From Birth: James Sirius Potter
A/N: this is a Harry/Ginny pairings fic from that tells the pregnancy of James from Ginnys point of view. I hope people review and actually read this fanfiction, because nobodys really bothered to check out a "quirky" Lumbledorna (Luna/Dumbledore) fiction. With a romance and a bit of comedy! This is set in the year of 2005, making it 2013 when James is in second year at Hogwarts. Harry and Ginny are living in a flat, bt I have something else in mind for later! ;)
Disclaimer: Not mine, J. owns, but I own the plot and the plot bunnies escaped whislt I was camping in Silloth, a really great place near Scotland, and if anyone can give me a reason why I can't, please don't be afraid to review or PM me :) I don't bite, honest!
After resisting the sudden urge to puke, I was stood on the decking of Shell Cottage, my long, fiery hair whipping my face in the sharp breeze, and sighed. I pulled my jacket closer and my hand rested on the small bulge of my stomach. I am Pregnant.
This had been happening for a while-the puking-and I was getting worried, I hadn't caught a bug, because I was eating big time, and it wasn't what I was eating, because pickles and toffee ice cream with jam's perfectly normal, right? well anyway, I decided to floo , buuut I chickened out, so I flooed my sister-in-law-to-be Hermione ( I know right! nice one Ronnikins!) and told her everything from the puking to the ice cream scenario. She sounded normal and said she'd be five minutes. So I went into the kitchen and grabbed a chocolate frog from the draw and a jar of peanut butter from the fridge and plonked down on the sofa. Just as I stupified the frog ( a trick that I taught Fred and George thank you very much!) and dipped its head in the peanut butter, there was a knock on the door. "Hermione?" I shouted, not bothering to get up. " yeah Gin?" came the reply. "it's open" I said, falling back with a small thud. Hermione walked in with a plastic bag. "Hey 'Mione" I said, munching my frog. "Hi, I got you this" she said, pulling out a box."it's a wizard pregnancy test, it's tells you if your pregnant, how far you are, the gender, although thats not so accurate, and roughly, your due date." she finished with a smile. " what do I do with it?" I asked "you pee on it" she said darkly. My mouth hung open "eww! gross!" I squirmed at the though, and then added " how?" Hermione snorted, and laughed so hard she fell down on the sofa. "what!" I cried. "hooow..hooww…dooo…yooou…. peee"she wheezed. I just sat and gave her the death glare, and she instantly stopped laughing. "Sorry Ginny" she said. " You should be" I growled. " Oh Gin, calm down". She soothed, flashing her super shiny pearly whites at me, and I just couldn't help but smile. "fine" I giggled. We trudged into the bathroom. Hermione sat me down the edge of the bath and she held the box towards me and a gave me a stern look. I sighed and looked at her with puppy eyes. her stern lokk faded for a smile ut she didn't budge. "Ginerva Molly Weasley" she said crossly. Ah hell, I forgot about that part. Me and Harry wasn't married and my family had a pretty strict rule about having a children before marrige. But still, I couldn't help but laugh. She sounded so much like my would my mum say? "Gin." she said softley when my laughter became sobs and tears began to stream down my face. "lets get this over with." I nodded and did what I had to do. Twenty minutes later of Hermiones pacing and my silence, it was ready. "Do you want me to look or do you want to?" she asked quietly. "I will" I breathed and picked p the test. There was a blue plus,I was 8 weeks along and the predicted due date of 5 August 2005. "It's a boy!" Hermione squealed. I sat there, shell-shocked. I have a tiny boy made of me and Harrys love inside me, and he's due 6 days before my birthday and 6 days after Harrys. Suddenly, we heard the faint pop of apparation coming from the kitchen of the flat. He's here! I shot up and ran out the bathroom, and falling into Harrys strong arms. " Hi love, how are you?" He smiled. " Pregnant!" I blurted out, and slapped my hands to my nouth. Oops. That was a clever move-not. "Really?" Harrys eyes shone with excitment. I nodded. " I'm gonna be a daddy." he whispered I nodded again, tears forming in my eyes. Harry swooped me down to kiss me. We broke apart toHermiones cough. "Congratulations Daddy" she smiled, and me and Harry both pulled her into a gigantic bear hug. "Thanks Hermy." He said, then turned to me. "So, what do you know? How far along are you? Is it a boy or a girl? How long haave you know? Whens it due?" He exclaimed in a rush. "Calm down, honey." I giggled. "I'm 8 weeks, which explains why my stomach looks a bit bloated, it's a boy and he's due 5 august-" Harrys smile shone as he cut me off. "6 weeks after me, 6 weeks before you" He finished. " Exactly." Hermione said curtly. "Thats great!" Harry said, his cheeks flushed.