When You Cry, My Heart Weeps Twice as Hard

Summary: Set six years after Harry graduated. Ginny Weasley has a long kept secret. She became pregnant during her sixth year at Hogwarts. When Voldermort wants her daughter, who comes to protect her and her child? Why her ex-b/f Harry Potter. GW/HP

Rating: PG-13 for adult themes

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. There I said it. [turns to FanFiction.net] Now where's my twenty bucks? [looks sheepish] oops...I wasn't supposed to say that right?

Harry's POV

I woke up to a little jolt. At first I thought it was an earthquake, but it was only Kaya jumping on my bed. I reached for my glasses and put them on. "Shhh…" I said to Kaya. "You don't want to wake Mummy do you?"

"Mama." Kaya whispered.

"What?"

"It's not Mummy, it's Mama."

I smiled at her serious expression. "I'm sorry, Mama."

"Mama is awake." I was surprised at her talking abilities. She was specific about what she said. Almost like a nine year old, instead of five. "She's making breakfast!" She stared at me. "Harry?" She asked. "Is the bad man going to hurt Mama?"

"Not if I can help it." I said, stroking her hair. "Come on, let's get some breakfast." I smiled.

Kaya closed her eyes. She reached her hands up. A ball of light was in her hands. My eyes went wide. The light flew out of her hands and into the lamp on the bed stand. It shone with unnatural light. She smiled.

"How did you do that Kaya?" I asked. That was powerful magic, wandless magic. Even Dumbledore has trouble doing it. I was learning how to do it at the Ministry during Auror training, but didn't get the hang of it. Not a lot of people do, and even then, it takes years and years of practice. It takes all the energy out of you and I wasn't able to get out of bed for two days after trying something like lighting a lamp that way, and here is this five year old girl with the ability to do that and is still standing, smiling at me.

Kaya shrugged. "I just wanted the lamp to light, so you need light to do that, so I made light!" She smiled brightly.

"Does your Mama know about this?" I asked.

"Yes…" Kaya said nervously. "She doesn't like it though. She tells me not to do it…"

Kaya jumped off the bed. "Mama is making breakfast, come Harry." And she ran out of the room. I got up shaking my head. Kaya was very powerful. If Voldermort knew about this, he'd want her, and badly.