Godric's Hollow - Epilogue : Nanny- H/R - PG
Title : Nanny
Pairing : Harry/Ron
Prompt : nanny
Words : 650
Rating : PG
Note : A peek into the lives of my Godric’s Hollow!Harry and Ron, which I have been promising for exactly a year, tomorrow!


We’d been living together for four years, and I thought we couldn’t be happier.

I’m not saying that everything was perfect.

I moved out of the house, and in with Harry.

Hermione was so supportive, and I’m sure she was pleased to get me out from under her feet, so she could fill the house with the famililess house-elves she was trying to rehome.

Teddy and Alex weren’t surprised, but they’d been used to her dad seeing men.

Di and Philip were fine; I think it helped that they only ever saw their dad in Muggle London, anyway, so it didn’t directly affect them.

My girls were wonderful; I suspect Lizzie got to them before I sat them down and stumbled through my explanation, because they all smiled and hugged me, and there is no way I’d got my point across all that clearly.

Lizzie gave me such a hug, and promised to bring the children to see us every week.

Yes, children; little Arthur had a baby sister; and at least we knew who her father was.

And there wasn’t anyone else that Harry needed to tell.

My brothers’ reactions varied; I could tell that Bill was shocked, but Fleur was so magnificently unshocked that the air was taken right out of his sails; Charlie didn’t bat an eyelid, I guess he spends so much time with animals, that all humans are the same and equally shaggable; Percy was not impressed and I could see him worrying about how it would affect him at work, and I could have punched him; the twins’ eyes sparkled and they looked younger and more mischievous than I’d seen them in years, and I knew we were in for a stream of rude comments and dreadful tricks, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

We didn’t tell anyone else.

A change of address form at work, specifying Harry as my emergency contact went unremarked on.

I Apparated to work and no one knew or cared who I Apparated home to.

So, we were officially together; at last.

It had been a long time since we’d lived together, and it took some getting used to.

Harry was used to being in charge of his own space, but, luckily, I was used to Hermione being in charge of mine, and I had no strong opinions on décor or which day to do laundry.

I had very strong opinions on having utterly filthy sex, but, luckily, Harry agreed with me.

And, OK, the sex wasn’t as acrobatic as it once was.

And the days of four times a night were long gone.

But it was unhurried because we weren’t in a hurry.

And it was as often as we wanted, not as often as we managed to sneak in.

And we woke up together every morning.

And we saw Hermione and the children and the grandchildren, regularly.

Twelve grandchildren, between us, amazingly enough.

Harry loved mine as much as he loved Diana’s, and her boys were the image of their grandfather, and had a very special place in my heart.

And I thought we couldn’t be happier.

I thought there was nothing that could make me happier than being with Harry.

I never thought I’d see anyone make him happier than I could.

Until Teddy came out of his and Alex’s bedroom and handed Harry a warmly wrapped bundle with a tuft of red hair peeping out above green eyes.

And I put my arms around them and looked at the beautiful grumpy face of our grandchild.

“What have you called him?” Hermione asked, stroking the red hair with a fingertip.

“We thought Ronald; Ronnie,” Teddy said. “None of the girls have used it.”

“Oh, Ted,” I said. “That’s… thank you.”

“Welcome, Ronnie,” Hermione whispered. “I’m your Gran; and these two are your Grandpa and your Nanny, you’ll have to work out which is which.”