Well it has been a very long time since I updated this fic. Unfortunetly my real life stepped in and ran me over. Trips to the Hospital with two of my kids take up more than all my fingers and opperations on one take up a whole hand. So I hope you forgive me. I really do want to finish this fic, so I am praying life will let me.

So here is a part from Harry's point of view. Not a major part but some fun things in it. I hope you enjoy it.


Olivia loves me. Her cute spontaneous words rolled around and around in my head. Ron kept elbowing me, and whispering that I should really wipe the silly grin off my face before people started asking me who I had shagged just before coming to Neville's bucks night.

We had met at The Three Broomsticks ignoring the groans that it was no bucks party if the man's fiancé was serving the drinks. But that was only the beginning of what I had planned, well George and Ron had helped…actually George probably came up with most of the ideas. Even though I had canned the one that consisted of turning Neville into a toad and losing him for an hour or two so that he knew how Trevor had felt throughout most of our first year.

"You're looking mighty pleased with yourself." Lee commented taking a seat across from Ron and I while he wriggled his eyebrows at me. We were waiting for Dean and Seamus. The place was already full of most of the males from the DA and a few of Neville's Herbology friends who I would have to say were a little on the strange side. I didn't want to ask about the one who appeared to have a patch of moss on his head and what looked to be a small bush shooting out of it. "So are you going to tell me her name?"

I looked up at him and shook my head. "It's not what you think." I told him, but I truly couldn't stop myself smiling again at the thought of my little girl.

George at this point slid into the seat next to Lee and narrowed his eyes at me, before shaking his head. "I'm not sure I want to know what put that look on your face."

"I reckon he got some just before turning up here." Lee nodded at George as he clunked his butterbeer against George's. "Now spill who is it?"

George shivered. "Nope, now I know I don't want to know."

"It's not what you're thinking. Get your mind out of the gutter." I commented.

"I knew this was going to happen." Ron mumbled to me then looked up at his older brother and close friend. "Olivia told him she loves him that's all. He's grinning because a three year old adores him."

Lee sniggered. "Bit young isn't it Harry?"

"Don't be disgusting." George bit back at Lee. "You sure she wasn't just trying to get out of trouble for something. That's Fred's latest trick when Ange or I are telling him off, he just stares up at us with these big innocent looking eyes and says 'Luv vu.'"

I laughed out loud at that. I could just imagine one year old Fred already working out how to deflate his parent's frustration. He really was turning out to be just like his namesake.

"Nah, it was just as we were leaving. Harry gave her a hug and kiss, and she hugged him back and it just came out." Ron answered with a shake of his head. "But then again Harry does tend to get told he's loved by most of the female wizarding population."

I looked up at Lee, we hadn't as yet told him and Alicia, hell I still hadn't explained it to Neville which I really should have after the other night. Lee was now looking back at me with a shake of his head. "Sounds like you and Olivia have really hit it off." He paused looking at me for a while. "So you and Ginny must be getting on better now days then? How are you handling that?"

How was I handling it? Well I wasn't sure I knew the answer to that myself. My mind thought back to how Ginny had blushed today after Olivia had sung her little song. We had locked eyes and suddenly she had turned that shade of red which almost matched her hair and looked at me like I was reading her very thoughts. I wish I was actually reading her thoughts. Because no matter how frustrated I was still with the whole situation and how confused I was about well just about everything my heart still seemed to want her. Long for her, dream of her. Blast it, would I ever get that fiery red head out of my heart? I sighed into my butterbeer, realising that no, I probably never would. It isn't like I can avoid her. She is after all the mother of my daughter, the sister of my bestfriend. Bloody hell the people I thought of as parent figures in my life were her parents. No wonder I had spent the past few years pretty much running away on every strange assignment Robards could come up with for me.

"Are we ready to party?" Dean's voice rang out from the door. "The first of our roommates is tying the knot."

"Ahh, yes the old ball and chain." Seamus's voice joined in. "No offence Hannah, but do you have it behind the bar there? You know, polishing it thinking just how Neville will look shackled?"

We all turned and looked at them and I couldn't help but wonder if they had once again started tonight's celebrations earlier in the day.

