Chapter 2

Harry didn't have to go to work that day and Ginny was thankful. Neither of them was in the mood for the others "healing method" so they pretty much relaxed all day but something was nagging on the back of Ginny's mind. 'I'm four weeks late. Yup four weeks today, it's our four week anniversary also.' Then she put the facts together 'I'm late, vomiting and get angry for no reason when Harry's at work..…no, No I can't be. What about The Harpies? What would Harry think?It has to be the stomach flu poor Teddy had …right before the wedding right?'

Ginny's face was contorted in deep thought. Harry took note of this and became worried.

"Do you think it's just a stomach bug like the one Teddy had, luv?luv? Ginny?"

'Huh what-yes I do 'or at least I hope' Harry? We haven't discussed this together, but do you want children?" as she said this she realized that if she was pregnant she did want to give Harry his child. But what if he didn't want a child and he left her?

The question caught harry by surprise. In his twenty-two years he hadn't really thought about having children. Voldemort kept him from even thinking of getting married. He did want children though.

"I-wha-he-who?" stuttered Harry.

'Oh God, he doesn't want children. What am I going to do if I am, and he leaves me?' few tears started to form in her eyes and ran down her cheek.

"Whats the matter Ginny? You aren't feeling sick again are you?" he asked with his face grimacing.

"No, not sick per say."

"I'm not following you."

"Harry If I told you I was pregnant sometime in the future what would your reaction be?"

"I'd say…thats wonderful and smile then maybe spin you around and kiss your nose."

Ginny relaxed and Harry saw her.

"Is that it luv?"

"I'm just thankful. I wanted to know what your reaction would be. Now I don't have to worry. Harry…I th-think I mi-might be pregnant."

What is it with that statement that makes a man's mind go blank? Ginny didn't to hear what he said because he didn't say anything at all. She didn't get spun around or kissed on the nose. No, she didn't get any of the things Harry said he would do because when she finished saying that one sentence that makes a man's brain go to mush, Harry fainted.

"Harry?"

Harry's eyes opened to see his wife's pale face with golden freckles and her cascading red hair looking at him with fear in her eyes. She had a soft stream of tears going down her face. She looked so helpless and scared

.

"Harry?" she asked again.

"I'm ok. I just need some air." he took several chest filling breaths.

"Ginny, how could you be pregnant? We didn't even try because of my new auror career and your quidditch career just took off."

"Well let me explain. After a man and a woman get married they-"

"Gin.!" he laughed, and Ginny laughed too. He looked deep into her chocolate brown eyes and realized that there was still worry in her eyes. The same eyes that he fell in love with eight years ago.

"Gin?Are you ok? I mean really ok?"

"Harry, you fainted when I told you I might be…." she couldn't finish her sentence out of fear.

"Pregnant?" Harry finished for her.

"Yeah. That." Ginny said with predominant nerves in her voice.

"I'm sorry. I was excited-and-nervous-and-scared." he said softly and quickly.

"Say that last part slower and louder." Ginny instructed.

"I said that I was scared all right." Ginny laughed at him.

"You, the-boy-who-lived, vanquisher of the darkest wizard in history, the-man-

who-survived is scared?"

Harry snorted in disgust at all the names he'd been called.

Ginny laughed, "You lied about your reaction." she said seriously, her volume dropping to just above a whisper.

"Did I really?"

"Yes, yes you did."

"Then I should fix that."

Harry hugged her, "That's wonderful," then he spun her around and kissed her on the nose.

"Thank goodness. So you aren't mad?" asked Ginny.

"How could I be mad? It's my child you have. Wait… it's mine right?" Harry asked fear creeping into his lowered tone.

"Well first off, I don't know even if I'm pregnant. Second if I was of course it would be yours you git. You are the only one I would let do this to me." Harry smiled and put his forehead onto hers.

"Gin. You don't know how happy I am. I never had a true family growing up. You are giving me what I've wanted for the past twenty years." Ginny stopped him talking with a long kiss square on the lips. The kiss was filled with relief and love and exhilaration. After several minuets of snogging to their heart's content Ginny needed to breath. Much to Harry's disappointment he pulled away too.

"Well. That was fun." claimed Harry and Ginny laughed.

"I want to know for sure if I do have a little person in me. I don't want to go to St. Mungo's though, too much press. They'll want to know why I'm not at the opening." Ginny exclaimed.

"You're right. Why don't you go and ask your moth-"

"NO! If I go and ask her then I will never hear the end of it."

"How about Hermione? She probably knows a spell or something."

"Harry that is genius idea. Probably the best one yet." Ginny joked.

"Hey! I thought trying to get the horcruxes was a good idea. I thought killing

Voldemort was an even better idea. I thought asking to marry you was the best idea yet."

"Well I guess that was an ok idea." she said playing along. Then she remembered what Harry said just a few moments before.

"Harry, what do you mean you are scared?"

Harry silently cursed to himself. He looked down towards his feet and grabbed her hand. He started to walk towards one of the many living rooms Potter Manor healed. Potter Manor has different themes for different rooms. The particular living room Harry was leading Ginny was a Gryffindor theme. Griffindor red and gold could be seen everywhere in the room. It was a cozy room with a gold couch big enough to fit four Dudlys. A red love seat was under the window with golden drapes cascading the sides until they reached the floor. A fireplace that could be used for warmth or flooing was also there. Pictures of friends and family members were planted all over the red walls. Pictures of young Harry Ron and Hermione during their first year, Pictures of the D.A . Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were smiling and waving to Harry and Ginny. Harry and Ginny's wedding pictures were on the wall. Pictures of all the Weasley brothers their wives and Fred were on the wall also. Harry and Ron were in a picture in dress robes. Ron looked very uncomfortable in his but Harry stayed looking happy in his green robes. Hermione and Ginny were in another picture in matching canary colored sun dresses talking to each other and laughing about something.

