A/N: I'm happy to say this chapter was much easier to right than the previous three. I hope this means I'm starting to find my inspiration again. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings for this chapter: None

Disclaimer: I own a replica of Hogwarts, but I do not own Harry Potter.

Chapter Three

The fireplace roared to life and Ron's head appeared in the grate.

"The Lestranges broke out of Azkaban along with Macnair."

"What do you mean they broke out?" Harry asked, doing his best to stay calm for Ginny's sake. He knew she would feed off of his anxiety and that was the last thing she needed while pregnant.

"Why don't you two get dressed and then I'll explain. I'll be waiting downstairs." Ron disappeared before his sister and brother-in-law could protest.

"How could this happen?" Ginny asked, turning to her husband the second Ron was gone.

"I don't know. Come on, love. Let's get dressed and we'll go talk to Ron." Harry stood up, going to his wardrobe and picking out the first shirt he saw.

"Are they going to come after us?" Ginny hadn't moved from the bed.

Harry sighed. He sat on the bed, taking her hand in his. He rubbed his thumb across the soft skin on the back of her hand, choosing his words carefully before he spoke, "It's been six years since Voldemort's defeat. They've spent six years in Azkaban. I don't know what they'll do now that they're out. Maybe they want revenge, maybe they just want freedom. Maybe they'll go into hiding so they won't be recaptured. No one can know for sure."

Ginny was skeptical. "You don't really believe they'll just go into hiding, do you?"

Harry shook his head. "I don't know what to believe, Gin. I didn't think anyone could break out of the high security ward of Azkaban, not with the dementors gone. Let's go talk to your brother before we jump to conclusions."

He pulled her to her feet. Reluctantly, Ginny listened to her husband. She dressed quickly, not paying attention to what she threw on. When they entered the kitchen it was to find Ron already waiting on them.

Wasting no time, Harry asked, "How did this happen? They were in the high security ward."

"That's the thing, Harry. They weren't. Dawlish decided they weren't a flight risk so they were put in with the general population." Ron paced the kitchen, his Auror robes flying out every time he turned.

"You know, I had my doubts when Kingsley made Dawlish Head of the Auror office, but I never thought he would be stupid enough to do this. How could he possibly think the Lestranges and Macnair weren't a flight risk?" Harry fumed, rubbing Ginny's shoulders comfortingly.

"Dawlish might not be Head of the office for much longer. He's under inquiry. Apparently Hannah Macmillan went into labor this morning. Another guard was called into work so Ernie could go home, but before he could get there Dawlish allowed Ernie to leave. Seamus Finnigan was the only guard left after that. He's lucky he made it out alive." Ron stopped pacing and sat down across from Ginny. "Are you okay?"

"Three Death Eaters escaped from Azkaban, are probably going to come after my husband, and you want to know if I'm okay? How the bloody hell do you think I feel?" Ginny looked at her brother in disbelief.

"Please, Gin, calm down. All this anxiety isn't good for the baby." Harry increased the pressure on her shoulders to make his point.

"What baby?" Ron asked thickly.

"I'm pregnant, Ron. I just found out this morning, and this is how I get to celebrate." Ginny placed her hands on her stomach, protectively.

"Ginny, we're going to catch them. Don't worry. We're going to catch them before they hurt anymore people." Ron took his sister's hand, squeezing it tightly. He now sincerely wished he had waited until Harry was alone to tell him first.

"How do you know that? They've probably already hurt someone. Oh, Merlin. What if they come after my baby?" Ginny asked. Panic struck her face and she began to breathe rapidly.

"Breathe, Ginny, breathe. It's going to be okay. No one is coming after us or our children." Harry got down on his knees. "Look at me, Ginny. Look at me. I promise you that. No one is going to hurt our family ever again."

Suddenly, a silvery wolf streamed in through the kitchen window. It stopped in front of Ron and Tonks's voice erupted from it, "Ron, we need you back at the Ministry."

Sighing, Ron got to his feet. "I've got to go. Tonks wanted to make sure you were aware before the Daily Prophet releases the article. Listen, Ginny, we're going to catch them. I promise."

