Hi all, so here is another chapter, six more left and this one is a tad shorter than usual but it's got one hell of a cliffhanger so i hope you enjoy.

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Again some messing around with the timing of the events in Deathly Hallows but this story is so AU at this point I don't think it matters.

Beat Your Heart Out

Chapter 21-Good News For Almost Everyone

Ginny struggles as her pregnancy is near the end, the news and the world gets increasingly darker and the Weasley's adjust to life as criminals of the Ministry of Magic. Fair Warnings quite a shorter chapter and not much dialogue.

The days got hotter as March turned into April. Trapped inside Ginny felt like she was suffocating both with the heat and with the lack of any kind of brain work.

She had her books and she made an effort to study, she tried to practice (without using a wand) some defensive spells that she had always struggled with and she took some time to focus on perfecting her potions which had been sufficient enough to keep her off Snape's radar but never good enough to get that half eyebrow that was saved for Hermione when she pulled off the impossible at the last minute.

Right now she wanted to still study for her belated OWLs that had been scheduled to take place this year (for the subjects where she had contested the allotted grades given after Dumbledore's death—mainly Potions and Transfiguration where arguably she'd have done better practical's than written papers) until she became distracted and she told herself very sternly that no news from or off Harry was probably a good thing.

She had never changed that decision as the last few weeks of March turned to April and as April got hotter and hotter as May came ever closer. She thought about it and she knew she was right. Harry had a job to do, he was being hunted, and she knew him better sometimes than she knew her own brothers—she knew that he was going to hate himself if the world fell to shit because he was holed up in a house sipping tea and reading stories to her baby.

She had decided on her boy name but the girl one was proving tricky. She knew one name would be Lily and she was toying with Molly as well but Lily Molly or Molly Lily didn't really ring true to her. She entertained Luna as a name for her best friend and one night thought madly of Astoria before she convulsed into several laughing hysterical sobs that made George inhale the sandwich he was scoffing and Mr Olivander who had just braved the stairs for dinner to run back up them again.

She had not seen much of the older man, he was confined to his room and would only see Auntie Muriel who knew him of old and their mother and father. Their mother had taken on the job of feeding him while their father did the job of making sure he got washed and changed with as much dignity as he could muster. Ginny had only seen him once and had felt scared and small for the three seconds she had seen the emancipated man ask Fred in a small voice for a cup of tea if it was no trouble. Fred had given him one and several biscuits and offered in a surprisingly gentle voice to help him back upstairs again but the man had gone shuffling quietly plate and cup in hand, no wand to speak off and had not made eye contact with anyone.

They found out what he was doing three days later when looking a bit less terrified he came downstairs again. Ginny had been sat at the table which hid most of her stomach as the man ate slowly before informing them that with their approval he wanted to order some materials to make wands for 'dear Luna and that poor boy who lost his' it was a small step but a step in the right direction. Ginny however wanted to avoid him, soon he would be moved onto another house of someone in the order for a more permanent solution and she found that despite how glad she was that he was alive, she would not be sorry to see him go. And she also thought the fewer people who knew her secret the better. She did not think Olivander knew about her, her baby or her and Harry but she was not going to give anyone else the chance for dangerous gossip.

That was only half the problem however.

The other was that she was slowly losing her mind.

She was board.

Simply but she was board.

She missed the simple things she had taken for granted like Quidditch, she missed Hogwarts, she missed Neville and Luna, Lavender, Seamus, Parvatti, Astoria sometimes. She missed the simplicity that was the owls turning up in the morning and the simple joy of walking through her garden, through the fields and even down to the Muggle Shops. The only owl still being used (Errol was too recognisable, and Ginny was sure if there was ever an owl that deserved retirement it was that one) was the dark night owl of Auntie Muriel's and that had been commanded by Fred and George so that they could increase their owl order and attempt to do business. They at the very least seemed to be gaining gold though Bill was trying to snatch what he could before the Death Eaters truly got Gringotts under control.

There were things that Ginny missed more than others but she found the hardest one was magic. She was used to it growing up and while she didn't use her wand over the summer it had been a confined time period and she could have always used someone else's when she was desperate. The truth of the matter was that now she didn't even have that luxury. Even picking up her wand could see them to their doom. Magic had become her enemy when it was part of her identity and the thought made her scream into her pillow in the dead of night at the sheer frustration of it.

She was beginning to understand exactly why Sirius had been the way he was when they had been living in Grimmauld Place. She could understand why and how he lived between letters and visits and why he became despondent when he knew they were leaving, she could understand why he had gone after Harry that night partly out of love for his godson and partly because it was the most fun he'd had in decades and she found that she was more understanding and sympathetic of a man she had always viewed with some trepidation despite the fact he had always been kind to her.

She was in much the same boat now.

