I woke up to find my lovely husband, Harry, right next to me. He had his arms around me, I don't know what it is, but whenever he does this, it makes me feel safe. He had been late in last night because of a quick call into the office at the Ministry of Magic. I checked the clock, it was officially 9 o'clock, and I reluctantly got up to go for a shower. I turned the water on, I waited a moment for the water to warm up because it was cold at first, and then I stepped in. When I returned from my nice and warm shower I really was not surprised to see our bed empty. As quickly as I could I used a drying charm to dry my horrible red hair and then I tip toed down the stairs to find Harry.

When I entered the kitchen, apparently my face lit up like a little girl's at Christmas. I saw that Harry was making my absolute favorite, a full English breakfast.

"Morning" I said as she approached Harry.

"Morning love. How was the shower?" Harry asked me.

"Very well thank you." I said as I approached Harry with a kiss.

"Did I ever tell you how much I love you?" He said as he went to check on the bacon.

"Maybe once or twice, not a lot" I said teasingly.

"Ha-ha."

"Okay well, I'm going to go get dressed. Are you going up to take a shower, or are you going to wait until after breakfast?"

"By the time you're dressed, it'll probably be ready, so I will have one after breakfast."

"Okay" I said as I happily skipped up the stairs to our bedroom.

As I strolled along the landing to get to our bedroom I thought to myself 'what did I ever do to deserve such a wonderful family?' I pulled out a short pencil skirt along with a dark purple strapless T-shirt. I then travelled over to another drawer and got some black tights, a bra, and some knickers out of it. As quickly as I could have, I got them on and went back down the stairs to have breakfast.

"IT'S READY" Harry called not realizing I had come down to the kitchen already. He seriously shouted, I had to cover my ears.

"No need to shout" I said sarcastically.

"Oh didn't see you come down love"

I made a quick laugh and then I quickly sat down at the table. "Oh, I'm starving" I said as I watched Harry bring in the food. Once he had set it down, we both tucked strait in to it. I took a bite of the egg, but then I made a face. I didn't know what it was; I had to think for a bit because it didn't taste right. I could tell by the look on Harry's face that he thought he had done something wrong.

"What?" Harry asked as if he had cooked the food wrong.

"Nothing, it just needs a bit of vinegar, and maybe," I said as I held up my index finger as I thought of what else it needed "some mustard," I then confirmed.

"Alright…" Harry said to me, with a look of confusion. He then got up to get the condiments from the fridge.

"Harry" I called, realizing that it needed something else.

"Yes?"

"While you're at it, bring in some pickles."

Harry didn't question me, which would have made me annoyed, I just wanted him to get off of his bum and get me what I asked for. I don't know what it was but lately it has seemed that I get annoyed over a lot of little things that wouldn't usually bother me. He simply got out the requested ingredients and set them beside me, I gave him a grateful smile.

Once we had eaten up all of our food, including seconds, Harry went upstairs for a shower and to get dressed. I stayed downstairs and set the dishes in the dishwasher, just to be unusually helpful. I actually preferred this method of washing the dishes because it was a lot easier than having to get out my wand, then I would have to perform magic and putting it all away again. Come to think of it I have been feeling rather tired lately.

"Harry!" I called once I had wiped the surface of the table.

"Yes, just got out of the shower one second."

"Okay!"

So I waited, and waited, and waited, until he finally came downstairs.

"What took you so long?" I asked him, after what seemed like forever he answered.

"Gin?"

"Yes?"

"I was only up there for 5 more minutes… What is up Gin? Do you want to tell me something, you have just seemed to be a bit zoned out lately? Or are you doing this on purpose?" Harry asked me, it was a lot to squeeze into my zoned out brain, so I just stared at him. "Gin, Ginny…" He asked again, staring into my eyes, I became paralyzed, I couldn't move. "Ginny! GINNY?" He was starting to panic now. "GINEVERA POTTER, YOU LISTEN TO ME." Now all I could do was look, with a blank expression on my face, I looked into his eyes. My mouth opened to say something, but I closed it scared I would say something wrong.

The fact was I knew something, which no one else knew. Well maybe some really clever lie detecting people could work it out but, anyway back to the main thing.

"Harry…" I said quietly.

"Ginny, what's that matter love?"

"Harry, I… I'm…"

"What are you Ginny?"

I cleared my thought "Harry"; I said confidently, "Harry, I am pregnant."

At this, the news actually hit me. I had found out earlier that day that I was 16 weeks along, I didn't even suspect anything. I thought I could have been ages ago when I had all of that morning sickness, but it soon went away. Anyway, as the news hit me. I blacked out.

"Hello?" I called into the big empty space ahead. "Hello? Is anybody here?" I called again. At this one girl, no woman, stepped out.

"Hello dear" she said to me.

"Hello? Who are you? Where am I? Where are we?"

"Hello, I am Lily Potter, and we are in purgatory." Lily told me.

Lily Potter, she was Lily Potter, Harry's mother, how was I speaking to her, seriously, she died ages ago.

"Excuse me, I don't mean to be rude, but how did I get here? Did I die, no I can't have died, help me" I pleaded.

"Oh Ginevera…"

"Call me Ginny, I insist"

"Okay, Ginny, you are far from death, you just blacked out when you told my son that wonderful news of yours. Of which all the dead had put bets on, I am sad to say I thought you truly were not going to be expecting."

"How did you know?" I asked baffled.

"Oh, Ginny, the dead know everything, we see everything, and we even hear everything, so…" Lily said raising an eyebrow.

"You didn't see that?" I asked discussed by the thought of all the dead watching harry and myself conceiving.

"Oh, I tried to hold bad James, but all he could say was 'That's my boy'!" she said smirking.

"Right, but why am I speaking to you? Why?"

"Well, Ginny, you are speaking to me because I hold a very important message, you have to give this specifically to Harry, it is down to Harry who he will tell, but this must go to Harry." She told me, now serious.

"I promise I will tell Harry."

"Okay, do not freak out." I nodded "Once this baby is born… We, as in James, Sirius and I will come back." She told me, "Okay, I know what you're thinking, 'don't listen to her, you're probably just dreaming'" To be honest that was exactly what I was thinking. "But you have to believe me. I don't know how you will, but you must and we will come back."

Just then I came to reality, the rest of the day went slowly, but I went to bed early. I was going to tell Harry but I was just trying to figure out what to say. He had told me how much I scared him, and how long I was out for, and all important information. He eventually gained some more color in his face. We both then settled down for the night after a wonderful dinner cooked by my wonderful Husband.