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Chapter 1--Letters

Hermione's Point Of View:

"I needed to talk to someone…and I couldn't tell anyone else…I can't tell anyone else," Ginny said in an almost whisper. She had sent me an urgent letter with Ron's owl, Pigwigeon and I had come as soon as I could, pretending to be mostly visiting Ron but at the same time I needed to figure out what was going on with her.

"What's wrong Ginny?" I questioned, her nervousness beginning to make my worries double.

Harry and Ginny hadn't been seeing each other for a long time now, Harry keeping his distance from the Weasley's with the exception of Ron or so I thought. I was sleeping in her room for the night, the way it always was at the burrow especially now that Ron and I had been going out.

She walked towards the window, drumming her fingers nervously on the sill and staring out the window. She was trying to keep her face from crying, I could tell, but I couldn't force it out of her, not right away anyway.

"Ginny."

She swallowed her nerves.

"I—I have a…problem," she whispered into the window.

"I can tell, but what's the problem exactly?" I asked trying to sound sincere. She turned around to face me, her head down and her eyes towards her socked feet.

"I haven't—I think—" she paused and looked up at me. "I'm pregnant."

I blinked a few times, had I heard what I thought I heard?

"Are…are you sure?" I questioned as she began to tear up. She nodded a few times before her eyes fell back down on the ground. I could feel the color leave my face, why was I feeling sickly when this was her very large dilemma?

"Do…you know—"

She looked up at me again with the scared eyes, giving me my answer.

"Harry…" I said in a small tone. "But…you two…haven't been together for a long time."

She looked away from me completely and wandered back towards the window.

"That's not entirely true," she almost laughed. My eyes widened, I could feel a sudden sense of being out of the loop, did Ron know about this? I cleared my throat as I tried to regain my composure.

"What exactly is true then?" I questioned as I set myself down on her bed, before feeling strange about doing so.

"It's hard to explain, Mi," she answered and leaned her forehead against the cool window glass.

"It's not that hard," I replied with a small laugh.

"You know what I mean," she said, turning back around to give me a scolding look.

"Do you want to tell me what happened? You don't have to, Gin," I said lightly.

"He—just…needed someone to be close to and to listen to him," Ginny replied, settling next to me on the bed. "And…it turned into more…than that…"

"More than once?" I questioned.

"More than once," she sighed heavily.

"And you just never felt like telling me earlier?" I asked rather hurt but that was beside the point. She let the silence answer for her. "And he didn't because this was supposed to be you and him only, right?"

"I didn't want him to feel like…he had to stay with me…he's got a lot to deal with and I know he just wants to keep me safe," Ginny answered, gripping the edge of the bed tightly.

"And he doesn't know about this yet, does he?" I asked, putting my arm around her shoulder.

"I—don't know how to tell him," she whispered. "I know he doesn't need to think about something like this right now—"

"He will want to know, Gin," I stated. "What're you going to say when he sees you pregnant? That you were with someone else? How is that going to make him feel?"

"Please don't tell him," she begged me suddenly. "Not yet, let me try and figure out a way to…"

"You should tell your mother," I said flatly almost like I was spitting it out. She looked at me, knowing full well that's what she should do, but at the same time it wasn't the best idea. "How long have you known?"

"A week," she answered.

"The least you have to do is tell him, Ginny," I responded. "Soon, very soon."

"What? So I can make him worry over me more?" Ginny said in a frustrated tone, standing back up and pacing around her room.

"So he knows, Ginny," I replied. "He needs to know."

She was quiet again but her pacing still continued.

"Were you two going to meet sometime soon?" I questioned, trying to keep on the subject but at the same time trying to help.

"Tomorrow, if he could," she said lightly. "He's been busy with trying to organize Sirius' place and…dealing with everything else."

"That's no excuse, Gin," I replied. "I won't tell him…but you should if he comes tomorrow."

She didn't nod or shake her head, her forehead beading with nervousness. I could see the questions behind her eyes run across her face, before I grasped her hand.

"Lie down, go to sleep," I ordered like her mother. "Don't think about this anymore."

"That's hard," she stated in a quiet manner, setting herself back onto her bed.

