Sorry for the delay. I've had one of my girls in Hospital for a couple for a couple of nights. Which always leaves us exhausted and behind in life.

Thanks for the reviews. Loved the suggested one liner that Harry should have made about the night Olivia was made. 'That he thinks about that night all the time in fact he casts his Protronus to it.' Gave me a great smile after not having internet for 3 days. But a little to sappy and forth coming for my fic.

I hope you enjoy this part. It always tricky writing tense situations.

Ginny

I lay in bed listening to Olivia's steady breathing. The sound of air being drawn in and out through her nose was almost a balm for my troubled mind.

Today had been alot more than I had expected when I woke this morning. Even if I had come home last night and dreamt a dream of a place I hadn't even allowed my mind to wander to since giving Olivia up, Harry and I together raising Olivia.

What was it about this last week? I couldn't possibly still have feelings for him after all this time even if they had seemed to almost drown me as we danced last night. Surely those emotions were just some form of nostalgia. It wouldn't matter if I did. I knew that now after today it was going to be hard enough to even hold some sort of friendship with the guy. I mean we hadn't even really talked in years.

The thought of Kingsley saying we might have to go public scared the living daylights out of me. No matter what name I had made for myself in Quidditch after the media was finished with me I would probably always be known as the mother of Harry Potter's love child, the crazy teenager who slept with him after he had dumped her.

Olivia whimpered in her sleep again, shivering slightly. I tightened my arms around her and stroked her head whispering that I was here, and she settled again as I heard Dad helping Mum up the stairs and my heart clenched. I half prayed it was because they were heading for bed, which was very unrealistic considering how early it still was. But I suppose one was allowed to hope.

I really didn't want to leave Olivia for a conversation which was going to be painful to say the least. I had worked hard to get over the pain of having to give her away and bury the guilt and the extra torture of finding out I hadn't needed to only an hour later. Then after her birth I would hear Louisa or Andre getting up to care for her in the middle of the night and cry myself back to sleep wishing it was me. I had tried so hard not to interfere, hating to hear her crying, holding myself back. Louisa's bad health had turned out to be our compromise. I would care for Olivia over the few weeks a year Louisa needed treatment in the Paris Wizarding Hospital. They had been so wonderful allowing me the Godmother role in her life.

Returning to England after school had been a nightmare for me. But I couldn't live with them forever and my Quidditch salary helped with Olivia's upbringing. Louisa's medical fees always sucked up a large amount of Andre's salary. I'm sure it looked to my family like I had adopted another one and left them. But I was bound from telling the truth.

I heard the light tap on my door and Mum opened it slightly. "Harry's here dear. I'll sit with Olivia." She whispered.

I held my daughter a little closer. "I don't want to leave her." I whispered back knowing it was pointless. Mum hadn't liked keeping Louisa's true parentage from the family before she knew she was Harry's, Dad had faced my brothers today for me, making them leave me alone upstairs with Olivia while they had dinner. But they were going to make me face Harry. Just how did the few perfect weeks Harry and I spent together in my fifth year turn into this? 'Firewhisky and drunk teenagers.' A voice in my head yelled back at me.

"I know but you'll just be down stairs. Your father will come and get you if she wakes up." Mum answered back stepping into the room.

I was glad to see she was looking slightly better on her feet. My daughter and my mother had been hurt today, something that would have been avoided if I had allowed McGonagall to contact Harry as soon as Louisa and Andre had passed away like she had wanted to. She had been right Harry needed to know and Olivia probably needed the protection of his name. I suppose now after today Olivia would at least have that with some of the Auror department and the Minister of Magic finding out. Knowing Harry he would be feeling she was taken today because of him not me.

I slowly untangled myself from Olivia and kissed her sweet forehead once again. While also reminding myself I was a Gryffindor.

I was surprised when Mum kissed me on the way out and said. "As your father just told Harry we will always love you both."

"Thanks." I half smiled at her. Wondering just how she was holding back her frustration that I had lied to them yet again.

I would have sworn it was the longest trip I have ever made down the burrow stairs in my life. There suddenly seemed to be an overload of butterfly's in my stomach and an over whelming round of nerves hit me, I entered the Kitchen wanting to run back upstairs and hide much like I had the first time I ever saw Harry Potter sitting in my kitchen.

