A/N I have received two more reviews and I am in heaven. I cannot thank you enough for giving me such kind words of praise. However, I can not promise that there will be no Neville/Ginny in the future. But I can promise a happy ending. We just have to get there first. Be prepared it's a bumpy ride.

(Angelina)

Morning came far to early. The curtains gave us a reprieve and woke us an hour later than normal, but I still did not welcome the intrusion of sunlight on my dreams. Rolling over I watched Fred sleeping, his mouth half open, a little drool sparkling on the pillow. I giggled and kissed his bare freckled shoulder.

"What?" He mumbled and opened one eye half way.

"Hangover?" I asked curiously trailing my fingers over his chest.

"Mmm." He groaned and shut his eye again.

Sighing I sat up and felt my stomach knot up. Several moments passed, but the nausea did not. Quickly flinging the covers off me I ran out the door and to the bathroom where I emptied the contents of my stomach into the toilet.

"Are you okay?" Fred asked opening the door to the bathroom a little.

"Yeah, I think I just drank to much last night." I answered with a weak smile.

He frowned, but nodded.

"Take a hot bath. You'll feel better." He offered petting my hair.

The churning was back again and I turned prepared for another bout of illness. Nothing came. I sat on the tiled floor with my head pressed against the porcelain toilet seat for a long time. Finally I felt well enough to run a bath. Fred was right. The warm water helped a bit and soon I found I could stand upright.

After slowly dressing and combing my hair I went downstairs to find something to settle my insides. The kitchen was full of family. George and Alicia were talking while he made toast, hopefully the edible kind, Fred was discussing something very seriously with his father and Neville's girls were sharing a glass of orange juice. I sat heavily down at the table wishing I could stop feeling sick. Another figure appeared in the doorway, Ron, I smiled at him..

"Morning all." He said grinning.

"Where's Hermione?" George called.

"In bed. She's a late sleeper." He answered sitting across from me.

"I'll bet." His brother responded.

"Ron! You know we don't allow that kind of behavior in this house." Fred cried aghast.

"You forget Fred, I grew up here, I know exactly what you all did in this house."

I chuckled to myself and waited for Fred's answer. None came.

"So are you feeling the effect of the alcohol?" I asked the youngest Weasley brother curiously.

He looked at me oddly then shook his head.

"No, I hold my liquor pretty well. You have to when you are related to Fred and George."

"Wish I could say the same. I'm feeling quite shitty. Blasted twins, probably spiked the wine. Added a little firewhiskey to the bottle and you have one very sick Angelina." I moaned.

Ron looked at me with the same odd expression as before. He seemed to take in everything, my green palor, my sweaty hands, even my limp hair. His mouth opened twice as though he were going to say something but stopped. Finally he went ahead and spoke in a very hushed tone.

"Does Fred know?" He asked seriously.

"What? Of course he knows, he's the one who gave me the wine, as if he needed to get me drunk to sleep with him."

"No. Not the wine. The baby."

I sat up quickly and felt my stomach heave.

"What did you say?' I asked stunned.

"The baby. You are pregnant aren't you?"

"What? No! I've had to much wine is all." I cried defensively.

"Angelina I played Quidditch with you, I remember how you drank at the parties after we won. You were the girl who could down an entire bottle of firewhiskey in one breath and still stand up straight afterward. You had one glass of sweet wine last night, I was watching. One glass does not a drunken Angelina make." He answered.

I cringed, knowing he spoke the truth but hoping it was all a joke.

"How would you know anyway?" I snapped becoming angry.

"My wife has had three kids, I think I know morning sickness when I see it."

There was no arguing with him about it. I tried to think about when I last had my period, I couldn't remember, the days blurred together. Feeling worse than I had before I groaned and laid my head on the table. Ron patted the back of it gently.

"Tell Fred and see a Healer. You'll feel much better. There are several kinds of potions you can take to stop the morning sickness and the cramps. Hermione can suggest a nice female Healer who specializes in these things. I'll ask her for you if you like. But tell Fred. He needs to know." He whispered.

