"Hey Potter! Where were you last night? Out getting laid?" yelled Malfoy as
he entered the Great Hall for breakfast.
"You could say that." Harry grinned. He looked around the hall for Ginny
Weasley.
"Who was it...Oh! Potter! Not Weasley! You disgust me!" he spat, then blushed
remembering who he bedded.
Harry's eyes rested on Georgia, and a flood of sadness washed over him. "Hey Malfoy." "What?" "Wanna come to my dad's last Quidditch match with me?" "Sure, when is...Hey! Why your dad's last match?" "Last watch with the Arrows. He's transferring to the Warriors. And we're going with him." "Really...wait! Aren't the Warriors Australian?" "Yep." "Potter! So you're, you're going to Australia!" "Aha." Malfoy was devastated, as was Petula Patil when she heard, but of course Acadia's response was different. "Oh my god Ali! Really?! You're dad's gonna be a star! Can you get me the Warrior's keepers autograph? He is so hot!"
So when the Christmas holidays came around, two out of three Potter's were miserable. They had packed all their things, and were in the bustle to get onto the carts, to get to Hogsmeade station. "Rebecca Lowe? James Minot? Lauren Tepee?" McGonagall ushered them out the front gate. "Draco Malfoy? Going with the Potter's for two days, then coming back?" "Yep." "And Potter's. Yes, well I wish you good luck at your new school." Ali smiled and bounced past, bubbly as usual. Harry was looking around gravely and Georgia had silent tears streaming down her face. Petula Patil and Acadia Zambini came behind them, as they, like Draco, were coming to James' last match with the Arrows.
As soon as they got out of the school gates, cameras began going off in their faces. "Miss Potter? How do you feel about having to move to Australia?" "Mr. Potter, are you proud of your father?" "Oh fuck off!" Harry pushed the reporters out of the way, pulling Georgia with him, and pulling Ali out of the limelight which she so clearly loved.
The ride to Kings Cross station was fairly quiet, except for Ali and Acadia useless chatter. When they got to the station, Ali ran up and greeted her parents enthusiastically. Harry and Georgia acknowledged them coldly then proceeded to the car. Tears sprang to Lily's eyes, but she pushed them away. "In the long run," she thought. "This will be better for everyone."
The next morning, Georgia woke up with the sound of tapping glass. It was the owl delivery The Daily Prophet. She paid it 5 Knuts and it soared away. She unrolled it and was very surprised to find herself on the front cover. There was a picture of herself last night, leaving Hogwarts, crying. Next to it, was an article titled Potter's Leave For Oz.
Today is James Potter's last game with the Appleby Arrows before moving to the higher ranked club, the Wollongong Warriors, in Australia. Potter seems ecstatic, a thought not shared by his two elder children, Harry and Georgia. Harry was in his 5th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and his younger twin sisters in their first. Minister for Magic Lucius Malfoy's son Draco will be accompanying Harry to his father's last match, before taking Muggle transport to Australia. Potter doesn't seem to care that his children don't want to leave their close friends, and young Harry, his girlfriend, the attractive 4th year Ginny Weasley.
Georgia scrunched up the newspaper and threw it in the bin. "Ginny Weasley hmm? Nah, just newspaper bullshit."
She pulled on a pair of jeans and a tank top, brushed her hair and headed downstairs. Ali was already there. "How are we getting there mum?" she asked. "Portkey." Answered her mother, pointing to an old boot sitting on the bureau. A few minutes later Harry came down, accompanied by Draco and a pissed off Petula. "You could have told me you were getting up!" "Sorry." Said Georgia. "Forgot."
An hour later, Lily, Harry, Georgia, Ali, Seb, Draco, Petula and Acadia were sitting in the Top Box. Harry and Georgia barely watched as their father saved the game, by catching the snitch and leading his team to a 10 point win. They stowed away their wands, and said their goodbye's to their friends, and got on the Muggle airplane.
