Harry Potter and the Unprecedented Situations

Disclaimer: I am not J.K Rowling, nor do I own the Harry Potter characters or franchise.

Warning: Story contains lemon scenes, violent births, death, and mature language.

Chapter Eight

Six months after the war

One day before the wedding

Harry's POV:

It had been five days, two hours, fifteen minutes, and six seconds since the night I had been attacked. I have had no rest since that afternoon; nightmares in my mind ranged from Voldemort, to my werewolf self mulling a very pregnant Ginny to death.

Ginny was always there for me as I awoke deranged, comforting me when I needed her most. Teddy was at Tonk's mother's home, as he was every weekend, while Hermione and I prepared wolfsbane for Ginny's and mine wedding night. The full moon was tomorrow, and perfection was necessary for Ginny's safety.

"It's nearly finished Harry, Ill keep an eye on it. Im sure Ginny wants you." Hermione muttered, entranced by the complex potion's directions.

Thanking her, I left the basement. Heading upstairs, I found Ginny on the sofa. Her hand was stroking an old looking, leather-bound book. Curious, I approached closer.

My curiosity growing as I slipped behind her unnoticed, my senses and reflexes twice as powerful since being bitten. Her fingers traced a large, engraved "P" on the book cover, and I tilted my head confused.

"What have you got there?" I muttered, leaping over the sofa and landing in a sitting position next to her. Ginny jumped startled, briefly frozen before timidly cuddling to my side.

"It's your family album." She smiled softly at me, placing it on my lap.

Wordlessly, I stroked its smooth cover before flipping it open. The opening photo was my mother and father. It seemed it was some sort of school dance, because they looked about Ginny's age. Their bodies were pressed together, as they gracefully moved across the dance floor. My mother smiling brightly, looking beautiful with her dark red hair and emerald green dress pressed to my fathers figure. His mysterious smile, messy hair, round spectacles, and smart dress robes balanced my mothers grace and perfection.

"It's amazing" I whispered, and Ginny held my arm. She gave me a slight squeeze of reassurance.

I eagerly turned the page, and found my father playfully shoving Sirius. Lupin was laughing as he tripped; being my godfather tumbled into him. Peter was at a distance, watching with distaste. The caption below the photo read; Another day in paradise. Photo taken by Lily Evans- Potter.

My smile brightened, as I flipped to the next page. Ginny sighed with a smile as my eyes watered. My parents were having a small wedding. My father was kissing my mother with such passion that my heart ached. Black and Lupin were smiling brightly, clearly happy for my parents. Peter was no where, but Dumbledore was the minister it seemed.

The next dozen were of their wedding, each picture amazing in its own way. I felt like I attended it, stealing their memories into my mind.

The next few were of my parents, my mother heavily pregnant with me. This time my tears flowed freely and Ginny held me closer. My mother looked the same as the wedding, leading me to believe they were hardly married before conceiving me.

My father was holding her around her waist; they both looked blissfully unaware about the future they held within my mother's womb. They were kissing in a few, some even had Sirius smiling as his hand grasped my mothers shoulder. They looked so young and alive it hurt.

The gross and oddly touching photos were of my birth. My father looked amazed as my mother painstakingly pushed, every moment and detail caught in camera. My father cut the cord, looking proud, worried, and excited as he held me. My mother looked exhausted, but proud as well while she held my sleeping, bundled form to her chest. Sirius seemed confused holding me, my body oddly in his grasp as he laughed for unknown reasons. Lupin was crying, and I couldn't help but chuckle seeing that.

The ones of me as a growing toddler seemed to be the hardest to look at. Every picture showed my milestones, but everyone's happiness was shadowed by worry and fear. They knew the end was coming, just not when.

Looking at Ginny, I had no words for her gift. Leaving the book open in its last page, I grasped her face within my hands and kissed her. I tasted her tears and her love, just as she must have tasted mine. The future was uncertain, but just as my parents had figured out, we would survive together.

AN: This chapter is my most favorite one to write, but it is the shortest. I did it this way, so the wedding can be long with all detail.