Harry's mind was blank.

"You were what?" he asked, his voice weak.

"P-pregnant," Ginny managed to choke out through her sobs

"Does that mean that you're, I mean, now?" Harry asked, his mind still reeling from what Ginny had told him.

"No. It-the baby-was left with my body in the future. I-you know that only our memories came back."

"You found this out before we left, and you tell me now?" Harry asked, his voice getting louder. The shock he had felt at first was giving way to anger and hurt.

"You don't understand!" Ginny exclaimed, "You were happier. You had a light in your eyes. After years and years you had hope, and I couldn't-"

"You treated me like porcelain. How could you keep something like this away from me?" Harry yelled, getting up from the bed.

"You don't understand-"

"You're right, I don't understand. Because you didn't tell me!"

"What are you doing Harry?" Ginny asked

Harry had walked to the door, and his hand was on the doorknob.

"I need some time alone, Ginny."

And with that, he wrenched the door open and closed it behind him.

Before the door closed, he heard Ginny call out.

"Harry, please-"

Her plea was cut off by the effective silencing charm.

Harry leaned his back against the door and slowly slid down. He sat with his knees pulled up to his chest and his head buried in his anger had vanished as soon as he heard Ginny call out to him, but he knew that it would come back if he saw her again soon. He usually had a tight reign on his temper, but when he was angry, he usually said something he later regretted.

How could Ginny keep something so big from him? He had thought that she trusted him.

"No more secrets," he whispered to himself. That's what Ginny had told him so many years ago.

Harry thought of what Ginny had revealed. A baby. He could have been a father...

'No, you couldn't have been a father,' a voice in the back of his head said. He suspected strongly that this was his conscience.

"Yes," he whispered, "we could have stayed and been happy"

The thing with lying to yourself is that it never works.

Harry knew that he had stood on the edge of a spiralling depression. The only things that had kept him from falling into the deep, black pool of self hate had been Ginny and Ron. Of course, knowing that they were going to go back and saved those they had lost had helped. But he suspected that the knowledge of the prospect of losing a baby would have pushed him over the edge.

And Ginny didn't even find out until after she took the first dose of potion. He now remembered what Ginny had reminded him of before revealing her news.

What hurt the most was that Ginny hadn't told him. He heard rustling downstairs and decided to investigate.

Harry made his way down the stairs as silently as he could. He found Mr. Weasley at the table nursing a mug of hot cocoa.

"You're up quite late, Harry," Mr. Weasley said

"I-uh couldn't sleep," Harry said, shuffling his feet.

"As you can see, we're in the same boat," Mr. Weasley said with a smile, "How about you join me for a cup of cocoa, and see if that doesn't help?"

"I'd like that," Harry replied quietly, making his way to the table.

It was then that Harry realized just how much he had missed Arthur Weasley.

Arthur had welcomed Harry into his home on multiple occasions. Harry had never heard Arthur complain about the burden of having a wanted man stay at his house. Nor had he complained about the inconvenience that were the safety measures. He didn't hold it against him, that Harry had led most of his children into dangerous, and very often, life threatening situations. Instead, in his quiet and unassuming way, he helped Harry anyway he could.

Harry swallowed the lump that was forming in his throat as Mr. Weasley prepared a cup of hot chocolate.

He set the mug down in front of Harry then sat down.

Harry sipped the hot beverage, and looked into its deep brown depths.

He couldn't help but think of Ginny's eyes. While they were a much warmer shade of brown, he could vividly remember the tears that shone in them as he walked out of Ron's room.

"Can you forgive someone you love if they do something really bad?" Harry blurted out

Mr. Weasley looked quite surprised at his question. It wasn't something that twelve year old boys thought about, was it?

"What do you mean by really bad, Harry?"

"Uh, say they did something to hurt you, can you forgive them?" Harry inquired

"Well, if you love them yes. You don't love someone for their good qualities, you love their bad qualities as well."

"What if what they did was unforgivable?"

"Was it?" Mr. Weasley asked, curious as to who Harry was talking about.

"Er..."

"Don't worry Harry. You don't need to tell me. Just, are you willing to sever ties with this person? Could you be happy without this person in your life?" Mr. Weasley asked

"No." Harry replied without any hesitation. He was angry with Ginny, and he was hurt by his actions, but he knew beyond a doubt that he still loved her.

"Then yes, you can. I hate to sound cliche, but time heals all wounds."

"Thanks, Mr. Weasley."

"Call me Arthur, Harry. I have a felling that we're going to be seeing quite a bit of each other." the older man said with a smile

"Okay, Arthur. This cocoa is really good."