Ginny began violently throwing up. When it came three days in a row, she decided to go to the Hospital Wing. "Sit here dear." Sid Madam Pomfrey. She stuck a few instruments down Ginny's throat. "Hmm. I wonder." Madam Pomfrey took a large orange-filled bottle down of the shelf and poured Ginny a cup. She drank it, and a few seconds later, she threw it back up again. And it was blue! "Miss Weasley, dear, have you been part in any sexual relations with a male recently?" she asked. Ginny blushed. "Well, yes." "Honey, I'm not sure if this is good or bad news, but you're pregnant." Ginny's eyes widened. "What?!" "You better inform the father. I can't tell if it's a boy or girl yet, but it will be due in early September. You better go or you'll be late for your next class." Hermione walked, dumbfounded. "Pregnant? Harry Potter's baby? Oh no. How did I get myself into this mess?" She went back up to her bedroom.
Harry couldn't believe it. It was his first day at his new, Australian school. Already he hated it here. It was too hot. There were too many bugs. Everyone seemed to be tanned and surf and they were too loud! "Harry! Georgie! Ali!" All three came down stairs. They got into the car, and to the station.
"How do we get to the magical station?" asked Ali in a whisper. "See that stair case over there? Only our kind can see it. Muggle's walk straight through it." The Potter's climbed up the stairs, and onto a bustling station.
"You see," said Lily. "It is compulsory for students to go home over the Christmas Holidays." "I can't believe this." Muttered Harry. "James drags us all the way over here, and can't even bother to come to see us onto the train." The train, unlike the Hogwarts one, was not red and shiny, was brown and dirty and needed a new paint. Harry could barely make out the words 'Matthew Flinders School for Witches and Wizards'
"You must be the Potter's!" called out a large voice. It was a tall man with blonde hair and muscles. Ali fell in love. A lot of students looked around in interest. "Look Becky it's the Potters!" "Their dad's the new Seeker for the Warriors!"
They climbed onto the train. "G'day!" said a boy. "Sorry to barge in mate, but Professor James told me to look after you lot." "Really?" asked Harry coolly. "Hey Beck! Come on in! This is me best mate Becky Thomas." She girl was tall and blonde and tanned with sea blue eyes. "Expect to find a lot of Becks, Becky's and Becka's. Oh and Rachel's for that matter." "My name's Bruce by the way. You'll find a lot of boys from the out-back are Bruce, but none from the city." "Thanks for that little bit of trivia." Said Harry icily. "Fair 'dinkum mate! I was only trying to help!" Georgia got up. "Take it this way, Bruce. Say you've just started a new school, found new friends, and settled down, and then, WHAM, you're arrogant pig of a father drags you off half way across the world, so he can play Quidditch." "Sorry mate." Said Bruce apologetically. As she whipped around, she caught him with the tip of her wand. "Ow!" he cried. "Sorry!" she squealed apologetically. "Ow, aw, she'll be right, don't worry." The Potter's stared at him. "She'll? She'll be right? What the heck does that mean?" "Just a saying mate, meaning 'I'll be all right'." Harry shook his head. "You Australian's are weird."
"We don't have houses as such here. It's quite a small school. Four people to a dorm, four dorms per age. Well four for boys, four for girls. We have breakfast in our rooms. Tomorrow our first class is Care Of Magical Creatures."
So the next morning, Harry trudged along with Bruce and Becky to a big old hut, or 'shed' as the Australians called. Harry didn't like it here. The school was in the middle of a desert. A cooling spell was put on the castle, but it was boiling outside. Mosquitoes everywhere. People yelling and screaming. Weird sayings. "God this place is so annoying!"
Ginny decided it was time. She sat down and wrote a letter to Harry.
To Harry,
It's Ginny Weasley. I'm just writing to say I'm pregnant with your child. I will understand if you want to have nothing to do with me, and I sure you're happy where you are I just thought you had the right to know. And believe me, I wish it never happened, because you thought of me as nothing more than a sex toy, where I actually, I can't believe I'm writing this, well I loved you.
