Disclaimer: Harry Potter is from the creative genius that is J.K. Rowling.
I am not her. This is merely a fan fiction to tide us over until Book 6.
A/N: I forgot in the last update to tell you that the quote in the prologue is an old family saying. I'm not sure where it comes from. `/`/`/`/`/`/``/`/`/`//``/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`//``/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/` /`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/
Three weeks later . . .
Harry Potter made his way down the corridor in the auror's division of the Ministry of Magic. It had been a long three weeks, but finally his team had managed to capture a few rouge dark wizards.
He had been back in the country for a few hours, but hadn't been home yet. Debriefing took up most of his time, and he still had some paperwork do to before he could turn in the rest of his case.
Making his way toward his office, Harry passed several people who smiled and him in a knowingly way. It made him suspicious, but nothing prepared him for what one woman said.
"Hey big daddy," a tall woman said as she passed him in the hall.
Harry looked back at the woman, who was in her 30s and had short brown hair. She was no match for Ginny, but no one had ever hit on him in the office. Well, he thought, that was ... odd.
Shaking his head, Harry entered his office and surveyed the damage. Before sitting down, there were still a few reports to finish, but nothing he couldn't do until tomorrow. He had sometime off coming, as always after a mission, but paperwork had to be done first. Sitting down, he looked at his desk.
Harry just sighed at the pile of letters on his desk. By the look of some of the mess on his floor, someone had sent him a couple of howlers too. Not wanting to deal with the messages, he looked over at the calendar to see what day it was and wondering what Ginny was doing now.
Noting it was a Sunday morning; Harry wasted no time apparating to the Burrow to see his wife and the rest of the Weasley's. Landing in the living room, Harry was nearly run over by George's son as he raced up the stairs. Charlie's son, Leeson, ran in the opposite direction toward the kitchen.
"Hey Uncle Harry!" he heard them yell.
"Hey guys," he replied, as he peeked his head into the kitchen to see most of the rest of the Weasley family gathered around the table, except for the children and Ron and Hermione that were going in from the porch.
"Ah, the man of the hour!" bellowed George as Harry popped into the kitchen.
"Harry!" Ginny yelled as she rushed to him and threw her arms around him. Harry held onto his wife, loving every moment.
"I pity you mate," Ron said under his breath as he helped Hermione get into the kitchen. This was met with a smack from his wife.
"Don't listen to him Harry," Hermione said, scowling at her husband.
"Er, OK," Harry said, trying to figure out what was going on. Fred and George sat at the table with Fred's son Peeves between them. To this day Harry had no idea why Angelina let him name their son that. Charlie was trying to get his son to go outside and play, while George's kid caused an explosion upstairs. Mr. Weasley held Bill's twin girls on his lap, while Bill helped Fleur with the dishes.
"Georgie stop that! That wasn't a good explosion anyway!" George yelled upstairs. "Add some more dragon scales!"
"Good thing Angelina and Kat are shopping," Fred said to his brother.
Despite all this going on, everyone seemed to be looking at Harry.
"Well what do you think?" Ginny asked hugging him.
"About what?" Harry said looking around the Burrow to see if something had been rearranged.
"Didn't you read any of the letters I sent to your office?" Ginny asked, pulling away from him.
"Or the howlers we sent?" Fred asked.
"No, I just wanted to come home and see you right away," Harry said grabbing a hold of Ginny and wrapping his arms around her.
"So you don't know," Hermione asked.
"Don't know what?" Harry said confused as Ginny turned to look at him. The rest of the Weasley family seemed to look at her.
"I think it would be best if you heard the news at home," Ginny said, before turning to her family. "I'll talk to you tomorrow."
Grabbing a pinch of floo powder, Ginny said "Home" and disappeared in a puff of emerald smoke.
Confused, Harry turned back to the rest of the Weasley clan. Everyone, but Ron was looking away from him. Ron was just shaking his head. Sighing, Harry took some floo powder and yelled "home."