With that Harry and Arthur drank their cocoa in silence. Harry thought about what Mr. Weasl- Arthur had said. Merlin, it would be hard getting into the habit of calling Mr. Weasley, Arthur.

He wondered why Mr. Weas- Arthur hadn't asked Harry to call him by his first name the first time through.

Harry drank the last dregs of the cocoa before bidding Arthur a good night. Much calmer than he had been before, he made his way up to Ron's room.

Of course, now he had to face Ginny. He was still hurt that she hadn't told him. But most of his anger was gone.

He tentatively opened the door to find Ginny curled up on his bed. She was curled up in a ball and the tear stains were prominent of her face.

Harry felt a pang of guilt when he saw the tear tracks that marred her young face. Sitting down in a chair beside the bed, Harry slowly and softly stroked her hair. It was soft and silky, like always.

He didn't know how long he sat there stroking her hair.

"Do you hate me?" she asked. Harry was startled out of his thoughts, he hadn't realized Ginny had awakened.

"I could never hate you Ginny. Its just, I'm hurt that you didn't trust me."

"But I do. I trust you with everything. It's just, we were leaving, and there was nothing we could do." Ginny tried to explain

"Will you make me a promise?" Harry asked

"Anything." Ginny replied without hesitation

"No secrets. Never. From now on, no secrets whatsoever."

"I promise," Ginny replied instantly, "How about you?"

"I promise. Ginny. Uh, Ginny, I forgive you." As Harry said those words, he felt some of the hurt wash away.

Ginny's eyes welled up in tears. "I wish I could have had her," she whispered

"Me too. But would that have been a good world for her to live in?" Harry asked quietly.

"No, but it doesn't mean I didn't want her, because I did. I hadn't realized it until then, but I wanted her so much." Ginny said as tears ran down her already wet cheeks

"Then we'll get rid of Voldemort. We'll get rid of him, then we can start a family. We'll live in a cottage far away from anyone else." Harry told her

"It'll have lots of room to fly. And a pond, where the kids can swim." Ginny said

"And the kitchen will be warm, just like ti is here. And the Floo will be busy, with all your brothers and your Mum coming over all the time." Harry said

And as he and Ginny sat on the bed, wrapped up in each other's arms and painting an ideal future, Harry felt the hurt lessen and lessen until it disappeared.

They heard a a soft knock on the door.

"Guys, I think Ginny should get to her room. We all need some sleep." Ron said in a whisper through the door

"You can come in Ron," Ginny giggled, "I'm eleven. What do you think we're doing?"

"Nothing, I hope," he replied

"That's all we'll be doing for a while," Ginny informed him

"Unfortunately," Harry muttered under his breath.

Apparently, he wasn't quiet enough as Ginny giggled and Ron mock gagged.

"Enough of that, to your bed Miss. Weasley." Ron ordered

Ginny left the room with an impish grin and a salute to Ron.

Harry was still grinning as Ron turned to him with a serious expression on his face.

"Er, have you and Gin worked everything out, with you know..." Ron trailed off

"You better not let her hear you calling her Gin. But yeah, its we're good." Harry replied with a smile

"Good." Ron said as he got into bed.

"Mate?" Harry asked

"Yeah?"

"We need to talk," Harry said seriously

"Just what are we doing now?" Ron teased

"About Hermione."

"What about Hermione?' Ron asked the teasing tone gone from his voice

"Mate, I know you miss her. I miss her too, but you can't take things too fast. You've got to remember while your twenty four, she's eleven." Harry told him.

"I know Harry. You and Ginny have told me this enough," Ron said gruffly

"Are you planning on sticking to the plan?" Harry asked

"The plan where I have to wait for Hermione to join us, before we tell her we're from the future. The plan where you can be with Ginny, but I need to wait years until I can even tell Hermione that I love her. Yes, Harry I will stick to your bleeding plan."Ron said bitterly

"You know that I missed her Ron. She was my sister. I loved her too. Is it fair to tell her we came back for her? Is it fair to pretty much force her to make the choices we want her to make?" Harry asked him

"I KNOW IT'S NOT FAIR TO FORCE HER! BUT IT'S NOT BLOODY FAIR TO MAKE ME WAIT!" Ron bellowed. He lowered his voice, but it still held all the pain, "I've waited so long, Harry. I just, I can wait a bit longer. But I won't act like before. I won't wait forever, mind you."

"I'm not asking you to wait forever," Harry replied, "Just, wait until she made her choice. Be that her first year or her fourth year."

Ron didn't reply as he turned off the ligths and slipped into bed. Harry too lay and stared at the dark ceiling. After several minutes of silence, Harry thought Ron had fallen asleep.

"Thanks Harry," Ron said into the darkness

"Anytime Ron."

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