Hello! This is the sequel to my previous story, After the War: My Version of Those 19 Years. YOU MUST READ THAT FIRST! Anyways, this is the prologue, and it is very depressing and a little maturish, but I sort of thought it was necessary. Anyways, please read! I won't say enjoy, because it's sad, but please read!

Disclaimer: Oh, seriously, it's not mine, OK?

Prologue: October 14th, 2007

I was curled up on the couch, my hand over my stomach. My whole body was numb. I didn't know if this was because of the medicine or because of the news I'd just received. I couldn't believe this was happening. They promised it would be safe! They told me I'd be fine!

And just like that, I'm sobbing again, curled up and hugging my stomach tightly. I'd just found out the awful news today. At three and a half months pregnant with Harry and I's son, I had miscarried, and the baby was gone. It had been a miracle just to get pregnant, and now our baby had died! To make it even worse, today was the one day Harry hadn't come with me to the doctor's, and I'd had to bear the news alone. Thank heavens Lily and Connor were out for the day. I wouldn't want them to see me like this.

"Ginny? I'm home!" Harry called, his voice cheery as he opened the door. I didn't move. How could I tell him that his child was dead, all because of me? I couldn't.

"Ginny? Are you here? Hello? Lily? Connor?" Harry walked into the living room and spotted me on the couch.

"There you a-Ginny! What's wrong? Are you hurt? Are you sick? Is the baby alright? Ginny-what?" I broke down into sobs again, clutching my stomach. Harry, completely bewildered, quickly sat me up and leaned me against him, letting my snot and tears run onto his work robes. He rubbed my back soothingly, whispering comforting words that meant nothing to me. I had to tell him.

"H-H-Harry," I choked out, pulling back and wiping my tears. "I-I-I n-need to t-tell you something."

"I'm all ears, love. What's wrong?" he asked again, tucking a lock of hair behind me ear.

"I-I-I h-had my doctor's appointment today," I started, fiercely blinking back fresh tears.

"Yes..." Harry said, not seeing where this is going. Damn him! If he could only guess, I wouldn't have to tell him...

"A-and...I g-got some b-bad news," I sob, trying to hold it together. Thirty seconds, Ginevra. You can do this.

"What's the matter? Are you OK? Did you get hurt? Is our son alright?" he asks, laying his hand gently on my stomach, feeling for a baby that's no longer there.

"No," I sob. "He's-he's-" Spit it out, Ginevra! I tell myself. "I-I miscarried," I confess, and immediately break down in tears again. I see an intense pain cross Harry's face.

"You...oh, Ginny," he whispers taking me into his arms. His tears stream into my hair, making me cry even harder. Neither of us says anything. There really isn't anything you can say.

After what feels like forever, Harry helps me to my feet and into the kitchen. His eyes are bloodshot and I know mine aren't much better. He makes a cup of tea and we sit, both crying, at the table for another hour at least. Finally, I realize Lily and Connor will be home in twenty minutes.

"Harry, the t-twins will be home soon," I croak, my voice hoarse from tears. He just holds me tighter. I squirm a bit. "I don't want them to see me like this," I tell him. He sighs.

"You are in no condition to be a mother right now," he informs me. Tears flood down my face again, but I know he's right. "Come on. I'm going to say you got sick. Thank Merlin we haven't told anyone but Ron and Hermione yet," he sighs. And I'm thankful, too. Neither of us wanted to tell my family quite yet. Harry thought it would put added stress on the pregnancy, and I didn't want them breathing down my neck. Ron and Hermione had been told only because of my consistent bathroom breaks during the time they were here, and when Hermione took the foil off the casserole dish, I'd barely made it to the sink before vomiting.

"We have to tell them, too," I realized, breaking into tears again. Harry nods, tear tracks glittering on his face.

"But not right away. You need time to recover. Come on." And he scoops me up into his arms princess-style and carries me upstairs to our bed. He tucks me in and lays on top of the comforter with me, stroking my hair gently.

"Harry, I-" I start, but he kisses me, soft and gentle and very very sweet.

"Don't worry, love. Don't even think. Just sleep, alright?" I nod, knowing it's pointless to argue. "I love you," he reminds me, and it feels good to hear that, even after I lost our baby.

"Don't leave me," I whisper. I need him now more than ever.

"Never," he vows, and he stays with me, stroking my hair. I'm nearly asleep when I remember something.

"Harry?" I ask, my voice thick.

"Mm?"

"Promise me something," I say, and he looks down into my eyes.

"What, love?"

"Promise me we'll never try again. Please. I...I'm sorry, but I just can't go through this again. I can't put another child at risk because of my condition." I feel tears leaking out from the corners of my eyes as I speak. Harry looks at me for a moment, his face expressionless. Then he bends down and kisses away my tears.

"I promise, love." And with that, I let the waves of unconsciousness overwhelm me.

So, yeah. Pretty sad. Please leave a nice review! I recently received an EXTREMELY nasty flame. As in, made me cry nasty. Seriously. So, please be nice to me! Oh, and Happy Friday the 13th! Any Swiftie who recognizes the significance of this date, let me know! So, leave a nice review for me and I'll get Chapter 1 up(which is a little boring but a lot nicer).

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