"No Seamus, but I do have the portkeys Lavender gave me to get you sorry behind home the next time you pass out in my bar." Hannah smiled back at them, placing a couple more butterbeers on the bar. "These are on the house, but from the look of you two I should probably already start you on the coffee."

"Oh, come on, you wouldn't really do that. You love having us stay here with you. We love your breakfasts." Dean winked at her.

Hannah laughed. "You're forgetting I'm not going to be here in the mornings anymore after the wedding. Bert's going to be serving breakfast from now on." She smiled at the strange wizard who we were sure was gay and always seemed to be eyeing up Dean whenever we were in.

Dean stopped short glancing at the wizard who winked back at him, causing Dean to choke and the rest of us laugh heartily.

Seamus leaned over the bar and grabbed Hannah's hand. "So this is it then? Neville's making an honest woman out of you and you're cutting us lose. All those nights you looked after us, made sure we were safe. I thought you cared?"

Hannah pulled her hand away and swatted Seamus with her bar cloth. "Be off with you now. You know full well it's only because I didn't want half of you left in my bar when you attempted to disapparate home at the end of a night on the town."

"Ah, Hannah your breaking my heart." Seamus grinned grabbing his butterbeer and turning to where the rest of us were seated. "Ah, there's the groom." Raising his butterbeer and nodding at Neville. "You do know why they call it a groom don't you? It's because she will spend her life from now on telling you what to wear, how your hair should be kept and what you should eat to be healthy. In essence Hannah will attempt to groom you into what she sees as the perfect male from now on."

I couldn't help but shake my head and wonder just how Lavender put up with Seamus at all. Hannah was now scowling at the back of his head.

"Sounds good to me, you know I've never been the best at choosing which clothes go with what." Neville grinned and winked at Hannah across the bar. Making her beam back at him, they really were totally crazy for each.

"Right everyone drink up, Harry's booked our dinner reservations for 20 minutes from now and we don't want to keep them waiting." George called out, after pulling out his list and checking it again. "You did book didn't you Harry? And the strippers?"

I shook my head at George, rolling my eyes. His last three words had been a lot louder, just to get a rise out of Neville and Hannah.

"George Weasley, do I need to floo your Wife? Or Mother?" Hannah questioned him with a sly grin. "Or maybe I'll just use one of the portkeys Angelina gave me for when you pass out. I especially like this one." She held up a baby bib I could remember Fred wearing with the words. 'My Mummy has my Daddy whipped.' Animated with a whip slashing across it.

I couldn't help but join in the laughter when George actually turned red. Angelina certainly knew how to keep him on his toes. George banged his head on the table muttering. "Bloody woman, just wait till I get home tonight."

Lee just nudged him. "Don't worry about it mate, you'll probably arrive home via that very portkey, too drunk to care."

George grumbled some more and I had the feeling tonight was going to be good. Once we left the Three Broomsticks, everywhere else we went was booked privately. No media, no circus, just fun with my mates. It surprised me to realise I needed it as well. To unwind from all that happened in the last few weeks.

I woke the next morning not feeling all that bad. I suppose it helped that I had watching my alcohol consumption due to the fact I really didn't want things to get out of hand and Neville be permanently turned into something other than human.

I was also relaxed. It had been fun, and we had certainly had a few laughs probably most of them at Neville's expense. He had done quite a few funny things other the years. I had certainly had everyone laughing when I repeated what Molly had over heard him saying about him and Hannah in one of the Green Houses at Hogwarts. Then how he had been so embarrassed he had excused himself by telling Ginny he was needed back at Hogwarts to water the lake. As much as Neville had come into his own at the end of the war and even really stood out as a great hero. He could still have those moments where I was reminded of the bumbling forgetful Neville I had first meet on the Hogwarts express when we were only 11.

Whistling my way down stairs I wasn't surprised at all to find Hermione already awake and reading in the kitchen as she nursed a morning cup of coffee.

"This is getting to be a habit, meeting you down here on a Saturday morning." I quipped.

"Oh you're awake. I thought you would sleep much longer. Was it a good night?" She asked looking up and actually shutting the book to start the conversation.

"Yeah, we had fun. I managed to get Neville home in one piece with no permanent extra things attached to him." I answered her.