"You aren't hitting on my girl there, are you brother?" Fred called coming over.

"Course not. She's just feeling a bit nasty." Ron answered.

I looked up at Fred and wondered what he'd say if I told him I might be pregnant. Ron could be wrong. He was a man and they knew very little about womanly things. He had to be wrong. The more I told myself that he was wrong the more I knew he was right. But I couldn't tell Fred. We had discussed having children when I moved in. We decided to wait until we were both ready. What if he wasn't ready?

"Come on, love, lets get you back to bed, I'll sew those stupid curtains closed if I must just so you can rest." Fred said helping me to my feet.

I let him lead me up the stairs and to bed.

"I love you." I said as he tucked the covers around me.

"I love you to sweetheart, I just hope you didn't give me your illness last night." He joked.

He didn't know just how little chance there was of that.

(Neville)

Thankfully I did not dream. When morning came my mind was blessedly clear. I lay staring at the ceiling enjoying the emptiness of my head. Soon I knew I would have to get up and put clothing on, but for now I could lay and not think.

Voices drifted from downstairs. It seemed that everyone was awake except for me. I wondered if Ginny was awake. Shaking my head vigorously I sat up and threw the covers off. If I laid in bed to long someone might come looking for me and for some reason I just didn't feel like talking.

As I stood to find my clothing I noticed there was still a glass of wine next to the bed. The events of the night before rushed back and I felt the heavy guilt again. I shouldn't have gone up to her room. I shouldn't have even gotten up. I should have remained in bed and dealt with the dreams. I was an adult after all and dreams were just dreams.

What I needed was to get out of The Burrow. I needed to go somewhere and get away. Preferably somewhere she couldn't follow. Finally I decided to go to the shop. I could be alone there. Dressing quickly I hurried down the stairs and into the kitchen to say my goodbyes.

"Going somewhere Neville?" Ron asked from his seat at the kitchen table.

"I was just going to run into the shop for a bit, supposed to get a shipment of something or other and you can't let those plants stay in crates for to long or they get sick. So I thought I would go in and check and make sure that they haven't delivered it early." I babbling and I knew it.

"Would you mind some company? I have to stop by the market for Hermione." He asked smiling.

"Sure, that's fine." I didn't want company but he was my brother and I couldn't say no, that might seem strange.

"Well then, have some breakfast while I go and get dressed, be back in a minute." He replied patting my shoulder.

I sighed and sat heavily in the seat he had just vacated. The others were talking and laughing together, none of them noticed me. I looked for Ginny but didn't see her. She must have slept late. Maybe she and Harry had worked out whatever was the matter.

A few mote minutes passed and I grew more anxious to leave. Whatever joy I had taken in being with family the night before was gone. The crowd was beginning to make me claustrophobic.

"Daddy." Two voices yelled.

I scooped up both my daughters into my arms and hugged them tightly.

"Are you going somewhere?" Ivy asked eyeing my clothing.

"Just for a while. I'll be back in just a bit. Angelina will watch out for you." I said smiling.

"Angelina is sick. She's upstairs in bed. Uncle Fred said that she was going to see a Healer later today." Lotus piped up.

I didn't want to take the girls with me. I needed to be alone for a while. I looked around the room for someone who could watch them. Fred and George probably working and I didn't want to impose on Arthur like that. Ginny and Hermione were still sleeping.

"Ready. Are we going?" Ron asked coming through the door.

"I guess the girls are going to go as well." I said.

"Oh don't worry about that, they'll be fine here and Hermione can take them home if we run late." He replied smiling.

"Okay. Girls I'll be back, you guys just stay here and don't get into trouble."

Both of them nodded, though I knew I was asking a bit to much of them. Without another worry I took out my wand and Ron and I promptly disapparated. We reappeared just inside Diagon Alley. I had to move out of the way as several witches pushed past to do their shopping.

"Lets go to the market first, it's on the way." Ron suggested and we began to press through the crowd.

