Chapter One: Home for the Holidays

Disclaimer: Hello! J.K Rowling here! I've decided to take time off from counting my huge stacks of muggle money and write a story for (For those of you who don't speak sarcasm, allow me to translate: I am not J.K Rowling I do not own Harry Potter and I do not have huge stacks of muggle money…

Ginny sat before the type-writer, tongue stuck between her teeth as she racked her brain trying, in vain, to finish the article that rested on her desktop. Christmas was only three days away and she wanted to be finished in time to enjoy it. The warm sounds of the radio wafted across the room to where the thirty-seven year old threw another failed attempt into the roaring fire where it promptly exploded in a flash of green light. Pulling another sheet of paper out from under her chair and feeding it into the machine, she began re-typing the article she was writing.

CANNONS OUT OF AMMO?

By Ginny "Eagle Eyes" Potter

Last season saw the worst year the Chudley Cannons have ever seen. With a staggering twenty five losses and only a single win (by forfeit) many people are wondering if the Cannons are on their last legs.

"We're not going to lie and say that Nott's departure didn't hurt us," says Chudley owner Nicholas McLeod, "But we still believe that the Cannons have some fight left in them!"

But fans are seeing things differently. Many Chudley fans (Mockingly referred to as "Cannon Fodder) believe that Nott's replacement as Keeper has driven the final nail into their team's coffin.

"It's not all that idiot McLaggen's fault." raves Quidditch commentator Lee Jordan. "If Jones, Baer and McArthur wouldn't fumble the Quaffle so many times and if Parks and Lester kept those bludgers away from Flint then he may actually be able to find the Snitch!"

But the facts remain: McLaggen couldn't keep a kid out of a cookie jar and Flint couldn't find the Snitch if it was flashing colors and the size of a hippogriff. It seems that the Chudley cannons have fired their last victory shot in England

Ginny Potter is a retired Seeker for the Hollyhead Harpies where she earned the nickname "Eagle Eyes." She now works as the chief Quidditch correspondent for the Daily Prophet

"Bit harsh, isn't it?"

Ginny jumped about a foot in the air and dove for her wand before she realized who was talking.

"Harry Potter! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" she said as she turned to face her husband who stood chuckling in the doorway, hair still powdered with fresh snow from the storm raging outside.

"What's the matter? Seeker senses not as sharp as they used to be?" Thirty eight year old Harry Potter said as he pulled his wife into a warm embrace and kissed her firmly on the lips. "Old Eagle Eyes losing her touch?"

Ginny chuckled as her eyes wandered to a picture of the 2008 Hollyhead Harpies holding the League trophy over their heads, showering a much younger Ginny with sports drinks.

"Well a desk job can do that to you." she said poking her husband in the chest. "We can't all hunt Dark wizards, can we?"

"No, I suppose that some of us just get older quick…" Harry was cut off as Ginny tripped his legs up and tackled him to the couch, causing it to tip over sending Ginny on top of Harry.

"Take that back!" she yelled, half-heartedly pummeling her husband's chest, trying to look stern but laughing at the same time. Harry grabbed Ginny around her waist and pinned her to the rug in front of the fire.

"No, I don't think I will Mrs. Potter." Harry said, smirking at the red haired love of his life as she feigned a pout.

"Hmm, then perhaps I can…persuade you to change your mind?" Ginny purred in Harry's ear.

"P-persuade?" Harry coughed nervously.

Ginny giggled in triumph. "Why not? Ron and Hermione are bringing the kids home from King's Cross and the train doesn't come in for another half an hour so we have all…the time…in the world." She murmured, punctuating each phrase with a kiss.

Harry gulped. He may have vanquished the greatest Dark wizard to have ever lived and put half of his Death Eater cronies in Azkaban but for some reason Ginevera Potter always managed to make him nervous with the slightest effort.

"Err…well…" Harry murmured but before he could say more Ginny rolled her eyes and pressed her lips against his again, this time holding him there for a snog worthy of their teenage years.

"Ooh, you are an evil woman…" Harry whispered as he pulled back for air. Heart beating fast, he swiftly undid the top three buttons of her blouse and…

"MUM! DAD! WE'RE HOOOOOOOOME!!!!"

Swearing fluently, Harry leapt off of his wife as a twelve year old girl with her mother's red hair flounced in the room tailed by two dark haired boys who were heatedly arguing.

"LILY!" Ginny said surprised, furiously buttoning up her blouse. "Err…you're here early; I thought you were coming by Floo…."

"We Side-Along Apparated with Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione." She said with the look of innocence

"Lovely…" Ginny muttered

Meanwhile, Harry busied himself with his sons who were in the middle of a fierce quarrel.

"I told you she was bad news but did you listen? No…You thought you knew better than me…" Fifteen year old James Potter reprimanded his younger brother.

"Oh, just give it a rest, James! How could I have known she would have done that?" Fourteen year old Albus Potter whined, clearly upset

"Well you could have listened to me…"

"Shut up!"

"Boys, boys!" Harry intervened as Albus shot murderous glances at his brother. "Now…one of you tell me what happened."

"Well…" Albus began

"This girl Al had been seeing went and snogged a sixth year Ravenclaw!"

Harry flung his arm up to catch Al as he launched himself at James.

"I TOLD YOU TO SHUT YOUR BLOODY…"

"ALBUS SEVERUS POTTER!" Ginny interrupted in a startling imitation of her own mother.

