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Chapter 35: Meet the Family!

I may as well have dropped a bomb. Which, I guess, I sort of did. I mean, it's not everyday I come home with twin kids who look exactly like my boyfriend and I. The uncomfortable silence drags on.

"No. Way." George finally gasps. Everyone turns to look at him. "You. Got. Pregnant?" He stares at me in disbelief as I nod. "When?"

"The...er, the night...after...the battle," I whisper, my cheeks flaming. I look at the ground, too scared to look any of my family in the eye.

"Didn't waste any time, did you, eh old boy?" George jokes, looking at Harry and winking. Harry flushes darker than my hair.

"I-I-I didn't mean-I mean-I-" he stammers. The whole family have cracked smiles at Harry's discomfort. OK, all but Ron. And Percy, who's scowling at me. I look away, and my eyes meet Mum's. She's looking at me with an odd mix of emotions on her face. I can't really sort out what they are. I do detect a fair amount of disappointment, however.

"Ginevra, I must say I am surprised at you! Conceiving a child out of wedlock! I am aware that happens often nowadays, but I thought you had more sense," Dad says sharply, shaking his head at me. "And Harry, I'm not quite happy with you, either. I must admit I'm protective of Ginny, and-"

"Stop, Dad, just stop," I snap, my hands shaking. Lily clutches my collar in fright. "I don't see why you can't accept what Harry and I did when there is another woman standing here who has also conceived a child out of wedlock with one of your sons. How come that doesn't bother you, huh?" Angelina turns red and holds Skylar close. "I'm not saying anything against her or her daughter, but it is unfair for you to accept her child and not mine," I finish, glaring at everyone.

"Yeah, well, the father of the child in question isn't my bloody best friend," Ron retorts, his voice rising.

"And why the bloody-er, why does that matter?" I ask, keeping my tongue civil just in time. There are children present.

"Because, he's my best friend and you're my little sister!" Ron answers back.

"So does that not make him eligible to date me? Ron, I am sick of you not accepting Harry and I. It's been almost two years since we first started dating. Get over it. OK?" I snap right back at him. I'm not taking any crap from my family. There's another silence before Fleur hands Victoire to Bill and walks up to me and Lily.

"Hello zere, leetle one. You are very cute, yes," she coos. I smile. Lily looks up at me, uncertain.

"It's alright, Lily. This is Aunt Fleur," I tell her softly. She looks back at Fleur shyly, but doesn't say anything.

"You have your daddy's eyes, you know zat?" she asks Lily, giving her another dazzling smile. "You do. Such beautiful eyes zey are," she adds, looking at Harry and winking. He smiles.

"Thanks."

"I tend to think so, too," I reply softly. He smiles softly at me.

"Ew," Ron mutters, looking away.

"Ronald, you are getting married in June and you still can't stand the thought of two people in love?" Hermione demands, holding out her hand. Her ring glitters there and Ron's expression softens.

"I can stand the thought of love," he promises, leaning in and kissing her cheek, "but it's still weird to know he's...done...stuff...with my baby sister," he finishes, glaring at Harry again.

"I'm not a baby anymore, Ron. I've grown up a heck of a lot more than you have after this war. I've given birth and raised two children on my own. Yes, Luna did help a lot, especially in finances, but I had to look after them every single day as a single mother. Why? Because I was terrified you all wouldn't accept them. That you'd turn me out in disgust. That Harry wouldn't want me or them. That the press would find out. And now that I've finally decided to return home, I get exactly the response I've feared. How would that make you feel?" I demand, glaring around at them all.

"Well, Ginny," Percy replies, stepping forward, "you don't know what it's like to have to rebuild the government while still trying to find a dear family member who could be lost or dead while trying to heal from losing another one. You put a whole lot of extra stress on us and no one appreciated it. It was unnecessary, and all because you went and got yourself knocked up." When he finishes, there's a dead silence. I'm stung. His words hurt.

"Well, maybe you're right," I finally blurt out. "Maybe I don't know what it's like. But you don't know what I went through, OK? So just-don't even. We've both suffered because of me, and I'm sorry. I understand if you can't forgive me entirely right now, but can you at least settle for not screaming at me?" I plead, looking at everyone. It's Mum who steps forward first.

"Well, dear, I can't say I'm very happy with either of you, but I don't want to get angry with you when you've just gotten back. I've missed you very, very much and I see now that you did have a good reason to stay away. I don't want them as targets of the press either." She pauses to smile at me. "I'm willing to put everything aside now and meet your children, before discussing the matter later. Agreed?" I nod. That seems more than fair.

"But of course," Fleur agrees, and the rest of the family slowly agree as well. I can tell by looking at Percy and Ron's faces, though, that this isn't over. Oh, well. If it comes to a screaming match, at least I'll have most of the family on my side.

"Well, then," I say quickly before either of the gits I call my brothers can do anything, "This is m-Harry and I's daughter, Lily Rose Potter. And this is our son, Connor James Potter." Fleur, who's already standing in front of me, smiles at Lily and continues to talk to her. George approaches Harry and waggles his fingers at Connor.

"Hey, there, little man. I'm Uncle George. I'm gonna teach you all about Quidditch and how to play the best pranks on your little sister." Seeing my glare, he quickly adds, "But be careful, cause I'm sure your momma will make sure I teach your sister some pranks, too."

I wink at him, then call out, "And just for the record, George, she's older by about five minutes."

"Oh. Well, then, good luck, little man. I don't know what it's like to have an older sister but you've gotta watch out for those younger ones." I glared at him but chuckled at the same time, thereby ruining the effect. He winked at me and came over to greet Lily. Mum hesitated, then rushed over to Connor and immediately began cooing at him. He shrank into Harry, slightly scared.

"Hello there, oh my goodness you look just like your Momma, don't you? Oh, you do, and you are just the cutest little thing, oh, Gramma's very happy to finally meet you!" I laughed. Mum never was good at staying away from little kids. She just loves them. Connor, however, isn't too sure.

"Dada," he whimpers, leaning into Harry. Mum looks a tad hurt and I quickly hand Lily to George and hurry over to my son.

"It's alright, Mum, he's a big Momma's boy. Don't be offended, he didn't even take to Harry right away," I explain, rubbing Connor's cheek lightly with the back of my hand.

"Aw, George, she loves you!" Angelina exclaims from behind me, and I turn around to see Lily sitting contentedly in George's arms, fussing with the collar of his shirt. He looks up with a goofy grin.

"Yeah, I guess she does, doesn't she?" he asks, half to himself. I beam with pride for my daughter. She's the people person, I can tell. Connor's a bit quieter around strangers. However, I finally convince him to let Mum hold him, and once she does, it's like the ice is completely broken with him. He giggles for her and all. I watch, holding Harry's hand, as my twins are passed from person to person, finally meeting their family, and for the moment, I don't think about what's to come, I simply enjoy an afternoon with my family.

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