Ginny's POV

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The making of James Sirius Potter

James Sirius Potter was a shocking addition to the Potter family. Harry and I were so young when we had him. I was 21 and he was 22. We'd only been married for 11 months. Although it was surprising to find out that I was pregnant, Harry and I were excited for the new arrival. Both Harry and I had those moments when we would fear the responsibility of parenthood, but this is why we are a team. I have Harry and he has me.

I remember the night when I got pregnant. I was on 'the pill', but my antibiotics for an ear infection counteracted it, so we found out after my visit to St. Mungo's.

I'd went to St. Mungo's and got ear drops and two days worth of antibiotics for my ear infection. That night Harry and I were going down the Bill and Fleur's house for Christmas. The whole family was invited to their shore house for two nights.

So my first day on antibiotics (Christmas Eve) wasn't the night I got pregnant, because there was so much traffic, I fell asleep in the car and Harry carried me inside. But the next night was the night that James Sirius Potter was conceived.

I woke up when I heard the rustle of people through the walls, as I did so often at the Burrow. Turning over, I noticed that Harry was already up, and sitting up I discovered him rummaging through his suitcase.

"Good morning," I mumbled, rubbing my eyes which stung.

"Good morning," Harry walked over to the bed and sat down. He pulled me into his arms and kissed the top of my head. "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas," I replied. Of course I knew it was Christmas, but I'd forgotten about it for the 10 seconds I'd been awake.

"I put your cosmetic bag and towels in the bathroom," Harry replied as I opened my own suitcase, in search of shampoo and my toothbrush.

"Thanks," I looked up from the mess in my suitcase and my knees cracked as I walked into the bathroom connected to our room.

After a quick, hot shower, I reached for my towels. As I lifted the first towel to my body, something hit the white tiled floor.

I wrapped the towel around my body and picked up the black box. Smiling to myself I lifted the velvet box to find a solid gold bangle with silver weave patterns on the front. I squeezed the two levers and the bracelet opened.

I love you Lilly. Love, James was etched into the inside of the bracelet. Without wrapping up my soaked hair (wet hair on my neck was my pet peeve), I left the bathroom to find Harry putting clothes into the closet.

He turned when he heard my open the door. Wearing nothing but a bracelet, towel and a smile, I threw my wet arms around him.

"Harry, thank you," I mumbled into his chest.

"You're welcome," He replied.

"It's beautiful," I commented, pulling away to admire the bracelet.

"My dad gave it to my mom on her birthday when they were engaged," Harry explained. I felt a choke building in my throat as Harry looked into my eyes. It was heartbreaking when he talked about his parents, such a sweet boy who never deserved to lose them.

"Harry I love you," I hugged him as my eyes began to tear.

"I love you too Ginny, and I know my parents would've," He reassured me.

I gently sobbed onto his shoulder. If I could give him anything for Christmas, it would be his parents, something I will never be able to give him. Harry held me and gently rubbed my back. How could the Dursley's neglect him?

"Ginny," Harry started softly.

"Harry I hate what the Dursley's did to you. I hate what Voldemort did to you," I mumbled in his shoulder, trying to absorb my tears.

Harry was the only person I would cry in front of.

"It's all over, I have you now," He said.

I picked up my head from his slightly damp sleeve, taking in his messy hair, glasses, green eyes and unbuttoned plaid shirt. Then I kissed him on the lips, releasing my love towards him, gratitude towards the bracelet and anger towards anyone who had ever harmed him.

A chain reaction began quickly. I gripped his black, tousled hair. Then he pushed his tongue into my mouth, causing me to push my body into his as I moaned.

Eventually I pushed his shirt onto the floor and he quickly threw my towel onto the soft, brown carpeting. We stood there for a few minutes until we heard Fleur call from the hallway," Breakfast in five minutes."