Hello, I know I'm supposed to be working on The Story of Us, and I will carry on with that I promise, but I've read a couple of fics like this and couldn't resist.
I hope you like this.

Something to Remember Me By

An evening in the meadow causes a lot more trouble than it's worth, Ginny learns how to cope in extraordinary circumstances whilst Harry is in hiding.

Prologue

I sighed in content as his lips pressed gently against mine; I returned the kiss willingly, deepening it. We kissed passionately for what must have been a few minutes, but felt like hours. Things became more heated as we led back into the long grass, obscuring us from the rest of the world. Our limbs were entwined together, and we were pressing ourselves against each other, so to touch as much as possible.
Eventually our clothes lay strewn around us in the grass and Harry hovered over me, I pulled his face towards mine and kissed him gently, putting all my feelings for him in this one kiss.
"Are you sure?" he asked, I nodded, before he lowered himself onto me, completing us.
We lay next to each other facing the sky, breathing heavily. "I'm sorry" he whispered.
"What for?" I whispered back.
"This shouldn't have happened" I stared at him in shock, not understanding."You're only sixteen, and I'll be leaving soon" he tried to explain

"Shut up" I growled, "It doesn't matter that I'm sixteen, I wanted this and it was perfect." I paused for a few seconds before quietly saying "I love you." Harry looked up at me, i had never admitted this to him before, and he had never expressed his feelings either.
"I love you too" he replied, just as quietly before continuing his argument. "But if Voldemort found out that I was still involved with you, he would use you to get to me" he said desperately.
"I know" I said quietly, giving in. He also dropped the subject and we laid in peaceful silence staring at the stars.

A scream brought me out of my daydream, I opened my eyes and looked around seeing the concerned faces of my friends, I had screamed I realized, I was brought back to reality when a pain rippled through my abdomen causing me to cry out again.

"Ginny, It's okay, you're nearly there it's almost over" said a soothing voice, Neville smiled down at me, and I was glad of her encouragement.
I shook my head, clearing it of the last thoughts of my night with Harry, only two days later he had gone, along with Ron and Hermione.

Not two months later and I was back at Hogwarts, which had drastically changed, with Snape as headmaster and the Carrows' sick new regime, the school was no longer the safe haven it used to be, Hogwarts was not the only thing that had changed, I had noticed changes in my body, and I was scared as to what it could mean. My worst fears were confirmed: I was pregnant. I kept it to myself for a long time, before finally admitting to myself that I needed help. I eventually confided in Luna and Neville, who were both supportive. I never told them who the father was, although I think they figured it out.
I had found a sort of charm, to hide my stomach, the last thing I wanted was Snape or one of the Carrows to find out, any child of Harry's was in serious danger.

Christmas was tricky, my charm hid my stomach, but at five months I was still throwing up a lot, I was also on my guard a lot more, after Luna had been taken on the train, I was constantly worried that death eaters would come for me and it obviously showed as my Mum expressed her concern for me again and again. I was dreading coming home for Easter in two weeks with a newborn baby.

After we lost Luna, Neville suggested that he and I, along with a few others should use the Room of Requirement, and not long after that declared that I should seek some outside help, and with that disappeared down the passage to the Hogs Head, returning a couple of hours later with Aberforth, who had brought baby formula, and other baby necessities that the room could not provide for me, we decided it was too risky to involve anyone from St. Mungos, and so that left Neville and I to deal with the birth ourselves.

Once again I was overwhelmed by pain; I could hear Neville calling me, somewhere nearby, telling me I had to push. I did as he said, and not long after a piercing wail filled the room, I was thankful the Room of Requirement had provided us all with separate, sound proof rooms, giving me the privacy I needed, allowing me to keep my secret.

Neville passed me a bundle swaddled in white blankets, slightly stained with blood. I looked down at my baby and I was overwhelmed by emotion.

This was what Harry and I had created, and it was perfect.

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