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Harry sat in the chair across from Hermione's bed so she could sleep. In his arms was his bundle of happiness: Emily Jean. He wondered about what her last name would be. Probably Weasley thought Harry. Hermione's last name is Weasley and it is technically Ron's baby. There's really no reason why she would give her my last name. Although Harry knew it would be unlikely that Emily would be given his last name, he still wished it would happen.

Harry rocked Emily back and forth. She made small cooing noises at him and he smiled back.

"You are going to grow up with so much love," said Harry to the baby. "You'll have two parents that love you more than anything. I want you to know that you can always come to your mother and me for anything. We will always support you and help you in everything you do," said Harry. Emily reached her little hand around Harry's finger. "You have a strong grip; just like your father," said Harry.

"Speaking of your father, let me tell you something about him," said Harry. "His name was Ron Weasley. He was the best friend of your mommy and me. He always stood by us and he risked his life for me so many times. He was willing to risk everything for me. It all started at Hogwarts. It was the three of us as best friends. Ron and your mommy started to like each other very much. They eventually started dating, and after some bad times passed they got married. Your mommy was so beautiful that day. Ron was a nervous wreck; he was trying to make everything so perfect. After they got married they moved in together and got pregnant with you. Then, although your daddy was really brave, he didn't come home one night." Harry held back the tears that were forming in his eyes.

"But don't you ever think that he didn't love you," said Harry. "He loves you so much," said Harry. Harry wiped the tear that began to slip from his eye. He swallowed the lump in his throat and pushed the thought of Ron out of his mind. He had used Hermione's pregnancy as a distraction and he hasn't really dealt with Ron's death. He hasn't accepted that the trio has been broken and the best friend he had is gone.

Once Harry had pulled himself together, he stood up with Emily. He figured it was time to update Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. He could only imagine that the entire Weasley clan was out there. He only hoped that Ginny wasn't there so the drama would be avoided.

Harry walked towards the door as quietly as possible. Hermione was still sleeping peacefully. He reached for the door and gently turned the knob. He took two steps out and turned around to close the door behind him. Harry turned again to face the waiting room, but instead of seeing the multiple red-haired smiling faces, Harry saw Ginny. She stood five feet away from Harry and her eyes did not move away from his.

"Ginny, what are you doing here," asked Harry. His voice was firm but he avoided instantly angering her while the baby was in his arms.

"Coming to see my niece of course," said Ginny. She stared at him angrily.

"Where are your parents?" asked Harry. He made sure to quickly search the room while keeping his eyes on Ginny. His grip on Emily increased as he realized that the other Weasleys were not in the room.

"Ginny, I think it would be better if you leave," said Harry. He glanced down the hall but there was no sign of anyone being near. Harry knew that he was slightly trapped. Very slowly, he reached one of his hands towards his back pocket. He knew that Ginny had some tricks up her sleeve and he was careful to not allow her to notice. He turned his body so Emily would be facing away from Ginny.

Ginny's eyes never left Harry's face. Her eyes were like a burning fire. She took a small step toward Harry and that's when Harry knew he needed to act.

He gripped the wand in his back pocket and instantly pulled it out. He pointed it towards the ceiling. Without a second-guess, Harry cursed the part of the ceiling between him and Ginny, sending it crashing down between them.

Emily instantly began crying and Harry ran inside of Hermione's room. Harry was already whispering every locking spell on the door that he could. Hermione was standing on the bed, reaching for Emily.

"What is going on?" screamed Hermione as the loud crashing sound began to settle. Harry ignored her question and continued to whisper his locking spell he could think of. He paused only for a moment.

"Take Emily and go home, now!" screamed Harry. Hermione looked confused.

"NOW!" screamed Harry. Hermione instantly grabbed the crying Emily and apparated home. Harry stood, wand in hand, waiting for Ginny to attack.

Harry sent a patronus out the window to the authorities. He didn't know where the Weasley's were but he knew that Ginny had done something to them. Harry stood for a few moments longer, staring at the door waiting for Ginny to attempt an attack. Nothing happened. He waited still, holding his breath; nothing happened.

Harry apparated home, deciding that he should help Hermione and Emily calm down.

Harry arrived inside his house with a small pop. Hermione stood in front of Emily in her crib with her wand facing Harry.