Albus looked like he was going to say something but words failed him after several attempts and ran upstairs to his room.

Harry shared a look with Ginny and headed upstairs after his son.

"Can't you lay off him for ten seconds, James?" Ginny snapped turning on her eldest now

"What?! It wasn't my fault! Every bloke knows that Emily Brown is Hogwarts' biggest slu…"

"Utter one more syllable and I'll jinx your lips shut." Ginny warned curtly

James gulped and nodded.

The back door opened again and Ginny looked up to see Ron and Hermione enter the room followed by her niece and nephew; fourteen year old Rose and Twelve year old Hugo.

"Are they done?" Ron asked taking his coat off as his kids went to greet their favorite aunt. "I swear they were tearing each other apart at the station."

"I had to take their wands away because Al was about to curse James!" Hermione said, producing a twelve inch holly with unicorn hair and a sixteen inch ash with dragon heartstring out of her coat.

"I don't know why you had to take mine, though." James said, reaching for the ash wand only to have his hand smacked down by his mother.

"Because if you are your father's son you would have jinxed him back." Hermione said with a shake of her head, waving her still bushy hair.

"And if you're your mother's son, it would have been a nasty little bugger of a hex, too." Ron chimed in.

The whole room burst into laughter as Ginny blushed and even Hermione struggled to maintain a serious face.

"Ronald, that's not funny!" Hermione said turning to the kids, taking this moment to make a Public Service Announcement while handing James his wand back. "You should never jinx, curse, hex or otherwise magically enchant a fellow student unless absolutely necessary…"

"Or it's really entertaining."

The whole room burst into laughter and Hermione turned to smack Ron only to realize that he hadn't said anything. The back door was open again and standing in the doorway was a young man with shoulder length shaggy pink hair accompanied a very beautiful red haired young witch.

"Teddy! Victorie!" Rose exclaimed as the new arrivals made their way into the living room. Teddy shook his head to clear the snow from it and as he did, it changed color from shocking pink to a dark brown as Victorie freed her flowing tresses from the confines of her ponytail.

"What's this I hear about cursing someone?" Teddy said, after greeting everyone in the room.

"Albus wants to curse James for saying he wants to curse some Hufflepuff…" Hugo started

"Ravenclaw." James corrected

"Some Ravenclaw bloke for snogging his girl and now he's upstairs in his room." He finished.

"Does he happen to know any good jinxes?" Teddy asked, raising an eyebrow which had refused to change from pink to brown as he looked upstairs.

"Not many. He still thinks the Toenail Hex is a cool one…" James supplied.

"But that's hardly the point…" Hermione began

Teddy rolled his eyes. "Well, we can't have him jinxing people without being properly armed, now can we?" and before anyone could stop him he crossed the room and ran up the stairs.

Hermione looked at Ginny incredulously. "Are you just going to let him teach your son how to hex someone?"

Ginny just shrugged. "Well if he's going to get a detention for hexing somebody then it may as well be a good one…"

Hermione rolled her eyes as the kids, and Ron, burst into another round of laughter.

Ron wiped his eyes and looked upstairs after Ted. "You know something? That kid really does service to their memory…" he said wistfully.

Hermione nodded gravely. "Tonks and Remus were great people…"

"I think he reminds me more of Fred than Remus…" Ron said. "No wonder George offered him that job at the joke shop. He's a natural."

"Yes but he's got a more serious side that being an Auror really nurtures." Hermione said as James and Lilly ran up to their rooms, dragging their cousins along with them. "Ron said that he's really taking this job by the horns."

"He does enjoy it." Victorie said from her spot in an overstuffed armchair. "Though…did you know his parents well?" she said, suddenly addressing Ginny and Hermione.

"Oh…well…yeah…" Ginny said lamely. "Why do you ask?"

"I ask mum and dad about them and I can't get a straight answer out of them. Teddy is always wondering…what would they think of him were they alive today?

"I guess that's the question on everybody who never knew their parents' mind." Ginny said thoughtfully. "Harry still sits up at night wondering the same thing. I'll wake up to go to the bathroom and I'll see him sitting downstairs staring into the fire…"

Ginny abruptly stopped as Harry and Teddy walked Albus back downstairs. "Now if you can hit him in the shoulder he should get some spin off of him…" Teddy was explaining as Albus laughed as if he was never upset.

After Ted and Harry ran off to help with dinner, the five cousins were left in the living room. Lily and Hugo were wrapped up in a game of chess, Rose was pouring over a Potions assignment with Albus' help and James was playing with a Snitch he swiped from the last Hufflepuff game.

"So, did Teddy show you any useful jinxes?" James said releasing the Snitch, letting it fly a few inches away before snatching it up again.

"And why would I share that information with you?" Al muttered back.

"C'mon, Al." James wheedled, stashing the struggling Snitch in his pocket. "I'm your big brother! Plus every man woman and child in Slytherin hates me! I get jinxed way more than you do and…"

"Oh…fine!" Al grumbled. "Meet me in dad's study about half an hour after dessert.." James grinned and walked away as Albus called back to him. "And bring a few empty butterbeer bottles!"

"Why?" James asked.

"You'll see…" Al said with a smirk

AN: Thanks for staying with me this far! This is my first foray into HP so feedback is greatly appreciated. R&R!