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The sun crept over the sill of the window, warming my face. I give a little sigh, and lay my head down on the desk, exhausted. That's why you should never procrastinate, I think tiredly. Or maybe I should try not to be such an insomniac. I guess that's maybe what having kids equals though. A hell of a lot of headaches, and having to work into the early hours of the night to get a little bit of work done.

Merlin, I think I need either caffeine or sugar. Maybe chocolate would do... Focus, self, focus! When you stay up till ten, sleep until 2 and then get up to do some of your work in the hours when your children aren't constantly arguing, you get a little exhausted. Ah well, I'm pretty sure that since I kept them up late that they'll be sleeping in until at least ten. I sneak a glance at the clock, and realize that it's only about nine.

I'm not sure that I can totally express how exhausted I am. It's like, there's a totally different world than the one I am currently floating almost blissfully in, and I'm not quite sure that I could bring myself to even acknowledge the existence of said other world.

Maybe today was just my punishment for having the stupidity to have three kids. I'm still trying to convince my mother to give me some survival tips. She just chuckles, and says that most of her lessons are things that basically have to be learned. Bull. There were some days where the kids were literally insane, and I have more than once been afraid that I'd have to persuade Harry to send them to an asylum. Maybe boot camp. I can totally see James just push-upping all his attitude away. Ah, the joy.

Or, you know, maybe the problem is really me. I can be in a bit of a er... grumpy mood occasionally. Usually if Harry's not home. Of course, life becomes more than slightly unbearable even if he is home sometimes. Why, I'm not sure, probably because of those kids. Actually, it was more directly connected to if Harry had to go on missions or anything that day. His favourite time, going off and saving the world like in those Muggle movies. Not appreciated there, buddy. That was when it all went to hell.

Harry sure went in to work early today. I think about the potential excuses he may have. Were there giants rampaging down the West End? Dragons in London? Nundus in Surrey? With Aurors these days, it was pretty damn difficult to know. For all I know, he may be lying in some bed in St. Mungos.

Bloody hell.

Way to go, Ginevra. Thinking myself into a panic-induced frenzy yet again seems to be becoming a talent of mine. Whenever he's on duty though, worrying about him just becomes my second nature. Quidditch games were my payback for it, and now with the kids that's out of the question. Well, I'll get him back for this someday.

I sigh as I think of what I've got to do today. At least all the work duties are done already. Thank Merlin for that. Probably the kids will want to do something all artsy today, just when I'm least in the mood for it. Of course, yesterday when I was all for finger painting they wanted to fly and made me teach them some of my plays. Damn kids.

Lately the world seems to be involved in some kind of conspiracy against me. Work papers getting lost, kids being stubborn, constantly absent husbands, what will this never-ending chain lead to next? I quickly rap on my wooden desk, because I have noticed that the world also has this big dislike for rhetorical questions. I mean, what did they ever do to you? I am definitely going to pray that all my rhetorical questions don't lead to pain. Hopefully nothing more happens other than me being an always annoyed mother and wife.

The birds began to sing in the early morning glory and I glared out the window at them. Merlin, am I in a bad mood. Stupid birds. They have no right to be singing so bloody early! I blink tiredly. Wow, I sound like Snape. I stand up and stagger to the window and fling it open. Why not? It's not like things can get much worse than they already are.

The gravel of our driveway crunches as a vehicle drives up. I crane my neck out to try to see who's there. The only one I can think of is Harry, and he usually floos to work. I hear the door open, and I shut the window furiously. I pull the curtains shut and turn off the light. He better be ready for his punishment now.

I heard him rustle around in the entrance way, almost as if he was biding his time. I heard him curse as he once again knocked over the empty watering can on the table. He seemed to reset it on the table, and then he walked down the hallway. He hesitated outside the door of my workroom, and I sat up in anticipation. Gleefully, I rubbed my hands together. Nothing was more fun than yelling at Harry when I'm in a bad mood.

The door creaked open, and I was on my feet instantly. I sucked in a huge breath, ready to let loose. Suddenly I saw the look on his face. It looked like someone had died, and my heart stopped.

"What happened?" My voice was a cross between a moan and a squeak if that's possible.

If it wasn't so serious, I would have asked for clarification of this thought.

"Ginny," he whispered, voice cracking. "I don't know how to tell you this." Oh Merlin, this is so bad.

"Tell me," I half-choked out. I wanted to get this moment of punishment from divine intervention over with as soon as I could.

"Don't shoot the messenger, Ginny. I'm so sorry." He looked at me, and I flashed back to when I found out that Fred, Tonks, and Remus were dead. Oh Merlin. I shot him the worst glare I could manage, seeing as I was near tears.

Suddenly, I realized what it could be.

Hell and damnation. Not again!

I looked at him and knew that the horror and fear on his face was now reflected back at him on mine.

"No!" I moaned. "It's too soon for this!"

Dear Merlin, if he's known about this or was in on the whole thing, I swear I will bloody kill him! He looked at me, and we both knew what he was going to say next. I wanted to say no, that I knew and he didn't need to say anything. Yet, I needed to have it vocalized first so I could begin to accept it. Yeah, right. I am never going to accept it and I'm just holding out false hope that I could ever begin to overcome this little problem.

"The Weasley family party is today."

Bloody hell. I was right.

Author's Note:

My first attempt to write. Like it or not?