A second later, Harry stumbled out of the fireplace in his home, and immediately tripped over several items. Catching himself before he fell on his face, Harry looked around to see Ginny standing not far away.
Harry turned to see what he tripped over as he got up and dusted himself off. There was a bassinet, pram, some cloth nappies, bottles and several other items.
"Ginny, what is all this stuff?" Harry asked motioning to the baby items by the hearth. "Are we watching Fred or George's kids or something? If so I really need to put up some wards around, well, everything knowing them. And if you're still sick, we can't watch them. You'll be too worn out and —"
Ginny put a finger on Harry's lips to silence him as her eyes danced with amusement. She loved the man, but Hermione was right, he was thick. She decided to have a little fun with him until he caught on.
"I'm afraid I'm going to be worn out for quite awhile Harry," Ginny said sighing as she turned her back to him, hiding the smile on her face.
"Why?" he said confused, before a worried expression crossed his face. Panicking he asked, "It wasn't the flu was it? You're really sick. Is it bad?"
"I'm afraid I'll have the condition for almost a year, and then the, er, complications from it for the rest of my life," Ginny said, trying hard not to laugh. She still hadn't turned to face her husband yet, afraid she's bust out laughing.
Harry's heart was beating heavily in his chest. No, this couldn't be happening. He had climbed out of the horrible life he had; he'd defeated Lord Voldemort and now was able to get on with his life with his wonderful wife. Now she was telling him she was very sick. Nothing was going to happen to her. He looked at her back, which was turned to him. Was this so bad that she couldn't face him to tell him about it?
He didn't know what was wrong with her, but they'd get through this together. He would get the best doctors, call in specialists — specialists!
"Have you seen a specialist about this?" he asked his throat going dry.
"Oh yes," Ginny said, trying to stifle back a laugh. "She said we'd just have to wait things out."
Heartbroken, Harry rushed to his wife, who he assumed was stifling a sob. He pulled her to him, hugging her for dear life.
"What ever it is we'll get through this," he said his voice cracking as he held her. "Do they know what caused this?"
Ginny couldn't take it anymore. Breaking her husband's embrace, she looked up at him and smiled, "I'm afraid you caused it, love."
Worry was replaced with confusion on Harry's face from the look his wife was giving him, "Huh?"
"I'm pregnant you prat!" she squealed excitedly as she hugged him.
"What?" he said confused, as he felt very light-headed.
Smiling, Ginny took one of Harry's hands and placed it on her stomach.
"We are going to have a baby," she said, smiling up at him.
"How?" he asked stunned, as he rubbed his hand on her stomach. "I mean I know how, obviously, but when?"
"As far as I can tell right around the week of your birthday. So I'm about two months along," she said, before noticing how pale Harry was. "Are you alright?"
"I - I need to sit down," he said as stumbled backward.
"Accio chair!" Ginny yelled, unfortunately all the chairs from the kitchen flew into the living room. Fortunately, Harry managed to land in one.
Concerned, Ginny knelt down in front of him. Shaking, Harry ran his hands through his hair.
"Harry?" Ginny questioned, "Say something please."
Harry looked down at his wife. His heart was still beating heavily in his chest. In fact, it felt a lot like a bludger had hit him. However, looking down at Ginny, with tears of happiness and concern in his eyes he couldn't help but smile. A baby, wow.
"I take it this is a belated 28th birthday present then?" he said smiling, as he pulled her into his lap and put a hand on her stomach.
"Yes," Ginny said happily as she hugged him. "Are you all right?"
"Surprised, stunned and amazed," he said happily before kissing her. "Merlin I love you, both of you."
Ginny giggled and laid her head on Harry's shoulder.
"We'll have to celebrate," Harry said, trying to catch his breath from all the excitement. "I'm not sure how though."
"Let's celebrate like we normally do when you come home," Ginny said kissing his neck. "Unfortunately tomorrow night my brothers have something planned, so I'll have to forego you for a night."
"I think," Harry said as scooped Ginny into his arms. "I'd much rather stay here with you."
