CHAPTER 9

(Amy's POV)

I opened my eyes and got out of bed as carefully as a pregnant person could. I looked over at my sleeping husband, remembering my last birthday.

I felt lips on my ear and opened my eyes to find my husband over me.

"Happy Birthday Amy," he whispered, his breath tickling me. I moved my lips quickly to cover his.

"It is because you're with me," I said.

"I made you breakfast, just a minute," he said before he turned and grabbed a tray that was on the nightstand. The tray held a stack of pancakes, sasages, bacon and eggs and a glass of red wine.

"How exactly did you know that red wine is my favorite?" I asked, puzzled because he wasn't around when I started drinking wine.

"These are just the kinds of things a husband should know," he replied mysteriously.

"Fine, don't tell me," I said, before taking a bite of the pancakes. "You've become a really good cook babe," I said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Then I took a drink of the red wine and felt something slip into my mouth. I looked at Harry, who was looking at me with anticipation on his face, and raised my other hand and spit something into it.

I saw a ring on my hand and looked to my husband for explanation.

"Amy, I love you, I'm going to spend the rest of my life with you. I think you deserve a wedding that has more planning than can be done in just a week. Will you marry me, again?" he said after he got down on one knee.

"The first one was perfect, because of you. I don't care about anything else. But, yes, I'll marry you again," I said, moving the tray and throwing myself into his arms so I could kiss him. Before I could kiss him though he leaned back, took the ring from my hand and put it on my left ring finger. i smile as I looked down at both rings before pulling him in and kissing him.

He pulled away and picked me up, but once he set me on the bed again I felt the overwhelming urge to puke and ran to the bathroom. Once I finished puking I stood and brushed my teeth.

"Are you okay?" I heard Harry ask. I looked over at him and saw that he was standing in the doorway, concern etched on his face.

"Yeah, I think so. I've been doing this a lot lately," I paused, trailing off into thought.

He waved a hand in front of my face, "Hello? Are you with me here?" he asked, his concern for me still showing on his face and in his voice.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I think I know what's wrong though. I'll be back," I said rushing from the room without turning the water off. I took off my pajamas and threw on some clothes. I felt Harry watching me from the door to the bathroom so I walked over and gave him a kiss before telling him that I'd be home soon and Apparating.

When I arrived home an hour later he was sitting on the couch, looking at paperwork. He looked up at the sound of my arrivial though.

"Where did you go?" he asked as he moved the paperwork aside.

"I went to see Madam Pomfrey," I said excitedly, "She says I'm pregnant again!" I exclaimed.

He sat there in shock for a moment before standing and pulling me into his arms. He picked me up off my feet and twirled me, grinning the whole time.

"That's fantastic," he said.

"I'm glad you're happy," I said before he lowered me to his lips and kissed me.

"The kids are at Hermione's. Which means we have the whole day to ourselves to celebrate your birthday," he said as we made our way to the stairs.

"Hey," Harry said, placing a hand on my stomach, "are you okay?" he asked. I guess I had been so lost in memories I hadn't noticed him wake up.

I smiled and nodded, "Yeah, I'm fine," I said before leaning down to kiss him. "I have to get to work," I said, breaking away.

"Yeah, I guess I do, too," he said. "Let me go get the kids up," he said, rubbing his eyes and getting out of bed as I walked to my closet. I pulled out my blue robes and slipped out of my pajamas before putting them on.

Harry reappeared in the bedroom a second later. "They're up," he said before he changed into his own work robes.

"Okay," he said after he was ready, "I'm goning to leave now and take the kids. I'll see you later," he said, placing a kiss on my cheek because I was busy trying to put my shoes on over my very pregnant stomach.

I finally finished my task and turned to him, "Alright, babe, see you later," I gave him a kiss on the lips. "I love you."

"I love you too," he said before leaving the room again. I watched where he disappeared for a moment.

'I can't believe that I've been teaching a whole term. This Friday the term ends and then the following Sunday I get to marry the man of my dreams. Again. This time though, it'll be even more perfect. The last one was okay, because of who I married. To be honest though, I had wished it would have been more planned. Now it will be planned and it really will be perfect, especially since I get to share my wedding day with my twin sister, while she marries the man of her dreams. That day will be perfect,' I thought.

When I broke out of my thoughts it was almost time for me to start class. I walked to my classroom to find a couple of students out there. "The bell hasn't rang yet, has it?" I asked as I wobbled over.

The girl, Laci Watson, shook her head, "I just had a couple of questions to ask you,"" she said. I looked at her companions, Duncan Radcliffe and Logan Grint and back to her.

"Yeah, sure, just come into the class room," I said as I opened the door and walked inside. They were seventh years, my first class of the day, and there was hardly a time all year when I had seen them away from each other. It kind of reminded me of Harry, Ron and Hermione when they were in school. That's why I wasn't supried in the least when Laci and Logan had started dating.

