Title: Dreams Kill

Author: Fallen Angel of Hell

Rating: PG-13

Coupling: Draco and Hermione, Ginny and Harry

Disclaimer: After 10 previous disclaimer remarks what makes you think I own this now. Plot and original characters are mine.

Original Characters: Anya Turner and Destiny Nickson and Larissa Scott (not very important)

Summary: All hell seems to break loose when Dudley admits what he relived when the dementors attacked Harry. OotP spoilers

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Much thanks to the oh so wonderful beta reader Queen of the Elven City! Let's hope that she sticks around for whatever I write next.

Ch. 11 Changes

"If the people we love are stolen from us, the only way they have them live on is to never stop loving us. Buildings burn, people die, real love is forever." –Sarah 'The Crow'

Six Years Later

Harry looked out a window in his attic. So much had changed in the past six years.

Not long after graduation Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Malfoy were all separated into different areas preparing for war. Ginny wouldn't join them until a year later when she had graduated. By then the war had been terrible. The Weasley's buried Percy that year and told Ginny that they didn't want her fighting.

Three years after Harry had graduated he met Voldemort for the very last time. There were several things to sort out after the final battle, but nobody had really cared. There weren't many Death Eaters to recapture which created a safer environment. Every remaining Weasley, the Golden Trio and Malfoy all returned to their homes.

When it came to people, Sirius had married a young woman from Ireland named Shannon a year after he was transformed into James White. The two had been honest with each other from the start. Shannon came with baggage which included a little girl from her first marriage and Sirius had admitted that he like instant families.

Anya didn't like to linger around her father too often. The last anyone had heard out of her they found that she was a midwife living in New York forever giving up studying dreams.

Malfoy and Hermione had managed a very healthy relationship despite their bloodlines. The two were married the previous year while they were both sure that there would be no disputes. Malfoy's father had died in the twelfth battle leaving no remaining family other than the disowned family members from his mother's side of the family. Hermione's family didn't really care who she married as long as he loved her and was a respectful man.

During Harry's second year fighting he had a run in with Ginny and Malfoy. Neither of them had admitted that they wanted to get together, but at that moment during the crossfire they had let their feeling known just by one look. What they had shared gave them something worth fighting for.

As for Ron, he moved in with his girlfriend Mina just next door to where the Weasley Burrow stood.

Now Harry and Ginny had a happy little family except for the fact there was no baby in the picture... yet.

Feeling eyes on his back Harry turned to see his fiancée smiling at him, hand over her swollen belly. Even at seven months she was the most beautiful woman Harry had ever seen.

"I hate coming upstairs," she said taking a seat in a chair they had put in one of the corners.

"Ginny the Healer told you that you are supposed to stay in bed," he told her.

"Harry I am going to be fine," she assured him with a smile, "Mum had the same problem with me when she was pregnant. It just tells us that it's a girl."

Smiling Harry walked over to where Ginny was seated. A week earlier Ginny had begun to feel contractions that had frightened the both of them into thinking that she had gone into labor. They rushed to St. Mungo's hoping that their baby wouldn't come three months early. The Healer assured them that the baby was in perfect health and told Ginny that she needed at least two weeks worth of strict bed rest.

"What makes you think that it's a girl?" he asked kissing her cheek.

"Only a girl would want to get out of me like this," she answered placing Harry's hand on her stomach where several furious kicks issued. "Have you met the town midwife yet?"

"No, I haven't had the time," he answered guiltily. "I want our little one to have a nursery that the other babies will be jealous of."

"Well under house arrest I can't go meet her," she scolded. "Go today."

"Fine," standing up he reached out for Ginny's hands. She took them and pulled herself up.

"Have you come up with anymore names?"

"Only boy names," he smiled taking her hand in his as they walked back to their bedroom.

"It's a girl, remember?" She said rubbing her free hand over where their baby was still kicking.

"How about James?"

"Mariska?" Harry frowned slightly.

"Maddox?"

"Anya's twin brother's name was Maddox," she reminded. "Katalin?"

"Makes me think of potions," he smiled. "Nicholas?"

"The baby is due in May, not December," she said thoughtfully, "Mirieille?"

"Bless you," the most recent name had sounded much like a sneeze. "Randall?"

"That's a good one," she laughed. "Ariana?"

"That is pretty," he smiled leading her into their bedroom. "Now I'll head into town and you lay down."

