"Harry," he could hear is name, "Harry!" It was like she was calling him from the far end of the tunnel.

Harry didn't know how to react; she thought she might be? She thought? Didn't women just know these things? The Weasleys were going to kill him.

"Harry," she pleaded in a voice so soft that Harry could barely hear her. "Please," Ginny begged, "Say something."

Harry sprung to his feet and shouted, "You 'think'! Isn't that something you're supposed to know?" He was pacing in front of the bathtub, "You might be!" He shouted again.

Finally stopping, Harry turned and saw Ginny glaring at him from the ground; she had been knocked back by Harry's outburst and she sat on the bathroom tile. Her face was stone cold, and despite the fact that her eyes were glistening, Harry knew she wasn't going to let a single tear drop.

Harry's head dropped in shame, "Ginny—"

"Don't," she said firmly, calmly, her voice sounded like steel. Without another word, she pushed herself to her feet and walked out the door.

Harry sat back down on the edge of the porcelain tub and resumed his previous position—head in hands, elbows on knees. Questions ran through his mind at a mile-a-minute: How? When? What were they going to do now?Kingsley was going to make him do a press release? Ginny too probably. Would she still be able to play Quidditch? Over and over and over again. And oh God, how far along was she?

Well, he thought, I know 'how' and we'll just have to push up the wedding. Maybe they could say that they had gotten married in secret over the summer. Yah, that might work.

It was too much, and Harry realized that if he was feeling this overwhelmed, he couldn't imagine how Ginny was feeling. Everything he was thinking, she probably was too. Pushing off his thighs, Harry stood, took a deep breath and prepared to grovel.

BOOM!

One step onto the landing and an explosion shook the house; Harry smelled smoke and saw it billowing from the basement kitchen. He took off running while the banisters still wobbled. He flung open the door to the drawing room, which appeared to have slammed shut. Wand in hand, Harry watched Teddy run to the corner of the room wailing, Hermione crouched next to him, trying to console him.

"Hermione!" Harry shouted as a second explosion went off, the chandelier swung dangerously.

"Mama!" Teddy hollered, his hair shifting to a dark purple Harry had never seen before. "Hawey!"

"Where's Ginny?" He asked over Teddy's screams.

"I don't know, Harry," Hermione said, "I saw her walk down the stairs a few minutes ago; but she didn't even look in here. Then that explosion went off. Shhh, Teddy, it's okay, Harry's here." She tried calming him, but it wasn't working.

The toddler spotted Harry in the doorway and started getting up, he knucked his tear filled eyes, sniffed, and screamed again, "Hawey! Hawey no go!" While Teddy stumbled toward his godfather, Harry forced himself to look at Hermione, she understood exactly.

Wrapping her arms tightly around Teddy, she stood and with Teddy in her arms, looked at Harry for one last confirmation. Harry mouthed, "I'm sorry," and nodded. Hermione turned and with a sharp crack disapparated, Teddy's cries going with her. Guilt washed over him in loud waves, but that was nothing compared to the louder crash from downstairs,

Pushing feelings of abandoning his godson aside, Harry lit his wand and bolted down the stairs.