When I reached my desk I started rearranging papers and Laci started talking.

"Well, I'm writing a report and I was wondering if," she paused, "well, maybe," she paused again.

"Oh bloody hell, she wants to interview with you," Logan spoke up.

"Language, Mr. Grint," I said as Laci said, "Logan, I was getting to that."

He looked at me sheepishly and then looked at Laci, "You were taking forever. It's not like you were asking her for her blood or anything," he replied. The whole time Duncan was watching this exchange with a amused grin on his face.

I turned back to Laci and said, "Yes, you can interview me. Do you have time after dinner?" I asked.

She nodded, "Thanks Professor," she said as the bell rang.

"Now I suggust you three take your seats," I said as the class started coming in.

(Lelas POV)

"Wake up Jason," I said as I was getting out of bed. He sat up, rubbed his eyes and looked at the clock.

"Bloody hell, I'm not supposed to be up for another 30 minutes, what are you thinking?" he asked.

"Well, I was about to leave for my dress fitting appointment. I wanted to say bye to you," I said, sending him my worst glare before stalking out of the room. I stopped out side the door, "3...2...1," I said to myself. Right as I said one he came running out of the room.

He looked around and spotted me, "I'm sorry love. I didn't mean it," he said, pulling me close and giving me a kiss on the cheek.

I leaned back, "I told you about my appoinment yesterday, and two days ago, and last week. How could you not know?" I asked.

"It's not that I didn't know. My mind just wasn't clear yet. I'm really truly sorry and I can't wait to see you in the dress on Saturday," he said and this time I let him kiss me.

"Apology accepted. I'll see you later. Remember, your appoinment is at 3 o'clock. Be on time," I said sternely before Apparating.

I walked up to the front desk and tapped on the bell.

"Ahh, Miss Bradshaw, you're right on time, come on back here," I heard a voice drifting from behind the shelves. It took me a second to realize she was talking to me. I hadn't gotten use to going by the name Bradshaw really, even though I had started being called by that last name over nine months ago. 'I'm going to have to be called something else after Saturday. That will be much more easier to get used to,' I thought to myself.

"Come over here and put the dress on, then get up on the stool," she said, pointing to the stool that was in the middle of the room. I took the robes and walked to the fitting room. When I was in the dress I realized that something wasn't right. 'This is Amy's dress, the stomach is way too huge to be mine. I'm five months, not nine,' I thought to myself.

I walked out of the fitting room and over to the owner of the muggle shop that Amy and I decided to go to so we could wear muggle wedding dresses. "Excuse me, I think you gave me Amy's dress," I said.

"Oh, dear, I'm so sorry about that. Just let me grab yours," she said, entering a door that was hidden. I assumed it was where she was kept the robes she was working on. She reappeared a second later, carrying another white wedding dress. I smiled and took it from her before walking back to the fitting room.

I changed and walked back out carrying Amy's dress. Mine wasn't the same as Amy's at all. Both Amy and I had got our dream dress made. Her dress was strapless and she was wearing elbow legnth gloves and mine had sleeves. We tried to be different because we're twins, but it was hard.

I stepped up on the stool and admired myself in the mirror. I couldn't wait for Saturday, when Amy and I would walk down the aisle together, to the men of our dreams. I sighed thinking about it. It would be just brilliant.

The only reason we had to wait until Saturday was because we had to wait until Amy was finished teaching so they wouldn't have to worry about Amy having to work. We all wanted it to be sooner. Though Amy partly wanted to wait until she had their new son, she didn't want to wait to renew her vows with Harry. They had planned to wait to find out the sex of the baby, but about a month ago Amy just couldn't wait any longer.

The wedding was going to be perfect. We had done a lot of serious planning and right now we both thought that it couldn't be any better. All we really had left to do was pick out the bridesmaids robes. We were doing that this evening actually. Jason and Harry had decided on groomsmen and Amy and I had decided on bridesmaids.

We were having it in the church where Gwen and Sirius had planned on getting married. Amy had looked through Gwen's diary to figure out where that was. Then our reception would be at the Burrow.

Amy and I had spent a lot more time planning the wedding than Jason and Harry did. We only occasionally ran things by them before they were decided. Usually we just decided and then told them our decisions later. I was standing on the stool, picturing my whole wedding, when I heard the voice of the muggle who was altering my dress pierce my thoughts.

"Well, Miss Bradshaw, I think I'm done with you. You can pick it up Saturday morning or Friday evening, whatever is best for you. Also, make sure your sister knows I'm finished with her dress and it's ready to be picked up as well," she said.

"I'll tell her," I said, admiring myself in the mirror once more before stepping off of the stool and walking back into the fitting room. I took the dress off carefully and hung it up before putting my own muggle clothes back on and walking out of the fitting room.

I smiled at her, "I left the dress in there. I'll see you when I pick it up. Thank you for all your help," I said before leaving the store.

