Haven't seen a Pregnant Ginny fic, so I wanted to do one! Everyone has different opinions as to when the 'time of their life' was. Those great, golden days. This is Mr. and Mrs. Potter trying to live through theirs. Companion to Cupcakes and Sprinkles

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Hey guys, Fleur isn't going to have an accent in this because I'm too lazy. 'Kay? Kay :) Please Review!

May 19, 2004

"Don't you want to play?" A high pitched voice filled the chamber. The large bones that were left from the once alive Basilisk began to shake as a child began to move away from them. The child had shoulder-length hair, a reddish-brown color. Their face looked oddly similar, yet they couldn't be identified as a boy or girl. They wore an black sweatshirt and jeans.

"Mum! Mummy, help me!" The child cried as the bones began rising, only to form in the shape of the snake again. Green scales began covering the white, and the Basilisk grew giant, red eyes. "Mum!"

The child started running away, tears streaming down their face. They tripped and fell, and suddenly Hagrid obscured the vision of the child, carrying something in his arms.

Harry!-But no, it wasn't the same boy in the half-giant's arms as it was six years ago. It was the boy from the chamber!

"Yeh didn' help 'em." Hagrid cried, his arms shaking as he cuddled the child, who now seemed to look like a toddler.

"I-I wanted to, I did!"

"But yer didn't…" Hagrid's eyes light up with anger. "Yer a lousy parent, Ginevra!"

Ginny awoke with a start. Her heart was pounding in her throat, she was drenched in sweat, and she was frankly surprised to find herself in bed.

"Mm…" Ginny turned her head to see her husband sleeping next to her. He wrapped an arm around her waist as she checked his old muggle alarm clock on his night stand- 6:54.

Ginny laid her head back onto her pillow and put an arm over her eyes. What the hell was that dream about? Who was that kid? Her son or daughter?

Suddenly feeling the need to vomit (damn pregnancy symptoms), she jumped out of Harry's arms and ran to the bathroom. After ten minutes, she dismissed the nausea as a false alarm (Thank Merlin, if there was anything Ginny hated more than Voldemort, it was vomit. And Brussels Sprouts.) and returned to her bedroom, only to find Harry now sitting up.

"Hey," He greeted in a soft voice as the redhead sat on the bed. "You okay?" He began rubbing small circles on her back.

"What? Er.. yeah." Ginny bit her lip, still focusing on the dream. "Harry…"

"Yes?"

"A-… are we sure bringing a child into our lives is a good idea?" Deep down, Ginny couldn't believe those words were coming out of her mouth. But after that dream… What if they weren't around to protect their baby? To make sure the little boy or girl didn't go through what they did?

Harry stopped rubbing and stared at the 22 year old in shock. "What? Gin, you were so happy about it before-"

"But I've been thinking…" Ginny told him. She suddenly felt embarrassed to be worried about that. How would he react to the dream?"

"We've been talking about having kids since you've graduated!"

"I'm only 22!" Ginny countered, only half-heartedly. She had a feeling they were going to enter an argument that neither of them wanted.

"My parents were 20 when they had me! Yours were 21 with Bill!" The redhead could hear anger rising in Harry's voice.

"I…" Ginny was stumped. She had an urge to not tell Harry the real reason. She didn't want him to think that she was scared about having a family, but what else could she say? "My career."

Harry, who was now pacing around the room, glanced at his wife. "What about it?"

"I can't play quidditch after having a baby! I- The practice schedules are- and you're busy with-"

"Are you suggesting we use abortion?" Ginny would have preferred that he yelled at her. Thrown things, screamed things- anything but the low whisper that Harry was using.

Ginny felt a lump form in her throat. She was usually against abortion. Nor necessarily pro-life, but pro-choice. Where it should be used only in dire situations. This certainly did not qualify as one. Ginny met her partner's eyes and found that she couldn't reply.

Harry himself looked like he was going to cry, and Ginny could count the number or times she has seen him look like that on her fingers. He opened his mouth to say something, before closing it and rushing into the bathroom that Ginny had occupied not even ten minutes beforehand.

As she heard the shower turn on, Ginny began letting tear fall down her face. She had a feeling Harry was experiencing the same thing on the other side of the door.

