The Second Generation Prophecy

Summary: Shortly after Harry and Voldermort die dueling eachother, Ginny realizes she is pregnant with Harry's child. Dumbledore's brother, Aberforth, reopens Hogwarts and rebuilds the Order, proving himself not to be as crazy as he seems. Parvati Patil makes a Prophecy about Harry's child, Hermione and Ron get married, and Voldermort's heir is born as well...

Harry sighed heavily, and rubbed his eyes. Tiredly, he padded to the kitchen and with a flick of his wand, a small kettle of tea was bubbling away on the stove.

Harry began rummaging around in the cupboard for a cup, but then paused to look out the window. It was pitch black. He could barely make out the small sign off in the distance that read 'Godric's Hollow' in gold and red lettering.

Once, he had lived in this house. He had been happy, too. Him and his parents.

Until that night, sixteen years ago, where Voldermort had come to their doorstep and killed Lily and James Potter. Voldermort had tried to kill Harry, too, but because his mother had died for him, she had given Harry a powerful protection. Love.

'…..It will take uncommon skill and power to kill a wizard like Voldermort even without his Horcruxes.'

'But I haven't got uncommon skill and power,' said Harry, before he could stop himself.

'Yes, you have,' said Dumbledore firmly. 'You have a power that Voldermort had never had. You can – '

'I know!' said Harry impatiently. 'I can love!' It was only with difficulty that he stopped himself from adding, 'Big deal!'

'Yes, Harry, you can love,' said Dumbledore, who looked as though he knew perfectly well what Harry had refrained from saying. 'Which, given everything that has happened to you, is a great and remarkable thing. You are still too young to understand how unusual you are, Harry.'

So he could still love and was protected by his mother's love. What good had it done him? People were still dying, like Sirius, and Dumbledore. Harry blinked furiously, willing himself not to cry. And although he could love, he couldn't show it, could he? Anyone he loved was in danger.

Harry's heart clenched as he thought about Ginny. God, he loved her. But what had happened a year ago had been what he thought best for her. And she had understood him, like he had known she would.

Harry swore to himself, that, if he did what he was planning to do tonight and came out of it alive, he would ask Ginny to marry him. Who cared if they were both young? Better young then never.

Gripping his mug of tea gratefully, Harry walked back to living room, where a red couch sat in front of a cosy fire.

Harry immediately pulled out his wand. The fireplace had been cold when he left to make his tea. 'Stupe –'

'Harry!' A pale face wreathed in fire shot up from the couch. 'Harry, it's me!'

Breathing heavily, Harry looked at Ginny Weasley. He slipped his wand back in his robes.

'Ginny! What the – how – you know what, I don't want to know yet.' Harry gently placed the mug of tea into her hands.

'Accio mug! Accio kettle! Accio sugar!' Harry winced as the still-hot kettle flew into his hands. Ginny looked very hard as though she was trying not to laugh.

'Harry, weren't you listening to Flitwick when he told us not to summon hot things?'

Harry grinned, for the first time in many days. 'So that must've been the day Ron and I figured out how to play wizard chess in class.' He climbed onto the couch, next to Ginny. 'Now tell me how you got here.'

Ginny smiled proudly. 'Just passed my apparition test.'

'Ginny, that's brilliant! Ron didn't pass the first time.'

'And Hermione passed with flying colors.'

They were both smiling now.

'How'd you guess?'

'Oh, just a hunch.'

Ginny's smile suddenly turned into a little frown. 'Harry, Mum and Lupin and everyone said you're going to duel with Voldermort tomorrow…'

Harry ran his hands through his hair, unaware he looked exactly like his father. 'Yea, I am.'

Ginny bit her lip. Harry looked at her, and realized she was about to cry. 'Ginny, Ginny, don't cry, please don't.'

He pulled her into a hug, and then suddenly their lips met. Ginny broke away and looked up at him. He understood her perfectly. 'Are you sure you want to do this?'

'Yes,' she said softly. 'I'm sure.'

Harry took her hand and pulled her up to his bedroom, gently closing the door behind them.

A/N: bold italics means copied directly from HBP

Harry is 17 in this story, because he was 1 when Voldermort attacked the Potters and killed his parents.