Unfortunately, the next night Harry found himself hauled away from the comfort of his own home by four of his brothers-in-law for a night of celebration that one would have to see to believe.
A/N: I forgot in the last update to tell you that the quote in the prologue is an old family saying. I'm not sure where it comes from. `/`/`/`/`/`/``/`/`/`//``/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`//``/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/` /`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/
Three weeks later . . .
Harry Potter made his way down the corridor in the auror's division of the Ministry of Magic. It had been a long three weeks, but finally his team had managed to capture a few rouge dark wizards.
He had been back in the country for a few hours, but hadn't been home yet. Debriefing took up most of his time, and he still had some paperwork do to before he could turn in the rest of his case.
Making his way toward his office, Harry passed several people who smiled and him in a knowingly way. It made him suspicious, but nothing prepared him for what one woman said.
"Hey big daddy," a tall woman said as she passed him in the hall.
Harry looked back at the woman, who was in her 30s and had short brown hair. She was no match for Ginny, but no one had ever hit on him in the office. Well, he thought, that was ... odd.
Shaking his head, Harry entered his office and surveyed the damage. Before sitting down, there were still a few reports to finish, but nothing he couldn't do until tomorrow. He had sometime off coming, as always after a mission, but paperwork had to be done first. Sitting down, he looked at his desk.
Harry just sighed at the pile of letters on his desk. By the look of some of the mess on his floor, someone had sent him a couple of howlers too. Not wanting to deal with the messages, he looked over at the calendar to see what day it was and wondering what Ginny was doing now.
Noting it was a Sunday morning; Harry wasted no time apparating to the Burrow to see his wife and the rest of the Weasley's. Landing in the living room, Harry was nearly run over by George's son as he raced up the stairs. Charlie's son, Leeson, ran in the opposite direction toward the kitchen.
"Hey Uncle Harry!" he heard them yell.
"Hey guys," he replied, as he peeked his head into the kitchen to see most of the rest of the Weasley family gathered around the table, except for the children and Ron and Hermione that were going in from the porch.
"Ah, the man of the hour!" bellowed George as Harry popped into the kitchen.
"Harry!" Ginny yelled as she rushed to him and threw her arms around him. Harry held onto his wife, loving every moment.
"I pity you mate," Ron said under his breath as he helped Hermione get into the kitchen. This was met with a smack from his wife.
"Don't listen to him Harry," Hermione said, scowling at her husband.
"Er, OK," Harry said, trying to figure out what was going on. Fred and George sat at the table with Fred's son Peeves between them. To this day Harry had no idea why Angelina let him name their son that. Charlie was trying to get his son to go outside and play, while George's kid caused an explosion upstairs. Mr. Weasley held Bill's twin girls on his lap, while Bill helped Fleur with the dishes.
"Georgie stop that! That wasn't a good explosion anyway!" George yelled upstairs. "Add some more dragon scales!"
"Good thing Angelina and Kat are shopping," Fred said to his brother.
Despite all this going on, everyone seemed to be looking at Harry.
"Well what do you think?" Ginny asked hugging him.
"About what?" Harry said looking around the Burrow to see if something had been rearranged.
"Didn't you read any of the letters I sent to your office?" Ginny asked, pulling away from him.
"Or the howlers we sent?" Fred asked.
"No, I just wanted to come home and see you right away," Harry said grabbing a hold of Ginny and wrapping his arms around her.
"So you don't know," Hermione asked.
"Don't know what?" Harry said confused as Ginny turned to look at him. The rest of the Weasley family seemed to look at her.
"I think it would be best if you heard the news at home," Ginny said, before turning to her family. "I'll talk to you tomorrow."
Grabbing a pinch of floo powder, Ginny said "Home" and disappeared in a puff of emerald smoke.
Confused, Harry turned back to the rest of the Weasley clan. Everyone, but Ron was looking away from him. Ron was just shaking his head. Sighing, Harry took some floo powder and yelled "home."
A second later, Harry stumbled out of the fireplace in his home, and immediately tripped over several items. Catching himself before he fell on his face, Harry looked around to see Ginny standing not far away.