He kissed his sister's forehead before turning on the spot and Disapparating.

Harry and Ginny sat in silence before Harry finally got up. He scrounged up some eggs and began to scramble them. When he was done he set a plate in front of Ginny.

"Eat," he said, placing a cup of tea in front of her as well.

"I'm not hungry," Ginny said, pushing the plate away from her.

Harry moved the plate back. "Eat. You're pregnant. You're going to eat. You're going to eat, and then you're going to Floo Penelope and make an appointment with her to see you today."

"And what are you doing today?" Ginny asked, before she grudgingly took a bite of her eggs.

Harry walked back to the counter before answering her. "I'm going to Floo McGonagall and tell her I won't be coming in today because my pregnant wife is distressed that three Death Eaters escaped Azkaban. Then I'll Floo your mum and see if she can watch Lily, James, and Sirius so we can go to your appointment with Penelope."

He came back to the table with his own cup of tea and sat down across from his wife, waiting for the explosion he knew was to come.

"Harry, you can't take the day off work! I can go to Penelope on my own." Ginny took another bite, not knowing how hungry she had been.

"I'm worried about you. McGonagall will understand if I take the day off. She probably already knows about the breakout anyway," Harry said.

"Please, just go to work. I'll be fine. If I need to talk to someone I'll Floo Nena. I promise," Ginny added.

"I don't know, Ginny. I'd feel better if I was here to take care of you."

"I don't need anyone to take care of me, Harry. I'm a grown witch. I can take care of myself."

"I know." Harry stood up, pulling Ginny to her feet. He wrapped his arms around her. "Fine. I'll go to work, but promise me you'll send Hedwig if you need me."

"I'll do even better. If I need you, I'll send you my Patronus." Ginny pulled his lips down to hers. "I'll be fine."

"I know. Just be careful."

"I always am."

H/G

"Well, Ginny, it looks like you're three weeks along. I'm surprised you even noticed you had symptoms," Penelope said.

"I didn't notice. Harry did. He said I had been emotional lately so I cast the spell and, well, here I am." Ginny sat up once Penelope was done examining her.

"Sometimes the wizard does know before the witch. Anyway, I'll go ahead and give you some anti-nausea medicine for morning sickness. Remember to exercise and take your prenatal vitamins. Everything looks good, Ginny. I'll make an appointment for you to come back in a month and we'll take things from there."

"Thanks, Penelope." Ginny hugged her sister-in-law. "Give Percy and Preston my love."

"I will, but I don't think Preston will understand. He's only four-months-old." Penelope patted Ginny's back.

Ginny laughed. "I'll see you Sunday at the family dinner?"

"Of course."

Ginny stepped into the fireplace, said "Potter Manor," and was gone in a flash of green flames.

H/G

"What did Penny say?" Harry asked as he stepped out of the fireplace. He hung up his cloak before joining Ginny on the loveseat.

"Everything's great. I'm three weeks along." Ginny leaned up to kiss Harry.

"See? I told you everything would be fine. When is your next appointment?" Harry leaned against the armrest, pulling Ginny into his arms.

"In a month. We should be able to find out what we're having then." Ginny rested her head against Harry's chest, breathing in the scent of him.

"A girl," Harry said with certainty.

"Really? I think it's going to be another boy," Ginny said.

"Well, you thought Lily was a boy, and I thought the boys would be one of each, so I guess we'll just have to see who wins this time." Harry rubbed her back slowly.

"I know it's early, but I thought of a name." Ginny leaned up to look at him.

"Really? What is it?"

"Ryan Matthew," Ginny said.

"Ryan Matthew Potter," Harry tested the name. "I like it. What about if we have a girl? Do you still like Joanna Faith?" When Ginny was pregnant with James and Sirius they had decided on Joanna Faith if one of them was a girl.

"I do."

"Ryan or Joanna," Harry murmured against Ginny's ear, caressing her stomach. "I love you."

"I love you too." Ginny kissed him.

Harry shifted so he could kiss Ginny's belly. "Joanna or Ryan, Daddy loves you so much."