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Harry Potter went to bed early on Halloween, listening to the driving rain and howling wind, battered his home. He wouldn't want to be out tonight.
Not that he'd ever been excited about Halloween, firstly his cousin would never let him keep any sweets from it and when he learnt the truth of his parent's death, it had never seemed a fun day at all.
There was a grumbling moan next to him, and Harry rolled over to put his arm around his wife, his touch trailing over her pregnant stomach and cupped one growing breast.
Perhaps in the future though Halloween would be exciting for them. Ginny, him and their kid, experiencing it all as a family.
Happy at that thought, Harry fell asleep.