"Fine," she said slightly upset. "You remember the address right?"

Nodding his head he bent down kissing the mother to be. Before he left he set a two way mirror on the bedside table.

"Call me if anything happens," he told her placing one last kiss on her lips before he left.

The cold February air brushed his face as he walked through Hogsmead in search of the midwifes house. He hated leaving Ginny alone especially now that she and their baby could be in trouble. Kicking the snow as he walked he looked up to see Hermione walking towards him clutching a bundle in her arms.

"'Mione?" he called. Hermione stopped a few feet away from him.

"Harry!" she said happily.

"When did you have the baby?" he asked.

"A week ago," she answered, "his name is Xavier. How's Ginny?"

"On bed rest," he muttered. "The baby wanted to try to come a few months too early."

"I see," she nodded. "Well I have to go meet Draco. I'll try and drop by your house later. We're still in the process of moving into our house."

"Okay," he said continuing down the road and turning onto Willow Road. Walking a little more quickly than he had been he found a large house with a sign placed in the front yard. Snow covered up the midwifes name, but had not covered the place where MIDWIFE had been carved. He made his way up the walk and to the door.

Slightly nervous to meet the woman, Harry raised his hand to knock. A minute later the handle of the door twisted and opened. Unfortunately Harry had to look down to see who had answered the door. A little girl about the age of five with tiny black ringlets was standing in front of him with a cookie in her hand.

"Hi!" she said. "Are you looking for my mummy?"

"Yes, I am," he replied with a smile.

"Hang on," she said rushing towards another room. A couple minutes later the girl returned with a man that looked a great deal like Remus Lupin.

"Lupin?" Harry asked.

"Yes, come in, Anya will be with you in a minute," he said inviting Harry inside. Harry entered the hall and pulled off his winter cloak.

"When did you move here?" he asked. Lupin had moved to London a few years before when he quit teaching at Hogwarts.

"Daddy can I have another cookie?" the little girl asked tugging his arm.

"Maybe later Mira," he said, "now go play with your brother. About a month ago. Anya has been here a year now."

"Anya?" Harry questioned.

"Anya Turner," Lupin said. "Well it's Lupin now that we're finally married. I'm glad that Arthur changed that law."

"You were her fiancé!" he said. "Tell me Sirius knows."

"He does," Anya said appearing next to them fidgeting with a tie on the back of her shirt. From the looks of it she was also expecting. "He gave his blessings."

"Wonder why I wasn't told," he muttered.

"We wanted to keep it quiet," Lupin said. "We would've invited you, but it was a sort of run away marriage. Sirius didn't find out until we got back."

"Well getting married at three months pregnant isn't always the most honorable thing to do," Anya sighed thoughtfully before clapping her hands together, "So how might I help you?"

"My fiancée is expecting," he said.

There was a sudden sound of glass breaking and a little boy ran into Lupins legs. Anya looked into the living room questionably.

"Sirius Maddox Lupin what is going on?" Anya asked.

"Mira wanted a cookie," he answered. "I told her that she couldn't have another one."

Sighing heavily Lupin looked at his wife knowing that she had her duties to attend to and now he did too.

"We'll talk in my office," she said pointing into the room to her left. Harry walked past her into a room with several bookshelves dedicated to midwifery. Taking a seat in the chair in front of the desk Harry felt slightly nervous. Anya and Lupin had gotten married, something else he hadn't been on. Anya sat down across from him.

"Are they his?" he asked suddenly. "The boy and the girl?"

"Hypothetically speaking, yes, they are his," she said opening a ledger on her desk. "This one that hasn't settled since this morning is biologically his. Mira and Sirius' father doesn't know about them."

"I see," he muttered. "So Mira and Sirius' father is Snape?"

Anya looked at him with a look that told him the answer.

"It was meant to happen," she said, "onto your little one; when is Ginny due?"

"How did you-?"

"I guessed," she said grabbing a quill, "so when is she due?"

"May sixteenth," he said, "but the baby might come early. You see we had a bit of a scare about a week in a half ago."

"Braxton Hix contractions you mean?" she asked writing down Ginny's due date.

"No, she was having contractions, we went to the healer and she had dilated a couple centimeters."

"That's not good," she muttered, "here's the deal, she might go preterm. About two to three weeks tops. At thirty-six weeks the fetus is completely healthy for delivery, but forty weeks is ideal."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Harry looked at her strangely.

