The Min Family
Breakfast in the Tonks household had been anything but uneventful since Harry Potter joined the small family. In the week that he had been here, every morning had consisted of arguing between Andromeda and Tonks with Ted leaving for work the second voices became raised. The morning of Harry’s sixteenth birthday was no different. If he was able to leave as well, Harry would definitely join the Tonks patriarch.
“Harry needs to return to the Burrow, Mum! His friends miss him!” Tonks was always the first to raise her voice in these situations, not even noticing that Harry, the one she was talking about was attempting to bury his face in his breakfast at her tone.
“If his so-called friends missed him, they would not send him howlers or attempt to hurt him!” Andromeda matched her daughter’s tone, always giving Tonks back what she gives her.
There was truth in Andromeda’s words that not even Tonks knew about. Just this morning, Harry had received a rather scathing howler from Hermione, along with a necklace saturated with a love potion from Ginny that his Potter ring had detected before he even opened it. Ron had sent him a letter with a stinging hex on it, something that his rings did not detect. After Andromeda had fixed his face, he had shredded the letter and did not read a single word within it. Of course, Tonks would not know this, the Auror not really concerning herself with Harry other than whatever agenda that Dumbledore was attempting to push on her. She did attempt to get something out of him during his first day with them, believing that she was due something, but when Andromeda called her out for it, she had not brought it up again.
“It is just friendly pranks!”
“A love potion is hardly a prank, Nymphadora! You would think as an Auror you would know that! Or did Dumbledore pull some strings to get your position?”
Even Harry winced at the words, glancing up at Tonks. Her hair has changed to match her red face, a brilliant impression of Ron in Harry’s opinion. She did not say anything more, huffing at her mother and storming to the fireplace and disappearing in the green flames. Both Andromeda and Harry let out a breath of relief once Tonks was gone, the suffocating feel of her magic going with her.
“That last part may have been a bit harsh,” Harry finally spoke up, shoving the remainder of his pancakes into his mouth so he would not say anything else. Andromeda and Ted had both insisted that Harry speak his mind in their house. Harry was not their child and they were to house him and teach him how to be a lord and a fiancée. Andromeda sighed softly and took her seat once more at the table.
“It was nothing she did not need to hear. You would think she would have a mind of her own, she had one all of her childhood. But Dumbledore has sunk his claws in her and it is just. . . Oh, what I would give to just shake some sense into her, Harry.” Andromeda sounded older than her years, like this was a fight that she and Tonks had been having for years, not just because of Harry’s sudden residence in the house. He hummed to let her know he had heard but did not further say anything. It was not his place.
“What are we learning today, then?” He voiced instead, hoping a change of topic will help Andromeda forget about the fight. The Tonks matriarch had taken her job as Harry’s guardian rather seriously. She had taken him to get a new wardrobe, including non-scuffed shoes, and made sure that he ate well and studied hard. There was no nonsense like staying at Grimmauld Place or at the Dursleys, Andromeda had him on a fairly constant schedule. He would eat breakfast, do his homework in the morning, and then Narcissa would visit in the afternoon to teach him the Pureblood customs and Black Heir responsibilities, leaving the evening for either more studying for class or writing to Blaise if he had a letter. It had only been a week of this schedule, but Harry was finding that it was worked well for him. It made him feel productive and like he was actually learning something. He had already mostly finished his summer homework and found himself self-studying for things he was actually interested in. Hermione would eat her book collection if she saw how dedicated that Harry could be when she was not breathing down his neck. He had learned new things every day since he had moved in and he did not expect his birthday to be any different.
“I actually have a surprise for you, for your birthday,” a small smile found its way on the woman’s face, looking at Harry in that knowing way she did whenever he would run off to write to Blaise, something that he had done constantly in the last week as well. Harry tilted his head at Andromeda, waiting for her to continue. “Hyejing has extended an invitation for us to visit for your birthday slash celebration of your engagement to Mr. Zabini.”
Andromeda’s smile only grew seeing the youth’s eyes widened, panic and excitement lighting up his grey eyes.
“Wha - when are we going?”
“Whenever you are ready to go of course,” Andromeda laughed as Harry shot up from his seat and flew up the stairs to his room, his footsteps thundering in the quiet house. She shook her head, muttering about youths in love as she cleaned up breakfast. It seemed like seconds before the pounding came once more, Andromeda hoping to herself that Harry did not go falling down the stairs. Though something was light in her heart at his excitement. This was the loudest that Harry had been all week and it made her so elated that he was comfortable enough in her home.
“I am ready when you are,” Harry restrained his voice, not as loud as his footsteps, but bouncing on the balls of his feet. He had opted for a half Muggle, half Wizard outfit. He had a plain white shirt with a black plaid layered over top, a pair of black jeans, and some Muggle trainers on. He did have a cloak thrown over top of his outfit, a new one that Andromeda had not bought him. She raised her eyebrow at the cloak, mirth playing on her lips at his shy expression.
“Blaise got it for me,” came the whispered confession, the teen playing with the edges of the cloak. Andromeda had a feeling she would be seeing a lot more of this cloak.
“And a fine piece it is, Mr. Zabini definitely has an eye for fashion,” she answered, not drawing any negative attention to the cloak. Curving Harry’s need for approval was rather difficult, something that not just Andromeda and Ted were working on but Narcissa as well. When the youngest Black sister showed up for Harry’s lessons, he had been a little surprised that she was listening to Sirius’ words. But she had become a part of his routine and her showing up was just expected now.
Andromeda was dressed in what wizards considered casual clothing, a pair of dark green overalls thrown over a white shirt. She had her boots on, indicating she was about to go work out in her garden before the howler had drawn her attention. She looks more like a mother than she had during the will reading, more approachable in Harry’s opinion in her everyday clothes. Harry had made the comparison between muggle clothing and Narcissa had been rather put off by his comparison, ranting about fashion in the wizarding world. It was humorous to see Narcissa ranting about muggle fashion to Andromeda and Harry, both of them wearing muggle clothing in that moment.
“Now Harry, before we go, we need to have a little lesson on where we are going, okay?” Harry nodded in understanding, though he did not look any less anxious to get going. “Do you remember our lesson on the influential families in the wizarding world? Can you tell me Mr. Zabini’s history back four generations on his mother’s side?”
“It is Blaise, Hyejing, her father Min Jaesun, and his father Min Jiwoo, who is the current head of the Min family,” Harry recited easily, answering Andromeda’s next question before she could even say it.