Sincerely, Ginny Weasley.
She gave the letter to the owl. "Take this to Harry Potter." Give it too him wherever he is."
"Okay everyone gather round." Said the CoMC teacher. "During the holidays I had boys falling at my feet." Said a pretty girl. "Yeah and I'll go and volunteer to ref a Thunderers – Warriors game." Said her friend. "Liz that's not nice!"
"Can any one tell me what these are?" asked the teacher. "It's a Billywig." Said a boy. "They are a native of Australia and if you are bitten by one you may levitate for a while. They are used in Fizzing Whizbee's." "Last time I eat them!" said someone, and everyone laughed.
"Hey look! It's an owl!" Everyone looked up. "Hey Potter must be for you. We use Kookaburra's here. Only you Pom's use owls." Sure enough, the letter was for him.
To Harry,
It's Ginny Weasley. I'm just writing to say I'm pregnant with your child. I will understand if you want to have nothing to do with me, and I sure you're happy where you are I just thought you had the right to know. And believe me, I wish it never happened, because you thought of me as nothing more than a sex toy, where I actually, I can't believe I'm writing this, well I loved you.
Sincerely, Ginny Weasley.
"Oh my god." He thought. He then realized something. "I love her! I do!" he thought. "What's the matter Harry?" asked someone. "I love her!" "That's great..." "Mr. Potter, what is that letter?" asked the teacher. "It's a letter from a girl at Hogwarts." "And?" asked the teacher while someone yelled "Was it you girlfriend?" "Not really. But, she's pregnant with my baby!" The crowd gasped.
Harry started running. "Acio Harry Potter's Firebolt!" His broom came to him and he hopped on. "Harry Potter! Get down here!" yelled the teacher, accidentally letting the Billywigs out of their cage, causing them to bite everyone. Soon, he had a class full of levitating students.
He flew to the port and payed the 10 galleons to borrow a Hippogriff. They were made invisible, and he flew all the way to Hogwarts, falling a sleep on the way.
He finally pulled up in the Hogwarts gate at one o clock in the morning. By that time the invisblity spell had worn off. "Minerva! An unidentified Hippogriff and rider have just flown to our gates. McGonagall quickly got out of bed and to the gates.
"Harry Potter! What are you doing here? At this hour!" "I need to come in! I need to speak to Ginny! "Ginny?" "Weasley!" "Mr. Potter, I afraid, since you are no longer a member of this school I..." "Please professor. She's pregnant with my baby." "Mr. Filch, please collect Miss Weasley from the Gryffindor 4th year dorm." She ushered Harry into the Great Hall, which was empty except for the five long tables.
"Ginny! Ginny Weasley!" called Hermione, the Gryffindor prefect. "What 'Mione! It's one o clock in the morning!" said Ginny sleepily. "Filch is at the door. He wants you to go with him." "What? Where?" "I dunno. Something important according to him." Ginny got up, and her robe on and brushed her hair quickly. "Come on Miss Weasley." He wheezed. "Someone special's here to see you." "Who?!" He just made a face which Ginny took to be a grin. She was ushered into the Great Hall. No one was in there except for a hunched figure in the corner. "I'll be taking my leave." Said Filch, and shut the door behind him.
"Ginny?!" the person asked. "Yes." She said impatiently. "Who are you?" "Gin, it's, it's me." The hood that covered his face fell back. "Harry! What are you, I mean how did you..." She broke off as he ran forward and picked her up. "I'm so sorry Gin. Can you ever forgive me? I can't believe I did that. Gin, I've got something to tell you." He sat her down on one of the chairs "Ginny, Ginny, when I got your letter, I, well I, realized, I, love you." Ginny's eyes enlarged in shock. "You, you mean it?" she whispered. "Yes. I'm never going t leave you again. You and the baby. I'm going to come back to Hogwarts. I'm going to stay with you. If, if you want me to of course." "Of course I do you stupid git!" He pulled her too him and kissed her much gentler than he had before, but with just as much passion. "I love you Harry." She whispered. "I love you too Gin." He whispered back.