She smiled. "Hmm, I'm sure that was a challenge with George and Lee there."

I shook my head and sat down. "Yeah they are rather adventurous. But I managed to keep George under control by threatening to hold a belated bachelor party for him as he eloped and we never got the chance to play any tricks on him."

"And that worked?" She asked me clearly turning the idea over in her head.

"Well, that and reminding him of a few secrets he doesn't want Molly or Angelina finding out about." I added slyly.

Hermione grinned. "Good, just remember those and make sure Ron gets home in one piece when it's his turn."

"Aww, doesn't Ron having a tail or big floppy ears appeal to you Hermione?" I couldn't help but ask.

She narrowed her eyes at me. "Just you remember Harry James Potter no matter powerful you are I still know more spells than you do."

"I don't doubt it." I mumbled with a smirk as I pulled out some cereal and milk, thinking of the large lunch I would have at the Weasleys.

Hermione was watching me closely as I sat down with my bowl and shoved the first spoonful of cereal in my mouth. "So did you wear that grin you left the burrow with all night?" She asked.

I shrugged and couldn't help but smile slightly again at the thought of Olivia's words yesterday. "Probably."

"So…..you and Ginny?" She started with question in her voice.

I paused with my spoon half way to my mouth. "What?" I asked.

"Just wondering that's all. You seem to be coping well around her, I mean we keep thinking you're over her and something tends to throw you. It could be as small as just seeing her when you weren't expecting to." She caught my eye. "Now you're seeing her all the time. Have you two really had a chance to talk now that everything is out there?"

I placed my spoon back in the bowl not even bothering to fill my mouth. "Not really." I mumbled, its strange how you can want something so much but completely dread it at the same time.

"You should make the time then." Hermione stated. "I think it might help you both."

I frowned at her. "Is there something I should know?" I had to ask as my mind swirled with possibilities, could there be more that Ginny had kept from me even now?

"Oh." Hermione said opened her book again staring at the pages, but I could tell she wasn't really reading it. "I just thought it would be good… Ginny hasn't told me much… But….well I can see you still have questions." The pauses signaling Hermione was fumbling to explain her suggestion.

The Floo behind me flared causing Hermione to look up. "Oh, hey Charlie." She said almost pleased to be interrupted.

"Hey guys, hope you don't mind, but thought I would escape here." He said as I turned to look at him.

"You're always welcome." Hermione smiled brightly jumping up from the table. "Would you like something to drink?"

"Sure why not." He said taking a seat next to me.

"Your little one is not too pleasant when she's sick." He groaned out.

What? My head screamed. "Liv's sick?" I asked.

Charlie nodded. "All the little ones are and Fleur as well." He answered me. "Fleur reckons Vic picked it up from a play group she went to this week and decided to share with Olivia and Fred. They are all vomiting so lunch is called off."

"What? Mum never cancels Lunch." Ron exclaimed from the doorway with a few muttered curses thrown in for good measure. I would have sworn he was only up because he knew someone was going to remove the best feed he had all week from his life.

"Poor little things." Hermione stated placing a cup of tea in front of Charlie.

He picked up the cup taking a sip and audibly sighing at the taste. "You always know just how I like it Hermione." Charlie looked at Ron's hair sticking up and the still bed rumpled face in bright orange Chudley Cannons pyjamas blinked a few times and turned back to Hermione. "Doesn't that sight blind you?"

She smirked. "It's called compromise I let him wear those a couple of times a month and he doesn't try to convince me to paint the bedroom that colour."

Charlie shook his head then looked at me. "Yeah, Liv's sick. Poor thing won't let anyone but Ginny near her and keeps crying for her 'maman' every time she spews, she's speaking only in French as well. I couldn't understand a word of it, strange seeing Ginny talking back just as fast."

"And you just left them there?" I questioned wanting to rush over there. Standing up to dump the rest of my cereal I suddenly wasn't so sure I would be welcomed there by Ginny if she was having a bad morning. I must have stopped and looked like I wasn't too sure because Hermione clearly guessing my thoughts said. "I'm sure it's fine for you to check up on her Harry."