“Good. We will be traveling to the Min family manor today and you must remember who is in the family as not only are they one of the most powerful families in the wizarding world, but they are also to be your family as well.” Andromeda took note that Harry’s excited anxiety was turning into actual nerves and she was quick to reassure him.
“One of the most important things to know about the Min Family is that they are fiercely loyal to their family. Family is first and foremost to Lord Min. He and his husband, Min Sungjin, have done everything and anything for their children and their families. There is one more thing to be wary of Harry… Lord Min and his husband are involved with the Death Eaters, have been since their Hogwarts years.” Panic covered Harry’s face now and Andromeda moved forward to cup his cheeks to hold his attention.
“Harry dear, do not panic. Like I said before, family is first and foremost. The second you signed that contract, you are a member of the Min family. If it helps soothe your worries, Sungjin outright refused for any of his children to become Death Eaters and none of their children’s children are. Besides Lord Min and his husband, the rest of the family are neutral. Especially the Zabinis.” She rubbed her thumbs across his cheeks to calm him some more. “I would never allow anything to happen to you and neither would Hyejing or Mr. Zabini for that matter. You are safe, but I can understand if you do not want to go. I am sure Hyejing would understand.” Andromeda released Harry so he could think over his decision.
Harry bit his lip as he thought over the situation. On one hand, he did not know the Min family outside of Taehee, but he had been studying their history and knew that they were famous curse breakers and potion masters. They could easily take him to Voldemort. But on the other hand, he wanted to see Blaise again and meet the Min family. The history for them was extensive and they seemed to be in every big decision of the wizarding world since Tom’s time in Hogwarts. If his notes were accurate, Jiwoo and Sungjin had gone to school with Tom Riddle. Harry did not know how close they were or still are with Voldemort but the appeal of getting to meet them and make connections with such influential members of wizarding society seemed too much to pass up. Seeing Blaise again was the icing on top of the cake.
“I would like to go. I think it would be unwise to ignore Lady Zabini’s invitation, especially if Lord Min is going to be there. It would be seen as a slight. I think it would also be a good time to make connections with them, family or not.”
“So nothing to do with Mr. Zabini being there?”
Harry’s flushing cheeks was answer enough for Andromeda, who giggled at him and pulled a quill out of the pocket of her green overalls.
“We will be going by port key. Lord Min is rather secretive, especially with the approaching war, and does not want his manor location to be known. Hold on tight, Harry.” Andromeda wrapped an arm around Harry’s shoulders, the teen wrapping his arm around her waist. Once she was sure that he was held securely, she muttered the activation word. “Raspberries.”
Harry groaned as his feet collided with the hard ground, his grip on Andromeda the only thing that kept him upright. Andromeda made a mental note to work on port key and apparition landing with Harry. It was unbecoming for a Lord to not know how to travel in a graceful manner. The younger spent a few seconds catching his breath and ensuring his breakfast did not come up before he straightened up and released her waist.
“That never gets easier.”
Andromeda hummed at the words, not questioning it for right now. She knew a little bit about the graveyard situation from her daughter so she would not make Harry think about that right now. No, today was a joyous event and she was determined to ensure that Harry had a good day. She touched his elbow and nudged him to begin walking. The port key had dropped them just beyond the manor gates, the ancient-looking metal allowing them to pass since the owner was expecting them.
As the two made their way up the walkway, Harry took note that the manor appeared to be mostly grounds, numerous gardens, and trees planted around. He remembered the fact that Min Sungjin was a potion’s master and he wondered briefly how many of these gardens housed potion ingredients. He tucked the question away for later as they reached the three-story manor. The Min Manor was visually stunning, not overly lavished like Harry imagined the Malfoy Manor was. The Min Manor was appeared medieval in design, conveying just how old the family was. It looked like one of those mansions out of a horror movie that Dudley would watch, but it seemed like it fit the Min family and the tales that Harry heard about them.
Harry smiled softly as he noticed that Hyejing and Taehee were waiting for them in the entryway of the manor, both dressed casually smart. Hyejing did not wear oversized clothing as she did at the will reading. Today she was wearing a black one-piece almost like Narcissa had worn, only Hyejing’s outfit had skinny straps, not puffy sleeves. She wore heels that seemed to be at a neck-breaking height and had a light jacket over her shoulders. Taehee was dressed more casually than the will reading, a simple dark green collared shirt and pair of khakis. His shoes were fancy again but Harry did not feel as insignificant in comparison anymore. He may be wearing simple trainers, but they were brand new and still bright white.
“Nice to see you again Andromeda, Harry.” Taehee greeted, his lips pouting a little as he continued, “I was just informed of your visit by my beloved niece, who kept it a secret.” Hyejing rolled her eyes at her uncle and stepped forward to their guests.
“Do not mind my uncle, he is just upset that everyone knew but him. It is nice to see you again Heir Potter-Black, Andromeda.” Hyejing smiled at them both, the cold mask that Harry had seen at the will reading long gone.
“Harry please, Lady Zabini. It is nice to see you again as well,”
“Then Hyejing for you, Harry. Oh, and happy birthday, I hope you enjoyed your presents?” Hyejing eyed the cloak on the teen’s shoulders with a knowing look.
“I did enjoy them, thank you,” Harry smiled softly, fingers caressing the stitching on the cloak fondly.
“I did, thank you very much.” In addition to the cloak, Blaise had gotten him a book on healing magic and Hyejing had gotten him a beginner healing kit and book on herbs for healing. Harry had mentioned to Blaise in their letters that he was interested in the healing side of magic and he must have shared it with his mother.
“And did you like my gift, Harry?” Taehee had a small grin on his face now and Harry blushed as he remembered the other’s gift. The elder man had gotten him a pair of dragon hind boots and had attached a note that read: You seemed very keen on shoes, Mr. Potter. Harry had been mortified when he had read it, not having known that anyone picked up on him looking at their shoes.
“I did, thank you. They are very nice,” he hummed, watching Taehee smile for a few more seconds before his face dropped back into its resting bored expression. Harry had taken notice that Taehee did not seem to have much of an expression other than bored. Though if Harry had lost the person he thought was his soulmate, he would not be too expressive either.
“Let’s head on in. Blaise does not know you are coming either so we can surprise him,” Hyejing on the other hand always has a grin on her face when not in the public. She was rather mischievous from what Harry had seen, which is in line with the stories Harry had heard of the Min family. All of them seemed to be rather devious and cunning. At the mention of Blaise, Harry felt his heart flutter and he moved to follow Hyejing and Taehee, Andromeda at his side shaking her head fondly.
