Hm, here you go. It's about the Present, what everyone else is doing while Harry is stuck in the past. And I had a few reviews asking the reason for Harry obliviating Arthur... and so I figured I do owe you an explanation as it might not have seemed like such a wonderful idea at the moment. You'll find my excuse in the forums if you're up to it.
Presently 01..."We All Speak the Same Language"
New Years Eve.
Hermione heaved.
She's always been a bit touched in the head since Ron died... then she suddenly didn't understand the words coming from other's mouths once Harry left.
Currently... she couldn't hear anything at all. Only the screams and chaos all around her.
"Ms. Weasley! Push! You're doing fantastically!"
Hermione had half the mind to stick her foot where the nurse probably didn't enjoy having stuck. But she couldn't even lift her foot off the bed without feeling incredibly stupid... so she screamed her lungs' worth instead. The nurses' ears will be ringing by the end of this, she promised.
'Red hair... red hair and sparkling, brown eyes,' Hermione gripped the covers under her, 'He'll have a sweet, bubbly laughter, grow up so tall and lanky, and hate cats...' The voices were disappearing now and Hermione was acting on auto-drive.
'And he'll be such a dunce in Charms, yet an excellent, Quidditch-obsessed flyer. And we'll be happy... Dear God keep us happy...'
Tears leaked behind heavy lashes and the shrieks and wails of a newborn baby filled the white room.
"Ms. Weasley..." the nurse gasped, sweat on her brows and tickling her chin, "It's a baby boy.
Hermione laughed in insane glee, 'Of course... of course...'
She took him without opening her eyes, just holding the crying, bloody child in her weak arms and gently laid her cheek on his head, "Harry's such a wonderful name isn't it?" she asked, her voice a scratchy croak. The baby was crying himself red.
Hermione opened her red eyes to take in her baby and smiled at the familiar wisps of fiery red hair and tear-filled blue eyes... Hermione's smiled was immediately replaced by a frown, "... he doesn't have brown eyes..."
The nurse leaned over her shoulder and gently stroked the baby's chin, "Most children are born with blue eyes. They'll soon change into their natural colors if it's not blue."
"It's won't be blue," Hermione promised, holding the baby to her chest, "Harry's eyes won't be blue..."
The nurse didn't know how to respond, so she simply nodded, "Um... ma'am... I have to take the baby for a bit..."
Hermione passed him over to the flustered woman and fell back into bed, "His name's Harry Weasley," she informed casually, pulling the wet sheets to her chin and closing her eyes. The nurse quickly nodded and scurried for the door, crying baby in her arms...
The fading wails of the newly-named "Harry" was almost soothing to Hermione as her senses filled up with it and slow thump-thump-thump of her heart.
McGonagall was right. She was wasting away...
Harry Weasley.
Hermione chuckled. She'd make it.
Neville frowned at the two untouched envelopes before him.
One from the Minister, and another from Moody.
He... really didn't want to touch it, much less open it... only because he knew what this was about.
He really didn't want to do this... especially since...—
Neville frowned and gave the next room a glance. Ginny sat in her usual seat, happily sewing up an old patch on his robe, pausing sometimes to lovingly stroke her stomach.
They got married in April... and they found out about their child in May.
Neville smiled to himself, almost secretly and he reached forward to flip the white envelope to the opening where the seal was stamped onto its cover. With a twitching finger, he scratched at the phoenix figure engraved into the wax.
He really couldn't accept this. He looked at Ginny who held up the completed robe with an almost boyish grin. Neville shook his head and slowly peeled open the envelope and opened the letter inside.
So it was time...
Neville Longbottom accepted the position of Leader of the Order of the Pheonix, as well as becoming the Head Auror in the Ministry of Magic.
Ginny had smirked at him and raised a slender, red eyebrow mockingly, which disappeared immediately when Neville grabbed her around the waist and dipped her into a long and dry kiss.
So, little by little, the Order was restored, it's members gathering together from out the shadows and back into the light. The Ministry, as well, regained themselves and put all their efforts into rebuilding the Wizarding Community... starting with Hogwarts.
Hogwarts, which by the end of the war was only a pile of bricks and ashes. Slowly, the magnificent castle was coming together, stone by stone, wall by wall, its students by its teachers.
The magical creatures returned to the regrowing forest, the evergreen leaves hiding them sufficiently from human eyes, and peace fell amongst its inhabitants.
... and off to the side on the Calm Lands, Hagrid's Hut sat quietly, untouched and unblemished.
It would become a historical landmark in time.
"Potter" is now a lost family. Much like the "Malfoy" and "Black." So, with the major pure-blood families gone forever, the once shunned "Weasleys" are pushed into a helpless spotlight.
And that day, the Daily Prophet reporters caught Bill, head of the family. The once-handsome redhead grinned down at the stout camera man and erected a carefully chosen finger, lovely wife at his side.
(There was no mention of how Fleur actively swore at the reporters in all sorts of languages in the article.)
-be continued-