"I left Dad there. Just don't take offense if Liv won't let you near her. Mum's given up even and gone to help Bill." He paused for a moment, looked up at me then added. "But yeah, I'm sure Ginny would like the fact you checked in."

"Right then, I'll just grab a jersey and my wand and be off." I said making up my mind. Not entirely sure what I was going to walk into at the Burrow. Hating the fact that I once again wasn't the father Olivia wanted when she was sick. If she was asking for her mother over Ginny I doubted I would have much more luck with her.

Heading out of the Kitchen I head Hermione saying. "Charlie I have a few questions for you." About what? I thought then brushed it aside knowing Hermione it could be about anything in that encyclopedia brain of hers.

Arriving at the Burrows back door I just let myself into the kitchen still not sure why I didn't floo, but for some reason I felt now I was invading Ginny's space if I arrived in her living room by surprise. "Hey." I called out. "Charlie dropped by and said Liv's sick."

"Ahh, hello there Harry." Arthur said coming down the stairs with a cloak over his arm. "I've been called into the ministry, something about letterboxes charmed to bite muggle postmen." He said shaking his head. "I thought they didn't deliver the mail on Sundays, those muggles are strange."

I couldn't help but feel like chuckling. "They don't. But I suppose we might have only just received the news. After all the poor mailman's probably spent the night in a mental hospital for telling the Doctors that the letterbox bit him."

"Hmmm, well I don't like it." Arthur shook his head. "I'm not normally called in now days but they think probably over 50 people have been told due to a bunch of teenagers checking it out and feeding it."

My eyebrows must have risen. "So what do letterboxes eat now days?"

Arthur stopped midway through putting his cloak on and chuckled at the question. "You know I have no idea. Must ask those teens before I obliviate them. Ginny and Liv are in the living room. Poor things. Ginny's just started vomiting as well. I hate to leave them. Feel better that you're here." He stated walking out the door.

I headed for the living room, not sure what I would find. Only to open the door to hear Olivia spewing into a bowl and Ginny holding her hand over her nose and mouth as she held the bowl out for her. "Ah, your Dad just left, he said I would find you in here." I stated standing at the door wondering what to do. Ginny looked rather green, like she was holding herself back from vomiting.

Ginny just turned and looked at me wide eyed. "Can you?" She said gesturing to the bowl she was holding.

"Sure." I stepped up behind the couch and took the bowl placing a hand on Olivia's back. "I've got her." I said to Ginny's retreating back. It was only a few seconds later I heard her spewing into the downstairs toilet.

Olivia coughed, and then looked up at me with tear-filled eyes. "Je suis malade." (I'm sick).

My eyes went wide. "Liv, I don't speak French honey." I put the bowl down on the couch and grabbed my wand casting 'Evanesco' to the contents half praying the smell would go as well.

Olivia just burst into tears. I sighed walking around the couch intending to pick her up and give her a cuddle. But she shook her head at me cuddling into her blanket she had over her and the Pegasus toy I had brought her a few weeks ago backing herself into the corner of the couch. "J'ai mal au ventre." ('My stomach hurts', or 'I have a stomach ache').

I frowned again. Great now I can't even talk to my daughter as she's reverted back to what was probably her main language. I sat down next to her. "Would you like me to read to you?" I asked her pointing to a pile of books on the side table which looked like they had been placed there for that reason.

She just stared at me wide eyed, and sniffed.

"Don't worry it's not you." Ginny said coming back into the room. "She doesn't want anyone near her, and has probably asked for Andre and Louisa 40 times since she started vomiting at 4 in the morning." Ginny yawned and flopped into an armchair. "vous vous sentez mieux." (You feel better?).

"J'ai mal au ventre." ('My stomach hurts', or 'I have a stomach ache'). Olivia answered her.

"That, that's what she said just before." I questioned Ginny.

"I know you do sweetheart. So do I." Ginny answered her with compassion in her eyes then turned to look at me. "She said she has a sore tummy that's all."

I nodded looking at Ginny's still very pale face. "I can look after her for a while. Why don't you go and get some rest." I offered. She really didn't look at all well. I turned back to Olivia. "Are you alright with just me for a little while?" I asked her. She just stared back with large eyes and shook her head at me. Making me feel even more useless I tried to think of what to do when Olivia half dry reached once again. Grabbing the bowl I had it under her mouth just in time to catch the first bits of the next spew.

