Hey yall! Me again. I saw POA June 4, 2004 at 1:21 pm, and it was awesome! I recommend it to anyone and everyone. Very cool stuff. Thanks to all my lovely reviewers! You guys are awesome. Just a note: I won't have any internet (or computer) access what so ever starting June 12. I haven't been able to update much because of stuff relating to that. So, without further ado, the next chapter (It's really good).

Chapter 6: My life I know won't be the same

The next few weeks went by surprisingly quickly for Ginny. Regular lunches on Tuesdays and Thursdays with Harry, and sometimes Tyler would stop by to eat lunch with Ginny on Mondays, Wednesdays or Fridays. She told Harry about what happened with her and Tyler, and he took it surprisingly well, with as minimal jealousy and screaming as possible. All in all things were pretty good; nice boyfriend, nice job, nice friend, nice car, oh wait, never mind. Yep, things were looking up for Miss Genevra Molly Weasley. (A/N: foreshadowing, can't ya tell? lol. Ginny's real name is Ginevra, it's on JKR's website)

One day at lunch, Ginny and Harry were having a philosophical discussion on whether muggle TV's or computers were more entertaining. "I tell you, it's the television!" Ginny demanded. "Fine, fine. I give up. TV's are better. Speaking of which, I want to go and get one today in muggle London for the new flat. Want to come?" Harry asked. Harry started moving into a new flat earlier that week, he had most of his things out of the boxes and set up, but had yet to complete his living area.

"Oh, that would be great," Ginny replied, "I'm going to get off early today because I've got a physical at 2:00. Ugh, I hate those." she said. (A/N : Betcha can't guess what's gunna happen! Lol.)

"I know what you mean. How about I go home and clear out some space in the living room, take you to St. Mungo's, and while you are there I will go to some stores and see what TV's they have. After that we can go and pick one up and move it into my place." he said. "Sounds like a plan to me!" she said, excited to go to London.

And so, at around 1:45, Ginny and Harry apparated to St. Mungo's, and Harry left to go find a TV in the wilderness of London.

After numerous tests, and painful ones at that, the doctor came in with the results. Well, everything seems fine here, except you could cut back on the sodium a bit, you blood pressure is a bit high, and with the baby coming, you want to stay as healthy as possible." he said. "Right... Could you repeat that? I thought you said something about a baby?" Ginny said with a fake smile. "No, Ms. Weasley you heard correct. Congratulations, you're having a baby." he said happily.

After about 30 seconds... "DON'T YOU CONDRADULATE ME MR. I-AM-ALL-KNOWING-AND- KNOW-EVERYTHING! THIS IS NOT A CONGRATULATORY EVENT THANK YOU VERY MUCH! I'LL SOON BE COMING BACK TO YOU AFTER EVERYBODY IN MY FAMILY DECIDES TO KILL ME!" she screamed outrageously at the poor man. (A/N: wow, didn't see that coming, now did you. Sarcasm folks, it's a good thing.)

She stormed out of the office and went onto the street and sat on a bench, waiting for Harry to pick her up. He did so about five minutes later. "Hey, how'd it go?" he asked. She turned her head and looked murderously at him. "That bad huh?" he said seeing the look on her face. "Take me home now because I hate my family and everything in this damned world and this stupid place and anything magic and-" Ginny started, but was interrupted by Harry, "Ginny, you're rambling. I'll take you to my house, since you hate your family so much, and you can tell me what went wrong." he said kindly. She agreed.

So there they sat on Harry's couch, ten minutes into silence, Ginny sitting Indian style staring into her tea that was getting cold. "Are you going to tell me Gin?" he asked softly. She just sniffled and nodded her head. "It's horrible Harry. This was never supposed to happen." she said barely above a whisper. Harry, who had a suspicion of what was getting her so upset, was wishing that it wasn't so. "I'm pregnant Harry." she said, now sobbing into her cup of cold tea. Harry pulled her into a hug and stroked her hair. "It'll be okay Ginny. You'll be fine. You're strong, you can do this." he said in an attempt to comfort her.

Harry just sat there and let her cry before making her face what she was probably dreading. He finally had to say it, "Ginny, when are you going to tell Tyler?" he said softly, as to not upset her. "Tell Tyler? I can't tell Tyler!" she said in a panic. "Ginny, you have to, he's the father." he stated clearly. All he accomplished was a fresh wave of tears from Ginny. "I'll tell him next time he comes to lunch with me." she said once she calmed down. "OH MY GOD!" she said and sat up straight. "What?" Harry said, scared out of his mind by her sudden outburst. "Oh God, Harry, I have to tell my mom!" she panicked more than ever thought possible for a Weasley, and that was saying something, for the Weasley's were famous for it.

