As the weeks passed Ginny grew more and more excited. Especially once a small bump began to protrude from her usually flat stomach. She awoke early the morning of her first scan, wanting to get to the hospital in plenty of time. She stepped down the stairs slowly, attempting to keep the sickness at bay. As Harry made breakfast she stayed upstairs, not wanting to smell the food.
"Ginny." Harry called up the stairs "Are you coming down to breakfast?"
"No. I'm not eating." She replied, hoping he didn't pursue to topic as she didn't want to think about food.
"Are you sure, do you want some toast, cereal, fruit?" He continued.
"No, I don't want to be sick." Ginny replied.
Harry didn't press the subject, knowing that he couldn't convince his wife to do anything she didn't want to
Ginny pulled a brush through her long, auburn hair and quickly shoved it up in a high ponytail. She pulled on a loose purple smock top and leggings as her jeans were beginning to feel tight and she couldn't wear robes because they were visiting a muggle hospital.
"You look beautiful." Harry informed Ginny on the way to the hospital. Ginny blushed as she always did when complimented. As soon as they pulled into the car park she jumped out the car.
"Slow down Ginny, you're not going to be late." Harry assured her. He placed his hand around her shoulders and together they stepped into the hospital.
"I always hate the smell of muggle hospitals." Harry complained, holding a hand over his mouth. "It reminds me of the Dursleys."
Ginny clenched her teeth, she hated to hear about the Dursleys, it made her feel so angry that these people neglected and mistreated Harry for 10 years.
"I wish Saint Mungo's did this sort of thing." Sighed Ginny; attempting to change the subject from Harry's childhood. Saint Mungo's didn't do pregnancies or births as, being the only wizard hospital in the country, there would be too many people needing to use the limited number of rooms and muggle hospitals were perfectly capable of supplying the level of care needed by Witch's having children. Some families, such as the Malfoys, refused to have children in hospitals as they did not want 'filthy Muggles' bringing their child into the world, these families chose to give birth at home.
Ginny sat down in the waiting room, feeling uncomfortable. Harry took her hand in his in an attempt to calm her. Though Ginny was not prejudiced enough to refuse to use muggle hospitals she still felt a little uncomfortable about it.
"Ginny Potter?" Called a smiling middle aged nurse whose slowly greying hair was scraped into a tight bun.
Ginny sat gripping Harry's hand as the nurse measured and checked her baby to make sure everything was okay.
Ginny stared at the strange picture on the screen, that was her child, her baby.
"The baby seems to be in perfect health." Confirms the nurse, Ginny gave a sigh of relief.
"Would you like to know the gender?" The nurse questions.
Ginny looked towards Harry.
"Yes Please." He replied.
"It's a boy." The nurse smiled.
Ginny's eyes filled with tears of happiness. They left the room and hurriedly sped out the hospital not wanting to linger inside. As they stepped out into the warm June sunshine Ginny's heart inflated with happiness. It had finally become real, seeing the picture of her son on the screen. She gripped Harry's hand, hoping her son inherited those emerald green eyes and that messy black hair. She smiled contentedly to herself.