The inside of the manner was more modern than the outside. The color scheme was still dark and semi-gothic-looking. Numerous statues and artifacts were decorating the hallways as they walked. Harry’s attention was drawn to the portraits on the wall, silently identifying them to himself.
The first portrait was of an older man, his hair curled in the same way that the diary Tom Riddle had. His face had the same bored expression as Taehee, but his age made him look more intimidating than Taehee did. The cut of his jaw that matched Hyejing’s identified this man as Min Jaesun, the heir to the Min family and Blaise’s grandfather. While the two looked nothing alike, Jaesun and Hyejing had many similarities. Although Blaise seemed to take remarkably after his father, with most of his face belonging to Hyejing and Min family traits.
The next portrait was another man, younger than Jaesun. He did not look like Hyejing or Jaesun so Harry assumed that he must take after the other parent than Jaesun takes after. He had dark hair as well and since his portrait was before Taehee’s, this must be the second son, Seongho. Next were two girls, Harry needing to dig deep in his memory to remember which of the girls was which. The Min family had two sets of twins, one set in Lord Min’s siblings and a set in his own children. He vaguely recalled that the blonde twin was Chaeyoung and the dark-haired one was Aeri. Overall, all of the Min siblings were terrifyingly beautiful and intimidating.
The three siblings had many similarities to Jaesun and Taehee and Harry could tell that they all had the same parents. He remembered the marriage contract mentioning children and Andromeda saying something about the Min family having a lot of natural children, second only to the Weasley family. He wondered how Lord Min and his husband managed to have so many children, adding the question to his list to ask Andromeda later.
“Blaise is in here,” Hyejing spoke up loud enough for Harry to hear, pulling the teen from his thoughts of the Min family. His heart skipped a beat as Taehee opened the door, the small group stepping into the room. The room appeared to be a training-type room, Harry’s fingers twitching for his wand desperate for some practice himself, and three men were already in the room.
His eyes were immediately drawn to the salt and pepper-haired man with glasses. His face was lit up with the light emitting from the spell, purple light filling the small room, pride shining on his face. Harry could see the age lines on the other man’s face, though they were not smiling lines, most likely worry lines. The Min ring on the man’s hand identifies this man as Lord Min Jiwoo. Harry found it curious that he should be around Voldemort’s age, but did not look like he was over sixty years old. He also forgot that Wizards aged very differently than Muggles. It did also help that Lord Min did not have a snake-like appearance like Voldemort did.
Harry’s attention drifted to the next man, his eyes catching on the dark tattoos that decorated tan skin. Harry had never seen tattoos on Wizards outside of the Azkaban-related tattoos he had seen on his father and Barty Crouch Jr. Unlike their tattoos, however, that seemed sporadic and faded, this man’s tattoos seemed like a part of his skin as if he was born with them. He had a stern look on his face as well, his dark eyes watching the caster and Lord Min like some type of security guard. Harry concluded that this man was Min Seongho, his face a little rounder now than the portraits.
His eyes finally landed on the caster, his mouth going dry as he took in the sight of Blaise Zabini. The other boy did not have on proper robes or even formal attire like he usually wore at Hogwarts. No, Blaise was wearing a loose tank top, the sides cut out and showing up his entire flank. Harry could see toned muscles under the fabric, Blaise’s entire body taut as he focused on the spell he is casting. The Gryffindor’s eyes do not stay long on the other’s exposed side, instead of focusing on the veins in the Slytherin’s wand arm. He does not know how long he had been staring, but he must have been obvious as Andromeda nudged him with a knowing smile. Harry blushed, even his ears burning, ducking his head and fiddling with his ring. He had never seen Blaise like this before and it was only making his hormonal brain go a little crazy seeing an attractive person like this. Merlin, even Blaise’s magical prowess was alluring.
“Father,” Taehee called, startling Seongho and gaining the attention of Blaise and Lord Min. Seongho’s head whipped in their direction, his tattoos seemingly melting into his skin until it was bare. Why didn’t they teach that at Hogwarts? Harry gaped at the disappearing tattoos, his jaw clicking shut when he noticed Lord Min’s amused stare.
“Harry!”
The black-haired teen only caught sight of a wide smile before he was enveloped in a hug, strong arms wrapping around his shoulders. Harry could not help the small smile that showed on his face, wrapping his arms around Blaise as well, his cheeks heating up when his fingers brushed the bare skin on the elder’s sides. He had only hugged Blaise once but it felt like coming home. Blaise’s arms tightened around Harry, placing a delicate kiss on the younger’s cheek that only had Harry’s heart beating faster.
“The cloak looks really good on you,” Blaise whispered to Harry, his hands tracing over Harry’s arms, following the trim of the cloak. Harry let himself lean further into the other’s touch, enjoying it more than he thought he would have.
“I am not the expert on betrothal’s but I think that greeting is a little long, Little Sparrow,” the two separated quickly as Lord Min stepped up to them, placing his hand on Blaise’s shoulder. Unlike his sons, Lord Min had a smile on his face. It was not as playful as Hyejing’s and there was a sense of guard in his eyes. After spending almost six decades at Voldemort’s side, Harry was not surprised if he was constantly closed off. It only made him that more intimidating, his magical abilities not even in the question.
“Greeting my fiancée in a good, old-fashion Italian way, Pa,” Blaise replied easily, nudging Lord Min before continuing, “Besides, Baba has already told me about all the tasteful positions you and Pop were caught in,” the young Slytherin ducked from Lord Min’s hand that was coming up to slap his head. He ducked right into his mother though who finished the job for Lord Min. Blaise let out a soft cry as his head was hit, though the grin on his face proved it was a common occurrence with them all. There was something rather domestic in seeing them all interact with each other. This was not just a dark family; was not just a powerful family he had read about in his studies. No, this was a real family and with the fond looks in his direction, Harry was going to be a part of it. Harry felt hope for the first time since he had gotten that Gringotts letter.
“A mouth he has on him; I do not envy you, Heir Potter-Black.” Lord Min spent a few seconds staring down at his great-grandson before turning to face Harry. “Min Jiwoo, please no titles here, feel free to call me Pa or just Jiwoo.” Harry shook Jiwoo’s hand, feeling the magic in the Lord ring heat against his hand as if feeling out Harry itself.
“Harry Potter-Black, Lor. . . Jiwoo.” Harry nodded, hoping it would cover his mistake. It felt strange calling such an influential man by his given name. Even Andromeda had been diligent in calling him by his proper title in their lessons. “It is nice to meet you. Please call me, Harry.”
