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Ginny's POV

Harry followed me up to my room. I figured that he would want to talk because one, we had never had an actual conversation where I wasn't squeaking, blushing, or putting my elbow in a butter dish, and two because of the recent events that had taken place at Number 12 Grimmauld Place.

I found myself blushing everyone I thought about my future with Harry and James.

I knew that we must be married because if we weren't when James was born mum would have made us get married I was sure of it.

It's not as though I mind though. Ginny thought.

Michael. Ginny silently reminded herself. Your still dating Michael, and Harry likes Cho Chang.

A little voice in the back of Ginny's head creeped up on her and said, but you wish both we're in true.

And the voice was correct. Ginny hated seeing Harry with or around Cho. She didn't like to see Harry around Cho because it reminded her of how she use to be around Harry when she still had a crush on Harry Potter the boy who lived.

She had gotten over that stupid crush by her second year. In her second and most of her third year she had ignored Harry.

But by the end of her third year Ginny was going to the Yule Ball with Neville Longbottom and by the very end of the year was dating Michael Corner.

Hermione had told Ginny that she should move on and wait for Harry to come around and finally notice her as more than just a little girl with a humongous crush on him or Ron's little sister.

But know that she knew they got married in the future how was she suppose to not think about Harry? He was so handsome! What with his jet black hair and his striking emerald green eyes and that sideways smirk/grin he always wore when he found something amusing.

Ginny was immensely glad that James took after Harry in the looks department. She did not know whether he took after her or Harry personality wise because he was not yet old enough to tell. But Ginny hoped he was all Harry.

James had Harry's facial features as well as the signature messy jet black hair. However he had my brown eyes and a light dust of freckles across his tiny baby nose.

Ginny couldn't have asked for a cuter son. James was so adorable and she just knew he would turn into a charmer when he was at Hogwarts.

Ginny was taken from her train of thought as she and Harry had arrived in her room at Number 12 Grimmauld Place.

"So. What do we do?" Harry asked Ginny with a sigh.

"Keep on doing what we're doing. And take care of James I think," Ginny replied unsurely.

"We're going to have to." harry responded. " He needs us."

"I know." Ginny replied shortly.

"What about us?" Harry asked looking awkwardly at the ground out of sheer embarrassment.

"I don't see that there is any us." Ginny replied coldly, though twirling a piece of her long red hair in her hand. "You like Cho and I'm dating Michael. So, we can just take care of James until we can figure out a way to get him back to his own time."

Harry nodded in reply before walking out of the room after saying a brief mumbled goodnight and walking down to his and Ron's room.

Harry's POV

As I walked back down to my room I thought about what Ginny had said.

Harry had to admit that what Ginny had said about her dating Michael and him liking Cho hurt him a little bit. He and Ginny were married in the future. So why couldn't they at least be friends.

Ginny has been practically ignoring me for the past year and a half. He would have to ask Hermione why that was when she was awake that morning.

Harry didn't get any sleep at all. He couldn't sleep. Not when there was so much for him to take in. James. Ginny. The future. Everything.

James had come in and changed his life in only a few hours. Because Harry use to find himself thinking about Cho constantly, but he hadn't thought of Cho once until Ginny brought her up tonight.

Harry wasn't even sure that he still even liked Cho. Sure she was pretty and all but there clearly wasn't a future for them. And who knew how long James may be with us. We may have to take him to school with us and Harry didn't think that Cho would want to date him when she knew that he had a baby with someone else.

Harry found himself thinking about he and Ginny going out together in the future. Thinking about being able to hold her hand, run his fingers through her hair, and even being able to kiss her.

I would be holding her hand, running my fingers through her silky flame red locks, kissing her warm sweet pink lips. Harry thought day-dreamily. NO! His brain reacted to the thoughts of Ginny instantly. She's Ron's sister. I don't like her like that. At least not yet. And besides she's over me. That's what Hermione said. Harry thought, his brain working furiously.

Harry felt a sudden sadness creep up on him. Ginny didn't even like him. He didn't know why that mattered to him so much. Maybe because she was James' mother. But that's in the future. Harry reminded himself. She doesn't have to like you now. But Harry knew it was something deeper. He could feel it. His relationship with Ginny was changed. He could never go back to thinking that she was just Ron's sister who had a huge crush on "The-Boy-Who-Lived".

Harry fell asleep with a small smile on his face, ginning to himself because he was thinking about all the wonderful things that would happen to him in the future.

Ginny's POV

Ugg, why couldn't I keep my mouth shut? Now all he's going to be thinking about is Cho Chang. Ginny thought.

Ginny was pondering how in the world she could be so stupid. Reminding Harry of the girl he liked wasn't going to help him like her. In fact it would do the opposite.