"Hermione, thank god you are okay," said Harry stepping towards Hermione.

"WHAT IS EMILY'S MIDDLE NAME!," screamed Hermione. Her wand stayed pointing at Harry's heart as she stared suspiciously at Harry.

"Jean," said Harry with his hands in the air. Hermione slowly lowered her wand and began shaking.

"Oh Harry, it's you! I'm so sorry I doubted you; I just don't know what is going on. Suddenly a loud crashing sound came and you were holding Emily and whispering locking charms and then yelling at me to go home," said Hermione collapsing into Harry's arms.

"I know, I'm sorry Hermione. It was Ginny…"

But before Harry could finish his sentence, Ginny had erupted into the room. Hermione turned to run for Emily but she was too late, Ginny had already cursed her towards the opposite wall. Hermione hit it hard and fell towards the floor; She didn't move. Harry made a dodge for Emily but was a split second too late as Ginny lifted the baby in the air.

"Take another step towards me and Emily gets the same fate," said Ginny. She glared at Harry.

Harry stopped. He stared at Ginny as his mind searched for anything that would save her. If he failed, it was probable that Emily and Hermione could lose their lives. Harry faced Ginny.

"What is it that you want?" asked Harry. Although he was stalling for time, he was genuinely curious how Ginny could be doing this. He knew she was angry with him for being with Hermione after Ron's death, but he never expected her to turn so violent like she suddenly has. He had once been in love with Ginny and he knew that a part of him always would. They had shared moments together that he had never shared with anyone else.

"Harry, isn't it simple? Of course, you always complicate a situation, don't you?" sneered Ginny. She stared at Harry with a slight smile on her face.

"Oh Harry, I came home and was expecting you to be right there waiting for me. Remember how you said you'd love me forever?" asked Ginny. She cocked her head to the right. "Remember, Harry?" Ginny had a full smile on her face now. "But what did you do, Harry? You couldn't keep your hands to yourself. No, you just had to flirt with Hermione. If she wasn't pregnant with my brother's child then I guess it would only of hurt me. But you are trying to sit here and father Ron's daughter as if she was your own. Do I sense a bit of jealousy towards Ron?" asked Ginny.

"You left Ginny. Ron died and Hermione came to me. She was alone. Neither of us planned to fall in love. I am not here to fulfill some dream I had long ago. I am here because I love Hermione and I know Ron would of wanted me here," said Harry. He had settled on a spell but realized it was a long shot. He decided to stall longer in hope of the authorities showing up soon.

"Oh Harry, do you really think Ron would want you here and not him? Do you honestly think so?" said Ginny. She let out a laugh. "You do know how he died don't you, Potter? He died because he was defending your name,"

"What?" said Harry.

"Oh Potter, you didn't know. How cute. He heard one of the men from the terrorist group talking about how weak you were during the final battle. Those terrorists all believe that they can some day become the next Dark Lord. Ron lost it and tried to attack him. HE DIED FOR YOU HARRY! Isn't that how everyone around you dies, Harry?" said Ginny. She could barely contain the smile that etched itself across her face as she saw Harry's guilt.

Harry could barely contain his anger and guilt. It was time for the spell.

"Paralyza ictania!" yelled Harry as loud as he could. A jolt of red shot from Harry's want toward Ginny but she was faster than Harry remembered. With the wave of her hand she bounced the spell away from her and towards the crying Emily.

"NOOOO!" screamed Harry. He could feel his heart break into pieces as he watched the spell move towards Emily in slow motion.

Just as the spell was about to her hit, a shiny silver image of Ron appeared in front of her crib. He stood and waved the spell towards Harry's dresser.

Ginny and Harry stood in udder shock. Neither of them could move.

"Vladimir. Stop," said the image of Ron to Ginny. Ginny stood still and did not move.

"Vladimir! Get out of my sister's body or face the consequences," said the image of Ron to Ginny. Ron took a step closer to Ginny.

"Now before I force you out!" said Ron. He did not scream or yell. His voice was firm and solid. When Ginny failed to move, Ron walked towards her and placed his hand over her heart.

"OUT!" yelled Ron. Ginny instantly fell to the floor. She lay there solid and unmoving. Out of Ginny's mouth came a silver mist. It twisted in circles out of Ginny's mouth and towards the ceiling.