“The pleasure is all mine, Harry. I have been hearing a lot about you, and not just from my great-grandson.” Harry glanced at the others, Blaise looking bashful and surprisingly Taehee as well. He would have to find out about that later. “You have already met the others, except for my second oldest, Seongho.” Jiwoo gestured to the man with the hidden tattoos.
“Nice to meet you, Heir Potter-Black. My niece has told me of your interest in healing magic. If you have any questions about your studies, feel free to send me an owl,” Seongho offered, though he still looked rather stern, more closed off than any of his other family. Harry nodded to his offer, hoping it was a true offer for help and not something that was said because others were around.
“My Seongie is the best mediwizard in Europe, as expected of a Min,” Jiwoo puffed his chest in pride before going on, “The twins are not here, but my husband is somewhere. Watch out for adjusted door frames, Sungjin was upset with me last night and decided to resize them again.” The Min siblings chuckled at the information, Harry finding his lips curling into a smile as well.
“Baba is always angry with you,” Hyejing chimed in, coming up to wrap her arm around her grandfather.
“Ah, he is just tired. The good-for-nothing half-blood is running him ragged with all of his potions requests. You think Snape would be enough but,” Jiwoo shook his head in exasperation. Harry’s eyes immediately found Andromeda’s, wondering if he had really just heard what he heard. Andromeda had a crease between her eyebrows but did not look overly worried about the topic of conversation. Her warning before they had left came back to the forefront of his mind. It was one thing to hear that the Mins were involved with Voldemort, but to have confirmation? It made Harry’s heart skip a beat.
“How about we let the kids go explore the manor before lunch? Before Dad puts Harry in cardiac arrest.” The attention turned back to Harry, Blaise stepping back up to him and taking his hand gently. Concern was on his face, but Harry just held his hand tightly and stared back at him. The Zabinis are neutral. He could trust Blaise.
“How about a tour?” Blaise hummed, tugging Harry’s hand until the Gryffindor began to move with him. Harry nodded after the fact, looking towards Andromeda who simply waved him on with a reassuring smile. The two exited the room with Jiwoo’s playful threat of cursing Taehee for his comment. Harry was a little surprised when the older man followed them out of the room, his hand tightening in Blaise’s for a moment as fear gripped his heart.
“My sparrow seems to have forgotten he needs a chaperone, just pretend I am not here, Harry,” Jiwoo answered the silent question, a pleased look on his face as Blaise shook his head. The Slytherin turned towards Harry and pulled his hand up to his lips, placing a soft kiss on Harry’s knuckles. Directly over his engagement ring, the placement was something that Harry was hyper-aware of. He was too busy staring at his hand to notice the taller boy leaning in towards him until a warm breath was on his ear. Harry’s own breath hitched, standing still.
“You are in no danger here. And if you were, I would protect you with my life.” Blaise whispered in his ear, Harry’s shivering from his breath caressing his skin. Fingers clasped around his hand, thumb stroking against the ring that Harry had seldom taken off since Blaise gave it to him. The ring marked him as a member of the Zabini family. It brought him a sense of security that he did have for most of his life. He did not want to part with it. Even the short separation in the shower was a bit too much for him.
“Do you trust me, Harry?”
Harry's head moved in a small movement that could barely be called a nod from how little his head actually moved. It was enough for Blaise though, the Slytherin pulling back to give him a shy smile. Harry returned the smile, lacing his fingers with Blaise’s to keep him from moving too far away from him. Blaise looked down at their hands in surprise before his smile stretched into a grin. It made Harry’s stomach flutter. Yes, seeing Blaise smile like that was quickly becoming one of Harry’s favorite things.
The inner corridors of the Min Manor were just as grand as the entrance hall that they had seen when they arrived. The walls were decorated with portraits and complex art pieces that Harry found his eyes drawn to. Blaise kept up a mix of easy silence and one-sided conversation, not at all bothered by Harry’s lack of response. Coming to a manor for the first time, in general, was overwhelming, let alone that manor belonging to your Betrothed’s family and apparently some of the greatest wizards that he had never heard of.
Andromeda had briefed him on the Min family, although she stuck firmly to Jaesun, Taehee, and Lord Min. The twins and Seongho had been the least in the public eye and Andromeda had not considered a possibility of Harry meeting them anytime soon at the time. Also, anything she had taught was majorly family dynamics and who connected to the Zabini family. Now standing in the manor, Harry had wished she had taught him more.
“And this is the family tree room,” Blaise spoke up, the words pulling Harry from his thoughts. He had only ever seen the Black Family Tree and he was interested to see the Mins. His interest must have shown on his face - not that Harry had really gotten ahold of the Pureblood mask yet despite Narcissa’s teachings - as Blaise continued with “Do you want to see?”
“Can I?” Blaise looked over to his Great-Grandfather, Harry had forgotten about the man who was silent this whole time, for permission.
“Go ahead, sparrow. I am sure Andromeda has shown him at least some of it so far,” Jiwoo nodded his head, the teens leading the way into the room. Harry could have sworn he heard a dull thud followed by the elder cursing his husband, but the sight before him held his attention.
Where the Black Family Tree was on green walls with dingy-looking gold on top of it, years of neglect causing the names to blur on the tree leaves, the Min Family Tree was simple elegance. The walls were a deep blue color, almost black if you did not look close enough and instead of fading yellow gold, the writings and connections were done in a fine white color that had each name standing out. Harry could even read names back seven generations with ease. This family tree was well cared for and looked after. The design was also not a tree-like the Black Family one, simple lines ran over the walls like a Muggle Genealogy Tree. He kept that thought to himself, sure that two Pureblood raised men would not appreciate their design being compared to Muggles. The walls seemed to pulse with magic as if whoever had created it had poured all their magic into them. Harry wondered if he pressed his hands to the wall would he be able to feel the thrum of the magic within them.
“The design was changed just recently,” Jiwoo spoke up, his fingers tracing the painted face of his husband almost as tenderly as if Sungjin was in the room.
“We had the same design as the Blacks, I am sure your father has shown you?” At Harry’s nod, he continued on.
“After Regulus’. . . untimely demise Taehee spent numerous hours just staring at the family tree. We have no clue why until one day we came to check on him and the tree was gone and replaced with lines. The little punk had the nerve to just shrug and go to bed.” Jiwoo scoffed at his own memories, fondness in his tone.
“How old was he?” Harry asked before he could stop himself, though he did not expect Jiwoo to answer him.
