Credits to my Beta #TheGoodeRavenclaw.
It's possible that I'll update the next chapter before or in the weekend.


2005.

GINNY.

Ginevra Molly Weasley had always been a strong girl. From a very young age she learned to be strong in front of the constant teasing of her siblings - first for being Mom's girl, then for falling in love with Harry Potter. She was never weak before them, even when tears stung her eyes, she did not let them out.

Then came the Chamber of Secrets, she had never cried so much in her life since she realized her actions, well, Tom's actions. She remembered her third year when Harry announced the return of Voldemort, had cried in anguish - Tom had had a body of his own then, nothing could stop him, unfortunately her father was a very successful example. Her sixth year- it was a complete torture, not even her time with the Death Eaters ruined her. She didn't give them that satisfaction despite all the spells they tried on her.

She had not cried again since Fred's funeral. However, after the first week without her son - now two months later, the only thing Ginevra Molly Potter knew how to do was to mourn the absence of her firstborn son. She was literally losing her sanity.

She did not want to eat, she did not want to sleep, she did not want to do anything. Her family has been trying to support both her and Harry, but unless they were to tell her the whereabouts of her baby, they were not very helpful. How did they want her to eat without knowing if her son did too? Who assured her that her son was receiving care, that a family has him or that her son was even…. alive?

Harry was not good either. Ginny could hear him crying in the shower every night. The entire Aurors Department had gone to Azkaban to interrogate all the Death Eaters that had been captured since the battle at Hogwarts, but apart from rejoicing over Harry's pain, none had information about James. The days continued like this; there was no news about James' location, there were no rescue calls, there were no reports of missing children in the Muggle world ... There was simply nothing.

Ginny squeezed the bars of James's crib tightly as tears stung her eyes again. She could barely stand up, she was paler than usual, her hair had gone opaque without counting the huge circles under her eyes. She was a disaster. She opened her eyes when her fingers, unconsciously, traced her son's initials carved into the crib.

J. S. P.

A cold hand made her start. She had not felt Harry approaching. On the other hand, she had not realized the absence of her son…

" Do not do it." Harry said suddenly.

" Do what?"

" Don't blame yourself, you did not provoke this," Harry tried to comfort his wife. Tentatively he wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her close to his chest, where she took refuge. Harry's chest muffled the sound of Ginny's sobs.

Harry was never good with girls, especially if they were crying- Hermione and Cho were a great example. However, with Ginny it was different; she was his wife, his best friend, the mother of his son, the owner of his heart- with her everything seemed to fit. There was not a single day when he wanted his wife's suffering to end.

" Remember ... do you remember all those times we told you about and over and over again... what do you not blame for everyone's death?"

" yes, I do."

" I feel like a complete hypocrite, now."

" No honey, no," Harry gently took the face of his wife. Her face was very red because of her pallor but she was still the most beautiful woman. "I promised you to find James, Ginny. I will do everything possible and impossible to bring our are into your arms. So have I die"

" Do not! Do not say that!"

" My priority is the welfare of our family, Ginny. Of course I want to see James grow, maybe have more children, Merlin knows how I wanted to have a family. I have escaped death many times, but if I have to choose between my life and James', I think we both know the answer to that."

It goes without saying that their intimate life was stopped since the beginning of this catastrophe, however the kiss they were sharing was the most significant that they have given since then. He have tangled his fingers in his wife's soft hair as she hugged him harder. Oh, how he missed her. On the other side, something came up in his head.

" Wait ... Tomorrow I will go to Hogwarts."

" Why?"

" The portrait of Professor Dumbledore wants to talk to me."

" Do you think it know something that can help us?"

" I do not know ... but, maybe, there's something."

" Good."

" Now Ginny, I need you to eat something more than Molly forces you. You can not continue in that state. I know how hard it is, I'm sure you'll remember all the attempts that Molly made me to eat after Sirius's death. I just ... I just ... I want you to do this for James. Once he returns, he will want all the attention and energy of his mother. "

" You know how to convince a girl, huh? " Ginny said with a slight smile.


1995.

GINNY.

How did she do it?

Is she crazy?

Where did her mother get the strength to have 7 children, when all they do is cry, eat and get in the diaper?

Two weeks.

Two bloody weeks with Jamie, where the only thing he had done besides eating is not sleeping. He did not let her sleep either! Her mother would take care of him most of the time, he was still very small and required a lot of attention. On the other hand, Molly had to take care of preparing the food while verifying that all her brothers would clean the rooms, so she took care of him in the remaining time. Given her attachment to him, Ginny had offered to watch over him during the night despite the teasing of the twins, because come on! How much work would he give? Oh, how naive she had been.

