August 2003
'Okay, is the camera rolling? Okay. Ready, set, go.'
'Not again, George.'
'Oh yes, Ange!' he replied, pointing the camera at her. 'Baby Potter, this is your really hot Aunt Angelina, if you haven't met her yet. Although, if you're old enough to watch these videos, you'll definitely have met her already, because I don't plan on giving her away anytime soon. I'd really like to know if she's still as hot when you watch the video.'
Angelina slapped him on the upper arm. 'George, remember that we can hear your thoughts here too,' she reminded him, pointing to herself and the other members of the Weasley family sitting with her on the large blanket at the edge of the lake. But not everyone was gathered there; some were cooling off in the water or sitting further along the shore in the sun rather than the shade as they were here.
'Anyway, why I'm actually taking this shot for you now,' George continued speaking to the camera, 'is not just because I want to show you an idyllic day of the Weasley family - and also the two, or soon to be three Potters - but because your Mummy is being tormented right now. By her own mummy. And who wouldn't love that sight.'
He stood up and walked closer to the shore where Harry and Ginny were standing along with Molly. 'Your daddy is there too, but he doesn't look quite as tortured as Mummy. You see, your grandma insists on taking a few - and by a few I mean thousands - of pictures of the place you're staying at the moment; Mummy's tummy. But since it's grown on your Mummy she has to be there, much to her chagrin. Just like your daddy, so you can look at the pictures later and think to yourself "oh that was my daddy who went out for cigarettes that time and never came back"'
'George, I know you only have one ear left, but you should start realising that people can hear you from a certain distance,' Harry said, amused, turning to his brother-in-law. He was wearing nothing more than a pair of black swimming trunks and had his muscular arms crossed in front of his bare chest. 'Besides, there's a flaw in your story; I don't smoke.'
George ignored him and moved closer to him while pointing his camera at Harry. 'Look at how trained your daddy was. I bet you if you see this video - and he didn't go out for cigarettes and never came back - he'd have a fat beer belly.' He turned the camera back to his face. 'Seeing him like that, I can imagine why your mummy got pregnant with you; I couldn't have resisted Daddy either.'
'George, cut the crap!' shouted Ginny from her spot two feet away from him, where she stood looking aghast at the camera Molly held pointed at her.
'No swearing in front of your child, Gin-Gin!' George joined Harry in walking towards his sister and pointed his camera at her too. 'Are you enjoying this?'
She smiled at him sugary sweet. 'Does it look like it?'
Before he could answer, Molly cut in. 'Now come on, Harry and Ginny, a few more pictures of you together.'
Harry and Ginny obeyed her command, but instead of them smiling at the camera, they grimaced. However, much to their chagrin, this caused them to laugh and thus smile in the final pictures after all.
First Harry was to stand behind his wife and put his arms around her and then on her stomach, while she was to add her hands. Then Harry had to kneel in front of Ginny and kiss her stomach. After that, Molly wanted pictures of Ginny standing sideways nestled against Harry while he was to place a hand on her stomach. Plus nearly each of these positions with the variation that they were kissing and of course many other constellations.
'I really didn't think I'd say this, but I'm sick of kissing you at the moment,' Ginny said to Harry, looking aghast at her mother, who was looking raptly at the pictures on the small display.
Every now and then a 'Aww, that looks so cute looking at you here!' or a 'How nicely your tummy is shown off here, Ginny!' could be heard from Molly.
Harry laughed. 'I feel the same way. I never thought my mother-in-law would order me to kiss her daughter so often one day either.'
'You poor things!' interjected George, the camera still pointed at the Potters.
'Yeah, we're poor things!' his sister retorted. 'We've already had a professional photo shoot a few weeks ago, which Mum pushed us into. And ever since then she's been wanting to take pictures of us and my tummy every chance she gets. It's not like Harry takes enough pictures already.'
Her husband grinned. 'You have to admit though, the pictures from the shoot turned out really nice.'
'Yeah, that's true,' she grumbled in agreement. 'But at least there I was dressed nicely and not just in a black bikini that almost doesn't fit me anymore. I swear to you, Mum's gone crazy since she found out I was pregnant. She was never like that with Fleur, but it's probably because her only daughter and youngest child is currently carrying her grandson or granddaughter.'
George pointed his camera at Ginny's belly. 'Now it won't be too long before you get there, Baby Potter.' He poked his sister in the belly. 'And we all can't wait to finally meet you!'