A/N: Woohoo! I got another up. Are you proud or what? But its ending soon. Like, four more chapters. If that.
Disclaimer: Chicken pot pie is good, but I don't own Harry Potter
Chapter twenty nine: Guess who's here!
"Ginny!" Harry called from downstairs. "Ginny!" he shouted again, going upstairs to see her, "Ginny!" he said, opening the door to see his wife laying down on the bed, "C'mon. I got a wheelchair so we can…."
"YOU WHAT?" Ginny shouted.
"Got a wheelchair."
"Why?"
"So we can get you a new dress," Harry said.
"Why do I need a new dress?"
"Because the black one stretches out too much. I'm not letting you wear that to the QAC's. I'm not."
"You sound like my mother," Ginny said.
"Come on, Angelina's here to take you to diagon alley. Then you're going to her
place after and I'm meeting you there then we're having dinner there," Harry said.
"Why? Angelina sucks at cooking," Ginny said.
"Sorry, hon. That's life."
"Fine, let me get dressed," she said, standing up slowly and changing. Harry retreated downstairs to where Mrs. Weasley was making him some bacon and Angelina was sitting at the table ready an old copy of Muggle Times.
Harry sat down and Mrs. Weasley put the bacon in front of him. He ate it slowly and Ginny came down stairs and sat next to Harry.
"The wheelchair's over there," He said, pointing by the door. She looked over and there was a red and gold wheelchair by there. She smiled.
"Thank you," she whispered, hugging him tightly. "I thought it of those ugly black ones you get at those muggle hospitals or something."
"I wouldn't do that to you," Harry said, giving her a kiss. Her mother placed a plate of fruit in front of her. Ginny ate it and then she and Angelina left.
"Twilfit and tattings?" Angelina asked.
"Deffinately. I personally like them better than madam Malkins. But they're more expensive," Ginny said.
"Yeah, we usually go to Malkins just because of that," Angelina said, wheeling Ginny into Twilfits. Ginny directed Angelina where to go and Angelina obeyed, not wanting to get her angry before the reporters show up.
"Let's get this done quickly," Ginny said, "What color do you think I should get?"
"I dunno," Angelina said, "I think you look really good in black, so maybe you should get another black dress."
"But I already have one. I don't know. Let's look around," Ginny suggested as her babies started to kick. Ginny put a hand on them to try to sooth them, it helped a little.
Angelina took her to the maternity section, there weren't many dresses and the dresses they did have were gross.
"Wanna check out Malkins? I think they have a few things," Ginny said.
"Yeah," Angelina said, rolling Ginny out of Twilfit and tattings and to madam Malkin's.
"Oh, look at this," Ginny said, standing up to pick out a red dress. "It's beautiful," she said, sitting back down with it in her lap. She looked up at Angelina, "Let's go to the changing rooms."
"The changing rooms we go," Angelina said, rolling Ginny to the changing rooms.
"How many?" The young girl, obviously still in Hogwarts, asked not taking her eyes of the parchment in front of her.
"One please," Ginny said.
The girl took a tag and looked up. Her mouth dropped open.
"G-g-g-g-gin-ny-ny-ny G-i-i-nny W-w-wea-sley. Ginny Weasley," She said, pointing a finger at Ginny.
"It's Potter."
"Oh my god!" she shouted, "It's a dream come true! I am one of you're biggest fans. I tried getting a job at the quidditch shop, but no one needed me. Then I came here. 'Cause I was hoping you would show up for a broomstick or something and then I got a job here because the quidditch place didn't need me and now, oh my god! I love you!" She said. She had gotten to the other side of the counter she was sitting at and had given Ginny a hug.
"Excuse me," Angelina said.
"Oh, sorry, Angelina Johnson? You were one of the best Quidditch players at Hogwarts in your day! What happened?"
"I went to work with my boyfriend and his brother at WWW," Angelina said.
"Oh," The girl said, "would you have perfered to be a quidditch player?"
Angelina hesitated, "I don't think so. Because…" Angelina stopped, "No, I don't think so."
"Why?" The girl asked.
"My boyfriend died in the battle of Hogwarts about ten years ago," she said.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" the girl said.
"No, don't be. It was a long time ago. His brother took it hard, and, well, we helped each other, and it ended well. We just had our second child a little while ago," Angelina said.
"Oh, that's great! Congratulations!" The girl said happily.
"Yeah," Angelina said, her voice cracking. The girl got the sign and gave Ginny her key and Angelina rolled Ginny to a changing room. Ginny got in and changed. She opened up the door and modeled for Angelina.
"You really do make a great pregnant woman," Angelina said.
"Sure," Ginny said, "I think I'm going to get this one."
"Okay," Angelina said, "So let's go buy this thing."
Angelina rolled Ginny to the counter and Ginny handed over the three galleons for the dress. They went back to the WWW and hung out behind the counter.
"Do you think Harry'll like the dress?" Ginny asked, flipping through a magazine.
"Harry likes everything you wear," George said, "Even when its his clothes. Like that sweatshirt of his you used to always wear. He told me once he loved it when you wore that thing. I never understood."
"Are you serious?" Ginny asked, "You never though Angelina looked so pretty in the most random thing?"
"Well, her bathing suit," George muttered smiling, "Merlin. Once we went to a lake, and Angelina went swimming, Merlin, I wanted to kiss her the whole time."
"Okay," Ginny said, flipping the page in the magazine she was reading, "Next subject. Make any new products lately?"
"Swedish fish bowl," George said, "It's great. Fred started them," he said, his voice cracking. Fred was a tough subject for Angelina and George. "The fish kept turning into piranhas. It was pretty scary actually."
"Oh, wow," Ginny said, not sure what to say to that.
"Here," George said, picking up a box with the picture of a fishbowl with moving fish. "If you leave it out over night it'll grow fish. It's pretty cool. Then, if you want a snack, just take one and eat it."
"Aunt Ginny!" Roxanne said, running from the stairs across the room to Ginny.
"Roxy!" Ginny exclaimed.
"Guess who's here!" she exclaimed. "Uncle Harry!" she said like she was shocked.
"Really?" Ginny said, trying to match the two-year olds excitement.
"Yes!" she said.
"Can you go get him for me?"
Roxanne nodded as she ran up the stairs to get Ginny's Husband.
A/N: So yeah. Nothing really rung a bell going through this. But I did get my arm autographed today by Lamar Callahan or something like that. You should look up his song "Access denied" I love it! So, Please review!
