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: Why, I'm back again, writing the disclaimers which I loathe like Harry loathes Snape... Gee...

Lil' Author's Note: I'm terribly sorry that I haven't updated in weeks. It would be because my stupid computer did a meltdown on me and I had to get a new one, and my father decided it could wait three weeks, so I'm finally back!

Ginny woke up the next morning, feeling refreshed. Harry was in the other room making breakfast. As Ginny walked in, she yawned and looked at him attempting to make eggs. "Hey there." She said, coming up behind him and giving him a hug.

"Hey yourself." Harry said, smiling and burning the eggs at the same time. "So, what's up?"

"Nothing really." Ginny said. "Kaya's asleep. I'm just hoping You-Know-Who's lackies decide that it isn't worth the trouble to go after her."

"Gin..." Harry said, softly, turning around to face her. "That's not going to happen."

Ginny frowned. "Why not Mr. I-Know-Everything?"

"Because that's not how Voldermort operates." Harry said. "He doesn't surrender, and he doesn't give up. He waited fourteen years to get his original body back, and used my blood to get it. He's got a will stronger than an ox."

Ginny frowned even more, looking at the seriousness etched all over Harry's face. "He'll never get her Harry." Ginny said, with a conviction that she couldn't resonate through her body. She'd stop Voldermort if she had to give her own life.

Kaya bounced into the room with her jump rope. "Can we go to the zoo Mama?" She asked, bouncing up and down, the jump rope slapping against the floor of the kitchen. "Please, please, please??"

"Not today baby." Ginny said, smoothing her hair. Kaya frowned too, and Harry marveled at the fact that their frowns were nearly identical with the eyebrows scrunched together, and the chin wrinkled.

"Why?" Kaya demanded.

"Just not today baby, alright? We're going to stay here and have fun." Ginny said, taking over the cooking, which Harry had abandoned minutes ago.

Kaya was already off in her own world, humming and skipping rope. "I'll watch her." Harry said, feeling his Auror instincts take over.

"Sure." Ginny said, so softly that she had to strain to hear herself, let along Harry hearing what she said. He left the room, and Ginny turned her attention to the eggs and added some salt, wondering if her tears might help the eggs more.

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Harry went into Kaya's room. She was playing with a doll with dark brown hair and light blue eyes. The hair was merely yarn and the eyes were made out of thread sewn over and over until it looked like eyes. Kaya looked up at him with her own crystal blue eyes and smiled, so sweet. Like her mother. Harry thought. Kaya held up the doll. "Her name is Melissa." Kaya said quietly. "She's shy."

Harry smiled. "Can I say hi to Melissa?"

Kaya nodded seriously. "Hey Melissa." Harry said, staring at the doll.

Kaya looked up at Harry, and Harry looked back down at the tiny girl of five years old. "Are you my Papa?" Kaya asked suddenly.

Harry was so taken aback that he didn't know what to say. Kaya looked at him, and said, "You're my Papa." She said, nodding firmly, and somehow, Harry didn't want to argue with her. Either he thought he wouldn't this argument, or he wanted her to call him Papa.