Prologue

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the wonderful, magical J.K. Rowling does.

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"Ok," Ginny whispered, holding the pregnancy test in her shaking hands. She picked up the wrapper and quickly scanned the instructions on the back.

She had bought it yesterday at 'Magical Maladies Maternity' by herself after Harpies practice. She had planned to take it as soon as she got back to her and Harry's cottage, but she was a coward. The thought that she could be pregnant made her want to vomit, so instead of taking the test, she stuffed it in her sock drawer and tried to pretend it didn't exist.

But it hung over her head like a cloud. She was… late, and she was never late. In addition to that, she was nauseous all the time. She loved food, yet the smell of breakfast in the morning triggered her gag reflex and she was forced to find something to hold on to as she waited for it to pass. Before 'the sickness,' she could easily eat more than Harry did, but now she could hardly think about bacon without feeling her throat constrict. She was sluggish, constantly tired, and sick.

She had told herself that she was imagining it. Maybe she was getting a stomach bug, she thought. But eight days later, she was still late, nauseated, and exhausted. Not good.

Ginny refused to tell anybody, and Harry was no exception. Sometimes, as she pushed food around her plate, he would cast glances her way, his eyes filled with worry. One morning, he asked her if she okay to go to practice. Two nights ago, he asked her to go to bed since he thought she wasn't getting enough sleep.

Harry was, after all, one of the primary reasons she was taking a pregnancy test. Not for herself, but so she could figure it out before Harry did. Fleur (Bill's wife) and Audrey (Percy's wife) had already had children, and Audrey (George's wife) was pregnant with their first child, so Harry knew the symptoms of pregnancy. It was only a matter of time before he figured out something was up. Then he may make the mistake of telling her mother, which could only end in disaster.

'Ginny why didn't you tell me?! My own daughter may be *gasp* pregnant, and she didn't tell me first?! Oh, Ginny!' Ginny's stomach churned at the thought of that whole ordeal.

So now it was 2:32 in the morning, and she sat on the cold edge of the bathtub, trying to swallow her nerves. According to the instructions on the back of the test, it took three minutes. Three more minutes before the rest of her life was decided.

She had woken up twenty minutes ago and had to rush to the bathroom to vomit. Luckily, Harry was an extremely deep sleeper, so as she silently darted out of bed, the only thing Harry had done was mumble in his sleep.

She trusted Harry. She loved him with her whole heart, and she was positive that he felt the same. She knew all of his secrets and deepest fears, and him all of hers. But, for a reason not even Ginny could understand, she couldn't tell him.

They weren't even married, for Merlin's sake. They were engaged, but they had been pushing back the wedding for nearly a year and a half. It's not like they weren't happy – no, they were overjoyed with their current lifestyle. But neither Harry of Ginny wanted to pick out flowers, cake, dresses, locations, guests, or all the other nonsense that involved planning a wedding.

Besides, he was the chosen one, the boy that lived, the savior of the wizarding world! Their wedding would be the biggest news in the entire wizarding world for weeks. Even their engagement made the front page of the Daily Prophet; she could only imagine what chaos would ensue when they got married.

And if she was pregnant? The news of both a wedding and a baby would probably wreak havoc. She could imagine all the fangirling, blood-sucking journalists fainting in their chairs, and suddenly the entire wizarding world would be sitting on the edge of their seats, anxiously waiting for the "wedding of the century."

And Ginny would be sitting at home, trying to plan the wedding while also trying to prepare for the baby and motherhood.

Just thinking about it made her head spin.

And her career.

Ginny didn't even begin to think about her career! She was a professional quidditch player, for heaven's sake. She ate, drank, and slept quidditch. She couldn't play while she was pregnant. She would have to take a break – not only hurting the team, but also hurting her. Months without practice would make a tremendous difference, and she would not only have to take off time for the pregnancy, but also time to take care of the baby for a couple of months afterward.

It's not like she wouldn't love the baby. Of course she would love the baby – probably more than anything in the world. But being a mother… she wasn't ready for something like that right now.

Glancing back up at the clock, she felt her heart begin to pound in her chest. 2:35. It was done. The test was complete.

She stared at herself in the mirror, willing herself to look down at the test in her hands. But no matter how hard she tried she couldn't do it. She was Ginny Weasley – official badass, fiancée of the chosen one, professional quidditch seeker – yet she couldn't look at a stupid test.

Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes.

"On the count of three," she whispered to herself. "One…" She felt like she was going to throw up again. "Two…" She was seriously either going throw up or pass out. Actually, Ginny wouldn't mind passing out. Not only would it stall time, but it would also help her catch her breath – something that seemed physically impossible to do at the moment.

"Three."

With a second of hesitation, she glanced down at the test. She gripped the counter, trying to stop the world from spinning as she blinked hard.

"Oh," she whispered. "Oh god."

Pregnant. The little screen spelled it out for her. She was pregnant. Great.

She stood up and stumbled to the toilet where she gripped the rim of the bowl and heaved, but nothing came out. Then she fell back onto the ground, sitting on the cold tile of the bathroom floor.

That's when she heard the gentle knock on the door.

"Are you in there, Ginny?" Harry called softly.

Ginny didn't answer. Instead, she stared blankly at the test in her hand, almost as if she didn't hear him. She was going to be a mother.

"Ginny?" said Harry, a bit louder this time. "Is everything alright?"

"Um," she whispered, almost to herself. "Yeah… yeah, I'm fine," she said louder, though her voice sounded distant. She stood up and threw away the pregnancy test.

"Are you sure… you sound…"

"I said I'm fine," Ginny replied quickly.

"I heard you throw up, though. Are you getting sick?" he asked. "Should I make an appointment to go to St. Mungo's?"

"I – um, no, I will be fine. It's – I think it's just a stomach bug. Nothing big," she stammered. She didn't know why she was lying – she just couldn't tell him.

She was pregnant.

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