After Harry was certain that the hysterical redhead was no longer in panic mode and was stable enough to go home, he sent her on her way; because the parents would have his head if they found out she was spending time alone together with him at his apartment alone together, and that they were alone...together.

The next day Ginny left for work early to avoid her parents. She just prayed that Tyler would not come and pick her up for lunch. Well, God's inbox must have been full, because Tyler came.

"Tyler," Ginny started, very nervous, "I don't know how to say this." she stalled. "First, I need to know something." she said.

"What is it?" he asked, curious at her behavior. "Are you committed to me?" she asked. "Of course, Ginny. You know that." he said, astonished she would ask such a question. But she continued, "Do you love me?" she asked/said a little forcefully. "Ginny... this is a little sudden..." he said, not wanting to answer her. "Please just answer me Tyler." she said. "I don't know Ginny..." he trailed. "I need to know, because if you can't love me and our child, then I can't be with you." she said, looking him in the eye. "Our what?" Tyler asked dumbfounded. "Our child Tyler. I'm pregnant." she said clearly. "God, Ginny. How could this happen?" he said exasperated. "You're not going to keep it, are you?" he assumed.

"Of course I'm going to keep it!" she said raising her voice a bit. "You can't keep it Ginny. Be reasonable. Get an abortion." he said firmly. "I'll keep it if I damn well please! I'm not going to kill my own flesh and blood!" she practically yelled at him. "Look Ginny, if you keep the kid, then it's over. I'm not going to have any part of it." he said as he stood up. "Well then, I guess this is goodbye Tyler." she said as he walked out and left her standing alone in the café.

Ginny left heartbroken back to the Prophet, only to gather her things and apparate to Harry's flat. She looked at the clock on the wall and determined that he would home in about half an hour from training and decided to wait there on his couch in the living room.

Harry arrived at his flat about 45 minutes after Ginny did. "Ginny! God, don't do that! You scared me." he said as he walked out of his bedroom that he apparated to. "Knock or something next time, eh? How long have you been here?" he asked. "I've been here for 48 minutes." she said, voice cracking. "He was there, huh?" he stated, he could read it in her face. "Yeah." she said quietly, and proceeded to tell him what happened at the café.

"He told me get rid of it. He wanted to me to have an abortion. I'm not going to kill my child Harry." she told him. They were once again sitting on his couch with a cup of tea each. "What did you tell him?" he asked gently. "I told him no. Then he left me. Said he didn't want any part of it." she said, tears finding their way down her cheeks. "Gin I'm so sorry," he said as he pulled her into a hug. "I'll be here for you every step of the way. I promise." he said, determined to help her. "Thank you so much Harry." she said as she buried her face in his chest. "It's getting late, I've got to go home." she said after a while, wiping her eyes. "Hey, if you need anything, don't be afraid to stop by, ok?"

"Thanks Harry." she said, and went to the Burrow.

The next day was a Saturday, and after the rejection she took the day before, the one from her parents couldn't be nearly as bad. She was going to tell them. Today.

"Mom, I have something to tell you." she told her parents everything.

"And how are you going to support this child?" Molly asked. "I have a job, you know." Ginny quipped. "And where are you going to live?" Arthur pressed. "Here." she assumed. "Ginny, you can't stay here." her mother said, close to tears. "But mom, where will I go? I have to stay here." Ginny said incredulously. "I'm sorry, hon. You just can't stay here. You have to learn to provide for yourself before you can a child. You have 20 minutes to pack. That should be more than enough time." her father said sternly. Ginny looked resentfully and tearfully at her parents as she walked up the stairs to her room to pack all of her things. She magic'ed all of her things into one trunk in ten minutes flat, the bigger things she shrunk so they could fit.

She left without another word to her parents. She apparated to Diagon Alley. There she was; single, homeless, and pregnant. She decided to go to Tyler's and see if she could stay there. It was a false hope. She told him the ordeal, but only got the door slammed in her face. She couldn't count on Hermione, she was married to Ron, whose birthday party was that day; she didn't go. None of her family could be trusted. She decided to go to her office at the Prophet and sleep there. She would figure out something tomorrow.

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YAY! Long chapter this time! Wow, what an accomplishment. I lost all of my good redneck quotes, so no more. Told you this chapter was good (I think). Well, This is it for the next 2 or 3 weeks. I figured you deserved a good long chapter to tide you over. Lol.

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