Pitter Patter

Chapter 9

"We're in Witch Weekly." Ginny said, not at all interested. They'd been in the magazine before and the story was either made up or something they already knew. She flung the thing across the table, where it hit Harry square in the face.

"Thanks Gin." Harry said sarcastically. Ginny just pulled her tongue out him. He ignored his immature wife and began to read the article which was headed with a large picture of the couple at a Quidditch convention last year.

PITTER PATTER OF POTTER FEET

By Romilda Vain

It can be confirmed that Harry Potter (Boy-who-lived, Chosen One and defender of the wizarding world) is expecting a baby with his partner; Quidditch star Ginny Weasley.

The couple were seen leaving St Mungo's Maternity Ward last week, both extremely happy.

BUT will it be all sunshine and butterflies from here on in?

Ginny Weasley has been playing Quidditch since leaving Hogwarts School Of Witch Craft And Wizardry but now has been forced to quit. An insider at St Mungo's told us 'She seemed very upset at the news she would have to quit. In fact, I thought she was going to throw a wobbler!' I think it's safe to say Miss Weasley is so used to her fame that as soon as this baby is born, she'll be back in the sky, leaving Harry Potter holding the baby. And where will our great hero be then? Knee deep in baby sick, dirty nappies and formula milk.

Harry just stared at the glossy sheets of paper in his hands, completely and utterly gobsmacked. He calmly got up and placed it in the bin.

"Witch Weekly seems unable to acknowledge that we're married. Even though they threw a massive fit when we wouldn't let them report on the wedding." He said sitting back down and tucking into his bacon sandwich.

"That's probably why. Any wedding not reported on by Witch Weekly is not legitimate." Ginny said before picking up a letter addressed to her. She tore the wax seal and began to read the parchment letter inside.

Dear Mrs Potter,

It has come to my attention that you have been unable to carry on playing with the Holyhead Harpies due to your current condition.

I believe that your experience in playing would make you an exquisite Quidditch reporter due to your knowledge of the beautiful game and extreme skill. Therefore I am offering you the job as junior Quidditch reporter. If you wish to carry on your career as a professional player after your child is born then that will not harm your chances of receiving the job. But, as the Muggles say, we shall cross that bridge when we come to it.

If you are considering taking the position then please owl my secretary and we shall arrange a lunch meeting as well as a formal meeting with the head editor of The Prophet

Yours faithfully

Alan Hodgkins

Head of Quidditch

The Prophet

Ginny just stared at the letter, weighing up her options. Either enter a job that she'd never done before but involved something she loved or wait until the baby was born and go and play Quidditch again. Although she loved Quidditch, she never wanted to get to the point where she hated it. After a particularly long and difficult she sometimes found she was. She'd always thought she'd move on at some point anyway. She didn't want to end up getting too many bludgers to the head and losing too many brain cells that all she could do was play.

She'd always liked writing, even after the events of her first year. Combining two of her favourite things was surely the best option?

"Harry? How do you feel about me working at the Prophet?"

xxxxxx

Ginny wrapped her coat more firmly around her and picked up her pace. She couldn't help feeling that someone was watching her and it made her uncomfortable. She'd just left the Prophet office. Having accepted the post a junior quidditch reporter, she'd been invited to the offices, where she'd been shown around, introduced to and taught the ropes. Now she looking forward to a nice hot meal and an evening in with Harry.

Ginny stopped walking, the hairs on her neck rising. She turned slowly. Even after all these years since Voldemort's demise she was still ready to defend at the slightest notice.

However, after checking the surrounding area three times, Ginny decided there was nobody there. She still couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched so she hurried into a nearby alleyway and disapparated.

What Ginny failed to see was the old woman, hiding in the shadows between two houses, staring intently at the spot where Ginny had just disappeared.

A/N: Sorrys not going to cover it is it guys? No thought not. I'd make excuses but there are none that explain why I've not updated for over a year. A YEAR! It's bloody ridiculous! So heres a chapter and I'm in the process of writing the next aaaand I've edited all the chapters before this so go back and reread. Theres a few things I've changed

Anyway, hope you enjoyed aaand just so you know, reviews make my day :)

Oh by the way, I have a piece of advice for you: When in doubt, eat a jam sandwich ;)