The Wizard's Market was aptly named. A simple shop for groceries and other little things. Ron explained as we shopped that all he had to eat at his house was a bowl of oranges. Hermione was a busy woman and didn't have time to do the shopping. I listened with half my mind and let the rest wander.

It seemed that no matter what I did all I thought about was Harry's wife. Without even trying I could picture her lying there. Alone.

If she were mine I would never have left her there. I would never have let her go. All night I would have kissed her, kissed away those tears. But she wasn't mine. I needed to remember that. She belonged to Harry.

"Harry and Ginny were sure sleeping late." Ron said as if reading my mind.

I looked up sharply.

"Yeah. Yeah they were." I muttered.

"Can't blame them. They both work so hard it amazing they get any time to be together."

I frowned and began helping him place his purchases on the counter. The owner of the market smiled at us and muttered a spell under her breath. I watched curiously as she eyed every object then looked back up.

"One galleon." She smiled.

Ron nodded and fished about in his pocket for the money. At last he found what he was looking for and placed the gold coin in her hand. Another spell and everything was in a large bag. We left in silence.

"I thought Harry was acting a bit oddly. I said quietly.

"What do you mean?" Ron asked.

"He was just so quiet and distant."

"He's like that when he gets back from a mission. Sort of tired and not quite right. And besides he took my sister along. I get tired just thinking about it." He laughed and I tried to find a smile.

I'd never been so happy to see my store. At last I could be alone with my thoughts. I grinning happily at the faded signs. If it weren't for Hermione the signs would have fallen off long ago. I just stopped caring about the little things like that.

"Well thanks for coming with me." I said at the door to the shop.

Ron made no move to leave. I shrugged a little and whispered one word under my breath, a gold key fell out of the air and into my hand. The door opened easily when I slid the key into the lock.

"You'd better get back to The Burrow. They'll miss you." I said before going in.

Ron's brow was furrowed and he slid past me into the building.

"Neville…" He said sounding a little worried.

"What?" I asked and waved my wand once though the air turning on the lights.

I saw what. Potting soil was everywhere, bits of plants lay strewn about, nothing was left upright. My chest tightened as I observed the mess. I had never bothered with many safety spells, the store didn't make enough money to make it worth robbing. Now I wished I had. I couldn't finds words to say. My life lay in this shop, suddenly it was gone.

"Neville…look." Ron said again pointing.

On the wall above the desk was written in strange scorch marks "Watch them, watch them." Until that moment I had thought it a normal robbery. A deep fear rose in my chest at those words. I could not remember why, but I knew something terrible was beginning.

"What does it mean?" A voice asked, I realized it was my own.

"I don't know, but we had better get Harry. This is wrong." Ron's voice was strained.

"But the shop…" I began.

"Later, come on." He said and grabbed my arm.

Shaking I locked the door and hid the key again. Looking at each other once more we disapparated to The Burrow.

(Harry)

Neville was standing outside my bedroom door when I climbed back up the stairs. He didn't see me at first, just stood there staring at my wife. His eyes were glossy and I saw his hand tighten on the wine glass he carried.

"Neville." I said quietly.

He jumped and started to say something. I cut him off and asked if he needed anything. I heard him say something about the children and going up a landing to far. I nodded wishing he would go away. I did not need have worried, he let me pass and I shut the door.

She was laying curled in upon herself. Tears had stained her face and her hands gripped the blanket tightly. Part of me hated her right then, hated her for being so wonderful, for making me feel this way.

"Ginny." I said sitting on the edge of the bed.

She opened her reddened eyes and looked right into mine. My soul shivered at the pain I found there.

"I'm tired Harry." She said hoarsely.

"I… I don't know what came over me." I began.

She shook her head and bit her lip. There were more tears in her eyes, but she wasn't going to let me see them fall.

"Don't try to explain. I'm to tired to think about it. We have problems. Big ones. And I just want to sleep." She whispered.

I nodded and looked at my hands. It hurt me that she wouldn't cry. Long ago she would have spilled everything to me right then. Now I wasn't close enough for her to cry in front of.

"I understand." My voice said, though I didn't.

She stopped me as I began to lay down beside her.