“He was fifteen. Regulus disappeared at eighteen.”
“That’s young for this type of magic, Pa,” Blaise spoke out this time, his eyes taking in the walls as if seeing them for the first time.
“The Mins have always been exceptional Little Sparrow,” Jiwoo spoke with confidence that Harry knew people would believe anything he would say whether it was true or not. “And grief is a powerful master.”
Both teens turned to the elder, confusion clear on their faces.
“Taehee had just turned fifteen. Had Regulus lived, they would have been betrothed on his birthday. His face would have been on there like yours is Harry.”
That caused Harry to whip around, grey eyes following the lines all the way down to the bottom of the current Min family.
Blaise Zabini (1979). — Harry Potter-Black (1980).
“Whoa,” Harry stared at the small painting of his face, next to Blaise’s like they were already married. One day the line would be solid between their names and he would have yet another last name attached. There would be children. . .
Slender hands entered his vision, Harry now very aware of how close Blaise was standing to him, his back against the taller boy’s chest. The fingers slowly traced up the lines until they reached Hyejing’s painting. She had at least six men attached to her painting, all greyed out with death dates next to each. Blaise’s fingers trailed to one, in particular, his death date earlier than the others.
Santo Zabini (d. 1981).
“My father.” That was all he said before his fingers traced back to Hyejing and up the tree. He pointed to Min Jaesun and his wife Alina Hargreaves. Harry watched the fingers continue up the family, although he was more distracted about the dexterity of the hands than where they were leading. Blaise played Quidditch he had calloused hands Harry knew, yet his hands were slim like piano players. It was rather confusing on how his hands could be both and why Harry had even cared in the first place. He would just blame the teenager part of him that Blaise seemed to awake.
“Your mother is the only grandchild?” Harry finally spoke, taking note that none of the others had children leading from them.
“As my oldest, Jaesun knew he needed to provide an heir for the Min family. My other children are very career-driven or, well…” Jiwoo’s face twisted into something that a cross between sorrow and anger, jaw tight and fist curling up. The most startling part was that the elder’s magic was reacting to whatever he was thinking about, the air in the room seemingly being sucked out. Without thought, Harry grabbed Blaise’s forearm. He had never seen magic act like this, hell he had never seen magic as powerful as this.
“Pa,” Blaise called to get Jiwoo out of his thoughts, his free hand rubbing Harry’s shoulder to reassure him that he was safe. Nothing would happen to him, Blaise had promised. Jiwoo seemed to snap out of his thoughts, the air refilling the room as he smoothed down his shirt in an almost nervous tick. Tension was high between them, Jiwoo staring firmly at the wall as he regained control of his magic and the teens pressed together on the other side of the room. Neither spoke for a long while.
The tension was broken when another entered the room, a man that Harry had not seen yet. He looked similar to Seongho, only with more grey in his hair and more lines on his face. Unlike the other Mins, this man had lines from laughing. The magic seeped off this man just like Taehee’s in the wall, his magic feeling stable and like Andromeda’s. A parent, Harry realized, that is what his magic feels like. And with the familiar way he touched Jiwoo, concerned covering his features, Harry knew this was Min Sungjin. And with the way his comforting magic took over Jiwoo’s stifling one, he was thankful to have him appear.
“Boys, why don’t you go to the dining hall? Lunch will be served soon,” Sungjin’s tone left no room for argument, Blaise taking Harry’s hand and tugging him out of the room. Harry bit his lip at the treatment. He had been introduced to everyone he had met so far, yet Sungjin had seemed to only have eyes for his husband. He did not know what to make of it. They had made it most of the way down the corridor before he received an answer.
“Sungjin’s word is to be followed, no matter what is proper,” Blaise spoke softly, keeping a proper distance between them although he did not release his hand. Harry realized that this is the first time since the alleyway that he was alone with Blaise. His cheeks burned at the thought.
“He will most likely greet you properly at lunch.” Harry did not like the way that Blaise was holding him at arm’s length, both physically and emotionally. In the short time, they had been familiar with each other, the taller boy had been open with him, surprisingly so. With him just suddenly giving him vague answers and clipped words, it made his stomach curl.
Harry dug his heels into the marble floor and used his weight to stop Blaise from stalking down the halls any further. The other boy turned to look at him in confusion and maybe even slight annoyance, but Harry was not a Gryffindor for nothing. He squared his shoulders and gathered his courage.
“Did I ask something wrong? Is that why you are upset?”
He kept his head up and met Blaise’s eyes. It was not really what he wanted to say. He wanted to ask why his mother had a handful of husbands, wanted to know why Jiwoo had gotten angry, wanted to know if Blaise had the capability of taking the air out of the room like Jiwoo or if his magic was calming like Sungjin’s. Yet those were the easiest questions and seemed to be optimal choice when Blaise’s shoulders sagged a little bit and his posture relaxed entirely.
“Of course not, Harry. You are allowed to ask questions, especially given your situation. You did not grow up on stories of the Min Family or know the rumors that are spread around.” Blaise let out a long sigh, taking Harry’s free hand, his thumb stroking over the engagement ring. “But you will know them one day. I am sure that within the first week of Hogwarts, a rumor will be spread about our betrothal.”
“Rumors are kind of my normal,” Harry interjected, Blaise’s tense expression falling away with a small grin.
“Yes, I am well aware. However, you have me now, you have people who care and are able to step up,” he meant Sirius. His father had loved him dearly and did all he could for him but could only do so from a distance. He could not write the school board about Umbridge and her punishments or how Harry had been the outcast once more in his own house. But Andromeda could, Hyejing and Jaesun could. Harry had more family now and they would do something for his safety and well-being. His eyes began to sting as his eyes filled with tears, hands tightening on Blaise’s. He did not need to hide from him.
The taller boy shot him a sad look, carefully pulling his hands away so he could wrap his arms around Harry’s waist, crouching slightly so Harry could wrap his arms around his neck properly. Being this close would be considered improper but neither cared at the moment. This was about comfort, about losing loved ones only to gain an entire family. It was an oath of loyalty and protection, something Harry had never fully had before.
Time passed slowly as they embraced, neither teen wanting to release the other just yet. Between their constant letters and the recent developments, there was something between the two. Something that was only just beginning to bloom but strong enough to survive winter winds. Strong enough to withstand the fear of the unknown.
They broke apart only when Harry’s stomach let out a small growl sound, both of them laughing in a carefree way that only teenagers were capable of.