Harry walked over to the couch and sat on it and Ginny climbed onto his lap.

"So tell me why you said you were scared." Ginny said. Harry sighed and took her hands. Ginny started to get nervous because he only acted like this if something was bothering him.

"Ginny do you remember me telling you about the people I grew up with?" Ginny nodded her head yes. She knew that the Durslibiers or whatever they were called mistreated Harry. Harry practically refused to talk about what they would do though.

"I told you how they would give me Dudly's old clothes instead of buying me new ones. I left things out though," Ginny knew he was always leaving things out about his childhood, but prompted him on.

"The great Harry Potter you would see at school was forced to sleep in a closet underneath stairs for ten years." Ginny gasped, but got the feeling there was more. Harry continued.

"When I was old enough to see over the stove they forced me to cook their food and if i burnt it I would get beat." Harry shuddered as he had a flashback of the first time he burnt the food and proceeded to tell her about the memory.

Eight year old Harry Potter had only been cooking food for the Dursleys for just over half a year. It was time for lunch near the beginning of summer and they wanted fried ham sandwiches with mashed potatoes, green-beans, english ketchup and biscuits for their tea he also had to make.

"Listen hear boy, If you burn our food you will stay in the closet without any meals from now until next January boy." said a purple faced Vernon Dursley.

"Yes Uncle Vernon." replied Harry.

Harry turned on the stove and took out two pots and a large pan. The pots were for the green-beans and mashed potatoes that he retrieves from the garden and washed just a few moments before Mr. Dursley cautioned him. He went to the ice box and pulled out the ham he was going to use. He coated the pan with butter and laid a few pieces of ham on it. The sound of the ham sizzling as it was laid down made Harry want to eat some of it very badly, but he knew that if

he stole food from the Dursleys again he was going to get beaten again. He had been beaten by the Dursleys many times before and he knew that if he cried it was only going to last longer and be worse the next time. Harry used a spatula to help speed the process of frying the ham up. He let it set there for a moment to go fill up one of the pots with water to put the green-beans in. He didn't know it would take that long to fill up the pot. It was too late by the time Harry smelled the burnt ham Dudly had smelled it and run to complain to Aunt Petunia that Harry was trying to burn the food. Harry tried to quickly switch out the burnt pieces with knew pieces but Vernon was all ready there.

"He grabbed the pan with the ham in it and…..and swung it like a club at my head. I fell to the floor. My head hurt so much. I put my hand to the side of my head then removed it. Ginny, there was blood all over my hand from my head. He dropped the pan and took off his belt and started to whip me, over and over. Red welts were still there the next day. I started to cry but he told me to 'shut up you worthless shit-bag' and proceeded to hit me." Ginny was already tearing in her eyes, she knew there was more.

"Dudley was horrible to me. Everyday he would punch me or kick me or harass me in any way possible. He called me his punching bag. I would get bruises, even bone fractures from him hitting me. No one cared though. I was twelve when I finally got a real room. I still wasn't safe in there. One day my uncle came home really late on night just before my second year really really drunk. He, he came up the stairs and forced my door open. pulled me out of bed by the neck. He drug me down the stairs and into the kitchen. He started to kick me while I was on the floor. He kept kicking me until I begged him to stop. He….He went over to the silverware was, and he pulled out a carving knife. I was still on the ground and was bleeding some. He-He walked over and made a slit on my arm. It hurt so badly, I couldn't cry though or he would have made another slit. Then he picked me up and pushed me against the wall so i was facing the wall. He pulled off my shirt, and with the knife He carved the word 'freak' onto my back. When he was done there was blood everywhere and he told me to clean it up like I was a toddler that had to clean up toys that were left around." Harry and Ginny were now both in tears.

"Thats why I'm scared. I don't want to do what the closest thing I had to a father besides Dumbledore and Sirius do to your child. I don't want to hurt it like I was hurt. I most certainly do not want him or her to be left alone if something happens to us." Ginny was now quietly sobbing on Harry's shoulder. He put his arms around her and she just healed him until they both stopped crying.

"Harry It's a miracle that you didn't turn out like Voldemort himself after the hell they put you through. You had every right to but you didn't and thats what makes you such a great man. Thats why you wouldn't do any of that horrible stuff to OUR child. You are going to be a great father and you have nothing to worry about. I-we both love you." Ginny exclaimed and guided harry's hand to her abdomen, and Harry smiled.

"Thank you Ginny. It's just…never-mind it's stupid."

"Harry James Potter, you tell me what it is or you can sleep on this couch from

now until the day the baby is born!"

"Fine, fine, fine, what if it doesn't like me?"

"Oh my goodness Potter what pat of 'We love you' don't you understand?"

"How can you be so sure? I wouldn't be surprised if he or she didn't like me."

"Call it a mothers instinct. Harry I know that our baby will love you and it would be a surprise if he or she didn't. Everybody loves you with the exception of Malfoy, but come on who in Gryffindor house did like him back?"

"Thank you Gin. You know i knew it was you when I saved you in the Chamber of Secrets. I just didn't really know it then. When I think back on it i know I had more then just a friendly relationship feeling with you."

"Oh Harry will you just shut up." and Ginny kissed him.