"Mrs. Potter! Ah I see we've got you!" Lily looked up from her grocery cart, to see a balding man wearing a ruby red cloak. "Do I know you?" she asked. "No." he said. "But your son, Harry Potter, received an owl yesterday in one of his classes that seemed to excite him in some way. He hopped onto his broom and flew to the port, borrowed a hippogriff and was last seen flying in the direction of Scotland. Do you have any idea why?" "Oh my gosh! Harry! Well, you see Hogwarts, Harry's old school is in Scotland. Probably one of his friends from there sent the owl. I will get my husband and we will get him back as soon as possible. Thank you Mr..." "Clarke." "Thank you Mr. Clarke.: "My pleasure Mrs. Potter."
James was getting changed for another hard practice session, when his wife came storming in. "Ooo looks like your in trouble Potter!" called one of his team mates. "Shut up Derek. What's wrong Lil?" "It's Harry. He ran away from school and flown back to Hogwarts." "The stupid bugger! I'm gonna kill..." "No James! You see, we shouldn't have brought Harry and Georgie here. They hate it, I can tell from their letters. And Ali, well she doesn't really like the climate. We shouldn't have been so selfish as to bring them here. James, we're going to Scotland. Come on. I just sent and owl for Georgia to be taken to the port. Let's go."
The next morning at breakfast, everyone was surprised to find Harry Potter sitting there with Ginny Weasley. "What the fuck are you doing here Potter?" snarled George. "Language Weasley. Anyway, as you asked ever so nicely, I suppose I should tell you. I'm here to celebrate." "Celebrate what?" "Should you tell him or will I Gin?" he asked. "I will. You see, Fred, George, Ron, I'm having a baby." "A what?!" yelled Fred. "A baby, you know a little bundle of blankets that cries a lot. As in B A..." mocked Harry. "I know what a baby is Potter. Is it, is it his Ginny?" "If you mean Harry's well yes it is." "Holy fuck Potter I'm going t kill you! You had sex with my sister!" "It's a free country." "Not when it comes to my sister!" yelled Ron, and all three Weasley's pulled out there wands.
"Immobilize!" called out a voice from behind. McGonagall. "Mr. Weasley! Three against wand and Mr. Potter isn't even armed!" "Mr. Potter shouldn't even be here!" "Actually I have permission." Piped up Harry. "He had sex with my sister professor!" said Fred, ignoring Harry. "I am aware of that, but Miss Weasley remains firm that she was a willing partner, so there is nothing wrong with what Mr. Potter and your sister did, except the fact that they didn't use any form of protection, and now a child is to come of it." "But professor..." "Don't 'but professor' me. Scoot along before I give you detention."
So it was the talk of the school. Harry Potter had come back for his pregnant girlfriend, who happened to be Gryffindor Ginny Weasley. Ginny was allowed to miss classes that day, and sat with Harry disusing plans for the baby. "Mr. Potter!" they turned around. "It's your parents." Harry grimaced and turned around to see his parents walking over. "Stay here." He whispered to Ginny. "Harry!" cried his mum, and ran over to hug him. "Don't you ever do that again!" "Harry." Said James. "Why did you do it?" "Mum, dad I'd like you to meet someone very special to me." He beckoned and Ginny came forward. "Isn't that a Weasley?" asked James. "Got a problem with that?" asked Harry coolly. "No, it's just you didn't seem to like the Weasley's." "I don't like most of the Weasley's. Anyway, mum, dad, this is Ginny. And she's having my baby." James choked in shock. "Are, are you sure." "Sure as sure can be." Lily's face broadened into a grin and enveloped both Harry and Ginny into a hug, then started crying. "Congratulations." She said. "Congratulations? Congratulations Lily! He's fifteen! And she's, how old are you?" "Fourteen." "And she's fourteen! There is no way they can look after a baby!" "Then I'll help." "Lily!"
