A.N.: Thank you to all who have been reading and taking time to review. I've noticed I got some new readers. Some of you have commented on putting the English translations of the French directly after the French. I didn't do this because to me it looked too cluttered. This shouldn't be a problem anymore though, everything will probably be in English from here on out, I lost the bookmark to the page I was using as a translator. If I find it again there MAY be SOME French in an upcoming chapter that I have planned, but I'm not sure of anything at the moment. Glad to know you are all enjoying the story.

Also, someone pointed out to me that I had my settings so annonymous reviewers could not review. I was unaware of this, thank you for pointing it out to me, it has been fixed!

DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Ginny's eyes widened in pure shock and she looked at him, speechless. This was not what she had been expecting. In fact in all of her wildest dreams, the LAST thing she had ever imagined was for Harry to come home, only to tell her that he had a family.

Harry just sat and watched as disbelief, disappointment, and even a little bit of anger flashed across Ginny's face. This was what he had feared, had been so afraid of, ever since he had run into Hermione at Diagon Alley. No matter what anyone else thought of him, no matter how anyone else had reacted, this was what mattered the most. The only thing he cared about was how Ginny was going to react to his news. Her reaction was what would determine whether or not he would stay around, to try and get some part of his old life back.

If she was okay with things, then he would stay and work his hardest to make his old friends trust him again. Maybe things could never go back to the way they had once been, and he didn't expect them to, but maybe . . .just maybe he could come close. He ached to have the family structure around him again, the system of support he had come to depend on in his youth. It was something he desperately wanted back, for himself and for his girls.

However, if Ginny couldn't accept his children then he would leave again. Painful as it had been he had managed to live the past six years without his "family" and he would be able to do it again. As much as he wanted them back he would not do anything to make things more difficult on Ginny, nor would he expose his girls to the pain of being unwanted.

Seconds were ticking by and turning into minutes as the pair sat just looking at one another. Harry was beginning to become uncomfortable under Ginny's gaze and was starting to consider the possibility of just getting the girls and going when finally Ginny regained control of her voice.

"I-I'm sorry, I think I misheard you," She croaked out in disbelief. "Could you please repeat that?"

"I have kids, Gin. I'm the very proud father of two beautiful little girls."

"I see. A-and you're married?"

"No."

"No?"

"Things didn't work out between us," Harry told her, not wanting to go into the long explanation.

"Okay." Ginny breathed, trying to rationalize one thing at a time, in small details. "And how often do you see them?"

"All the time. Their mother didn't want them, I have sole custody."

"YOU have them? And where are they now? "

"They're out in the kitchen. Your mum, Ron, and Hermione are watching them. They are what your mum was talking about when she said she'd take care of things for me."

"They're here? You've brought them to my house?"

"There really wasn't much else of a choice, Ginny. Hermione insisted that I come here. I had nowhere else to take them, and they aren't old enough to stay by themselves."

"How old are they?"

"Five."

"Both of them?"

"Yes, they're twins."

Ginny nodded and looked down, alternately playing with a ring on one of her hands and the necklace she wore around her neck. It was greatly frightening Harry how calmly she was taking all of this. After two years of a relationship he had learned, the hard way, that Ginny was a spitfire and had the famed red head temper. Never had he seen her so placid when faced with something that upset her, particularly when he was the one she was upset with. In the time span of two years Harry had been screamed at, hexed, and had a countless number of thing thrown at his head.

Again it seemed like an eternity until the silence was broken. Eventually Ginny looked back up at him with an unreadable expression in her eyes.

"How long?"

"Huh?" Harry asked as his face twisted in confusion. "How long, what?"

"How long until you get bored with them and you decide to leave them?"

"Ginny, WHAT are you talking about?"

"Your children. We all know that you SUCK at commitment," Ginny snapped at him. "So how long until it gets to be too much and you decide you don't want them anymore, huh?"

"I would never do something like that to my girls, I love them too much. They're my whole world, Gin. I could never just leave them!" Harry retorted in shock, not believing that she could actually think such a thing about him.

"Yeah right," She jeered. "You used to say the same thing about me. Then you decided that I wasn't enough for you, so you just up and left me."

"Gin, it wasn't like that . . ."

"Like hell it wasn't. The entire time we were together you wouldn't even touch me, gave me some bullshit line about wanting to wait until after the wedding to make it 'more special' and now I find out you've screwed half of London. Then you have the nerve to tell me it wasn't because I wasn't enough for you? Just tell me something Harry, are you going to have the decency to leave your girls with somebody or are you just going to take off in the night, letting them discover you gone in the morning?"

"DAMN IT, GINNY!" Harry yelled at he jumped to his feet. "I am NOT going to leave my daughters. I made a mistake, yes, but that was SIX years ago! I have changed. Those girls are MINE, my flesh and blood. There is nothing that could make me leave them."