"In other terms your baby might come early," she said, "this happens sometimes. Is she on bed rest?"

"For about another week," he said thoughtfully. "Why?"

"I'm not so sure that is a proper amount of time," she said toughtfully, "May sixteenth, almost eight months now. She is to spend most of her time resting and is to take only necessity trips, no heavy lifting, no sex, no apparating, nada. Another thing is she needs to get in as much protein as possible, a recent study has said that early labor could be a result of lack of protein. We'll put her new due date at the last week of April, if she carries to the sixteenth good for her and the baby. Understand?"

"Yes," he said.

"One more thing," she said, "her full name."

"Gennifer Molly Weasley," he said.

"Alright," she said writing down that last bit of information. "I'll be coming by tomorrow to do a physical examination. I like to keep track of women who end up like this."

"Like what?" he asked slightly offended.

"Pre-term labors that are three months before the tentative due date," she said in her defense. "I'm always happy whenever the Healers can stop them."

"Oh," he sighed slightly.

"When's the wedding?"

"Not sure yet," he said, "but we're looking at August. I start teaching at Hogwarts in September."

"Yeah, I heard about the Defense Against the Dark Arts position opening up again," she said standing up rubbing her stomach slightly, "Snape's wife never was the type who liked children."

"Never met her," he said looking at his watch. "Well I have to go. I'll see myself out."

"I'll see you tomorrow then," she said walking over to her bookshelf.

:April:

"Harry!" Ginny's voice rang out suddenly in the dark. Harry woke up from a dead sleep.

"What is it?" he asked.

"My water broke," she said.

"Then we'll get you a new one," he muttered sleepily.

"No as in the baby is coming," she snapped. A bottle fell to the floor and shattered. At this point Harry was out of bed and headed towards the bathroom was.

His beautiful Ginny was bent over the bathtub clutching her stomach. She looked at him breathing heavily.

"It's not time," she said, "I'm not due for another three weeks."

There was a sudden pop from just behind them. Harry turned to see Lupin looking sleepy and slightly dazed.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked.

"Anya had a feeling that she was in labor," he said, "looks like she was right."

Lupin and Harry helped Ginny get to the bed in the dim candlelight. Contractions seemed to hit every two minutes. Half an hour later there was a knock at the door. Rushing downstairs and opening the door Harry saw Anya standing in front of him hand over her belly which had grown. She held a black leather bag.

"My husband didn't come back," she said, "how far apart are the contractions?"

"About two minutes," he replied holding the door open to let her in. "Who's watching Mira and Sirius?"

"Dad," she replied making her way upstairs to the bedroom.

Ginny lay in the bed, her face was contorted with pain as the last contraction hit. Taking a seat on the bed, Anya put her hand on Ginny's forehead.

"That's a good sign," she mumbled. "Do you want to lie in the bath?"

"I just came from the damn bathroom!" Ginny snapped as another contraction hit.

"Okay then," Anya muttered slightly amused. "If you two will kindly step outside."

Lupin nodded and gently escorted a very nervous Harry from the room. Harry had no clue how the labor would be. A couple months ago when they rushed to St. Mungo's both of them were frightened because they didn't want to lose their baby, now Harry was scared out of his wits. Never in his life had he seen a woman in labor or Ginny acting as if Satan had taken over her body.

"It's normal," Lupin said suddenly. "Anya kept going up to the third floor whenever she was in labor with the twins. The Mediwitch nearly skinned her alive. Finally, Anya hit the point where her contractions were thirty seconds apart. She gave up wandering after that."

"She's early," he mumbled. "Our baby is early. Is it normal to be scared?"

"Yes, perfectly normal actually," Lupin smiled. "The Healer said that my lovely wife will have to be induced since her pregnancy is special."

"You mean because the baby is part werewolf?"

"Unfortunately," he said sounding slightly sad. "You father would be proud Harry."

There was another pop and Harry turned to see Sirius standing in front of him.

"How is she doing?" He asked.

"She just went into labor," Harry said. "How did you find out?"

"Shannon told me," he said.

The door suddenly came open and Anya was standing in front of them scratching her forehead.

"Towels, blankets, sheets, anything," she said, "Ginny is dilated seven centimeters. Give it another hour or so and she'll be pushing."