“C’mon, I’m hungry too,” they continued down the hall, Blaise no longer dragging Harry behind him but swinging their interlaced hands between them. The small gesture made butterflies erupt in his stomach and Harry hoped his face was not beat red.
“Blaise,” he received a hum to indicate the older was listening, “will you tell me those rumors later?” Harry was tentative with his words, not wanting to cause Blaise to close up again. To his surprise, the Slytherin merely nodded his head.
“And it’s okay to do so? I mean. . . we are not married yet so I...” Harry let his sentence hang, unsure of where he was going with it. He did not know all of the intricacies of betrothals. He did not want Blaise to get in trouble because of his curiosity. The Slytherin did pause this time, turning to look at him for a second.
“Harry, by signing that contract we agreed to get married when we graduate Hogwarts. Only the creators can break the contract and with your father gone, my mother cannot do it. The only escape from this contract is death.” Harry felt his head nod in understanding yet he did not really comprehend the words right away.
The only escape is death. But what did that mean when you had a psychopathic murderer after you? When the prophecy said that neither could live while the other survived. This realization was a slap in the face. In all the changes and revelations in the last week, Harry had allowed himself to forget about the prophecy and the expectations placed upon him. Andromeda had done well with keeping him busy so he did not even think about it.
There was also the issue of Dumbledore, Hermione, and Ron. While he could ignore their owls and howlers at Andromeda’s, it would be harder when he was at Hogwarts. Dumbledore was easily avoidable since he was the Headmaster, although Harry knew that he would probably not ignore him like he had done last year. Hermione and Ron would be harder to avoid as they were in Gryffindor as well. He could only hope that a month would allow them to calm down enough. He did not want to continue being their friend, not after they stole from and harassed him. But he also did not want to be ousted from his house again. Gryffindor, despite all the trouble his housemates had caused for him, was his home and where he belonged. Both of his fathers were sorted there and he did not want to give that up because people were money hungry.
If he was honest, facing Hermione and Ron seemed more terrifying than facing Voldemort. He had been spending the entire day with the man who seemed to be at Tom’s side since the beginning and up until the last few minutes, he had not given Harry any reason to fear him. While Hermione, Ron, and even Ginny were still attempting to poison him and force him to give them what they deserve. Even if it was terrifying to think about, Harry believed that they would sooner give him to Voldemort if it meant that they could have their hands on the Black family fortune. It did sound unhinged, these were people who had been his family just a week ago, that had followed him into the danger without a second thought.
However, Harry lost complete faith in all of them when Ginny appeared as him to his father’s will and signed his name on official Goblin documents. There was not a thing they would not do for the money. It made Harry wonder if they had even cared about him or if it was all a façade for some unknown end game. Had they had a nice laugh about the poor orphan who considered them family while they were stealing from him? Did he even really have a family outside of Sirius?
“It’s nice to meet you, Harry. I am Sungjin, Jiwoo’s way smarter husband.”
But he did.
He had Andromeda and Ted, two parents who had raised their daughter long ago and were well into their no children years but had taken in Harry out of the kindness of their hearts and as a deed to his father. Andromeda had taught him diligently and with a gentle hand. She had even reconciled with her sister to give Harry to roundest education on Pureblood society. She had taken him shopping and takes interest in the things he likes. She actually encourages him to follow his own desires. Makes him believe that he will live long enough to have a career that he can choose on his own. And Ted is like a godfather, even though that thought still hurts to think about. Ted was super into having another person in the house who knew Muggle things. Harry had spent a lot of time watching movies with Ted in the evening, the older man ‘correcting’ the fact that Harry had not seen many Muggle movies before.
And the Min family, they counted too. In the short hours that Harry had met the majority of them, they had accepted him readily and constantly reassured him. They actually noticed when he grew uncomfortable and made quick work to rectify it. They did not hide their true selves from him and he valued honesty. He was quite fed up with people hiding things from him ‘for his own good.’ But the Mins did not lie and were exceptional in his opinion. Harry could not wait to meet the other members of the family. If they were anything like the ones he had met already, he knew that they would be one huge chaotic family.
Blaise and Hyejing were also a part of this family he had found himself a part of. Both had no reason to honor the marriage contract, they could have easily dissolved it when Harry did not sign on his birthday, whether he knew or not. Yet, they respected Sirius and his insisting they wait. And even now, they did not have to welcome him with open arms. Blaise could have easily held him at arm’s length and Hyejing could have not bothered with him at all. But she had invited him over for his birthday, had taken care to tell her family about him and his interests as well. Blaise had stepped right up in the position of betrothed, had taken the time to get to know him, and kept reminding him that he would keep him safe.
Harry could easily see himself as a part of this family. His hand held in Blaise’s while the Min brothers argued with Hyejing and Jiwoo and Sungjin watching in loving exasperation. Andromeda and Ted would be there as well and maybe even Narcissa and Draco. He was desperate for this possible future. All he had ever wanted was a family and now he had a chance to find a real one.
He could not wait for this family to officially be his.
“You were not kidding when you said that Seongho gets teased the most,” Harry commented, fingers playing with one of the nearby flowers. After lunch, Andromeda and Hyejing led them to the gardens for tea allowing the teens to sit away from them for some semblance of privacy. Blaise had picked a spot on the other side of the little courtyard, little purple flowers off to the right of the table they sat at. They looked similar to some of the ones he had planted in Petunia’s gardens a long time ago. Alstroemerias? After hours of planting them, Petunia had ripped them up after claiming that Harry picked the wrong flowers. She had complained of how they made her garden ugly and had gotten Dudley and his friends to chase him six blocks for ‘his mistake.’
“You should see when they are all together, you would think they were children instead of well past thirty,” Blaise shook his head with a smile on his face. He looked more relaxed than he did before lunch and Harry was reluctant to break the easy-going conversation they were having. Blaise had said he would tell him of the rumors but he did not have to do it right now. Harry did not want to spend the rest of his birthday in uncomfortable silence.
“What did you get for your birthday?” In his ever-elusive way, Blaise seemed to understand exactly what Harry was thinking and steered the conversation away from his family.
“Draco got me a healing book, sneaky of you to share our conversations with him,” Harry teased, not at all upset about it. Blaise held up his hands in defense, a laugh huffing out of his lips.
“I did no such thing; I keep your letters locked in a box that only opens for my magical signature. Must have been someone else.” He locked away their letters so no one could get them? Once again Blaise was surprising Harry and the Gryffindor did not know how to respond.