"Harry, pass me that jar," said Ron. Harry stood still in shock, closely examining the image of Ron.

"Harry," said Ron. Ron stared at his friend as Harry handed him the jar. Ron opened the jar and began collecting the silver mist. Once the mist ceased to come out of Ginny, he closed the lid.

"Thank you, Harry," said Ron. Ron placed the charm on a nearby table before moving towards Harry.

"I don't understand," said Harry. He was looking at Ron with mixed emotions.

"Vladimir's ghost went into Ginny's body. That is why she has been acting this way," said Ron. "I'm here because Emily was in danger," said Ron.

Harry took a step closer to Ron. His mind attempted to process the last few minutes.

"If Emily is ever in danger while she is under the legal age, then I can will appear to protect her," said Ron.

"But, how?" asked Harry.

"I attacked Vladimir when he began talking about Hermione. He knew so much about her. It was as if he had been following and spying on us. I panicked when he mentioned that Hermione was pregnant and I made my attack too soon," said Ron. Ron began looking at the floor. Whimpering sounds began to escape Ron's mouth.

Harry stepped the last step towards Ron and reached his hand out. Ron reached to hug Harry.

"Thank you for taking care of Hermione and Emily. You were willing to die for them. I couldn't ask for anyone better than you to take care of Hermione and Emily," said Ron. Harry hugged Ron tighter and smiled. A huge weight had finally been lifted off his chest: He had Ron's blessing.

When the embraced ended, Ron took a step back. "Can I just have a moment with Emily?" asked Ron. Harry nodded and stood near the wall.

Ron brushed Emily's hair out of her face and she gave her first smile. Ron laughed as she wrapped her hand around his finger. He took his other hand to tickle her foot and she smiled again. Ron watched her for a long moment before leaning down and gently kissing her on the forehead.

Then Ron moved towards the wall where Hermione had fell. He bent down over her and noticed that she was bleeding slightly from the head. He hovered his hand over he cut and it instantly disappeared. He brushed her hair back one last time as he stared down at her. Her eyes began to flutter open. She stared for a second at the image of Ron, confused.

"RON!" yelled Hermione as she jumped up. She reached her arms around Ron's neck and began crying. "Hey, beautiful," said Ron. He smiled as she wrapped her arms around him. She pulled back to stare at him.

"So it's really you…?" asked Hermione.

"Shhhh," said Ron. Ron held Hermione's hand as he stood up; Hermione followed suit. Ron began walking towards Harry and when he reached him, he placed Hermione's hand in his.

"Take care of her, Mate," said Ron. Harry and Hermione looked at Ron confused.

"Take care of him, Hermione," said Ron.

Ron turned and walked over to the crib. He gently picked up Emily; he smiled and cooed at her. Then he walked towards Hermione and placed Emily gently in her arms. He smiled at them before reaching one arm around Hermione and the other around Harry to hug them. The trio shared their last warm embrace. They held it for a long while before Ron finally pulled away. He smiled at the two of them before leaning in towards Harry.

"If you play your cards right, you'll be staring into your own reflection soon," said Ron. Harry stared at him confusedly but Ron only winked. He gave one last smile to Harry and Hermione

Ron then turned his attention toward Emily. He began gently brushing her cheek when his image slowly disappeared.

Harry and Hermione stood unmoving. Had their minds fooled them? Did they really just see the ghost of Ron before them? Could it be possible?

After many moments of silence Hermione was the first to talk.

"Harry, did that really just happen?" asked Hermione.

"Yeah, it did," said Harry. Hermione smiled.

"The authorities will most likely be here soon," said Harry.

"Should we tell them?"

"Even if we did I highly doubt they would believe us,"

"I'll prepare a bottle for Emily if you prepare some tea,"

"I'm right behind you," said Harry.

Hermione held Emily and walked down the stairs first. Harry followed her but stopped as he reached the landing of the stairs. He glanced back towards the bedroom and remembered what Ron had said.

"If you play your cards right, you'll be staring into your own reflection soon," whispered Harry. "What the hell does that mean?"

Harry shook the thought from his head and followed Hermione down the stairs to the kitchen. H