Harry and Ginny shared a look with each other. "No wonder it tastes better," Harry muttered, mostly under his breath. Evangeline didn't appear to hear him. Ginny held her breath to fight off a laugh. The smile faded from her face as she observed her cousin by marriage heft herself into her chair, a hand on her pregnant belly. Ginny wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry that Dudley, of all people, had managed to reproduce. All she could hope for was that the little tyke – whatever its gender – was nothing like its father, and especially not like its grandfather.