Harry's eyes rested on Georgia, and a flood of sadness washed over him. "Hey Malfoy." "What?" "Wanna come to my dad's last Quidditch match with me?" "Sure, when is...Hey! Why your dad's last match?" "Last watch with the Arrows. He's transferring to the Warriors. And we're going with him." "Really...wait! Aren't the Warriors Australian?" "Yep." "Potter! So you're, you're going to Australia!" "Aha." Malfoy was devastated, as was Petula Patil when she heard, but of course Acadia's response was different. "Oh my god Ali! Really?! You're dad's gonna be a star! Can you get me the Warrior's keepers autograph? He is so hot!"
So when the Christmas holidays came around, two out of three Potter's were miserable. They had packed all their things, and were in the bustle to get onto the carts, to get to Hogsmeade station. "Rebecca Lowe? James Minot? Lauren Tepee?" McGonagall ushered them out the front gate. "Draco Malfoy? Going with the Potter's for two days, then coming back?" "Yep." "And Potter's. Yes, well I wish you good luck at your new school." Ali smiled and bounced past, bubbly as usual. Harry was looking around gravely and Georgia had silent tears streaming down her face. Petula Patil and Acadia Zambini came behind them, as they, like Draco, were coming to James' last match with the Arrows.
As soon as they got out of the school gates, cameras began going off in their faces. "Miss Potter? How do you feel about having to move to Australia?" "Mr. Potter, are you proud of your father?" "Oh fuck off!" Harry pushed the reporters out of the way, pulling Georgia with him, and pulling Ali out of the limelight which she so clearly loved.
The ride to Kings Cross station was fairly quiet, except for Ali and Acadia useless chatter. When they got to the station, Ali ran up and greeted her parents enthusiastically. Harry and Georgia acknowledged them coldly then proceeded to the car. Tears sprang to Lily's eyes, but she pushed them away. "In the long run," she thought. "This will be better for everyone."
The next morning, Georgia woke up with the sound of tapping glass. It was the owl delivery The Daily Prophet. She paid it 5 Knuts and it soared away. She unrolled it and was very surprised to find herself on the front cover. There was a picture of herself last night, leaving Hogwarts, crying. Next to it, was an article titled Potter's Leave For Oz.
Today is James Potter's last game with the Appleby Arrows before moving to the higher ranked club, the Wollongong Warriors, in Australia. Potter seems ecstatic, a thought not shared by his two elder children, Harry and Georgia. Harry was in his 5th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and his younger twin sisters in their first. Minister for Magic Lucius Malfoy's son Draco will be accompanying Harry to his father's last match, before taking Muggle transport to Australia. Potter doesn't seem to care that his children don't want to leave their close friends, and young Harry, his girlfriend, the attractive 4th year Ginny Weasley.
Georgia scrunched up the newspaper and threw it in the bin. "Ginny Weasley hmm? Nah, just newspaper bullshit."
She pulled on a pair of jeans and a tank top, brushed her hair and headed downstairs. Ali was already there. "How are we getting there mum?" she asked. "Portkey." Answered her mother, pointing to an old boot sitting on the bureau. A few minutes later Harry came down, accompanied by Draco and a pissed off Petula. "You could have told me you were getting up!" "Sorry." Said Georgia. "Forgot."
An hour later, Lily, Harry, Georgia, Ali, Seb, Draco, Petula and Acadia were sitting in the Top Box. Harry and Georgia barely watched as their father saved the game, by catching the snitch and leading his team to a 10 point win. They stowed away their wands, and said their goodbye's to their friends, and got on the Muggle airplane.