What the fuck did you do, Ginevra? Ginny rubbed her eyes before grabbing a towel and heading towards the hallway bathroom to take her own shower.

By the time Ginny got out of the bathroom, Harry was already dressed and downstairs. She entered the den to find him sitting in on the cream sofa, munching on an English muffin and reading Quidditch Through the Ages. He glanced up as the redhead settled into the matching cream loveseat with a piece of parchment and a muggle pen in hand.

"Who are you writing to?" He questioned.

"Just doodling until we have to go to Mum's." Ginny could feel the tension from their fight linger between them and she suddenly found herself wishing that it would at least go away by the time they had to visit the Weasleys for lunch. Harry and Ginny rarely fought like this, and while the family was used to seeing Ron and Hermione under tension, she didn't know how they would react to their fighting. She did have six brothers after all….

I hope that you're a boy… Ginny spoke to the baby in her mind, looking down at her flat stomach. I'm not very good at connecting with girls. Now that she thought about it, most of Ginny's friends at Hogwarts were boys. There was Neville, Colin, Colin's dorm mates, Garth and Phinneus, and even Ron and Harry. Of course she had Hermione and Luna, and she got along well with her dorm mates, but after being "out of it" during first year, Abbey , Felicia, and Paisley-Ann seemed to have a bond with each other that Ginny lacked. Granted, she was now on an all female quidditch team, but she still had some trouble figuring those girls out.

"Gin?"

"Wha-?" The redhead snapped out of her trance to find Harry standing above her.

"It's time to go."

"Oh." Ginny replied, as a feeling of disappointment washed through her body.

"What's going on between Harry and Ginny?" Ron asked Hermione once they were alone in the kitchen. The bushy-haired 24 year old stopped refilling her glass of pumpkin juice to look at Ron.

"What do you mean?" This reply took Ron by surprise. Usually it was his wife that noticed these things.

"I mean that they seem sort of distant with each other. Haven't you noticed it?"

"Now that I think of it… Bill has been staring at Harry all day."

"What did he do to her?" Ron wondered aloud, his brotherly instincts kicking in.

"What did who do to who?" The raven haired man in question entered through the Burrow's back door.

"Harry Potter what the bloody hell did you do to my sister?"

Harry stopped in his tracks and stared at his best friend. "What do you mean what did I do?"

"You and Ginny are obviously in a fight or something." Ron replied, glaring at the younger boy who was now filling his own cup of juice.

"Even if we were fighting…" Harry set the pitcher down. "What makes you think I did anything? And why would I tell you? You lot fight constantly." He began drinking.

"She's my sister, Potter! And something is definitely up because Bill's been staring at you all day!"

Harry choked on his pumpkin juice as his ears turned red. "Bill's been what?"

"He's can't seem to take his eyes off of you and Ginny."

Harry's face seemed to go blank for a second, before he replied with an "Oh."

"Harry… What did you do to my sister?"

"What happened between Harry and I is none of your business, Ronald." Ginny now entered the kitchen hand in hand with 4 year old Victoire.

"So something did happen!" the male exclaimed. "What was it?" Hermione rolled her eyes.

"We're not telling you!" Ginny scoffed as she handed Victoire a cookie and the young redhead ran away.

"But you always know what Hermione and I are fighting about!"

"We don't ask you to tell us. You just do." She told her brother, receiving a snort from Harry.

"Hey, will you lot come in here?" The eldest Weasley brother interrupted the foursome.

Ron grumbled as they entered the crowded front room of the Burrow and Ginny couldn't help but snicker at her brother. Squeezing in on the already full couch, she found herself practically sitting on Harry's lap. Taking a breath through her noise, Ginny inhaled a foul smell.

"Ughh…" She moaned quietly.

"You okay?" Harry whispered in her ear.

"I smell something… it's making me sick." Ginny whispered back. She smiled at the fact that she and Harry were finally talking again, and couldn't help but be grateful that everyone else's conversations made theirs impossible to overhear. Harry began rubbing her back like he did that morning, although more discreetly.