"How about some hot chocolate?" I questioned as I gave her back her bed. "Maybe that'll relax you."

She nodded but I had the feeling that she just wanted to be alone. I stood up and left her to her own thoughts, dimming the lights to darkness.

I found my way down the quiet stairs, walking into the kitchen and finding my way around it.

How was she going to tell Harry about this? I couldn't imagine, no matter how hard I tried, how she was feeling right now. A baby? Harry Potter's baby of all babies?

Her mother would scold her beyond belief, but after the idea was out there she would be nothing but helpful and caring. Mrs. Weasley has to be in charge, but no matter what any of us did, she would never abandon them, or Harry or I for that matter.

Ron will want to kill him, for how long I don't know, but that will fade, or so I hoped…

The hot chocolate was suddenly in front of me, in what felt like no time at all. Should I go upstairs to give this to her or does she just want to be alone and think?

There were heavy footsteps coming down the steps, I turned my head around to see who it was.

Ron came in groggily, rubbing his eyes and yawning loudly.

"What're you doing still up Mi?" Ron questioned. "Everyone went to bed an hour ago."

"Making some hot chocolate," I sighed and smiled at him. He wandered towards me on wobbly feet and leaned hard against my body. His arms grasped around my neck and I wrapped my hands around his ribs, putting my head and face into his shoulder.

"You're going to fall asleep on me in you're not careful," I said into his shoulder with a small laugh.

"Who says that's not what I'm tryin' to do?" Ron said with a hint of amusement.

I shook my head in his shirt, pulling to him tighter and lying my temple on his collar bone.

Ron's arms slid down from my shoulders making me move my grasp around him to his chest as his hands and arms finally settled around my shoulder blades.

"What is it?"

"Nothing," I answered, "I'm just worried."

"About what?"

"About Harry," I answered almost as a secret. I felt Ron hold onto me a little tighter.

"Yeh, me too Mi," he said.

"When was the last time you saw him?"" I asked sort of seriously, still feeling the need to be safe in his arms.

"A week or so ago," He answered in a low and quiet tone.

"Maybe I'll send him a letter," I replied lightly, beginning to feel the fatigue flow from him into me. My body leaned harder against him.

"C'mon, you should get to bed," Ron laughed. I looked up to him, blinking slowly.

"Alright," I answered, "But I need to take this to Ginny first."

"Ginny?"

"I never said I was making this for me," I responded with some giggling.

"She's still awake?" he questioned.

"She was having some trouble falling asleep," I replied. "She might've fallen asleep, I don't know how long I've been down here."

We climbed up the stairs, the cocoa mug in my hand as we approached Ginny's room slowly. I made a hand motion for Ron to stay here while I went inside opening the door as quietly as possible. The window was the only source of light in the darkness, but it was clear as she was curled under her covers and her mouth lay half open that she had fallen hopeless to sleep. The cocoa still hot, I walked in and set it next to her bed on a slim wooden stool that served as a night stand and stalked my way back out. As I shut the door a small amount of confusion leave Ginny her own room or should I stay in case she needs to talk again? Ron leaned down and kissed my cheek.

"Goodnight, Mi," he whispered, knowing my dilemma but thinking the reasoning was my own personal ideals and not his sister's well being.

"Night," I bid quietly turning back into the room and crawling into the guest bed.

Three days had passed since then and Ginny had written another letter saying Harry hadn't come to see her but she would try and write him to come and see her in the coming week.

I knew Ginny would feel relieved at the time gap, but soon that time gap would become much longer than just a few days. I dared then to take matters into my own hand and shove Harry there or drag him by his untidy hair.

I wrote a letter to him and sent it through the mail, it would take a day longer but with no owl to my disposal that was the best way to do it. The next afternoon a larger snowy owl was tapping on my window glass. He had gotten it faster than I had thought.

That late afternoon was when I left, having borrowed some floo powder from the Weasleys' just in case anything happened, and transported myself to the strange empty house. Grimmauld Place was clean, but quiet. I didn't hear any footsteps or arguing like I had heard before in its dark halls. The house of Black was still used sometimes for the order but now…the order would only meet every so often, busy with trying to keep their own alive and secret.

