A/N I Own Nothing

April 5th, 2000

"I had a dream about a motorcycle," Harry started, thinking back to the recurring dream he had, but the motorcycle was only part of the dream. The part that always stood out the most, was the person riding the motorcycle. Who it was varied from dream to dream, sometimes it was a man whose pale skin directly contrasted his long dark hair, almost always wearing a leather jacket and smelling strongly of, well, leather or occasionally dog. Sometimes it was a large man with shaggy hair, and kind but grief stricken eyes, holding a toddler which looked small enough to be a child's doll in the man's arms. Recalling what the motorcycle was usually doing in those dreams, Harry continued, against his better judgement. "It was flying."

Uncle very nearly crashed into the truck in front of them, causing the truck to honk its horn, he turned around, staring at Harry with hate in his eyes. "Motorcycles don't fly!"

The children sitting in the back seat with Harry started sniggering.

"Well, I know that." Harry said, almost feeling as though he were lying. "It was just a dream."

Suddenly Uncle Vernon's face was the only thing the boy could see. The man's face was beet red, his lips twitching in his anger, making his mustache wriggle around like a caterpillar. "Don't waste my time with that crap!"

Harry didn't point out that cars were passing them by because Uncle Vernon was causing the holdup.

Uncle Vernon sat back in his seat, settling down to finish the drive, glancing at Harry through the rear view mirror, malice in his eyes. "Do you want to know something else, boy?" Uncle Vernon asked, casually.

Harry shook his head, confused at the question.

"Your family." It was stated in a matter of fact way, Harry tilted his head, even more puzzled. Wha-? "Your wife. Your child, especially, after all, men can't get pregnant."

Harry wasn't even eleven yet, why was Uncle Vernon telling him this? And why did he say 'your family' like he wasn't Harry's Uncle.

"Your entire family are freaks."

Harry woke to the sound of Ginny's alarm going off. He heard Ginny groan, as she fumbled for her alarm clock.

Her alarm was set to go off at five that morning so that she could go to practice, with the professional quidditch season coming up, the Hollyhead Harpies had been pushing practice recently.

Ginny stretched, yawning, before rolling out of bed and stumbling through the dark bedroom.

April 11th, 2000

"So. When are you going to tell me?" Andromeda asked, a smirk on her face, as she picked Teddy up after the now two-year-old's birthday.

"Tell you what?" Harry asked slowly, in confusion, as he handed Teddy's diaper bag to Andromeda.

Andromeda snorted in a rather unladylike way. "Please. I've been around enough pregnant people to recognize one when I see one."

"Oh. That." Harry said, dumbly.

"Yeah, that." Andromeda answered, teasingly.

"Well, I'm telling you now?" Harry tried.

Andromeda raised an eyebrow.

"You figured it out just now?" Harry corrected, to Andromeda's amusement.

"So, I was right?" Andromeda asked, slinging the diaper bag over her shoulder.

"Yeah. You were." Harry shrugged, lips twitching in amusement when Andromeda started grilling him on the details, despite Teddy getting grumpier and grumpier in her arms. This baby would be her grandson's godsibling, they would likely be raised together, even more so given the closeness in age.

April 20th, 2000

Ginny slid into the drivers seat of Harry's car, she was just barely shorter than him and didn't need to move the seat, but she did adjust the mirrors. Struggling to buckle her seatbelt, she glanced up at the middle aged man in the passenger seat.

"Turn the car on." The man, Ginny wasn't sure of his name, instructed, once she had her seatbelt on.

With a surprisingly steady hand, Ginny slid the key into the ignition and turned it. She jumped as the BMW rumbled to life. She glanced at her instructor nervously, Ginny didn't know much about cars, just that this one was her husbands and looked expensive.

"Foot on break?" she said, finding the pedal and pressing on it with her foot. Startling when the car roared, revving loudly. Sheepishly, she moved her foot to the other pedal.

"Yes. Foot on the break."

"Heh, sorry?"

The man shook his head in slight amusement, "Now put the car into drive."

The steadiness in Ginny's hands was gone, as she reached up to the gear shift, pulling it forward and down into drive. Her Mum had been the one to suggest Ginny learn to drive, pointing out that Harry couldn't travel via magic at the moment, and while Harry was okay driving now, there was no way he'd be able to safely drive to Saint Mungoes while in labor or feel like driving home after.

So here Ginny was, doing something she had never thought to do. Learning to drive.

April 30th, 2000

Ginny sighed, wiping sweat off her forehead with the back of her wrist, smearing bright yellow paint on her face. The entire family (sans Harry, who was back at his and Ginny's apartment with Teddy and Victoire) was at the Burrow, working on the kitchen and dining area.

They repainted the walls to a bright, happy yellow, ripped out the old worn counters and cabinets and replaced them with new, but rustic counters and cabinets. They left the woodburning stove, but added a fridge and dishwasher. They kept the kitchen table, but stained it to match the cabinets.

