginny's long strands of scarlet hair. She smiled and walked over to the bed. She snuggled under the covers beside Harry and held him around the waist with one arm. Harry kissed her and held her hand, running his fingers over it softly.

Some while later, Ginny sat up and looked at Harry. She had an apprehensive look on her face and her blue eyes depicted something unsure.

"What?" Harry asked quietly.

"Erm…well, Harry—lately I was feeling quite ill and I was unusually emotional. I thought it was just the circumstances but…"

"But what?" Harry asked, this time concerned.

Ginny said nothing and smiled. She took Harry's hand and placed it on her belly.

"Number two…" she whispered.

Harry's jaw dropped. Did she mean what he thought she meant? Another…

"Ginny? Are you serious? You're—you're pregnant?" a wide smile spread across his face and any exhaustion formerly felt was now anticipation. Ginny nodded furiously and laughed. Harry grabbed her in a tight hug and laughed along with her.

"Looks like I've still got it…" he said, grinning. Ginny punched his arm playfully and laughed.

"Oh Ginny you've made me so happy…I love you more than anyone could guess."

"That's what this baby was made with Harry," Ginny said, smirking. Harry stuck out his tongue in mock disgust as Ginny giggled.

Smells of delicious food and pumpkin juice filled Harry's nose as he sat with his friends and family in the back yard. Him and Ginny shared a hammock, rocking in the warm sunlight. Ron and Hermione were helping the children blow bubbles. They left the children to themselves and walked over to Harry, Ron carrying a cooing baby Andrew. His tiny tuft of red hair stuck up at the top and his large blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight.

"Harry, we'd like to tell you something." Hermione said, folding her hands. Harry and Ginny sat up and looked at them.

Ron smiled, "Harry, we'd like you to be Andrew's godfather," he said, looking at Harry tentatively.

Harry was taken aback, "Me? Really? I don't know what to say..."

"Well, you did save his life…it's only fitting that it should be you. And of course Ginny as his godmother."

Harry was so taken up with joy that Ginny answered for the both of them, "Of course we would love to." She said putting a hand on Harry's shoulder. Harry looked at them and nodded solemnly. He stood up and took Andrew into his arms. Andrew looked up at him. He focused on his face, which was making dribbling noises. Hermione, Ron and Ginny came beside him. They all looked down on the baby.

"I would love to…" Harry whispered. And at that moment, he realized that, since his first days at Hogwarts, he had made no mistake in choosing his friends.

THE END