The feeling only increased when Harry looked at me confused for a while then half smiled at me quickly saying. "I don't even want to think how long it's been since I've seen you blush when having to face me." Blast my pale skin.

I straightened my shoulders and tried to fight my traitorous face and shrugged. "Don't get used to it." I said and moved to the sink to get a glass of water.

I needed something in my hands for this conversation. Trying to ignore my slightly shaky hands at the tap I asked. "You got Dads Hot Chocolate?"

"Yeah, I thought I was going to be in for a long conversation." He answered and I heard him take a sip.

"I think this maybe one of those things that may involve us both but I hold all the answers." I commented and the truth of my own statement hit me. Forcing myself to sit across from him I held my glass of water tightly. Wondering where the hell did I even start? The silence stretched for a moment while I tried to it workout.

But before I even got a chance to say anything Harry startled me by asking. "I know I hurt you, but enough to keep my only blood relative other than the Dursley's from me, my daughter no less?"

I looked up at him confused, could he really think I had done this to spite him? "It wasn't like that." I shook my head. Crap just what do I tell him?

"Wasn't it?" He asked, playing with his cup not even looking at me. "I remember saying that night that I would try my best to survive and come back for you. You were the one that told me not to bother. I still tried anyway. It was you who gave away our daughter and found someone else in France."

Oh Harry, my heart ached at the pain and frustration in his voice. But my mind over rode my heart like it had done so much in the last few years whenever it came to Harry, my strange coping mechanism. "Yeah, I did it to hurt you. Do you really think that little of me?" I found myself asking. Trying to catch his eye? Maybe he had changed after all.

When he didn't look up I started to talk again. "And I believed you. I waited for you, stuck in another country trying to keep myself safe like you wanted. Nine of months carrying our child only hearing you were alive at the times you broke to the ministry or Gringotts. The joy at hearing the Gringotts one sent me into Labour." I took a deep breath and the memories started to flow, with a mix of emotions running through me. I was finally telling him. "You have no idea what that was like? Not knowing?"

Harry snorted. "Yeah because Ron and I didn't almost come back when your name didn't show up on the Maudauders Map in September that year? We were beside ourselves. If Fred hadn't risked sending us a portronus I would have."

I glanced up at him, once again struck with the how cruel fate seemed to have been to us, but ignored his comment. "She was born during the battle Harry. You have to believe me that I struggled so much with the different choices I could have make about her future before she was born, but completely giving her up was never one I wanted. Even with how young we were I used to pray that the war would be over before she was born. I wanted you, I wanted my Mum. The papers were only ever drawn up for adoption for one reason and one reason only. Olivia's protection if the worst happened and you died."

And you faked it my head screamed. You pretended to die and cost me, Olivia. 'And you' that little voice that had been stirred again along with long repressed feelings that had seemed to resurface this week.

"But I didn't die?" I could hear the question in his voice. I finally caught his eye and raised my eyebrows in question at him. His eyes went wide as he looked at me. "Well not for long anyway. I...I mean how did you...you were in France?"

"Yeah well the wireless was on. The rest of the wizarding world was sort of hanging on the outcome of the battle as well. If you were dead the rest of my family would be next. I wasn't dumb. We were all blood trainers." I told him pausing slightly before continuing. "And the reports out were just slightly biased considering the entire team behind Potterwatch was in the battle. Let's just say it was reported quickly you were dead. Not so quickly you were alive." I stopped for a moment catching my breath.

"Louisa knew I didn't really want to give her up. But well the 'No trace adoption pact' is very serious magic. It meant that no one could or would find out about her until she turned 17. It meant no matter what they did to any of us that knew they wouldn't find out about Olivia. You were dead I thought it was my only option for saving her life." And I really had. I shut my eyes as the tears threatened. I didn't want to cry, I had done far too much of that today. But the memory of that moment, thinking Harry was dead and giving away the only part of him I still had. It had been the hardest thing I had ever had to do.

"How long did you think I was dead for?" Harry asked. "I mean it can't have been that long."

I sighed. I could hear the tone in his voice suggesting I had acted in haste. "About an hour and a half." I whispered. "But I had made my decision before that. If the worst happened if you didn't survive, I knew I had to give her up. It didn't take me long to convince Andre and Louisa to sign pact with their blood. They couldn't have children of their own."