"Harry?" I questioned the air, taking in the old smell as I tried to beat the ashes out of my jeans. There were haste footsteps coming towards me, when a very excited Harry came charging into the room.

"Hi, Mione," he greeted happily, he was smiling. He must have been lonely in this big place.

I walked over to him and gave him a tight hug, almost sisterly in its countenance. I looked into his face, even though he was smiling he looked tired, pale slightly.

"Harry when was the last time you ate something?" I questioned with some concern.

"C'mon, Mi," Harry stated, "I'm fine, you wrote me remember?"

"Right," I answered, remembering why I had come, "Let's go sit, this…this might be a little much."

Harry's smiling face disappeared as I made my way into the large chairs in the room. Harry followed slowly, cautiously. He sat as I did, and I played with my hands as I tried to figure out where to begin.

"Where is Kreacher?" I asked.

"He's cleaning in the attic, I told him to be in the farthest possible place from me but stay in the house," Harry responded. Good, I thought, he shouldn't hear any of this.

"Harry," I began, "You should go and see Ginny."

Harry's face looked thoughtful, and at the same time concerned and scared.

"Why?" he questioned.

"Because you care about her," I replied. His eyes darted from mine and he leaned harder in his chair. "Don't shut up to me."

"What's your point, Mione?" Harry asked in an annoyed tone.

"I know even though everyone thinks you two aren't together anymore, you have been," I answered, still trying to catch his eyes. I didn't have to, his head turned rapidly like he was surprised he had been caught. "She needs you, right now Harry."

"She hasn't written to me in a week, Mi," he replied slightly angry, "I was going to see her a few days ago but I thought she didn't want to see me…"

"She needs to see you," I pressed on.

"Why?" Harry questioned urgently. "What's wrong?"

I let my eyes wander from his as my face tried to speak to him but not give it away.

"She's got a problem," I answered, "And she won't pull through it without you."

"Is she hurt?" Harry demanded.

"No," I answered him, "No, she's not hurt."

"What is it, then?" Harry demanded. "Why couldn't she say so herself?"

"She doesn't want to be a bother, Harry," I answered defensively. "She knows that you need space and she doesn't want to invade that. Have some consideration."

"What's the problem, Mi?" Harry demanded again.

"I—can't say, you should ask her yourself," I tried to order.

"She told you, I know she did," Harry said in a low tone, he was beginning to get frustrated with me.

"I promised her I wouldn't say so she could tell you," I replied, trying to remain distant from him.

"But she hasn't, now you can," Harry grumbled. "You know that's why you're here, because she can't seem to tell me."

"I did not!" I yelled at him, not catching him off guard but catching myself instead.

"Tell me, Hermione," He said loudly.

"It's not my place—"

"Hermione, look at me," Harry was once again using my wanting to solve everyone's problems to his advantage. I looked up at him, my mouth tight from anger.

"Tell me what you want to tell me," he said deliberately. He was right, I wanted to tell him, I wanted to tell him four days ago.

"Will you wait to see her if I tell you?" I questioned my barrier falling. Harry nodded once. I breathed in and out slowly, diverting my eyes to my hands.

"Harry," I said lightly, "Ginny—she's pregnant."

Harry's face went chalk. He first took it in shock, then he looked at me like I was joking. I shook my head.

"It's true, Harry," I said a little quieter.

"How could…she not…tell me?" Harry questioned in a quiet tone, I don't know if directly at me or not.

"She thinks you've got too much on your mind as is…without everything else adding to it, Harry," I tried to say affectionately.

"That shouldn't be a factor," Harry grumbled, standing up quickly and beginning to leave. I stood and followed him, calling,

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to see her," he snapped, grabbing his coat and slipping it over his shoulders.

"You said you'd wait—" I stated angrily.

"Yeh, well this can't wait," Harry stated. With that last word he was gone before me with a "pop". I aparrated myself, feeling sickly afterwards but at least I could tail him and stop him if necessary. He charged up towards the Weasley back door in the coming evening, my frenzied footsteps following and grabbing his arm.

"Harry—think about this for ten seconds! You can't just go barging in there! No one else knows!" I half yelled into his ear. But if Harry was anything, he was determined.

