Harry Potter and the Third Uprising

Chapter 2: Beaus, Birthdays and Reflection
A/N: I don’t own any of these characters.

Harry walked into the kitchen of his cozy home and saw Ginny wave her wand which made all the papers that she had out on the dinner table stack themselves neatly on an upper shelf where Albus couldn’t reach. He guessed it was the party plans, and since Albus’ reading was very good, she wanted to hide them.

“Albus is upstairs bathing honey,” Ginny said. He will be down for dinner in a little while.”

“Harry! Had a good day with Albus?” Hermione asked, beaming. She had brought along Rosie, who was now trying to get up on the counter to see her cousins party plans as well. She picked her daughter up and put her back on the ground.

“Yea, was great, took him out on my Firebolt II. He loves it Ginny,” he added. She looked up at him with a concerned but happy look.

“Oh I know he does. You are safe with him on it right? You’re not going full speed with your Wronski Feint’s are you?” she said.

“You know I’d never honey,” he chuckled. He sat down next to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek, which she returned. “So how are the,” he mouthed “party” “plans going? Did you guys finish? We only have two more weeks ‘till his birthday.”

“Yes, we’ve got everything planned out” said Ginny, starting to smile. “We are going to have it in the yard, as we discussed. We need to make sure we are authorized to use a Fidelus Charm over the yard for that time being.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll talk to Porter when I get in on Monday, I’m sure he’ll authorize it, especially after I caught those two thugs trying to Imperius his wife into marrying them.”

They all chuckled. Porter, currently the head of the Department of Improper Use of Magic office, was the one to ask to authorize this sort of magic.

“I’m glad you caught them” said Hermione. “You really are a great Auror. That really would have done a lot of damage to him. I still don’t know how you detect those curses so easily, the ones these days are done so expertly,” she said.

“Well, if they’d have tried to Imperius me, they would’ve had another thing coming.” Ginny said with gusto. “An Auror and an experienced Bat-Bogey Hexer is not a good combination to attack.” They all chuckled again. Ginny waved her wand at the cold soup on the counter and it immediately began to cook.

“So how’s my niece? Rosie, come see Uncle Harry!” She ran over to him and he lifted her into his lap.

“How have you been? What have you been up to this summer?” Harry asked. Rosie blushed and jumped out of his lap. She stumped over to Hermione and buried her face into her lap, hugging her.

Hermione giggled. She said in a low voice, “She’s got a boyfriend. Well, at least he’s a boyfriend to her. You know how boys are at this age; they won’t even acknowledge their feelings.” She giggled again and stroked Rosie’s red hair with a motherly expression on her face. Rosie’s hair was a lot like Ginny’s. That hair had always given Harry a jump of excitement. He looked over to his wife and smiled again. He knew one day Albus would have a girlfriend; he hoped he could help Albus and comfort him the same way Hermione was. Though Rosie was eight already, Harry did not think it was farfetched for Albus to become interested in girls in a year or so.

“What’s his name then?” Harry asked, interested.

“Jon Weir. He’s a really nice boy, about ten as well. He’s a cute little kid” Hermione said, still smiling. “He doesn’t really understand the boyfriend-girlfriend dynamic yet though, so she’s having some trouble with her feelings. It will work out.though.”

“Happy for you, Rosie” Harry said, and she turned and smiled reluctantly at him before burying her face in her mothers lap again.

Harry gave a swift kiss to Ginny and hugged Hermione

“I’ll go bathe as well. Be down for dinner in a little while.”

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As the soap and suds washed over his body, Harry was again engulfed in thought. He remembered how hard the lives of his friends and family had been. He remembered the pain that they had to go through, and the pain that he himself had to go through. He almost felt like what he had was unfair at the moment; good health, wealth, friends, and a family, and not a loss of any, unless you counted the past. He thought of Sirus, how he was shadowed over by pure-blood madness and the Slytherin house, how he had run from home because of it, then was convicted wrongly of murder and sent to Azkaban. He thought of Albus Dumbledore, how his father had gone to Azkaban for murder and his mother and sister had died, leaving large holes in his life. He thought of Snape, how he had been rejected by his peers, and then played a double life, murdered by Voldemort. He thought of Lupin, how he had been bitten at an early age by Greyback, then suffered persecution and racism, barely scraping by with few jobs.

How had it all turned out alright for himself, Harry? He got out of the shower and dried off. He slipped some casual clothes on and went down the stairs to dinner.


This was a preface to the life that Harry has been living after Voldemort. The real story begins in the next chapter.