(Harry's POV)

"Hey love," Amy's voice broke into my thoughts as she gave me a kiss on the lips. I looked up from my paperwork at her.

"Hey, thanks," I said, moving my paperwork and taking the plate she handed to me. The next second Emma and Richard both came running from their bedroom and each of them hugged onto one of Amy's legs. She laughed and ruffled both of their hair. She was about to sit down when there was a knock on the door.

"Expecting someone?" I asked as she stood. She nodded and walked, well wobbled, over to the door. I heard her open the door, greet whoever was there and wobble back to the couch with someone following her.

"Laci, this is my daughter, Emma, my son, Richard and my husband, Harry. Everyone, this is Laci Watson, a seventh year student of mine. She's interviewing me for an essay she's doing," she said.

I nodded and smiled, "It's nice to meet you," I said before taking a bite of the potatoes that were on the plate that Amy had brought me.

I listened as this girl, Laci, asked my wife questions, but I couldn't take my eyes off of Amy, knowing that we'd be renewing our vows in a few short days.

I turned my attention to the girl asking the questions. She had straight, bottle blonde hair, green eyes, and seemed to be long and lanky. I was about to turn my attention back to my wife, but then a question Laci asked caught my attention.

"How did defeating the Dark Lord feel?" she asked and I realized she was looking at me.

"Uhh, there isn't really a way to describe the feeling," I replied, taking Amy's hand.

"No one really knows, how exactly did you do it?" she asked as she took notes on what was being said.

"Well, I was captured by Death Eaters and held captive for five years," she nodded as I paused. "One day they took me back to my old house, the one that didn't get destroyed when Voldemort," she visibly flinched at the sound of the name, "killed my parents. Voldemort," she flinched again, "planned on destroying it when he killed me. I had already been planning to go there, before I was even captured, so that I could get the power I needed there to defeat Voldemort," I saw her flinch again, though the corner of my eye because I was staring off at nothing. "I found what I needed and I cast a spell, that brought back the people he killed while it killed him," I paused.

Amy scooted closer to me and held my other hand, making sure I knew she was there. "It almost killed me as well. It would have if Amy hadn't came and helped me," I came back to reality, out of the memory, and looked at Amy, but couldn't manage to smile. "After the spell was finished everyone it had brought back faded away again and I destroyed my parents house," I finished, hoping to never have to relive that again.

Laci came out of shock and nodded. "I'm really sorry I made you relive that," she said sincerly. Then she looked down at all she had written down. She seemed to be debating with herself then looked confident as she made her decision. "I won't put that in my essay," she said, ripping the last bit of her parchment off and throwing it into the fire on the other side of the room.

I managed a half smile of thanks. She smiled back with a 'I won't speak a word of this to anyone' look.

I realized Amy was still looking at me with concern. I turned to give her a smile when there was another knock on the door.

She got up resolutely and waddled to the door. I heard Lela's voice coming from the doorway and remembered that they were going to pick out their bridesmaids robes today.

Amy waddled back int the room with Lela following. She was about to sit back down when she remembered Laci. "This is my sister, Lela. Lela, this is Laci, a seventh year student who was interviewing me. We're done, aren't we?" she asked.

Laci nodded and stood, "Thank you so much for your time, Professor. It was very nice to meet you Mr. Potter. Nice to meet you too, Lela," she said shaking her hand before practically running to the door.

Amy turned and sat down next to me as Lela sat down and Emma and Richard jumped on her lap. "Are you okay?" Amy asked me in a whisper, both of my hands in hers again.

"I'm fine, I swear," I said and this time I managed to smile. She looked like she was still concerned, but nodded and gave me a kiss anyway.

"C'mon Emma, Richard, let's go," I said as I stood. They both looked like they wanted to complain, but neither of them did as they followed me to their room.

(Amy's POV)

"What happened?" I heard Lela as as I watched Harry's departing form.

I turned to look at her, "He just had to relive what he did to defeat the Dark Lord. As far as I know he hasn't done that yet. It was just hard on him. I'm worried about him," I said, still remembering that look on his face as he was telling the story. I sighed and shhok my head, as if I could shake the memory out.

"On a happier note, we still have to pick the bridesmaids robes to pick out and those will be easy because we can alter them with magic,"Lela said.

I smiled and nodded, "Are our dresses done?" I asked as the question popped into my head.

She grinned, "We'll look beautiful. Even if you are pregnant. You're the most beautiful pregnant person I know, only because I haven't seen myself pregnant," she joked.

I laughed, but still couldn't get that image out of my head. I couldn't stop being concerned for him.

"C'mon, we need the robes by Saturday remember, and it's Wednesday," Lela said as she sat next to me and pulled out the catalog and placed it on out laps.

I sighed and placed my concern aside. I smiled as I started looking for bridesmaids robes with my sister, trying to think about only good thoughts, like my wedding in a few days.