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It was a foggy, dull Tuesday of 2003, and Ginny Potter was asleep. Her husband, Harry soundly slept beside her. The only thing making noise in their small apartment was the dishwasher, one of the only muggle things Harry and Ginny had in the house. Infact, they slept so quietly that you could have probably heard a pin drop.
The alarm clock rang at six thirty in the morning. Harry reached forward to shut it off, hoping he could manage an extra five minutes of sleep. Sighing, he heaved himself out of bed, and quickly dressed in the adjoining washroom to their bedroom. He quietly walked into the kitchen, and made himself tea and a hard boiled egg. Harry needed to be leaving the house at seven thirty. He only had half an hour to finish a report he had left for the next day. The head of the Auror office didn't like it when he was late. He grabbed his cloak, wand, and briefcase and left for the Ministry of Magic.
Ginny rolled over to the other side of the bed. Feeling that Harry wasn't there, she knew she had slept late. She leapt out of the bed and quickly threw on her Quidditch robes. Gwenog Jones, the captain of the Holyhead Harpies, prefered her team to be at least twenty minutes early so they could discuss the week's schedule.
She apparated to the Quidditch pitch Gwenog had rented. Gwenog was busy telling the rest of the team the schedule. "Sorry, I'm late, Gwenog. My alarm didn't go off!"
"That's all right Potter, don't let it happen again," replied Gwenog.
After about twenty minutes playing, Ginny felt the sudden urge to throw up. She flew to the ground and promptly threw up on the grass. She vanished the vomit, and was preparing to get back on the broom, when Gwenog told her to go home and just take the day off. Ginny didn't like this, but in her heart of hearts, she knew Gwenog was right.
This had not been the first of many odd things happening to Ginny. She slept a lot more, she had missed her period, and she had the weirdest cravings. Yesterday, for breakfast, she had eaten vanilla ice cream with pickles on top. When Ginny got home, she immediately flooed to her brother Ron, and his wife Hermione's home. Ron, like Harry was in the office, but Hermione only went in on certain days. She usually worked from home, as she had taken some time off from being the head of the Department and Control of Magical Creatures, to do some work on Elf Rights. "Hello, Ginny!" called Hermione.
"Hi Hermione! I really need to talk to you!"
Hermione Granger walked into the room. She had a concerned expression on her face, and immediately asked what was wrong.
" I..I think I'm pregnant. I missed my period, I've been throwing up a lot, and I've been having the weirdest food cravings. I'd really love kids, but I don't know how Harry will react!"
"Well, there's only one way to find out," smiled Hermione.
The two witches, one after another, flooed to St. Mungo's, Hermione went up and spoke to the Welcomewitch. She sent them to an exam room on the third floor, telling them Healer Cho Chang would be with them shortly. "Oh damn, I'm stuck with Cho!" whispered Ginny. She and Cho had always had an awkward relationship due to Harry. However, Cho seemed to have buried the hatchet. She was very kind to Ginny and Hermione. "Alright, let's take a look," said Cho. She waved her wand, and a blue bubble appeared over Ginny's stomach. "Congratulations!" said Cho, "you are six weeks pregnant!" Ginny looked down at her stomach. It did look a little bigger. She thought she had just been gaining weight. "Cho?" Ginny asked, "please don't tell anyone. I need to tell Harry first,"
"You got it," said Cho.