A/N: Again, the characters are not mine, they belong to JK Rowling. The setting is my creation.
Back At Last
Evening began to fade on the little town of Hogsmeade, as Ginny and Jamie prepared for a quiet evening at their home, the Grove, with Ron and Hermione. As it was before Ginny delivered Jamie, a family member spent the evening at the Potters to help Ginny with the new baby. Ron and Hermione spent as much time as possible with them; they were Harry's best mates in school and were having a difficult time with his disappearance.
Jamie had just finished nursing, and Ron offered to hold him, while Ginny and Hermione prepared dinner. The girls had just finished setting the table for a simple meal of soup and bread, when there was a rap at the front door. Startled, Ginny looked at Ron and Hermione and said, "I wonder who that is? I'm not expecting anyone."
Ginny cautiously picked up her wand, and headed to the front door. Ron handed Hermione the baby and followed. Ron and Ginny looked at each other, silently agreeing that they were ready. Ginny called out through the door, "Who is it?"
A very tired male voice replied, "Gin, it's me, Harry."
Ron looked at Ginny in disbelief. Ginny's eyes were as big as saucers. "H-H-Harry? Is it really you?"
"Yes, Sweetheart, it's really me. Open up."
Ron took hold of Ginny's arm before she had the chance to open the door. He knew that there was a possibility this was a prank, or worse a Death Eater, here to harm his sister and nephew. Training his wand on the spot where the door would open, he nodded to his sister. "OK, Gin, open the door slowly."
As Ginny opened the door, she came face to face with a pair of exhausted, but striking, green eyes.
"H-H-Harry?" Ginny whispered in disbelief.
Harry Potter had been sequestered by the Ministry of Magic since he escaped from the Death Eaters. He was tired, hungry, and wanted nothing more than to be home with his wife and newborn son. He had finally found out that Ginny had named their son James. Harry had been held for twenty-four hours for debriefing and questioning with absolutely no contact with his family, and as far as Harry was concerned, that was cruel and unusual punishment for a new father.
Once Harry was found, he immediately requested that a message be sent to Ginny telling her he was alive and okay. He had hoped the Ministry had respected his wishes; however, he doubted it. It seemed to be Ministry policy lately to do the total opposite of whatever was requested of them.
His supervisors within the Department of Magical Law Enforcement had wanted to detain Harry for an additional night; however, Harry protested and demanded to be released. A compromise was reached where Harry would be allowed to go home for the night, as long as he reported back to the Ministry the next morning for any additional questioning. Harry readily agreed and left to apparate home.
Harry knew the Weasleys well enough to know that they would have placed additional wards around the Grove to protect Ginny and James. He also realised that apparating directly into their house was probably not a wise idea since he'd probably be splinched in the process due to the wards. Harry chose to apparate down the street and walk there, just to be safe. Grabbing his pack from his room at the Ministry, Harry apparated to the corner of Picket and High Streets.
Harry gazed down the street as the sun was slowly fading. It looked the same as he remembered. He walked the short distance to their house, and stopped to take in the view. He and Ginny had fallen in love with this house the moment they saw it. They purchased it shortly after they were married and had nicknamed it "the Grove" because of the large grove of trees on the back of the property. The house was a decent sized two story, with a lovely garden in front. The Grove didn't exactly sit in the town of Hogsmeade, but rather a bit on the outskirts. Ginny had planted her usual flower gardens in the front this year, and the house looked like it had a new coat of paint. Harry was sure the paint job was compliments of one of her brothers. Opening the gate to the front walk, Harry walked up the sidewalk and went to the front door. Through the front window, he could see Ginny and Hermione in the dining room, and Ron sitting holding a bundle in the parlour. He's holding my son, Harry thought to himself. Harry took a deep breath and rapped on the front door.
Harry could hear movement in the house, as someone approached the door. There was a slight pause in motion before a voice, loud and clear, called out, "Who is it?"
Harry could hardly contain his joy, even though he was thoroughly exhausted. He answered, "Gin, it's me, Harry."
"H-H-Harry? Is it really you?"
