It was a calm summers' day one afternoon in Godric's Hollow. Godric's Hollow was a beautiful neighborhood with beautiful, old-fashioned houses. In one particular house, one that only a certain few could see, lived the Potter family. Here lived a lovely red-headed wife and her raven-haired husband. Now, these may not be the same Potters you might be thinking of. Oh no. These Potters were living in a happier time, but there had always been plenty of love shared in this household.
"Want some treacle tart before supper, Teddy?" asked Ginny Weasley-Sorry- Ginny Potter from the kitchen.
"No thanks Auntie Ginny," hollered seven-year old Teddy Lupin from the living room. Teddy was too busy trying to beat his Godfather at a game of Wizard's Chess.
"Need any help in there Gin?" Harry asked as surveyed the chess board in pretend concentration. He was letting young Teddy win, but Teddy didn't need to know that.
"I'm fine Harry," answered Ginny in an exasperated tone as she rolled her eyes. She whipped her wand and the vegetables for supper began cutting themselves. Ginny sat slowly at the kitchen, deciding on a break. Harry didn't allow her to be on her feet for too long. This was one of his ridiculous rules she didn't mind too much.
Ginny smiled absent-mindedly as she patted her round belly. Ever since they had found out Ginny was expecting (and she's been expecting for 8 ½ months now) Harry had been very particular on how Ginny took care of herself. He had the habit of coming home from work as early as possible and waited until the last minute to leave in the morning. He had even considered stopping work for a while.
Ginny had to point out to him that if he stopped working as Second in Command at the Auror Department they wouldn't have enough money to take care of a baby anyway. She had already quit her job as famed chaser for the Holyhead Harpies six months ago and thought it best that at least one of them kept working.
But Ginny had to admit to herself that she did miss her job once in a while. She barely ever went anywhere since Harry kept worrying that something would happen to her if she left the safety at home. Like a troll would just stumble into Godric's Hollow and step on her. What were the odds of that?
Flying a broom was out of the question as well. She had exceeded her usual weight by quite a bit since getting pregnant and she feared for the safety of her Infinity 280. Besides, when you have to go to the bathroom every two minutes a broom ride becomes more of a bother than anything.
But Ginny had to admit, there were some great benefits to the whole baby thing. For example, the unquenchable thirst of the entire female population around her to give her things. Books from Hermione; perfume from Fleur; work outs with Audrey; shopping trips with Angelina; endless advice from Mum and potions Luna concocted which involved the body parts of strange, un- known creatures. They were meant to help morning sickness or something but were said to have a few side effects. Ginny would never know what these effects were since she never drank any of the potions, much to Hermione and Harry's relief.
The sound of popping bubbles from the boiling pot of water on the stove awoke Ginny from her thoughts of how the last eight months had been. Bracing the table, the expecting woman stood up with a frustrated sigh. When getting up was becoming more strenuous than an Olympic sport you knew it was getting old.
Just as Ginny was about to drop the sliced vegetables into the pot, she felt a strange feeling in between her legs then heard the 'splash' of water hitting the ground. This water sure as heck wasn't coming from the pot.
"Oh," was the first thing that came into Ginny's mind and out of her lips. Then came more useful words such as 'water breaking' and 'baby' then 'Tell Harry'. That last one made her groan. She had a feeling he was not going to take with calm maturity and finesse.
"You okay there Ginny?" called a concerned Harry from the living room, probably having heard the splashing water.
"Well now that you mention it..."