Harry turned to see what he tripped over as he got up and dusted himself off. There was a bassinet, pram, some cloth nappies, bottles and several other items.
"Ginny, what is all this stuff?" Harry asked motioning to the baby items by the hearth. "Are we watching Fred or George's kids or something? If so I really need to put up some wards around, well, everything knowing them. And if you're still sick, we can't watch them. You'll be too worn out and —"
Ginny put a finger on Harry's lips to silence him as her eyes danced with amusement. She loved the man, but Hermione was right, he was thick. She decided to have a little fun with him until he caught on.
"I'm afraid I'm going to be worn out for quite awhile Harry," Ginny said sighing as she turned her back to him, hiding the smile on her face.
"Why?" he said confused, before a worried expression crossed his face. Panicking he asked, "It wasn't the flu was it? You're really sick. Is it bad?"
"I'm afraid I'll have the condition for almost a year, and then the, er, complications from it for the rest of my life," Ginny said, trying hard not to laugh. She still hadn't turned to face her husband yet, afraid she's bust out laughing.
Harry's heart was beating heavily in his chest. No, this couldn't be happening. He had climbed out of the horrible life he had; he'd defeated Lord Voldemort and now was able to get on with his life with his wonderful wife. Now she was telling him she was very sick. Nothing was going to happen to her. He looked at her back, which was turned to him. Was this so bad that she couldn't face him to tell him about it?
He didn't know what was wrong with her, but they'd get through this together. He would get the best doctors, call in specialists — specialists!
"Have you seen a specialist about this?" he asked his throat going dry.
"Oh yes," Ginny said, trying to stifle back a laugh. "She said we'd just have to wait things out."
Heartbroken, Harry rushed to his wife, who he assumed was stifling a sob. He pulled her to him, hugging her for dear life.
"What ever it is we'll get through this," he said his voice cracking as he held her. "Do they know what caused this?"
Ginny couldn't take it anymore. Breaking her husband's embrace, she looked up at him and smiled, "I'm afraid you caused it, love."
Worry was replaced with confusion on Harry's face from the look his wife was giving him, "Huh?"
"I'm pregnant you prat!" she squealed excitedly as she hugged him.
"What?" he said confused, as he felt very light-headed.
Smiling, Ginny took one of Harry's hands and placed it on her stomach.
"We are going to have a baby," she said, smiling up at him.
"How?" he asked stunned, as he rubbed his hand on her stomach. "I mean I know how, obviously, but when?"
"As far as I can tell right around the week of your birthday. So I'm about two months along," she said, before noticing how pale Harry was. "Are you alright?"
"I - I need to sit down," he said as stumbled backward.
"Accio chair!" Ginny yelled, unfortunately all the chairs from the kitchen flew into the living room. Fortunately, Harry managed to land in one.
Concerned, Ginny knelt down in front of him. Shaking, Harry ran his hands through his hair.
"Harry?" Ginny questioned, "Say something please."
Harry looked down at his wife. His heart was still beating heavily in his chest. In fact, it felt a lot like a bludger had hit him. However, looking down at Ginny, with tears of happiness and concern in his eyes he couldn't help but smile. A baby, wow.
"I take it this is a belated 28th birthday present then?" he said smiling, as he pulled her into his lap and put a hand on her stomach.
"Yes," Ginny said happily as she hugged him. "Are you all right?"
"Surprised, stunned and amazed," he said happily before kissing her. "Merlin I love you, both of you."
Ginny giggled and laid her head on Harry's shoulder.
"We'll have to celebrate," Harry said, trying to catch his breath from all the excitement. "I'm not sure how though."
"Let's celebrate like we normally do when you come home," Ginny said kissing his neck. "Unfortunately tomorrow night my brothers have something planned, so I'll have to forego you for a night."
"I think," Harry said as scooped Ginny into his arms. "I'd much rather stay here with you."
Unfortunately, the next night Harry found himself hauled away from the comfort of his own home by four of his brothers-in-law for a night of celebration that one would have to see to believe.