A/N: Wow! Another chapter, so soon? Why, yes. So here's the deal. I'm stuck at my dad's house, so I'm taking advantage of the laptop and writing software. And not to mention the fact that there's nothing better to do. So I'm writing again. Here's chapter 8 of Harry's Reaction~

Ginny woke up before Harry did, which was a rarity. She had been restless most of the night, after sleeping for a few solid hours. Rolling over and looking at Harry's sleeping face, Ginny got up. She stretched and went to take a quick shower, knowing that the sound would gently wake up Harry. He was such a light sleeper.

Lo and behold, once Ginny got out of the shower, Harry was up and about. She heard him downstairs. He's probably trying to cook something, she thought. She got dressed and went downstairs.

She was right, of course. Harry was attempting to cook some toast, but all he was achieving was making a mess. She laughed.

Harry whirled around at the sound, and smiled.

"You woke up before I did," his voice mock-accusatory.

"Yes, I did. You slept relatively late, for you." Her tone mirrored his.

Ginny walked over and gave Harry a hug around the middle. She looked up at him through her ginger lashes.

"Did you know that, among your many wonderful talents, you can not cook?" She asked, smiling.

"I can too cook!" Harry protested. "It might not be the best cooking around, but I can make a half way decent meal." He added defensively.

"I thought we agreed that I would do the cooking, and you would do the cleaning?" Ginny raised her eyebrows, challenging him to defy her. He knew what would happen if he did. After all, Ginny didn't grow up with 6 brothers for nothing.

"Well, I had gotten hungry." Harry halfway whined.

"You're always hungry, Harry." Ginny laughed.

Just then, the couple was disrupted from their sickeningly playful banter by a tapping at their window. On the window sill sat a golden owl.

"I wonder who that's from." Harry pondered aloud as he went to the window and opened it, letting the owl in.

Strapped to its leg were two envelopes, each bearing either Harry or Ginny's name. Harry untied the envelopes, and handing Ginny the one that had her name on it as he opened the one that had his name on it.

Inside, there were two pieces of parchment folded in intricate patterns. This striking him as odd, Harry unfolded the parchments.

Dear Mr. Harry Potter,

We are pleased to invite you to the annual celebration of The End. The festivities will take place on Hogwarts grounds, outside by the lake, weather permitting. It will be at 12 o'clock noon on Saturday, May 2nd.

You would be an honored guest at the event, and we hope you will attend.

Best wishes,

Professor M. McGonagall.

Harry's brow puckered as he thought this over. He just shrugged and looked at the second piece of parchment.

Dear Harry,

I would like to have you know that at this celebration, you will not be required to give a speech as you have at previous occasions. But your presence would still be appreciated.

I hope you and Ginny are well.

Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall.

Harry couldn't help but smile at this. His old professor, now Headmistress, could be harsh sometimes but there never was a doubt that she cared about her students dearly.

Ginny walked over to read the letter in Harry's hand. He just handed it to her and took hers. Her invitation was the same as his, and she got a "personal letter" from McGonagall too. Hers wasn't about not making a speech, though. It was mainly just making sure everything was fine.

"Well, it's a good thing that you don't have to make a speech, I guess." Ginny said once she had finished reading his letters. She handed them back to Harry.

"I guess so," Harry shrugged. He walked over to the calendar, setting his letters down on the table along the way. Today was Friday, April 24th, so they had a week and a day before the celebration.

Harry looked up at the ceiling as his alarm clock started to blare. He had 45 minutes until his meeting. He sighed. Harry loved being Head Auror, but there are pluses and minuses to the job. The meetings and such were some of the minuses.

"You'd better go get ready." Ginny said.

Harry nodded, leaned in and kissed her, and walked back upstairs. He took a shower, got dressed, and walked back downstairs to find some toast and bacon and Ginny gone. There was a note on the table by the letters he had gotten from McGonagall.

Dearest Harry,

I have a doctor's appointment today that I need to get going to. I'm probably going to eat in Diagon Alley afterwards. I'll see you at dinner then.

Love you!

Gin

Harry had forgotten that she had had a doctor's appointment today. He hoped everything would be ok.

Once again, Harry heard his alarm blaring, signaling for him that he only had 5 minutes to get to his meeting.

"Alright, I'm going! You can shut up now!" he said as he grabbed the toast and bacon and walked out the door.

--- After the meeting, but before Harry gets off work. Ginny just got out of the doctor's ---

Ginny walked around Diagon Alley. Her appointment had gone pretty well. All they did was a routine prenatal check up. They gave her the necessary vitamins and such. She decided to head into the Leaky Cauldron for lunch. Once inside, she ordered a light soup and some bread.

She peacefully ate her lunch, then went back home. There she found everything the way she left it, except the food was gone. She presumed that Harry took the food before he went to his meeting.

She walked into the sitting room and, shocker, she sat on the couch. She yawned and then decided to go up to her room and take a small nap. She hoped she wouldn't sleep to long, but didn't really care if she did.

Her last thought was that Harry could make due with dinner on his own.

A/N: pretty sucky and uneventful chapter I know. But I needed to get across the news about McGonagall's celebration. That's crucial to the story, so I decided this would be the best way. All in all, I don't like this chapter. But I hope you review anyways! It's not that hard to press the green-ish button right below the story! Thanks again.

-- Zenelia Sky