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"I missed you."
Easter break had finally come, and Harry and Ginny sat on a couch in the Weasleys' sitting room. Ginny was snuggled up against Harry's warm side, his arms wrapped around her. Thoughts skipped through her mind about what their future might bring.
"I missed you too, Harry," Ginny replied truthfully. They and the rest of the family were waiting for Molly to finish making dinner. It was one of her specialties, seeing as it was Easter dinner. The smell of duck a l'orange, wild rice and string beans with almonds wafted into the room.
"Everyone, dinner is served!" Molly sang from the doorway. All of the Weasley men ran past her to the kitchen with all its savory smells. Harry, walking slower with his arm around Ginny's waist, heard her mutter something about "no thanks to you." He smiled at this crazy family of his, and walked into the kitchen, looking forward to the feast ahead of him.
"It wasn't me, Mum, I swear!" Ron insisted as Fred and George sniggered silently behind their mother's back. "I swear, I didn't put those beetles in your soup.
"Oh, don't lie to me, Ronald Weasley! You were the only one who could have, you were sitting right next to me!"
Obviously, Ron had not put the beetles in his mother's soup, but ever since Fred had almost died, she had been going extremely easy on him and his twin. She sometimes even refused to acknowledge the fact that her twins were the ones who did pulled the pranks they did. Harry laughed silently to himself while Ginny convulsed with laughter at his side. They were back in the sitting room after dinner, trying to steal at least a semi-private moment together before Harry went back to Godric's Hollow and Ginny went back to Hogwarts.
"I'll see you in two months, then," said Harry sadly.
"Yeah," Ginny agreed, in the same tone. "Two months."
They kissed for a full ten minutes, until the rest of the Weasleys walked in. They broke apart red faced. Harry stood up and bid farewell to the family. Then stepped into the fireplace. Two seconds later, he was back in his empty home.
Harry woke with a start. Something or someone had just crept into his room. He quickly switched on the light, and gasped in delighted surprise.
"Ginny! How do you manage to Floo so quietly?" She pulled back the covers and snuggled into the bed with Harry.
"It's a talent, I guess! I just had to be with you one more time before I left."
"It's okay. I'm glad you came." He kissed her, trying to show how much he loved her in the one kiss. She seemed to sense it, as she kissed him more passionately than she ever had before. She pulled back and smiled almost shyly. Harry smiled back at her, and an hour later they were both asleep with those same smiles on their faces.
When he woke up the next morning, Ginny wasn't there. He quickly got dressed and apparated to the Burrow. He managed to say goodbye to Ginny one last time before she left.
Ginny was standing in the middle of Professor Dumbledore's office, spinning around and around uncontrollably. She was feeling sicker with each rotation…
Ginny's eyes shot open. She leapt out of bed and made it to the bathroom just in time to be noisily and violently sick in the toilet. A lamp flickered on, and another girl in a bathrobe stepped into the room.
"Gin, what's wrong?" asked the girl concernedly.
"I have no idea, Emily," said Ginny before diving back into the toilet.
"Ginny, I'm taking you to Madam Pomfrey."
She just nodded weakly as Emily helped her to her feet. They had just reached the portrait hole when something clicked vaguely in Ginny's head. She asked Emily to wait for a second while she went to check something. Ginny quickly found what she was looking for: her calendar. She took one glance at it, and right away she knew what was wrong with her. She made her way back to the portrait hole.
"I think I'm pregnant," she said to Emily in a much calmer tone than she felt. Then she ran back to the bathroom.
"Well Miss Weasley, you're definitely pregnant," said Madam Pomfrey matter-of-factly. "About four weeks along, to be exact."
"Oh no, no, no, no, no, no," Ginny shook her head, almost in disbelief though she knew it to be true. "I thought we'd used the contra-charm. How am I supposed to tell my parents? Oh god, how am I supposed to tell Harry? One thing's for certain, neither of you, under any circumstances, will tell anyone about this but Professor McGonagall. There's only a month left of school, so no one has to know until after graduation." The medi-witch and Emily nodded in understanding.
"One other thing is for certain, Miss Weasley," said Madam Pomfrey. "You will perform the pre-natal and anti-morning sickness spells everyday. Just be warned, the anti-morning sickness one doesn't work for everyone." And just as if to prove her point, Ginny was promptly sick once again.
Harry sat up in his bed, smiling out of his window at the outside world. For the first time in a long time, everything was going right.
"So this is the plan. Once the Potter bastard is born, vhenever that may be, ve vill kidnap him and kill him before he gets old enough to do any real damage. And just to be safe, ve vill kill his parents too." The master was sitting in his armchair facing the large fire that was just as frightening as him. His minions nodded, laughing evilly. The master joined in, a scary, menacing smile curled his lipless mouth.
A/N: So there it is, chapter four. I know it took a while, I'm sorry. To answer macjunkie's question, the minions of the master are the never mentioned siblings of Old Voldy's Death Eaters. I don't know why, but the barriers I put between some of the paragraphs don't show up, so when it skips to Ginny at Hogwarts it's about a month after. Also, Dumbledore is still dead in this story, but I always pictured his office to still be called Dumbledore's office no matter who the headmaster/mistress is. Oh, and the Easter dinner molly made is something my grandma used to make for Christmas…although I'm technically Jewish…it's confusing. OK, now I'm just rambling, so…anyway, reviews are always appreciated!