"Oi! I called you in here, now I have something to say!" Bill yelled above everyone. The room soon became quiet and Bill's ears turned red. "Er.. Fleur, honey, why don't you say it?"

Fleur rolled her eyes, yet smiled nonetheless. "We're expecting again!"

The couple was approached with many congratulations.

"Oh, another Grandchild!" Mrs. Weasley squealed, hugging Dominique. "Dominique, you're going to be a big sister!" The 8 month old grinned at her grandmother even though she had no clue what was going on.

"Blimey a baby!" George exclaimed as though there wasn't two babies already in the room.

"How's your pregnancy been going so far? How far along are you?" Audrey asked her husband's sister-in-law.

"Four and a half weeks." Fleur smiled, and Ginny could of sworn she glanced at the redhead as she said that. "I'm doing pretty well. With both Fleur and Dominique I had terrible morning sickness and felt tired all the time. All I've had so far was a headache. Maybe it's finally a boy."

Now that Fleur mentioned it, Ginny was feeling pretty tired… She leaned her head on Harry's shoulder.

"Oh, I can't wait to have a grandson!" Molly smiled at the thought.

"What do you think they'll do when… if we tell them?" Harry whispered. Ginny could hear the pain in his voice as he said "if".

"They'll most likely beat you to a bloody pulp." The redhead giggled. "You did knock their little sister up."

"Oh bloody hell, don't remind me."

"Ginny, are you alright, dear?" Mrs. Weasley interrupted the couple's conversation, now drawing all the attention onto the two Potters.

"Oh, yeah. I'm just tired. It's, er, a side effect from that potion the healer gave me for my fall." Ginny lied as she picked her head up and did her best to ignore the wave of nausea. Please don't throw up. Please don't throw up. Please don't throw up.

"Y'know, we'd best be on our way." Harry addressed the room and grabbed his wife's hand. "Busy day tomorrow." After saying quick goodbyes, the couple walked away from the Burrow towards the apparition point.

"Busy day?" Ginny questioned.

"You could say Thanks for getting you out of there. You look tired."

"I am…. Thank you." The last two words came out in a whisper. They grasped hands and apparated to the woods a few blocks away from their home.

"Oh no…" Ginny moaned as her stomach did a backflip. What she had been dreading all day was about to happen.

"Gin-?"

Without warning, Ginny spewed into her hand.

"Oh, Ginny…" She heard Harry sigh as fat, salty tears rolled down her cheeks. "Hey, it's okay. Shh, it's okay." All of a sudden her husband's arms were wrapped around her- despite the fact that her front was covered in vomit- as the young adult sobbed into his shoulder.

"N-no it's n-not!" Ginny cried. "I'm sorry, Harry." She backed out of his arms. "I don't want an abortion! I never did!"

Now the 23 year old looked confused. "Then why did we-"

"Because I'm scared."The brown eyes met the green. "What if… what if we can't protect them? What if they go through what we did? I don't want our baby to need us, and then we're not there! I didn't want to tell you because I thought you'd find it absurd."

Harry stared at the shorter woman for what felt like eternity. "Ginny, I'm terrified."

"What!?" Whatever answer the redhead expected, that was not it. "Why would you be? I don't mean to sound cliché, but- you're the boy who lived. You are hardly scared of anything."

"Everyone's afraid of something. I may be the boy who lived, but I'm also the boy who grew up without a family." Harry ran a hand through his hair. "I mean, I don't know how to be a father! For all I know I could end up being like Uncle Vernon."

"But you won't be."

"How do you know?"

"Because I know you, Harry."

"Well, if you know me, then you should know that I'm going to do everything I can to prevent our child from going through anything like what happened to us. I know that there are still Death Eaters out there, but I promise the baby won't be harmed. And, you know, if you really didn't want to give up your career with quidditch, I'd be willing to maybe take a few years off for the baby."

"Oh, Harry!" Ginny had a sudden gush of love towards her husband. "You don't have to do that. I know how much being an auror means to you. I know that my quidditch isn't going to last forever. Might as well stop while I have a good reason to." The redhead suddenly became conscious of her vomit and snot filled appearance. "Can we go home now?"

"Oh course." Harry chuckled, and they clutched hands once more before walking with the light of the setting sun.

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