"So this magical pact, it just broke when they died?" Harry asked.

"Minevra worked for months to see if she could break if somehow." I told Harry. She really had been amazing, the map today once again proved that. "But it couldn't. Not unless they died and left guardianship of Olivia to me we of course never thought that it would actually happen."

"But it did and here we are." Harry stated slightly sarcastically. It sounded like his emotional state was swinging as much as mine.

"Yes, here we are." I nodded my head before taking a sip of my water. Still trying to hold my emotions in check, they were boarder line somewhere between complete break down and wanting to blow something up.

We feel silent again swinging my mood slightly more towards blowing something up, probably from all the nervous energy. Harry moaned after about a minute. "And the last few weeks? Shouldn't you have contacted me as soon as you could? Today wouldn't have happened if I had known." He asked. It was probably a fare question on his part, especially considering today. But well...that was the problem we no longer really even had a friendship. I had believed all I read about him.

"Olivia has been my main concern Harry. She lost her parents. She's suffering." That was true, I didn't really want to mention the fact I tried to keep her under wraps from my brothers to keep him from finding out.

"I do get that, oddly enough. Ironic though considering we are her parents." Harry spat back.

I nodded it was a thought I that ran through my head often in the last few weeks. But I didn't really like the way he had said it, and it heightened my frustration. "Look as far as I knew you were busy on holiday having fun with Irena Paterson. It wasn't like you were around to even tell. How the hell was I meant to know you were leading a double life?" I argued back.

Harry's eyes went wide. "You never even talk to me, I didn't consider you to be part of a small need to know circle. How the heck did you even find out anyway?"

Dam, he had a point. Maybe I should have pretended I didn't know and just said I didn't want Olivia being exposed to his crazy celebrity lifestyle and his constantly changing girlfriends. "I overheard you talking to Mum on Monday afternoon. I really thought you were on the celebrity band wagon. It wasn't a life I wanted for her." I admitted a little begrudgingly.

Harry snorted. "I hate that side of it. But it's been a good cover, and it kept me busy. A distraction I disparately needed after the war and I no longer cared about what people out there thought about me." There was something in the way he said it that sounded like he really didn't care. As if he had been living under a shadow, heck he was Harry Bloody Potter he had always lived his life under a dam shadow or other peoples options. But he wasn't going to leave it there his voice raised slightly. "Were you ever going to tell me, or were you hoping McGonagall would succeed and get her file buried?"

This is what it came down to really. Even Harry seemed to accept why I gave her away. I'm sure there would be more questions about that at some point. But he had just asked the real question I had been free to tell him for weeks now and I hadn't even tried understandably he was pissed off. "I was thinking about it." It wasn't a good enough answer I knew that the moment I looked up at his face.

"You were thinking about it? Bloody hell Ginny do you have any idea what it was like for me today? We almost lost her and I had only just met her. The position you put me in with your family, my work colleagues. It completely blindsided me." He was angry.

"Oh and today was a walk in the park for me." I growled back at him, alright my emotions had swung all the way towards frustration and anger now. "You're acting like telling you was as easy as sending an Owl."

"Well that would have at least been a start." He shot back his voice rising even more.

I stood, I didn't need this not only that I was very close to cracking. "Harry, this isn't getting us anywhere. I should be with Olivia."

"Oddly, that's where I would like to be as well. But she hardly knows me." He stood glaring at me his knuckles resting on the table. "You're choices have made sure of that."

I snapped, and before I knew it I had slapped him. My palm stung as I gasped at what I had done. His words had hurt.

He rubbed his cheek then had the nerve to look ashamed. "Your right, we aren't getting anywhere. I suppose I should go home and see if Ron has kicked me out of my own house." His hand leaving his cheek and rubbing the back of his neck an action that showed me he wasn't he at all sure of himself and where he stood.

Completely disarming me at the same time. I had been so close to cursing him. "I'm sorry. This isn't easy on anyone."

He just nodded. "Give Liv a kiss from me." He added heading towards the door, turning back as he turned the handle. "Can I...can I see her tomorrow?"

I nodded. We were going to have to find some common ground. "Of course you can."

And he left. Leaving me wondering if the tension and frustration was always going to be there between us or if we would ever get past it.

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