"Yes, Sweetheart, it's really me. Open up."
Harry could hear Ron talking softly to Ginny, probably telling her to be careful. As the door swung slowly open, Harry came face to face with a pair of wands pointed directly at his chest. Around the door, Ginny's brown eyes appeared and were as big as saucers.
Harry took a step into his house and dropped his pack. "Ginny," was all he could say, before he found himself in his wife's loving embrace. He buried his face in her hair and hugged her back. He inhaled the scent of her hair; hair that smelled of apples. He couldn't believe it; he was home.
"Oh my God, Harry, I can't believe it," Ginny choked out between sobs. She pulled back slightly to look at Harry. His eyes were now sparkling with tears. His hair was much longer than when he left, and even though it was pulled back at the nape of his neck, it still had its trademark messiness. She brushed her hand along his forehead and touched his lightening bolt scar. She tightened her embrace and noticed how much thinner he was now. Harry caught her lips in a deep, passionate kiss that left her breathless with her knees buckling. She buried her head in his shoulder, sobbing in relief that he was back.
Ron stood there, with his mouth gaping open, in shock at the reunion of his sister and her husband. Harry glanced over at Ron and said, "Mate, you can take your wand off me now, if it's all the same to you."
Ron lowered his wand and continued to stare, clearly at a loss for words. Shaking his head, he slapped Harry on the back and said, "Harry, it's good to have you home."
Harry released Ginny from their embrace, and hugged Ron. "It's good to be home…"
At that instant, Jamie woke up from his nap in Hermione's arms and let out a cry. Hermione, who had been in complete shock from Harry's arrival, looked down at the baby in her arms as if she had forgotten he was there.
Ginny quietly walked over to Hermione, picked up her son, and went back to Harry. She placed Jamie in his arms and simply said, "Love, I'd like you to meet our son, James Arthur."
Harry looked at the tiny bundle in his arms, who, when his mother had picked him up, had stopped crying. His son—his son. Harry couldn't believe his eyes that this wiggling, cooing baby was his son. Jamie looked up at Harry with the same green eyes and smiled. He settled down contentedly in his dad's arms, as if he had known all along that this man was his father.
Harry stroked Jamie's small cheek with his finger, "Oh my God, Gin, h-h-he's incredible. I just can't believe it."
Harry looked up to see Ginny watching him with tears streaming down her cheeks. He smiled at her as she wrapped her arms around the two most important men in her life. She lovingly kissed the top of her son's head, and then kissed her husband. She had waited so long for this moment, and she was savouring every bit of it.
Ron and Hermione quietly excused themselves from the room and went to the kitchen, where they finished dinner preparations, while the Potters continued their reunion.
Once alone, Ginny looked at Harry again and said, "I can't believe it. You're here; you're really here."
"Didn't anyone contact you from the Ministry to tell you I was alright?"
"WHAT?" Harry said, "You're kidding me, right? They didn't contact you after they found me?"
"No, Harry, they didn't. I didn't know you'd been found until you walked through our door."
"It figures. I should have known better than to trust that lot at the Ministry to get a message to you. I even specifically asked them to let you know. I can't believe they couldn't even do that for me."
"When were you found, Love?"
"I escaped three days ago from a group of Death Eaters, but was too weak to apparate anywhere. I hid in the brush until nightfall, and then began walking. I stumbled upon a camp of Aurors and was rescued."
"Oh my God, Harry, when did they capture you?"
"Right before Christmas. Didn't the Ministry tell you that either?"
Ginny just shook her head. "No, it was all considered ‘classified information'. They gave me absolutely no details of what happened. And I only found out you were missing in March. They told me then, they considered you dead."
Harry shook his head, and shifted Jamie in his arms. He wrapped his free arm around Ginny. "Love, it looks like we have a lot of catching up to do."
During dinner, Harry relayed the story of his assignment, capture by Death Eaters, escape and rescue. Ginny, Ron and Hermione listened in silence as he talked.
"One minute I was walking in the back of my group, and the next minute, I felt someone grab my arm and the feeling of a tug behind my navel," Harry said. "I knew