[Author's Note – Wow, it's taken me a long time to get this chapter up. Sorry about that. I guess since my love life in real life is screwed up to high heavens right about now I haven't been in the mood to write this stuff… but here goes nothing. Thanks for the reviews so far!]
'Here we are, safe at last
We can breath a sigh, seems the storm has passed
All our friends would ask us why with all that stood between us
Why did we even try no one knew, imagined we could make it
But it only made us glad, we both believed...
You and me, we're a miracle; meant to be
And nothing can change it
Mountains move
And oceans part
When they are standing in our way
You and me, we're a miracle;
Angels stand watching over
And heaven shines upon us, everyday
All my life, I felt incomplete
But you turned my soul, with your love so sweetly
You hear my thoughts, you read my mind
You're the part of me, I thought I'd never find
No one I know can make me feel like you do
Hold me and I feel like I can fly...'
"We're A Miracle" by Christina Aguilera
Ch. 2
"Harry!" Harry felt two arms pull him into a large bear hug and when he finally had the chance to pull away, he looked up to see his tall, red-headed best friend grinning at him broadly.
"Harry! Ginny!" Hermione's voice squealed as she came waddling into the living room.
"Hermione!" Ginny rushed over to her favorite sister-in-law and embraced her.
"How is everyone?" Ginny asked anxiously as everyone was seated after receiving and giving big bear hugs to and from everyone. Ginny glanced around the room at the thirty plus Weasleys'. There was Percy and Penelope and their four children, Elizabeth, Emily, P.J., and Penny; Charlie and Amelia with Oliver and Rachel; Bill and Fleur with Zenith, Alura, Catrina, Cilia, and the latest triplets Aurora, Ben, and Cal; George and Katie with Christopher, Jonathan, and Matthew; Harry, Ginny, and James; Hermione and Ron; Fred and Angelina with their three children, Marinda, Fred, and Katherine; not to mention Molly and Arthur were also accompanying the other thirty four Weasleys'.
"Mommy!" Marina whined at Angelina, running from the kitchen, into the living room where all the adults were seated. Angelina smiled at Fred as Marinda came leaping into her lap, hugging her neck tightly. "They won't let me play!" Marina exclaimed, as tears ran down her face.
"What are you talking about, sweetie?" Angelina sighed, wiping the tears from the child's face.
"The boys… They say Quidditch is a boy's sport; That it's not for girls."
"Oh, please, honey. Go show those boys who's boss!" Angelina smiled at her daughter with encouragement as seven year old Marinda climbed off of her mothers lap and ran outside again.
"Gosh, they're all growing up so fast…" Charlie said as he watched Marinda run back outside to rejoin the boys.
"I know it. Seems just yesterday everyone waited anxiously for Ginny to give birth to little James and now he's three years old." Molly sighed and smiled lovingly at her only daughter who was busy playing with the little Harry look-a-like. Harry scooted closer to his wife on the floor and put his arm securely around her waist and joined in playing with little James.
"Before you know it they'll all be graduating Hogwarts'," Arthur stated somewhat solemnly but still managed to maintain that content glint in his eye.
That's when Ginny noticed a small tear trickling down Molly's cheek.
"Speaking of Hogwarts… How are Mr. And Mrs. Prefect's children doing?" Harry said in a jokingly mocking tone.
Penelope and Percy grinned widely at the mention of their old titles and nicknames.
"P.J. is doing just fine. His first year at Hogwarts is just going just great," Penelope smiled jubilantly at the thought of her oldest son and oldest of the latest Weasley generation.
"Top grades. The very tip top." Percy interrupted proudly.
Everyone smiled at Percy on the outside, but on the interior everyone was rolling their eyes. Percy, after all, had been quite a bossy Head Boy and every child that had ever been "under his ruling" at one point in their life couldn't completely forget it.
"Everyone ready for lunch?" Molly asked glancing down at her muggle wrist watch and standing up. Everyone nodded. Ginny picked up James and headed for one of the bathrooms to wash his hands.
"Mommy, No wash hands!" James giggled as Ginny turned the faucet on releasing a stream of warm water. Ginny gently nudged James' hands under the faucet and he began giggling at the sensation of the mixture of soap and water resulting in bubbles on his skin.
A few minutes later, Ginny was drying his hands with a fluffy beige towel.
"All done!" Ginny said quickly and set the little boy down on the floor.
She suddenly felt dizzy. Ginny grabbed at the sink to help support her limp body as she felt the familiar way of nausea wash over her body.
James looked up in horror at his mother who was now doubling over the sink, throwing up everything she'd had for breakfast.
"Daddy!" James went running into the kitchen as quickly as possible. Harry was seated at the huge kitchen table and opened his arms to his son that looked extremely upset.
"What is it James?" Harry looked at his son worriedly. As James approached him, he grabbed one of his father's large hands and tried his hardest to pull him toward the bathroom in which Ginny was being sick in.
"Mommy!" James exclaimed still attempting to pull Harry out of his seat, but failing miserably. Harry immediately picked James up and rushed toward the bathroom where Ginny had taken James just a few moments before with Ron, Hermione, and other family members at his heels.
"Honey?" He called as he turned the corner and stepped into the white tile, light yellow wallpapered bathroom just in time to catch Ginny as she crumpled to the bathroom floor.
[AUTHOR'S NOTE~~ I love you people! Please review! Seriously, sorry it took so long. I've really got the plot figured out! WHEW HEW! Sooner you review, sooner next chappie goes up! 3, Hannah]