Ginny began violently throwing up. When it came three days in a row, she decided to go to the Hospital Wing. "Sit here dear." Sid Madam Pomfrey. She stuck a few instruments down Ginny's throat. "Hmm. I wonder." Madam Pomfrey took a large orange-filled bottle down of the shelf and poured Ginny a cup. She drank it, and a few seconds later, she threw it back up again. And it was blue! "Miss Weasley, dear, have you been part in any sexual relations with a male recently?" she asked. Ginny blushed. "Well, yes." "Honey, I'm not sure if this is good or bad news, but you're pregnant." Ginny's eyes widened. "What?!" "You better inform the father. I can't tell if it's a boy or girl yet, but it will be due in early September. You better go or you'll be late for your next class." Hermione walked, dumbfounded. "Pregnant? Harry Potter's baby? Oh no. How did I get myself into this mess?" She went back up to her bedroom.
Harry couldn't believe it. It was his first day at his new, Australian school. Already he hated it here. It was too hot. There were too many bugs. Everyone seemed to be tanned and surf and they were too loud! "Harry! Georgie! Ali!" All three came down stairs. They got into the car, and to the station.
"How do we get to the magical station?" asked Ali in a whisper. "See that stair case over there? Only our kind can see it. Muggle's walk straight through it." The Potter's climbed up the stairs, and onto a bustling station.
"You see," said Lily. "It is compulsory for students to go home over the Christmas Holidays." "I can't believe this." Muttered Harry. "James drags us all the way over here, and can't even bother to come to see us onto the train." The train, unlike the Hogwarts one, was not red and shiny, was brown and dirty and needed a new paint. Harry could barely make out the words 'Matthew Flinders School for Witches and Wizards'
"You must be the Potter's!" called out a large voice. It was a tall man with blonde hair and muscles. Ali fell in love. A lot of students looked around in interest. "Look Becky it's the Potters!" "Their dad's the new Seeker for the Warriors!"
They climbed onto the train. "G'day!" said a boy. "Sorry to barge in mate, but Professor James told me to look after you lot." "Really?" asked Harry coolly. "Hey Beck! Come on in! This is me best mate Becky Thomas." She girl was tall and blonde and tanned with sea blue eyes. "Expect to find a lot of Becks, Becky's and Becka's. Oh and Rachel's for that matter." "My name's Bruce by the way. You'll find a lot of boys from the out-back are Bruce, but none from the city." "Thanks for that little bit of trivia." Said Harry icily. "Fair 'dinkum mate! I was only trying to help!" Georgia got up. "Take it this way, Bruce. Say you've just started a new school, found new friends, and settled down, and then, WHAM, you're arrogant pig of a father drags you off half way across the world, so he can play Quidditch." "Sorry mate." Said Bruce apologetically. As she whipped around, she caught him with the tip of her wand. "Ow!" he cried. "Sorry!" she squealed apologetically. "Ow, aw, she'll be right, don't worry." The Potter's stared at him. "She'll? She'll be right? What the heck does that mean?" "Just a saying mate, meaning 'I'll be all right'." Harry shook his head. "You Australian's are weird."
"We don't have houses as such here. It's quite a small school. Four people to a dorm, four dorms per age. Well four for boys, four for girls. We have breakfast in our rooms. Tomorrow our first class is Care Of Magical Creatures."
So the next morning, Harry trudged along with Bruce and Becky to a big old hut, or 'shed' as the Australians called. Harry didn't like it here. The school was in the middle of a desert. A cooling spell was put on the castle, but it was boiling outside. Mosquitoes everywhere. People yelling and screaming. Weird sayings. "God this place is so annoying!"
Ginny decided it was time. She sat down and wrote a letter to Harry.
To Harry,
It's Ginny Weasley. I'm just writing to say I'm pregnant with your child. I will understand if you want to have nothing to do with me, and I sure you're happy where you are I just thought you had the right to know. And believe me, I wish it never happened, because you thought of me as nothing more than a sex toy, where I actually, I can't believe I'm writing this, well I loved you.
Sincerely, Ginny Weasley.
