You were a girl Gryffindor, you were a Seeker since first year with Harry, and you were Oliver Wood's fiancée even if you're both 17 years old and you got a little baby of 4 months.

It was now night, your baby boy was already so expressive and yapping around, babbling around, being curious as you and Oliver were in your shared dorm, Oliver was laying on his back on the bed and Oliver was holding your son's above his face as your son yap and babble around as you lay beside them, on your elbow.

It was a cute sight, your son doing a conversation with his daddy without even knowing that he was being incoherent with his little baby noises.