"Already?" Harry said slightly nervous. Anya nodded.

"Well then," Sirius said, "let's go."

The three men rushed through the house in search of clean linens for the arrival of the new baby.

"Damn," Sirius suddenly said.

"What?" Harry and Lupin both asked.

"Is this what it's really like when someone has a baby at home?"

"I don't know for certain," Lupin said. "Mira and Sirius were born at a hospital. I was just as nervous as Harry though."

"Ok good," Sirius said.

"I've got a head!" they heard Anya call. Harry stopped what he was doing at that moment.

"Don't just stand there! Go!" Sirius said.

Shoving several towels into Lupins arms, Harry rushed up the stairs and into his bedroom where Ginny was gripping onto the headboard, her feet were pushing against Anya's shoulders.

"Push again!" Anya ordered. "Harry help her!"

Not knowing how to help Harry stood beside Ginny and began telling her how much he loved her.

"You did this!" she spat. "You are to never ever touch me again!"

"That sounds fine," he said slightly amused. There was a sudden cry as Anya held up a slimy little baby that had already been clipped away from its mother.

"It's a girl," she said. Ginny smiled breathing heavily before collapsing against the bed. Smiling Anya turned to wrap the newborn in a little blanket.

"I told you," she said, "I told you that it was a girl."

"And she's beautiful," Harry kissed Ginny gently on the forehead as their baby was laid into her arms. "What do we call her though?"

"She looks like a good Liliana," Ginny smiled as the baby reached up with her tiny hand. "What do you think?"

"I think it's beautiful," Harry whispered placing his fingers in their little girl's hand. Immediately she grasped the finger. "Hey there Liliana, I'm your daddy."

(The End)

So what do you think? It's my longest chapter yet. Well just below if you look there are a couple previews of other stories I'm considering. So far I have 42 good reviews, 1 flame, and 1 constructive critic. Not bad.

Daddy Dearest

Summary: Ginny comes to Harry after his last year at Hogwarts with some very unexpected news.

'All he could think about was I'm too young for this
Got my whole life ahead.

Hell I'm just a kid myself.

How'm I gonna raise one.' –Kenny Chesney 'There Goes My Life'

Harry James Potter was the biggest celebrity as many would put it, but in reality he was just Harry, a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Unfortunately he wasn't just Harry. He had been famous since he was fifteen months.

Famous for something he didn't remember very well. Now he lived a nightmare that he wanted to desperately escape, but couldn't.

So there he was, famous for a scar he had received as an infant. Now he was a troublemaking teen in his seventh year of Hogwarts with the most beautiful girlfriend he could possibly imagine.

Ginny Weasley was beyond beautiful, she was a goddess.

Now unfortunately she had a secret, one that would emerge in no less than six months.

Ginny bent over a book in her bedroom. School had ended two weeks before and she was going back in the fall pregnant.

"Ginny?" Harry asked. Jumping, Ginny closed the book and slid it under her bed. "What are you doing?"

"I'm just reading a bit," she said.

Frowning slightly Harry reached under the bed and pulled out the book Ginny had shoved under. He held up his wand and muttered Lumos. The cover of 'What to Expect When You're Expecting' lit up.

"What is this?" he asked.

"I," she started, "I have something to tell you."

"What?" he asked sounding concerned.

"I'm pregnant," she said her voice barely audible.

"What did you say?" he asked.

"I said," she swallowed, "I'm pregnant."

"Oh god," he sighed, "are you sure?"

"Positive," she said feeling the tears push into her eyes.

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Roadtrip

Summary: Harry, Draco, Ron and Hermione all end up stranded in America after a practical joke is played on them. Now they have no choice but to take a roadtrip out to California with a stranger. OOC for Draco.

"How the hell did this happen?" Draco asked searching his bag.

"Why are you asking me?" Harry asked throwing his hands in the air. Rolling her eyes, Hermione looked at both of the guys slightly annoyed.

"Arguing about it is not going to get us anywhere," she snapped. "I found this ad in the newspaper, listen, 'Looking for people to go on a roadtrip. Going to California.' How about that?"

"That is a long drive 'Mione," Ron said, "New York to California?"

"Well if Lindsay and Vincent hadn't decided to play that joke!" Harry said looking Draco square in the eye.

"I think the ad is perfect," Draco said. "What's the number?"

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