They chose to work on this today and the day before, as it was one of the few weekends the entire family had off. Though Ginny had to admit, while she loved her family, she would have loved to be able to spend the day with her husband. Not only would she have liked to spend time with him, she also felt bad for leaving him alone with a two year old and a one year old, especially when he had had a bad bout of morning sickness that morning. But, he had just downed a potion for it, and assured her that they would be fine.

"…go home."

Ginny jumped, startled, as she looked up at Bill, "Hmm?"

"I think we got it from here, if you'd like to go home." Bill answered. "I know that if I were in your position, I would want to be at home right now. Not working on renovating a kitchen." In fact, he had been, when Fleur was pregnant with Victoire, he hadn't wanted to leave his wife's side.

xXx

Ginny was quiet as possible as she apparated into she and Harry's kitchen, knowing Teddy and Victoire were likely laying down for their naps. Teddy in his bedroom, and Victoire in the play pen in Ginny and Harry's room.

"You're home early." Harry said, peeking into the kitchen.

"Yeah. Yeah, they're about done at Mum and Dad's." Ginny told him, "So, Bill or Fleur should be over to pick Victoire up in a couple hours." And Andromeda would be picking Teddy up around the same time, which meant a child free evening. Not that she didn't love her godson and niece, but they were kind of running out of time before they had a baby twenty-four seven.

May 2nd, 2000

"Harry!"

Harry glanced up at the sound of the shrill voice calling his name. Eyes scanning the crowd gathered at Hogwarts for the second anniversary of the battle of Hogwarts, his eyes easily and immediately pick out Ginny, Ron, and Hermione. Molly, Arthur, the entire Weasley family, including Muriel. Rita Skeeter, Professor McGonagall, Neville…

Harry froze, eyes backtracking to the woman with the now very obviously dyed blonde hair, quill and parchment hovering at her shoulder.

Rita Skeeter.

And they had made eye contact.

xXx

It was the second memorial of the Battle of Hogwarts, both a sad and happy event. Celebrating the anniversary of the end of the Second Wizarding War, while also mourning those lost during both wars against Voldemort.

There wasn't much structure to the event, other than starting with a speech, having a meal of some sort, activities for the children, and ending with another speech and then a moment of silence. There were individual memorial sites for each individual person lost, if one wished to visit them.

"Ginny!"

Ginny spun around at the sound of her name, seeing Harry pushing his way through the crowd toward her. They had been split up when Harry had left the group to use the bathroom. One would think there was a dragon tailing him, with how quickly he was weaving through the crowd.

"Hide me." Harry told her quietly, coming to side behind her, as he pulled an equally confused Ron and Hermione to stand on either side of Ginny.

"Wh-" Ginny started, only to cut herself off as she saw the woman that was marching toward them.

White pencil skirt, blue silk button up shirt, blue stilettos, but what really brought Rita Skeeters outfit together was her cheaply dyed blonde hair and hotrod red lipstick stain on her teeth.

"Miss Weasley!" the reporter called, coming up to them, quick quotes quill working furiously.

Ginny sighed. "…It's Potter now, actually." She corrected. Though the woman should know this, seeing as she was at their wedding, and had, in classic Rita Skeeter fashion written a near completely false article on it, made up of speculation and rumors.

"Yes, yes. Have you seen Harry around here?"

"You mean my husband?"

"Well, yes. You see, I'm writing a biography on 'Harry James Potter', I figured I should get an interview from the man himself."

Ginny, Ron, and Hermione shared a look, this was the first they were hearing of a biography.

Ron glanced to where Harry was crouching behind them, the younger man shook his head almost frantically, this was the first he was hearing of it as well. He didn't want it written, not that that would stop Rita, and he most certainly didn't want to give an interview for it. He really only willingly had interviews with the Lovegoods for the Quibbler or Lee Jordan on Potter Watch. Everyone had been both surprised and unsurprised when Lee had approached him a year ago, asking for an interview for Potter Watch's comeback. Ever since, the radio show aired once a week, keeping it's name, despite having topics other than the war nowadays.

"Well," Hermione started, "The last time I saw him, he had mentioned finding a bathroom. Perhaps that's where he is?"

"Hm." Rita hummed, glancing down at her quick-quotes and smirking, "I did notice him around that area. He had looked, and sounded, quite… ill. Perhaps he spent last night getting into the firewhiskey?" Rita tittered.

Ginny shifted, crossing her arms over her chest, neither confirming nor denying. She and Harry hadn't talked about announcing the pregnancy to the public yet, though she figured they would probably keep their privacy as long as possible, waiting until they couldn't hide it anymore. Either way, Ginny certainly wasn't going to tell Rita Skeeter of all people, especially not without talking to her husband about it first. If she played along with Rita's question, when the pregnancy did inevitably come out, Harry would have backlash for drinking while pregnant, not that he actually had, but if she denied it, they would have to come up with an excuse for why he would be there while sick.

"Though, I'm sure Mr. Potter can answer that question himself," Rita crouched down to where she was eyelevel with Harry, making eye contact through the gaps between his wife, brother, and sister. "Can't you, Mr. Potter?"