The thing that pulled Ginny out of her deep thoughts was James crying. It was soft, but there all the same. Ginny padded down to James' makeshift room to see what was wrong.

Ginny hurried into the room over to James' crib to see what the matter was. James' tiny eyes were crying a sea of salty tears as he said mumma and reached up his hands for Ginny to pick him up.

Ginny picked up the infant and held him to her chest while walking towards the conjured rocking chair unsure of what he actually needed as she didn't know him as well as she was suppose to as his mum. She smelled his diaper and did all the usual checks, she couldn't find anything. Maybe he's just having a rocky night's sleep. Ginny pondered silently. She then noticed James' mouth was making odd movements with his mouth so she decided to see what he would want to eat.

He has eaten tonight already but he must be hungry with everything that has happened today. Ginny thought as she carried James down the stairs to the kitchen to see if she could find him some food, maybe half a banana.

Harry's POV

"CEDRIC! NO! CEDRIC!" Harry's dream-self screamed towards Cedric Diggory, but it was too late. Harry watched as Cedric's body fell to the dirt ground of the cemetery, dead. In Harry's mind it was in slow motion. All Harry could hear was the derisive laughter of Bellatrix Lestrange and the mad cackling noise which Voldemort was emitting.

Harry woke up sweating buckets and breathing heavy, he could feel his heart hammering in his chest as though trying to make his entire being explode.

Water. Harry thought. I need water.

As Harry made his way down the stairs to the kitchen he could hear a faint humming sound coming from the kitchen. As he turned the corner he saw a flash of fiery red hair dance across the kitchen holding half of a banana in her hand. He also saw his son on her hip.

His son. The thought was still so foreign to Harry. For the first time he realized that he must have beaten Voldemort because there was no way he would bring a child into a world where Voldemort was.

Harry stepped further into the kitchen still observing Ginny walking around the kitchen. He would be lying if he said that Ginny wasn't attractive. There was probably someone before Michael Corner. Harry thought surprisingly bitterly.

"Harry, are you alright?" Ginny asked concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine, don't worry about me. What's wrong with James?" Harry asked Ginny with an equal amount of concern in his voice.

"Nothing." Ginny responded. "He's just hungry I think."

Harry nodded in understanding.

"What about you?" Ginny inquired.

"Thirsty, can't sleep, the usual." Harry said.

"Having dreams about Cedric again? What happened in your dream?" Ginny asked.

Harry took a deep breath before responding, "yeah, I keep having the same dream over and over again, it's maddening, so see it every night when all I want to do is make the memory disappear."

"I can relate." Ginny stated simply. Harry waited for her to elaborate but she didn't. She did however ask him to hold James so that she could break his banana into pieces.

Harry complied with her request and took James from her arms. Just as Harry was bringing James to his chest James made a dive for Harry's glasses and reached out to pull them off his face.

Harry was so startled that he didn't reach back for his glasses instantly. It took a moment to be able to see out of his eye again because he suspected that James had also stabbed him in the eye when he reached for the glasses. Now in his chubby baby hands making their way to his small baby face. But Harry reached out to grab his glasses back from James' clutch.

Harry grabbed his glasses back and pulled James up to his shoulder to rub his back while bouncing slightly to calm him down while Ginny got the banana ready for him.

"Harry can you sit down with him in your lap so that I can feed him?" Ginny asked Harry.

"Sure." Harry responded sitting down at the table next to Ginny while setting James on his lap, putting his arm around James' middle to keep him from wriggling out of his grasp.

Harry watched as ginny started to feed James some banana, waiting for him to open his mouth wide again showing Ginny that he wanted more food before she put it in his mouth.

When James seemed to get bored of Ginny putting food in his mouth and Harry sitting there with him in his lap quickly resulting in him wiggling around. Thankfully for Harry and Ginny this was easily solved, Ginny started to say "here comes the broomstick" and Harry started encouraging James to "get the broomstick". Harry and Ginny continued to do this until the whole half was gone.

"You know we make a pretty good team," Harry said to Ginny. "you and me." Harry clarified.

Ginny nodded in agreement with the corners of her mouth turned up in a small smile.

"Do you think we will be able to get him back to his time?" Ginny asked Harry solemnly. "James, I mean."

"I don't know." Harry responded truthfully.

"Well, goodnight again Harry." Ginny said after sighing deeply.

"Goodnight Ginny." Harry responded back as he stood up and scooped James off his lap to take him upstairs.

Both Harry and Ginny walked up the stairway to their designated bedrooms not saying a word the whole way up the stairs, though both occasionally looked at the other hoping that the other hadn't noticed.

Can we get him back? Harry asked himself as he exited James' makeshift nursery, hoping with all that was in him that they could.