Chapter 1
I stood at the doorway, the frosty December chill blowing at my ankles, as I waved at the frizzy haired woman standing at the end of the garden and with a 'pop' she disappeared. I gently closed the door and walked back to the kitchen, I started to clear up the dirty mugs and cupcake wrappers left from my coffee date with Hermione. I turned up the radio and flicked my wand to start running a hot bowl of washing up water. I washed the plates and mugs contentedly as the weird sisters played out on the radio. The clock in the hallway struck 6 as I finished the last of the drying up, just then I heard a familiar 'pop' outside the front door. I ran to the door just as it opened revealing a tall, handsome man with unruly dark hair and a familiar scar on his forehead, my husband. He gently embraced me lifting me closer to his lips, he lent in and kissed me softly on the lips, enveloping me in a whirlwind of bliss.
"Hey" he whispered gently, with his forehead resting on mine, a grin breaking onto his face.
"Hi" I breathed back.
It was still a shock that I was married to Harry Potter, we had only been married for 3 months and it had felt like 2 weeks. A dream that had flown by.
It was late evening and Harry and I had settled cosily on the sofa in front of a roaring fire to watch TV. I lay sprawled on the sofa draped in fluffy blankets my head resting lazily in Harry's lap. Harry was absent mindedly stroking my ginger hair as he concentrated on the TV screen, suddenly he stopped. He lent closer to me.
"Ginny?"
"Yeah" I sighed sleepily
"I…I…I think… I want..." he stuttered
"Oh spit it out, silly" I slurred in my lazy slumber
"I want a baby" he blurted
"A baby?"
"A baby." Harry confirmed
I sat up and halted for a second before leaning over towards him, embracing his cheeks and kissing his lips gently and whispering:
"I want your baby"