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eldabe(originally drafted ON July 31, but you know. Life happens)
So I have this headcanon (that I'm super sure I posted but I can't find?) that on Harry's birthday after James was born, Ginny woke up to James fussing/crying, carried him back to the bad, dumped him on a sleeping Harry, declared "happy birthday," and went back to sleep. AND HARRY WAS DELIGHTED because Harry has FAMILY and basically HARRY COULD NOT BE HAPPIER ABOUT THIS FACT so Harry is 100% up for babysitting all the time anyway and like...Ginny giving him family is the absolute best gift ever?
And then it becomes a family tradition, every year all the kids wake up Harry on his birthday by climbing on Harry, or snuggling with Harry, or even jumping on him (Lily stopped when she got too big, really) because like...WHAT BETTER WAY FOR HARRY TO START HIS BIRTHDAY RIGHT??
AND THEN.
I realized that this past July 31 was the last one before Albus goes to school. So there is James, already 13 and practically halfway through Hogwarts, sprawls across the bed in teenage glory, and there is Lily, only nine and still fine cuddling up to her sleepy Dad, and there is Albus. Do you think Albus was already worrying about ending up in Slytherin? He must have already known he wasn't exactly the same as James. He might have been exploding with worry, but trying to hide it, because it's Harry's birthday.
He might have clung a bit to Harry in the morning wake-up, while James was laughing and tickling and kicking and Ginny smushed all three of her children together between her and Harry in a big hug and Lily elbowed everyone for more room. Imagine Albus spending the whole day with his family, before he was even angry at Harry. Imagine Albus still a part of his giant family -- you know Molly has a birthday dinner for Harry and every other family member that wants to have cake, so all of them -- that little seed of doubt only barely planted. Albus still helps his Dad blow out the candles and still plays a sloppy game of backyard Quidditch (James just made the team last year and won't shut up) and still wraps his arms around Harry for the big family picture.
Oh gosh. July 31 2017. I'm not crying, you're crying.
So I have this headcanon (that I'm super sure I posted but I can't find?) that on Harry's birthday after James was born, Ginny woke up to James fussing/crying, carried him back to the bad, dumped him on a sleeping Harry, declared "happy birthday," and went back to sleep. AND HARRY WAS DELIGHTED because Harry has FAMILY and basically HARRY COULD NOT BE HAPPIER ABOUT THIS FACT so Harry is 100% up for babysitting all the time anyway and like...Ginny giving him family is the absolute best gift ever?
And then it becomes a family tradition, every year all the kids wake up Harry on his birthday by climbing on Harry, or snuggling with Harry, or even jumping on him (Lily stopped when she got too big, really) because like...WHAT BETTER WAY FOR HARRY TO START HIS BIRTHDAY RIGHT??
AND THEN.
I realized that this past July 31 was the last one before Albus goes to school. So there is James, already 13 and practically halfway through Hogwarts, sprawls across the bed in teenage glory, and there is Lily, only nine and still fine cuddling up to her sleepy Dad, and there is Albus. Do you think Albus was already worrying about ending up in Slytherin? He must have already known he wasn't exactly the same as James. He might have been exploding with worry, but trying to hide it, because it's Harry's birthday.
He might have clung a bit to Harry in the morning wake-up, while James was laughing and tickling and kicking and Ginny smushed all three of her children together between her and Harry in a big hug and Lily elbowed everyone for more room. Imagine Albus spending the whole day with his family, before he was even angry at Harry. Imagine Albus still a part of his giant family -- you know Molly has a birthday dinner for Harry and every other family member that wants to have cake, so all of them -- that little seed of doubt only barely planted. Albus still helps his Dad blow out the candles and still plays a sloppy game of backyard Quidditch (James just made the team last year and won't shut up) and still wraps his arms around Harry for the big family picture.
Oh gosh. July 31 2017. I'm not crying, you're crying.