They all were.

Ginny did not know when she woke up April 25th what was going to happen. She had been restless throughout the night, the heat and the frustration building up in her. She had begun to feel prickly and snappish though she chalked that down to the lethargic way she had been feeling and the ups and downs you went through when you were both pregnant and in hiding. The isolation was the worst because there was really nobody she could talk to it about. Bill's visits were scare, Charlie and Percy still away from them and Ginny would rather talk to Draco Malfoy than to Fred and George about her pregnancy fears and the way she was feeling because while her brothers would try (bless them) the simple fact was had no clue what to say.

Even talking to her parents was strained somewhat because as far as Ginny knew while they had stayed hidden (and had been somewhat targets considering their mother's brother's being in the Order and the fact that they had earnt their label of 'Blood Traitor') they had never had to go into hiding the first time. Her mother had never had to wonder weather or not her children could ever go to school under either one of their parents name.

The whole thing sent her into tailspins of emotions depending on what she felt each day and she was getting as sick of it as she was of the constant need to go to the toilet and the heartburn that made her dizzy and the fact that she didn't feel like herself anymore.

Of course she suspected that those feelings would go away once the baby was born…this feeling of complete and utter helplessness was another story entirely. She wondered how long it was until she felt normal again—whatever the new normal was. The life she had had last summer was now gone. She had cried thinking that this time last summer she had been with Harry, the cup done and dusted behind them, feelings out in the open at last and their Headmaster had still been a breakfast looking a bit wan and a bit longer in the tooth but had still greeted the first years with a kind smile rather than an unforgivable curse.

Ginny went about that morning in a daze watching the sky in a perfect forget me not blue without a cloud to shield the intense brightness of the sun. She sat in her bedroom for a bit and shifted trying to feel comfortable. Shifty and prickly little pains she knew were not uncommon and she had been feeling them for a time before today. But seriously as much as she loved the little thing growing inside of her today she wished the little brat inside of her would hold onto something and stay still so that she could get some rest.

The crib was set up, a stack of knitted baby clothes and stuffed toys in a pile, books and other things that Ginny had never thought about getting that her brother's had done through their owl order service. She tried to read, Hermione had given her a stack of her favourite muggle books to read through over the years and she had kept the ones that she had liked the most and taken her favourites with her.

She was halfway through a mental debate on weather or not she wanted to read her favourite wizarding book (The Founder's Children, an Intimate look at the lives of Helena Ravenclaw and Gerran Hufflepuff) which was fiction but the romantic soppy kind she needed right now and one Hermione gave called Pride and Prejudice when she felt another sharp stab deep within her stomach and she gave up on that idea completely and decided to go and run a bath as that seemed to be the only thing that soothed the now brutal kicks that were hitting her bladder with the frequency she had only seen once at the Quidditch World Cup with the Irish Team Chasers.

She stepped in the warm water feeling like she was some sort of beached whale and tried to relax but getting in and more to the point getting out of the bath while nearly nine months pregnant took more effort than she liked. As she lay their the water lapping at her on either side she calculated in her head. Next week was her supposed due date (though she was still a bit unsure weather she had gotten it right). Next week. All she had do was get through six more days.

Ginny thought she might have slept in the bath as it seemed she had closed her eyes and when she woke up a light breeze was coming in through the open window a far cry from the oppressive heat she had escaped.

She forced herself out of the bath and dressed into a pair of leggings that had seen better days and a t-shirt that she was sure had once been one of her brothers. She padded downstairs stopping to smell dinner. It smelt like chicken which was good as Ginny liked chicken and from the laughter and the occasion grumble from Auntie Muriel it seemed like nothing bad had happened since she'd been upstairs.

It was as she appeared in the dining room that it happened. That she felt it.

There was a sharp little stab followed by one of such force that she reached out to grab the sideboard in surprise making the china rattle and everyone look at her. But she wasn't looking at them. She was looking at her leggings and the floor, her bare feet that were suddenly soaked with something that she really hoped was water. It certainly looked like water.

"Ugh Ginny is this some kind of strange pregnancy thing?" Fred asked into the silence half standing up in surprise.

Ginny opened her mouth but a staggering pain sent her nearly crashing back to the ground again and she gave a horse gasp. Her mother was suddenly there at her elbow and Ginny knew, because she just knew what this meant.

"The baby's coming" she said finally.

There was another heartbeat of stunned silence broken only by Muriel Weasley and only in a way that Muriel Weasley could.

"Ginevra you do pick your moments don't you? And on my best Persian rug as well.

And there you are, hope you all enjoy, let me know what you think of this chapter and i will do my best to update sooner rahter than later.

Next Chapter-Ginny gives birth, a baby is born. And two people's lives are forever changed (though a certain someone does not know it yet!)_