As Ginny left the Daily Prophet office, she spied a flashing headline from a pile of papers. "The Potters announce their first pregnancy!" A picture of Harry with his arms around her waist, and Ginny's hand over her barely-there bump took up most of the front page.

Ginny grabbed a copy with a wave to Josefina (I am an employee now, after all! I should be able to help myself) and walked out into the sunlight. This is going to be interesting…

The Potters discuss their first pregnancy!

This reporter received a very mysterious message from the Potters just a few short weeks ago requesting a meeting. There had already been much speculation, then delight, when Ginny Potter, née Weasley, was put on reserve for a Quidditch match against the Caerphilly Catapults, so it was no difficult decision to jump at the opportunity and arrange a meeting as soon as possible!

We met at a quaint cafe in Wizarding London. The Potters walked in, holding hands. Time, it seems, has not dampened their love for one another. Mrs Potter was truly glowing. I asked her immediately how the pregnancy was going.

"It has been wonderful, Betty. The hardest thing was keeping it a secret for so long, but we decided that it was time to let everyone know."

"And why did you keep it quiet for so long? You must have known how simply delighted the entire Wizarding Britain would be."

At this point, the young Mrs Potter glanced at her husband and put her hand over his and gave it a squeeze. "We wanted to enjoy it ourselves privately for a while."

Harry Potter, The Chosen One and the Saviour of Wizarding Britain, famously guards his privacy. This reporter has certainly had some difficulties getting an interview. Throughout the conversation I had with Mrs Potter, Harry remained quiet, listening intently while his wife spoke. How poignant this moment must be for him, to finally have a family when his own was so cruelly taken away from him at the tender age of one. Naturally, I had to ask how he felt about not having any family to share in his joy.

"Nonsense," he said. Those green eyes of his really are startling. "I have learned that family isn't blood, and blood isn't family. Ginny is my wife; I have brothers in Ron and George Weasley, parents in Arthur and Molly, and Hermione is my sister. What more do I need?"

"Do you not wish you could share this with your parents though, Harry? And perhaps with your godfather?" Harry Potter's godfather was the infamous Sirius Black, wrongly incarcerated in Azkaban for many years for the murder of Peter Pettigrew, one holder of the Order of Merlin, First Class. Pettigrew's award was naturally revoked once Black's innocence was confirmed by authorities and posthumously awarded to Black in the autumn of 1998 for his work with the Order of the Phoenix before his untimely death on the 18th June, 1996 at the age of 36.

"Of course I wish Sirius and my parents were alive! What a ridiculous question."

Mrs Potter, sensing his distress, put a calming hand on his shoulder. They then looked deeply into each others' eyes with a tenderness that, I am not ashamed to admit, brought tears to my eyes. How wonderful it is, dear readers, that our Saviour has someone to take care of him. He has suffered so much trauma at such a young age, it is no surprise that he looks to his wife as his own hero, who is helping him recover from the horror that was his childhood. Naturally, you must be wondering how he is doing.

"Harry is doing great, Betty. Everyone in Wizarding Britain has scars from the war. The rest of us are no different."

"Would you not say, Ginny, that he has perhaps had more to deal with than others?"

At this, Harry spoke up. "No, I would not say that. Lots of families have been hurt, people have been lost."

And with that, readers, we finished our coffees and parted ways. We wish them luck on this great new journey that they have started.


Ginny gleefully watched Harry read the paper at the kitchen table, already anticipating his reaction.

"What a load of troll dung! I can't believe she would make up such nonsense. 'Startling green eyes', Merlin's saggy pants! And 'they looked deeply into each other's eyes', for the love of Godric. It sounds like a tacky romance novel your mum secretly likes to read." He then started a stream of words which definitely wouldn't have made the printed page.

Ginny walked around the kitchen table and put her arms around him from behind, putting her chin on his shoulder. "So are you saying that I'm not your hero, dear husband?"

Harry sighed and leaned his head against hers. "Ginny, you know how much you've helped me the last few years. I wouldn't be half as functional if it wasn't for you. I'm just fed up of being portrayed as some tragic hero with a tragic past."

"I know." Ginny planted a soft kiss where his neck met his shoulders. "Don't let it get to you. The people who know and love you won't believe a word of this balderdash."

"I suppose," Harry sighed.

"Now," Ginny said moving to wave her wand at the teapot which had been whistling softly on the stove. "Aren't you going to ask me how my day was?"

"Oh of course! How was your interview? Are they going to give you the job?"

"They already have! I start immediately."

"Well done, Gin. That's brilliant to hear. Of course they want you on board. They'd be crazy not to hire you." He turned and pulled her onto his lap, touching his forehead to hers. Ginny closed her eyes, lost in her thoughts. Ginny carded her fingers through his hair, twisting the black strands. Giving up Quidditch would have been hard, but she did it gladly for her family, for her unborn child.