Needless to say, she got a name for the baby. Since one of its initials was a J, she wanted to name it close enough. "Jamie" had been the diminutive of "James" the name with which she had decided that she would call her first son with Harry Potter at age 8. Of course, her brothers knew about this, once she had started calling him "Jamie" in front of the others her brothers had shared a different look. However, none made any comment; either because of the severe look your mother sent them or because of something else.

Hermione, as always, had noticed the movements of her brothers so that night had cornered her in the room where, at last, Jamie was sleeping. Ginny did her best to ignore the girl's questions but that was impossible, considering the fact that she shared the room with her she could not wait for Hermione to leave.

" What do you want, Hermione? I'm exhausted. I preferred to sleep now before Jamie woke up."

" Why the name? It's only a matter of time before he goes back to his family. Why put a name?"

" I was not going to call him 'baby' all the time. "

" So?"

Ginny sighed tiredly. " You're not going to let it go, are you? "

" Nope. "

" A few years ago, after Dad had told me another story about Harry Potter- the real one I guess, I had been thinking about that for a while. Do you see how most parents name their children after them most of the time? Take for example Bill, his real name is William Arthur Weasley- "

" But what does this have to do with the baby?" interrupted Hermione.

" Well ... I was surprised by the courage of Harry's parents who ... had decided that ... when he and I ... Harry and I had a ... son ... we would call him James ... for his father."

" Oh, Ginny, that was very considerate of you. You should tell him," said Hermione smiling.

" What? Who?"

" Harry, of course!"

" Tell him what? Oh Harry, I know you did not have your parents with you because Lord fucking Voldemort decided to visit you, so I decided to name our first child after your father"

" Seriously?" A voice sounded from the doorway.

Of all the people who could have heard her, of course, it had to be Harry Bloody Potter. The boy in question was frozen in the doorway with an unreadable face. Ginny felt her face flush quickly, Hermione looked disapprovingly at Harry as she tried to hide a small smile at the situation. Harry blinked several times before speaking.

" I ... I'm sorry. I did not want to ... listen, I just ... "

" Yes?" Hermione interjected when it became clear that Ginny was not going to speak.

" Mrs. Weasley said ... it was already ... dinner time. I-I have already had dinner, I'll stay with ... with Jamie."

HARRY.

" Oh," was the only thing Ginny said before running out of the room. Harry had to step aside before she could knock him down Hermione's laughter brought him to the present. Harry frowned in her direction; If before he did not understand girls, less now.

" What's going on?"

" It's been a while since you provoked such a reaction in Ginny."

" Yeah, well ... you said she already got over me."

" It was what she said to me."

" Then it was not true? " Harry asked confused.

" No one knows what Ginny feels more than herself, Harry. I'll go to dinner, only Merlin will know if Ron will leave something."

Harry didn't want to think much about Hermione's words, so he closed the door and headed towards Ginny's bed. Well, the baby was asleep despite the previous conversion, at first he didn't want to take care of him because he did not have any experience with babies. Actually, he couldn't remember being near one, given his reputation given by his Uncles, no neighbor wanted his children close to him.

Following Mrs. Weasley's advice, he lay down next to the baby, leaving considerable space between the two. At first he had worried that the baby would wake up when he felt him in bed, but he only stirred a little while moving his mouth like ... as if ... he was sucking something. How strange was Jamie, are all babies like that? Was he like that, too? I hoped not, but looking more closely at Jamie, the gesture was very adorable in him.

Harry smiled as he watched him sleep. His eyes moved slightly, he seemed at peace, without any concern - considering the fact he was lost. After his arrival, the Order had discussed the appearance of Jamie, on the other hand that led them to a dead end.

Professor Dumbledore had said we had to wait until someone notified Jamie's disappearance - in the Muggle world they waited 24 hours after all. Of that conversation two weeks ago, nothing had arisen in any of the 2 worlds, which was very strange and in a certain part, worrisome.

" It is possible that he is an orphan," Remus had said those words after he had returned after his phase a week ago. Harry had felt that he was paralyzed when he had processed those words; Jamie was nobody's son, just like him.

Somehow Jamie had moved towards Harry without his realizing it. Harry froze without knowing what to do, would he wake him up if he moved? The minutes passed, Jamie was still asleep so Harry relaxed. He watched his chest rise and fall constantly, as he continued to move his mouth for a long time, as he moved his fingers across his face at times.

" I will not let ... I will not let you have the same fate as me, Jamie. " Harry whispered softly. " If nobody claims you, I'll make sure you're with a good family, preferably the Weasleys. I'm sure Mrs. Weasley would love you as if you were her own child."

Harry continued whispering to the sleeping baby about what it would be like if the Weasleys adopted him, until his breathing leveled to Jamie's. Soon both boys were sleeping in the girls' room, without worrying about what was happening beneath them.