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Prologue

Ginny Weasley stirred restlessly as she felt a twinge in her stomach. She rested her petite hand on it. Something that felt like butterflies was coming alive in the vicinity of her gut and she ran instantly to the toilet. Her head swam as a wave of vomit racked through her body and she heaved into the bowl. She felt like someone was eating her stomach from the inside. When the mucus had finally stopped pouring from her pink lips she gasped and turned around, resting her head on the ceramic toilet behind her. Her flame red hair making a shocking contrast to it's spotless white appearance. She was used to this, it had been happening for a long time. She knew what it was but couldn't bring herself to admit it to herself. Even after the test had come out positive. As she sat there her hands still clasped over her middle her mind strayed to the one person she wished never to think of again… the person who had caused this morning sickness… Harry Potter.

Ginny and Harry had been together for two years when it happened. He went off to fight the final battle against Lord Voldemort. Gin had sat for days and days waiting for news and what finally reached her had made her heart burst with such happiness she thought it would kill her. Harry was alive and well and Voldemort was gone for good.

Ginny had waited, and waited, and waited. Always expecting Harry to walk through the door and sweep her up in those strong arms of his. Yet he never did. She saw nothing of him and the Wizarding World knew nothing either. For all they could see Harry Potter had disappeared, leaving a devastated lover to pick up the pieces. Over the months Ginny's sadness turned to anger and resentment. He'd promised he was coming back! How could he have done this to her?! He'd claimed he loved her… yet he left without a word?! It didn't add up in Gin's mind and so she was forced to come up with an explanation for herself; he had never loved her… he had been using her.

So there she sat with her head on a toilet. Nursing his memory in her stomach, a baby growing within her. His baby. It had not been conceived deliberately… far from it. But by the time Gin had found out it was too late to do anything about it. She was having Harry Potter's child and there was no way out of it. She couldn't change it and she couldn't fight it either. That baby had done nothing to her and so even thinking of "getting rid of it" was sickening. The little unborn had not asked to be there, so why should Ginny take it's life? So she would have a child and care for it with all her life… She would be the perfect mother. To make up for it's father… That was her mission and she would never waver from it.

not been conceived deliberately… far from it. But by the time Gin had found out it was too late to do anything about it. She was having Harry Potter's child and there was no way out of it. She couldn't change it and she couldn't fight it either. That baby hadn't done anything to her and so even the thought of "getting rid of it" was sickening. The little unborn had not asked to be there… so why should Ginny take it's life? So she would have a child… And care for it with all her life… She would be the perfect mother… To make up for it's father… That was her mission and she would never waver from it.