“Neville got me a Peace Lily, he said that his Gran and he extend apologies for my loss,” Instead of acknowledging the complexity that was Blaise Zabini, Harry continued with his recounting. Blaise allowed him this, simply nodding his head as he sipped his tea. Harry told him of the ‘gifts’ from his old friends and how his heir ring had detected the love potion on Ginny’s. The Slytherin was no longer smiling, face serious as he listened to the dangers that had been sent to Harry. He had known that Harry was receiving constant letters from Granger and Weasley with hexes on them, but this was the first attempt at a love potion. He would need to ask Andromeda if she still had it, Taehee would definitely spin a case against the female Weasley with it.
“It detected some on Remus’ gift too, compulsion charms,” Harry continued dejectedly, remembering the words that had been in the small note attached to the chocolates. Disrespecting the Headmaster and ignoring your friends? This isn’t what Sirius would have wanted for you, Harry. It seemed that Sirius was right to doubt Remus. The werewolf was so far under Dumbledore’s thumb and it saddened Harry that the one last connection to his parents was someone who wanted to back the side of the people who had stolen from and failed Harry.
“What else did you get?” Blaise was finding that he did not like it when Harry looked anything other than determined and happy. He had enough pain and sorrow in his life. He wanted him to always be smiling and have that mischievous look on his face that he had only seen from afar at Hogwarts. Yes, with Harry’s deviousness and Gryffindor courage, he would definitely fit in with the Min Family.
“The twins wrote to me. . . They said they had no idea that Molly was stealing from me and that they would stand by me,” Harry’s voice was still rather soft, though it leaned more towards affectionate than sad. Blaise let himself smile at the knowledge that Harry could have at least two of his Weasleys, the twins at that. They were valuable and smart. Chaeyoung and Aeri would love to meet them.
“That’s mature of them.”
“Yeah, they’re great! And Luna got me some socks and this little bracelet.”
Harry had lifted his wrist to show the bracelet only to find himself pulled out of his seat and almost all the way across the table as Blaise frantically yanked his arm forward.
“Blaise, what”
“Did you have Andromeda examine this bracelet before you put it on?” The taller cut him off.
“No, why…”
“Harry! Did you not stop to think about the dangers of putting on items without having them properly checked!” Blaise’s voice was distressed as he pulled his wand out and waved it over Harry’s arm, muttering an unfamiliar spell under his breath. Harry found himself holding his own breath, anxiously watching Blaise’s face as the Slytherin examined the charm bracelet as if it would kill them both.
Only when the tip of Blaise’s wand flashed a soft purple color did the taller release him from his hold, pocketing his wand again.
“Okay, it is safe. But from now on, do not put on anything until you have checked it. I will help you with the spell, it is important Harry.”
“Why?” Harry asked, letting his annoyance convey in his voice as he made a show of rubbing the faint handprint on his arm from Blaise’s manhandling. Regret flashed over the other’s face, but he thankfully kept his hands to himself.
“Okay, boys?” Andromeda called from the other side of the garden. Harry turned his head towards her, seeing that Hyejing was holding her hand in an attempt to keep her in her seat. He knew that if she truly did think he was in danger, nothing would have been able to hold her back. He nodded his head to her, releasing his arm so he did not worry her anymore. It had hurt at first, but he could deal with a few bruises if whatever Blaise had freaked out about was explained.
“Please sit, I’ll explain and keep my hands to myself, promise.” Blaise’s voice was the meekest he had ever heard it and maybe that is what pulled him back to his seat. Or perhaps it was the promise of an answer? Harry sat down in his seat once more, Narcissa’s lessons finally kicking in as he stared at Blaise. The black-haired teen looked like a true Pureblood at that moment as he waited for his answers. If Blaise was on Harry’s good side right now, he would compliment him on how far he had come. He let out a long sigh before straightening up in his chair. This would be a difficult conversation.
“Have you noticed the cuff on Sungjin’s wrist?”
Harry’s eyebrows raised at the question, his gaze drifting over Blaise’s shoulder where the older man was harvesting some potion ingredients. He had on a simple white button-up, sleeves pushed up to his elbows. Sure enough, there was a black bracelet on Sungjin’s left wrist. Harry could not make out any defining details of it, the bracelet looked like it belonged there, as if it had never been removed. Maybe Jiwoo had given it to him and Blaise was bothered because it was a courting custom?
“Jiwoo gave that to him when they were thirteen.” So Harry was right, it was a courting gift. Maybe Luna would understand if he did not wear it? “It had a curse on it.”
Harry blinked at the words, his stomach rolling violently at the word curse.
“A curse?”
“Yeah. . . Not Pa’s greatest moment,”
“Why would he do that? I thought he loved Sungjin?” The two had seemed very close and like the type of parents who were disgustingly in love with another yet still argued constantly. A dynamic that many dreamed of having with their partner.
“Oh, he does. I don’t know one thing Pa would not do for Pop. But the Nam family, where Sungjin comes from, did not think so. They were a notoriously light family and believed that dark magic was evil. Think the Weasleys but not blood traitors. They did not want Sungjin to even be around Jiwoo, let alone be betrothed to him. Sungjin’s father was already planning on marrying Sungjin to another light family and Jiwoo’s father told Jiwoo that his offer of a contract had been rejected.” Harry listened carefully, wanting to know how it all connected together.
“Jiwoo decided to take matters into his own hands and made a bond bracelet, one that tied Sungjin to him and would not allow any other to be betrothed to him. Only he did not know what the effect of that type of magic would have on Sungjin’s magic.” Blaise shifted uncomfortably and Harry straightened up as well.
“The magic that Jiwoo infused in the bracelet warped Sungjin’s magical core. By the time that Sungjin was twenty, the bracelet had become essential for him to keep living. If Pop attempts to remove it, his magic core would collapse.”
Hearing the words come from Blaise’s mouth, Harry could understand now why he had a reaction like he did. It made sense that he would be wary with the circumstances that Sungjin had to live with because of Jiwoo’s decision.
“If he knows about it, then why would he stay with Jiwoo? I mean, I wouldn’t want to people with someone who had cursed me and bound my magic,” Harry tried to keep his voice neutral, but by the frown on Blaise’s face, he did not succeed.
“Love makes you do crazy things, stupid irresponsible things. They loved each other, Harry. They had spent every day with each other since they met when they were children. My Pop says that he would have done everything Pa asked of him when they were kids and that without the bracelet they could not have been together. It was stupid of course,” Blaise leaned in closer to Harry, keeping his hands below the table still.