He marched up to the back door, my hand still clenched in his arm as he knocked politely. His face suddenly changed, realizing what he was coming here for.

"Who could that be?" I heard Mrs. Weasley question as a flurry of voices came to a halt.

"I'll go and see, Molly, go on, eat your dinner everyone," Mr. Weasley answered. I heard as his heavy steps came forward to the door. I pushed a bright smile on my face and shoved Harry over a little by his shoulder, pretending that this would be a planned surprise from the both of us so Harry could do what he wanted to.

Mr. Weasley opened the top door, looking at us before grinning excitedly.

"Harry! And Hermione!" he yelled out openly, opening the bottom door for us to step into the warm household. Mr. Weasley caught Harry into a large hand-shake as Mrs. Weasley came scurrying over as well.

"Hi, Mr. Weasley," Harry greeted politely as Mrs. Weasley shoved her way in and gave Harry a tight hug. Mr. Weasley half hugged my shoulder in greeting.

"It's nice to see you too, Hermione," he said with a half grin down at me.

"We are sorry to interrupting," I replied as Mrs. Weasley began to try ad straighten Harry's messy hair.

"Oh nonsense, sit down, we were just going to eat dinner," Mrs. Weasley ordered, shooing Harry towards the table and pushing me there as well.

I caught sight of Ginny, her eyes doe-eyed as Harry stepped in and sat beside Ron. Ron greeted him with a hard hit on the shoulder and then beckoned for me to take the open seat on the other side of him. I took it as Ginny's eyes fell towards her plate, Harry staring at her deeply.

Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Weasley sat down as well, just the six of us tonight which felt strange but the quiet was broken with everyone, everyone but Ginny. In between conversations and talking I caught Harry still trying to catch her eyes but they wouldn't rise to see his, she couldn't seem to pull them away from the meal in front of her. She barely ate, more or less picking at her food as the nervousness masked her body so much I could feel it growing in my own stomach.

"Ginny, dear," Mrs. Weasley suddenly said. "You haven't touched your dinner, are you feeling alright?"

"Yes, mum," she replied quietly and before her mother could say anything more she questioned, "May I be excused?"

"Wh-yes dear, go on ahead," Mrs. Weasley answered in a concerned tone. All eyes were on Ginny as she rushed from the dinner table and bolting up the stairs.

Oh this was not a good sign.

Harry almost stood from his seat to chase after her, almost but he thought better of it as we all began to finish dinner.

Harry's Point Of View:

Dinner at the Weasley's would not end after Ginny had left upset. I waited impatiently as time drifted slowly, and as the plates were finally empty I tried to sneak away.

Ron was not about to let that happen.

I was so close to stepping on the first step when I heard Ron say,

"Hey mate. Wanna play some Wizard's chess?"

I swallowed and turned to him with a fake smile as Hermione came up behind him.

"Why don't you and I do dishes?" she said in a questioning manner but it came out as more of an order. Ron grumbled at her but she kissed his cheek and pulled him by his arm away from me. She jerked her head towards the ceiling, telling me to get up there fast before anyone else wished to take me from the real reason I'd come.

Ginny.

I looked around to see Mr. and Mrs. Weasley talking with each other in the living room but jumped up the stairs and towards her room.

I shuffled down the hallway, my feet somehow unable to pick themselves up from the wooden floor. I could hear her sobbing, my heart almost breaking with the noise. Did I upset her? Should I have come? I continued to her door, leaning my forehead against it as her sobs persisted but the door wasn't latched and my forehead pushed it open slowly.

Her legs were on the floor as her head and shoulders leaned over the edge of her mattress. I stepped in, half expecting her to look up from the sound of my footsteps but her shaking shoulders and hidden face didn't turn to greet me.

I shut the door quietly behind me, almost desperate to sit down next to her on the floor and hold her against me, let her cry into my shoulder, but I knew I would be overstepping my boundaries, the ones that I had set.

I ambled closer to her, swallowing my nerves and stretched my hand out. My fingers grasped her shoulder. She jumped as her breath was caught in her chest. Her red hair whipped around as her watery eyes met mine.

"I know, Ginny," I whispered, kneeling down onto the ground in front of her. "I know."

End Chapter 1