She gave the letter to the owl. "Take this to Harry Potter." Give it too him wherever he is."
"Okay everyone gather round." Said the CoMC teacher. "During the holidays I had boys falling at my feet." Said a pretty girl. "Yeah and I'll go and volunteer to ref a Thunderers – Warriors game." Said her friend. "Liz that's not nice!"
"Can any one tell me what these are?" asked the teacher. "It's a Billywig." Said a boy. "They are a native of Australia and if you are bitten by one you may levitate for a while. They are used in Fizzing Whizbee's." "Last time I eat them!" said someone, and everyone laughed.
"Hey look! It's an owl!" Everyone looked up. "Hey Potter must be for you. We use Kookaburra's here. Only you Pom's use owls." Sure enough, the letter was for him.
To Harry,
It's Ginny Weasley. I'm just writing to say I'm pregnant with your child. I will understand if you want to have nothing to do with me, and I sure you're happy where you are I just thought you had the right to know. And believe me, I wish it never happened, because you thought of me as nothing more than a sex toy, where I actually, I can't believe I'm writing this, well I loved you.
Sincerely, Ginny Weasley.
"Oh my god." He thought. He then realized something. "I love her! I do!" he thought. "What's the matter Harry?" asked someone. "I love her!" "That's great..." "Mr. Potter, what is that letter?" asked the teacher. "It's a letter from a girl at Hogwarts." "And?" asked the teacher while someone yelled "Was it you girlfriend?" "Not really. But, she's pregnant with my baby!" The crowd gasped.
Harry started running. "Acio Harry Potter's Firebolt!" His broom came to him and he hopped on. "Harry Potter! Get down here!" yelled the teacher, accidentally letting the Billywigs out of their cage, causing them to bite everyone. Soon, he had a class full of levitating students.
He flew to the port and payed the 10 galleons to borrow a Hippogriff. They were made invisible, and he flew all the way to Hogwarts, falling a sleep on the way.
He finally pulled up in the Hogwarts gate at one o clock in the morning. By that time the invisblity spell had worn off. "Minerva! An unidentified Hippogriff and rider have just flown to our gates. McGonagall quickly got out of bed and to the gates.
"Harry Potter! What are you doing here? At this hour!" "I need to come in! I need to speak to Ginny! "Ginny?" "Weasley!" "Mr. Potter, I afraid, since you are no longer a member of this school I..." "Please professor. She's pregnant with my baby." "Mr. Filch, please collect Miss Weasley from the Gryffindor 4th year dorm." She ushered Harry into the Great Hall, which was empty except for the five long tables.
"Ginny! Ginny Weasley!" called Hermione, the Gryffindor prefect. "What 'Mione! It's one o clock in the morning!" said Ginny sleepily. "Filch is at the door. He wants you to go with him." "What? Where?" "I dunno. Something important according to him." Ginny got up, and her robe on and brushed her hair quickly. "Come on Miss Weasley." He wheezed. "Someone special's here to see you." "Who?!" He just made a face which Ginny took to be a grin. She was ushered into the Great Hall. No one was in there except for a hunched figure in the corner. "I'll be taking my leave." Said Filch, and shut the door behind him.
"Ginny?!" the person asked. "Yes." She said impatiently. "Who are you?" "Gin, it's, it's me." The hood that covered his face fell back. "Harry! What are you, I mean how did you..." She broke off as he ran forward and picked her up. "I'm so sorry Gin. Can you ever forgive me? I can't believe I did that. Gin, I've got something to tell you." He sat her down on one of the chairs "Ginny, Ginny, when I got your letter, I, well I, realized, I, love you." Ginny's eyes enlarged in shock. "You, you mean it?" she whispered. "Yes. I'm never going t leave you again. You and the baby. I'm going to come back to Hogwarts. I'm going to stay with you. If, if you want me to of course." "Of course I do you stupid git!" He pulled her too him and kissed her much gentler than he had before, but with just as much passion. "I love you Harry." She whispered. "I love you too Gin." He whispered back.