"Oh God." I head Ginny gasp and race back out of the room. This wasn't quite what I had expected from my day when I woke up this morning I couldn't help but think as I moved closer to Liv and wiped her hair back from her little pained face.

"There we go." I said as she finished again and after quickly using 'Evanesco' on the contents of the bowl, I then handed Olivia a water bottle sitting near her. "Here have some small sips of water to clean your mouth out Liv." Which she took and after a couple of sips and looked at me wide eyed once more like she was trying to work something out.

"Maman." She whispered.

Now that word I knew at least from Victoire. "You miss her don't you?" I asked and watched her nod at me. "You know I still miss my Mum and Dad sometimes as well. It's fine to miss them sweetheart." I told her once again brushing her hair back from her face.

Olivia stared back at me for another long moment before she climbed over onto my knee and snuggled in. I felt my heart melt again as I placed my arms around her and placing the bottle back on the side table leant back on the couch hoping that she would get some rest. She really did look like she was in pain.

I had almost drifted off when I finally heard Ginny return to the room. Opening my eyes I saw her staring at me like she was amazed. "How did you do that?" She asked pointing to Liv.

I glanced down at our little girl and saw that she had nodded off her pained face of a few moments ago now relaxed in peace. "I think she's just totally exhausted." I answered with a small shrug not wanting to wake her.

"No, I know that. I meant the fact that she hasn't allowed anyone to touch her other than me today." Ginny explained lowering herself into a chair still looking pale.

I half shrugged trying not to move too much. "I don't know." But feeling pretty special that I seemed to be once again someone she could trust. "You need to go to bed." I told her, I hated seeing Ginny looking like she did.

She half snorted. "I doubt I would even make it up the stairs. I haven't felt this sick...well since I was pregnant with her." She finished by closing her eyes and taking a few deep breaths.

I slowly moved my arm from over Olivia and carefully picked up my wand stopping when Liv moaned slightly, waited and when I was sure she wouldn't wake up quickly transfigured another chair into a bed and the cushions into a pillow and some blankets. Spells which were extremely handy when you caught out having to wait days on a mission. "There you go you can lie down here, that way I can keep an eye on both of you." I said to Ginny's surprised face.

She half crawled onto the bed and pulled on the blankets over her. "Thanks." She whispered fingering the dark green blanket. "This is my favourite colour."

I nodded. "Well that's good, as it the colour of your uniform and you have to wear it most days."

"No, this is more emerald." She whispered again. "Like your eyes."

I turned to look at her but she had already shut her eyes so I just stared at her pale face I wanted her to rest. But had she really just said the colour of my eyes was still her favourite. I could remember teasing her the first time she had ever told me that when we were together. It was after all probably the most girly romantic thing I had ever heard her say.

I lay my head back again and closed my eyes thinking about what Ginny had just said. Was it just that she liked the colour no matter what? Or was it that she still liked the colour because it reminded her of me? I opened my eyes again to look at her only to find her looking at me.

"Tell me about some of your assignments?" She asked.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her. "Theres not much to tell really other than I can now say for sure Lavender was mild in her silly talk about 'won won'. When we were at school. The way some people talk to their pets and even other people in show business is a language all on its own. Do you know how hard it is to save someones life their screams are almost popping your eardrums?"

Ginny raised her eyebrows slightly amused. "How did you stand it?" She asked.

I shrugged my shoulders again. "They weren't all bad. Irena was one of the best really. Did you know she has a muggle degree in Law? Its quite amusing watching her rip into a photographer who tries to push the limits of a contract. Most models couldn't even read them let alone write their own."

"I didn't know that. Beauty and brains." Ginny seemed to mull over what I had just told her for a moment before looking back at me. "Were you... Did you..." She looked away for a moment. "Were any of them...well...turn into real relationships?"

Ginny was asking about my love life? What the heck? Did that mean I could ask about hers? The thought appealed to me and scared the living daylights out of me at the same time. After all I knew nothing about hers and she probably knew nothing about mine over the last few years. I shook my head at her. "Nah, most of them weren't my type. In fact alot were quite abit older than me." I shrugged and decided to be honest. "A few certainly offered."