"Whatever." Ginny snapped as she stood up, clearly not believing him. "I can't deal with this right now."

She brushed past him swiftly, not even giving him a second glance as she left the room. Harry watched her as she walked out and then fell back down to the couch and buried his face in his hands as he heard her walk upstairs. That wasn't exactly how he had hoped things would go, but at least now he had his answer now as to what he needed to do.

"I take it things didn't go well?"

Harry started at the sound of a voice coming from the doorway. He looked up and saw Mrs. Weasley standing there, watching him sadly.

"No," He sighed. "She was really calm at first, and then she started implying that I would someday leave Abigail and Rachel, the way I had left her. That upset me and I exploded at her, that's when she left."

"I'm sure she didn't mean it though, darling. She knows you well enough to know that you wouldn't desert your blood."

"No, I think she honestly believes that I would just up and abandon them." Harry argued sadly. "At any rate, I know that my stay here has ended. Where are the girls? We need to be going."

"Nonsense, Harry." Molly Weasley protested as she sat on the couch and embraced him. "We've only just got you back, I can't let you leave now."

"No, me being here will only upset Ginny, and I don't want that."

"On the contrary, I think having you here will do her some good. She just hasn't been the same since you left, Harry. She lost her happiness."

"And I'm sorry about that, I truly am," He lamented. "But it's too late to change now. I can't stay, Mrs. Weasley, I just can't. She hates me, and she is going to hate my girls. I can't do that to them."

"She doesn't hate you or the girls, Harry. Ginny just isn't herself lately, her emotions are going out of control." Mrs. Weasley explained to him.

"Oh?"

"Yes. You see . . . Ginny is pregnant."

"Sh-she's what?"

"Pregnant, dear. She only told us last week, she's not very far along . . .only about a month or two I'd say. I probably shouldn't have said anything, but you needed to know. You see, she's not thinking like herself, she probably isn't completely aware of what she's saying."

"I-I see," Harry stuttered. This was a major revelation to him and he wasn't completely sure as to how he was supposed to react. "That's all the more reason for me to leave, though. She's moved on with her life, I don't want to cause any awkwardness between her and her husband."

"There is no husband."

"Her boyfriend, then. Having your ex and your current both around would be odd for her, and cause her undue stress. I'm sure the baby's father wouldn't appreciate that. I know that when Alyssa was pregnant, I was very protective of her, I didn't want anything happening to the babies."

"That's the thing though, Harry. There is no boyfriend, Ginny hasn't seen anyone since you. She refused to name the father, she keeps saying there isn't one."

"Um, oh. But still, I really can't stay. Tomorrow I have a meeting about my placement for work."

"Placement?" Mrs. Weasley asked, curiosity in her voice.

"Yes, I'm going to be working at a teen center, the same as I have been. There are two around here, one in London . . .a few blocks from Knockturn Alley. The other is in Hogsmeade across from the Hogs Head. Tomorrow I'm to find out which I'll be working at."

"Why can't you stay here until your meeting?"

"We're meeting at The Leaky Cauldron. It's just easier for me to already be there."

"But . . .if you go back tonight who will watch the girls while you're in your meeting? If you stay here I'd be more than happy to watch them."

"They'll go with me," Harry explained patiently. He truly didn't want to stay at the Burrow and he was trying to get out of doing so as politely as possible.

Molly sighed in resignation as she realized that she wasn't going to win the battle.

"Harry, if I let you leave . . .you will come back?"

"Only if you want." Harry replied hesitantly.

"Of course I do. And so do my children, regardless of what they say."

Harry nodded, though he didn't totally believe her, and walked into the kitchen.

"Abigail, Rachel, come. It's time to leave."

The two girls jumped up from where they had been sitting at the table and ran to their father, attaching themselves to his legs. Harry smiled and squeezed each of them, happy to have his girls back with him. They hadn't been separated long, but with the tension in the house it had seemed like a lifetime.

"You're . . .leaving?" Hermione asked in shock. "But I thought you were going to stay."

"Not right now, Hermione. It would be too much all at once. I'll be back though, I promise, and if you want to find me I'll be above The Leaky Cauldron, we're in room 158."

"O-okay. But, if you up and disappear . . . . ."

"I won't," Harry reassured her as he enveloped her in a hug. "I have at least one of my friends back, I don't want to lose you."

"You're not going to lose me," Hermione whispered as she hugged him back. "I'll come see you soon?"

"That would be fine."

Harry let go of his grasp on her and stepped back, sending a quick, courteous nod in Ron's direction. He then held on to the girls and took them back into the living room and stepped into the fireplace. He gave one last glance at the people in the room before the girls and he disappeared into the green flames.