He had always shied away from attention. She wondered if it had anything to do with growing up with those awful Muggles, sorry excuses for family that they were. He kept his head down and avoided their attention as much as possible, for any attention they did give him was undoubtedly negative.

Harry's shoulders shuddered as he exhaled deeply. Ginny opened her eyes and saw glistening tears rolling down her husband's cheeks. She wiped them away gently and brushed her lips on his cheeks.

"What's wrong?"

He opened his eyes. "I'm scared. No, terrified." Ginny tugged a wayward lock of hair out of his eyes and waited. His eyes met hers then, and he said, "I can't lose you. I can't lose our child. I finally have a family and I just can't shake the feeling that it's all going to go horribly wrong. I don't want him to grow up like I did."

She held his gaze. There was nothing to say that she hadn't already said to him. He went on. "We are already older my parents ever got the chance to be. Isn't that strange?"

"It is a little." She leaned back to get a better look at his face. "I don't know what to tell you, Harry. We are going to be fine. We are not in danger. We are happy, healthy and safe." She placed her hands either side of his face. "I love you, Harry. I won't let anything happen to this family."

He finally grinned at that. "My hero. What would I do without you and your deadly hexes?"

"You'll never have to find out." She gave him a deep but quick kiss. "I have something to ask you."

"Oh?"

"So you think it's a boy?"

He frowned. "When did I say that?"

"You said you didn't want him to grow up like you did. You said him."

"I guess I did. I don't know why, but whenever I imagine our child, its a boy who looks a little like me, a lot like you."

"As long as he doesn't take after his uncle's when it comes to mischief, it'll be fine."

Harry chuckled. "I don't think we're going to be able to avoid it love, his grandfather was a Marauder after all."

"Godric! You're right." Ginny groaned, running her hands down her face. "I can already imagine all the owls we get from Hogwarts. It's official. We're screwed."

Harry gave her a tight squeeze. "I'm sure we'll be able to manage. If Molly Weasley was able to deal with the twins, and Ron,"

"And you," Ginny said.

"And me, then I'm fairly sure that we can handle this one."

"I'm not so sure I'll be able to. I already know you are going to spoil them rotten and go easy on them. I think vanquishing Voldemort himself was easier than this is going to be."

"Well that did only take seven years of my life and quite literally killed me. This is for life." He planted a big wet kiss onto her cheek and said, "And I couldn't be happier."

"Right, enough smooching!" Ginny swatted him away even as he tried to plant even more wet kisses on her face. "Let me get back to cooking our dinner. Ron and Hermione will be here in an hour."

"Fine!" Harry let her stand up. She walked over to the stove and continued cooking her stew, beef bourguignon, which had quickly turned into Harry's favourite meal after they got married. Harry stood up and went to stand beside her, inhaling the smell of the stock and the bacon. He

"Speaking of trouble makers, I was thinking about something."

"Oh, dear. That sounds ominous," Ginny said as she turned.

"Woman, put that weapon away!" he said, pointing at the wooden spoon she held in her hand.

Rolling her eyes, Ginny put the spoon in the pot. She raised her hands. "See, all weapon free now. What's up?"

Harry took her hands in his and rubbed his thumbs over the tops of her hands. He stared at where they were connected and said in a small voice, "If it is a boy, would you like to call him 'Fred'?"

Ginny blinked in surprise.

"I was thinking maybe Frederick James, or James Frederick."

A pool of tears gathered in her eyes. "Oh you beautiful, beautiful man." She slid her arms around him.

"So, you like it then? You like the name?"

"I do, very much." She smiled and wiped an escaped tear from her cheek. "But I don't think we should use it."

"What?" He looked confused. "But you like the name."

"I love that you thought of it. You are everything I ever hoped for." She sighed. "I don't think we should use the name 'Fred'. I think that his name should be for George's child."

"Oh," Harry rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "I didn't even think of that."

"I know you didn't. But it's okay." She poked him in the stomach. "I had a different idea for a boy's name."

Harry bit her affectionately on the nose, ignoring her squeak of surprise.

"Don't bite my nose, savage! Anyways, I do like the name 'James' and I think we should use it. But the second name should be 'Sirius'".

Harry grinned at her. "Are you sure? There's no one's names you'd like to use?"

"No boys' names that's for sure. If we have a girl, we can name her after… I dunno, Luna maybe."

"That's perfect actually!"

"What?" Well, that backfired.

"Lily Luna Potter. Doesn't it sound amazing?"

Ginny laughed. "Alright, it's not as bad as I thought. Let's wait and see who is arriving in a few short months, Lily Luna Potter or James Sirius Potter. Now go," she shooed him away and reached for the spoon. "I need to finish this before they get here."

With a wink and a kiss on the cheek, he left her to her cooking. A smile forced itself onto her face as she rubbed a hand along her growing belly. "I can't wait to meet you, James."