Ginny sighed and moved a bit starring at the ceiling for

a bit before talking again. "Well I can't fault their taste."

"It would have been very unprofessional if I had taken on anything that personal with them. It would have clouded my focus and put them at more risk." I answered her while trying very hard to ignore the fact that she had pretty much just said she could still be attracted to me. Even though my heart was beating so hard I thought it might wake Olivia.

Ginny turned and starred at me for a moment. "Sounds very sensible. So you never break the rules anymore?" She asked a little sarcastically. Lying down must have made her feel better because I could also see a glint in her eye when she asked.

I couldn't help but smile. "Not when I'm working much. No." I answered her. "I wasn't exactly in the best place after the war for the first couple of years." I told her honestly. "In fact the first few assignments I think I just took them to get away from everything. Everyone was getting better and getting on with their lives. I...well I just didn't seem to have the same hope they did." I answered honestly. Well I suppose not completely honestly as the truth was I just struggled to accept I had come back to life for Ginny, to have the family with her I had dreamed of. Dumbledores words came back to me. 'Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and above all, those who live without love. By returning, you may ensure that fewer souls are maimed, fewer families are torn apart such as yours and Ginny's. If that seems to you a worthy goal, though we say good-bye for the present.' These words at the time in that bright white light of my in between life at Kings Cross station had encouraged me. Made me think it was a promise of a bright future for Ginny and I. But now, well now I realised that maybe it was just a statement of what had and was happening. Ginny had carried and given birth to our child alone, without my support and at that stage was about to give Olivia up for her own safety due to the fact I was announced Dead. I hugged Olivia a little closer to me wishing once again Voldermort hadn't destroyed so much. I sighed, it probably wasn't the time while Ginny was so ill to interrogate her about her love life. "I dated Katie Bell for about a year though." I decided she should know I had been serious about someone. But the truth was I was never quite sure if I had been serious about Katie or serious about moving on from Ginny. "We broke up about this time last year. She wanted marriage etc, and well... I worked out she wasn't the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Life with her was, could have been easy. But she deserved better than that. She deserves someone who loves and adores her, I couldn't give her that."

Ginny just stared at me. "She is lovely though, she was always very nice to me."

I smirked at her. "Probably because she always had the hots for Fred when she was younger, she calls it her teenage crush." Seeing Ginny's eyes pop slightly wide made me smile at her. "Didn't you know that Ange would have preferred to go to the Yule ball with George?"

"Hmm, but Ange and George, well I thought they were seeing each other before Fred, well you know..." She stopped her question. It could still be hard on all of us to talk about. Easier with little Fred about, like we all almost expected him to be quite like his namesake. But difficult none the less.

"Not quite. But it didn't take too long. George well he spent a lot of time at Grimald place with us once he escaped your Mum, and well I have to say the other 4 of Fred's mates just followed. Our own little support team. Some of those who knew Fred best, hanging out in the big old house. I have to admit to not having much to do with the redecorating. Hermione, Ange, Alicia and Katie took to it with great gusto when they realised I wasn't to worried about the cost. Looking back I can see how Katie and I ended up together. It was easy..."

"Comfortable." Ginny muttered, almost to herself. "Reality is so different to what I've thought over the years." She seemed to snuggle under the blanket again, moving around before snuggling on her side looking at me. "I'm sorry I believed all the crap about you. I should have let you know about Liv as soon as possible. I just well...made a mistake." Before closing her eyes again.

And there it was. The words that melted some of the resentment I was still holding. Here I sat holding my daughter, the most wonderful miracle. Watching her mother rest. The woman I had wanted for so long, admitting she had made a mistake. As Olivia groaned slightly and scrunched up her tiny nose as if she was in pain, I couldn't help but remember how much time I had spend regretting the night she had been conceived. In just a few short weeks this little girl had become my life. Her mother whom I had been so hurt by, well I just didn't know anymore, it was confusing to say the least. But the seeds of hope were starting to sprout.


Please let me know if you want me to continue. There probably isn't much point in working hard to finish this if everyone has already given up on me.

Hope you at least got a smile or two from the first part of this one.