“I sometimes see Pa staring at the bracelet intensely and you can see the agony on his face. He has to live with the knowledge that he bound the love of his life to him. I beg that you do not think lesser of my Great-Grandfather, Harry. He has given his all to Sungjin and their kids and I know that if he could safely remove the bracelet, he would.”
Harry met Blaise’s eyes for a couple of seconds before shifting his gaze back to Sungjin. This time he was joined by Jiwoo, the two crouched together as Sungjin pointed at the different plants in front of them. Sungjin was talking rapidly, almost like Neville whenever he was talking about Herbology. It only furthered the notion that the Mins were not evil Death Eaters but a close-knit family who grasped every opportunity if it benefited them. But what really caught his attention was Jiwoo’s face.
The Min Lord was staring at his husband as if he had hung the sun in the sky like he could listen to Sungjin ramble for hours and be happy. Harry watched as Jiwoo leaned into Sungjin, his forehead pressing against the other’s temple before his head rested on his husband’s shoulder. Sungjin easily moved his head so it was resting on top of Jiwoo’s, not even disturbed as he continued to talk and gather ingredients. It was a tender moment, one that people would envy if they did not have it. Their silent understanding and easy affection was something that Harry himself had wanted in a partner one day. Although he was not exactly sure if Blaise was the one.
The Slytherin admittedly had already seemed to understand him without needing spoken words, though Harry has been made aware that he is very expressive in general. If Harry was honest, he could see him and Blaise in Jiwoo and Sungjin’s place. It would be easy too, even though they needed more time to know each other as well as the other couple. Harry could only hope that one day he could listen to Blaise ramble about his favorite things while he got to lean into his side and listen.
“Blaise.” Harry turned his attention back to the other boy, meeting his eyes for a few seconds before reaching for the bracelet and undoing the clasp until it released and it laid on the table. His bare hand reached for Blaise’s hand, the Slytherin hurriedly pulling his hands out of his lap to cup Harry’s hand between both of his. “You need to tell me about all of these things if I am to be a part of this family.” He said firmly, watching as Blaise pulled his hand further across the table. Watched closely as Blaise bent his head and pressed a soft kiss to the inside of his wrist where the bracelet had sat. Luckily, he had not been speaking of his tough façade would have cracked instantly.
“Of course, Harry. I did not mean to keep any of this from you, I just did not think it would become an issue yet.” Blaise spoke smoothly, his hands releasing Harry and reaching for the charm bracelet. In an unexpected move, he clasped it back onto Harry’s wrist. He spent a moment messing with the rainbow moonstone charm, his lips quirking into a small smirk.
“Lovegood designed this expertly for you, it will bring you more use if you wear it. Just, for my sake, please do not place any more jewelry on your body without having me check it, okay?” Harry nodded to his terms, still looking at where Blaise’s fingers traced the delicate silver of the bracelet.
At that moment, Harry realized how effortless it would be to fall in love with Blaise Zabini.
30 July 1980
I know I am not imagining it… There is a sharp pain in my left side and yet James has told me to just wait for my water to break. I think he is honestly stalling because he still has not put the crib together. I swear Bean if I did not love that man to pieces, I would hex his pieces. “I’ll get it done Siri, don’t worry!” and “I have had a long day Padfoot, can’t we just cuddle?” Luckily for me, Lily and Hyejing have been coming over to keep me company so I do not murder your father. Perhaps I will have James thank them for saving his life after you are born?
Oh little Bean, how I cannot wait to meet you and hold you in my arms and to not be so fucking huge anymore! Lily had told James about how some Muggles wait to find out the baby’s gender and your father was adamant that we follow that so I supposed we will find out what you are when you finally grace us with your presence. I just know you are gonna be exactly like James, always taking your sweet time to do things and grinning that stupid crooked smile when you get in trouble. You’ll break many hearts my bean, hopefully, you’ll have Hyejing’s son to protect yours.
James is home now. I will let you know if the pain grows any worse. I am praying to Merlin and Magic that you are ready to join us soon, bean. I love you little one.
31 July 1980
It feels weird writing in Sirius’ journal, he won’t even let James touch it. But they wanted me to write this for them:
Harry Regulus Potter-Black was born at 9:25 pm on the 31st of July. I cannot wait to be allowed in the room to see him, Sirius. Harry has many excited people waiting to meet him. Let me see my godson already so I can spoil him!
Love, Lily
01 August 1980
Beautiful.
Merlin, he is so beautiful.
Harry Regulus Potter-Black, born July 31st, 1980.
My little Harry you look so much like my dear young brother, his carbon copy. I have been thinking about sending a picture to my mother, despite our estranged relationship. It would do her some good to have a little reminder of Regulus and evidence of her grandson before he is hidden from the world.
Albus, not even two hours after giving birth, barged into my hospital room and spun such awful stories of how Voldemort was going to kill Harry. . . something of them being equals and a prophecy? That my little Harry would be the one to defeat him? He even mentioned something of Lily blood adopting Harry? What an absurd thing! Why would his parents have any bearing on the prophecy? It would just put Lily in more danger. I am not sure if he was serious or if I am still out of it. If he was serious, that old man has truly lost it.
Hyejing offered one of her Italian villas for a safe house, but Dumbledore was adamant on Godric’s Hollow for some reason. He said that because he had grown up there, the little town had extra protections on it. “No one would look for you there,” he had said. Harry is half Potter and Godric’s Hollow was the brightest of beacons for the so-called Light Leader to hide them. But James and Lily thought it was a good idea and so very soon we will go into hiding.
I do hope that this war does not continue for much longer. I do not want to raise Harry in such a violent world. He should not have to fear one of his parents not coming home to him because a Death Eater had gotten the upper hand. Harry should have a normal childhood where he can see other children easily and be able to run around outside. Tomorrow is a mystery as my father used to say. We shall see.
Anyways, my little bean is here and I could not be more in love with my Harry. I wish I had one of those Muggle cameras so I could take a picture of what I am looking at right now. James, my dear husband, so exhausted from MY labor is fast asleep on the spare bed and has little Harry held securely against his chest. His Quidditch reflexes are still very much active as I have almost had five heart attacks watching Harry wiggle around only for James to catch him in his sleep. I knew he would be a natural father.
Merlin, thank you for my family and for keeping us safe. I will never forsake you for this blessing. Mother Magic, please keep my son safe, I beg you.
I love you, James Potter-Black, even if you irk my every last nerve and still have not built the crib.
And I love you, Harry Potter-Black, for bringing light to my darkness and showing me unconditional love, even in the few hours we have known each other.
Papa will always love you.