"Mrs. Potter! Ah I see we've got you!" Lily looked up from her grocery cart, to see a balding man wearing a ruby red cloak. "Do I know you?" she asked. "No." he said. "But your son, Harry Potter, received an owl yesterday in one of his classes that seemed to excite him in some way. He hopped onto his broom and flew to the port, borrowed a hippogriff and was last seen flying in the direction of Scotland. Do you have any idea why?" "Oh my gosh! Harry! Well, you see Hogwarts, Harry's old school is in Scotland. Probably one of his friends from there sent the owl. I will get my husband and we will get him back as soon as possible. Thank you Mr..." "Clarke." "Thank you Mr. Clarke.: "My pleasure Mrs. Potter."
James was getting changed for another hard practice session, when his wife came storming in. "Ooo looks like your in trouble Potter!" called one of his team mates. "Shut up Derek. What's wrong Lil?" "It's Harry. He ran away from school and flown back to Hogwarts." "The stupid bugger! I'm gonna kill..." "No James! You see, we shouldn't have brought Harry and Georgie here. They hate it, I can tell from their letters. And Ali, well she doesn't really like the climate. We shouldn't have been so selfish as to bring them here. James, we're going to Scotland. Come on. I just sent and owl for Georgia to be taken to the port. Let's go."
The next morning at breakfast, everyone was surprised to find Harry Potter sitting there with Ginny Weasley. "What the fuck are you doing here Potter?" snarled George. "Language Weasley. Anyway, as you asked ever so nicely, I suppose I should tell you. I'm here to celebrate." "Celebrate what?" "Should you tell him or will I Gin?" he asked. "I will. You see, Fred, George, Ron, I'm having a baby." "A what?!" yelled Fred. "A baby, you know a little bundle of blankets that cries a lot. As in B A..." mocked Harry. "I know what a baby is Potter. Is it, is it his Ginny?" "If you mean Harry's well yes it is." "Holy fuck Potter I'm going t kill you! You had sex with my sister!" "It's a free country." "Not when it comes to my sister!" yelled Ron, and all three Weasley's pulled out there wands.
"Immobilize!" called out a voice from behind. McGonagall. "Mr. Weasley! Three against wand and Mr. Potter isn't even armed!" "Mr. Potter shouldn't even be here!" "Actually I have permission." Piped up Harry. "He had sex with my sister professor!" said Fred, ignoring Harry. "I am aware of that, but Miss Weasley remains firm that she was a willing partner, so there is nothing wrong with what Mr. Potter and your sister did, except the fact that they didn't use any form of protection, and now a child is to come of it." "But professor..." "Don't 'but professor' me. Scoot along before I give you detention."
So it was the talk of the school. Harry Potter had come back for his pregnant girlfriend, who happened to be Gryffindor Ginny Weasley. Ginny was allowed to miss classes that day, and sat with Harry disusing plans for the baby. "Mr. Potter!" they turned around. "It's your parents." Harry grimaced and turned around to see his parents walking over. "Stay here." He whispered to Ginny. "Harry!" cried his mum, and ran over to hug him. "Don't you ever do that again!" "Harry." Said James. "Why did you do it?" "Mum, dad I'd like you to meet someone very special to me." He beckoned and Ginny came forward. "Isn't that a Weasley?" asked James. "Got a problem with that?" asked Harry coolly. "No, it's just you didn't seem to like the Weasley's." "I don't like most of the Weasley's. Anyway, mum, dad, this is Ginny. And she's having my baby." James choked in shock. "Are, are you sure." "Sure as sure can be." Lily's face broadened into a grin and enveloped both Harry and Ginny into a hug, then started crying. "Congratulations." She said. "Congratulations? Congratulations Lily! He's fifteen! And she's, how old are you?" "Fourteen." "And she's fourteen! There is no way they can look after a baby!" "Then I'll help." "Lily!"