Raising Albus

CH 2, The Attack at the Funeral

Saturday morning Harry and Ginny made sure they were downstairs before breakfast. The boys had a chance to play, rammed around with their brooms for a brief while, and then cleaned up and dressed in their new suits. Ginny looked at her four men. Harry had put on a few pounds the first year when he was starting to be an Auror, partly making up for losing weight when they were on the run, and partly muscle, but had not put on a pound since. He was still very thin and very good looking, she thought, with a few strands of gray in his messy black hair, giving him a little gravitates to counter his still youthful appearance.

Ginny looked at herself. She was about one-hundred and thirty-five pounds, heavier by thirty-five pounds than when she was married. She still had a moderately thin waist, partly back again after her third baby. She was significantly bigger around on top, mostly because she was nursing, but most of the weight was on her hips and on the tummy that looked like she was a woman who had born children. She remembered what she was told when she found out she was pregnant with James; she was never going to look like a teenager again.

They met Dudley and Belinda, Petunia and Aunt Marge, and the two Dunning cousins and their wives for lunch. They were also joined by Belinda's parents, which was a surprise, and the four Aurors plus Dobedo.

After they arrived Aunt Marge looked at Harry and Ginny and the family critically. "Still a skinny little thing," she sneered as she looked at Harry. "Is this your wife? She's a little thing. How old is he?" pointing to Teddy.

"Teddy is ten," Harry replied.

"Got your little wife pregnant before you were even out of school? Does not surprise me," Aunt Marge snapped.

"Teddy Lupin is my god-son," Harry argued. "Both his parents were killed when he was less than a month old, and we have been a big part of his care since."

Ginny looked at Aunt Marge Dursley and snarled, "No one made him sleep in a cupboard or wear badly fitting hand me down clothes, like that brother of yours did to SIR Harry Potter, O.B.E."

"Balderdash, all this Lord and honors, bunch of lies," Marge responded. "Breeding like flies," she muttered as she looked at the children.

"Your aunt is every bit as charming as you told me she would be," Ginny kidded. "I had no idea she would be this much of a bitch."

"Don't you call me a witch!" Aunt Marge growled.

"Belinda and her mother are witches. I would not honor you by calling you a witch, I called you a BITCH," Ginny snapped.

"Ginny, Aunt Marge, stop it!" Harry insisted. "You two need to at least be civil to each other. Aunt Marge, be careful getting on Ginny's bad side. Her brothers were scared of her ability to curse them, and in the Ministry they are scared of her for cursing a witch who tried to make time with me.

"Ginny, behave yourself."

Both women looked at each other with distain, but at least stopped talking to each other.

All the people sat down for lunch, and Dudley stood up. He and Harry had gone over what he was going to say. "Thank you all for coming," Dudley started. He then introduced everyone, introducing Harry as 'Sir Harry Potter, O.B.E.'. After the introductions he explained, "Grunnings was started by my great grand-father. He had three children, two sons and a daughter. My cousins are the sons of his sons, and my grandfather married Mr. Grunnings' daughter. Grunnings was passed on to the next generation with one sibling buying out the others. My father followed this pattern and bought out Aunt Marge.

"Neither of my cousins had family that wanted to become part of Grunnings, so we needed to buy them out, and neither dad nor I had anything near enough money. Meanwhile we had a hidden division of Grunnings that was very profitable making parts for the Wizarding world. I approached Sir Harry, who has plenty of money, and his management company purchased two-thirds of Grunnings.