"No Harry, I want to sleep without you." My heart froze.

"I need you." I said reaching to touch her.

"Don't touch me. Please. I can't bear it anymore. You want me and then you don't. You love me and then you can't even be near me. I don't understand, I don't think I want to understand."

"What are we going to do?" I asked, my mind was cloudy and I couldn't seem to comprehend what was happening.

"I don't know. But I think that it's best if we spend some time apart. I need to think."

Nothing was right, somehow I had slipped into another world. This world was evil. It was taking the one thing I needed most from me.

"But…"

"I'll tell Lily something, just until we decide what we are going to do. Until then, just leave me alone."

I nodded and stood up again. My mouth opened to say goodbye, but she had rolled away from me. I knew she was crying now, waiting for me to leave. Swallowing hard I grabbed my few things and disapparated.

(Lupin)

I woke to the sound of someone banging on the door. Confused and frowning I climbed carefully out of bed and made my way down the stairs to the front entrance. Despite my sleepiness I had remembered to grab my wand and held it at ready as I slowly opened the door. It nearly fell from my hand in surprise as I realized who was on the doorstep. Harry was swaying a little, his eyes hard with anger.

"Remus." He said.

"Harry? What's the matter? Come in." I said pulling him into the house.

He smelled of alcohol and ash, firewhiskey. Obviously he was drunk.

"Can I stay here tonight?" He asked nervously.

"Of course. What's wrong?" I asked.

"I can't talk about it right now, I just need to sleep." He muttered and began to sway again.

"All right." I carefully led him to the living room, nott wanting to attempt the stairs in his condition.

Gratefully he lowered himself onto the couch. One arm flung over his eyes, the other hanging limply off the side, he laid on his back. My mind raced with questions, but I put them on hold as I turned to find some blankets.

"Remus? What's wrong?" Tonks was standing at the top of the stairs.

"Harry's here." I whispered not wanting to disturb him.

Slowly I climbed the stairs and met her at the top. She leaned heavily on her cane and was breathing heavily.

"You shouldn't be up at this hour. You'll wear yourself out." I admonished gently.

"Oh shut up." She retorted.

I frowned and slipped by her to go and fetch the blankets and a pillow. Tonks had always been strong willed. It was that will that had earned her the scars that crippled her. Somehow she managed to survive the injuries and the depression that followed and became quite determined to go on. I worried sometimes that I was holding her back.

I listened carefully and heard her making her way carefully down the stairs to have a look at our guest. At this rate I'd be up all night trying to get her back to bed. Finding the extra blankets in the hall closet I hurried back down the stairs, but stopped in the doorway. Tonks was standing at the end of the couch. She tapped Harry's foot with her cane.

"Wotcher, Harry." She said smiling.

He moaned and looked out from under his hand at her.

"Hello Tonks." He answered.

"You're looking a bit worse for wear. Rough night?" She asked.

"I don't want to talk." He mumbled.

She sighed and sat at his feet. I laughed a little as he looked at her again. There was no denying her, when she wanted something, she got it.

"So, problems at home?" She pushed.

"Really Tonks, now is not the time." He said testily.

"Now is always the time."

"I just had to get out for a while. I needed a place to sleep." He answered.

"Well you can stay as long as you like, you know that. But it might be quicker just to tell me what's wrong."

"I doubt it."

"Have it your own way. You know where I'll be if you want to talk."

He groaned again and ignored her. I waited until she was on her feet before coming into the room. Laying the blankets at Harry's feet I led her out the door and into the hall.

"Must be problems with Ginny." I said glancing at him.

"Duh. I knew that the second you said he was here."

"We should just let him sleep it off. He needs his rest. He can deal with things in the morning."

Tonks looked at me and frowned.

"Do all werewolves have the same knack for stating the obvious?" She asked with a laugh.

I ignored her comment and began to help her up the stairs. She shook my hand off and hobbled up them on her own.

"I can do some things myself." She whispered.

Sighing I followed her up . She stood at the door to her room and smiled at me. I knew that smile. She had been giving to me for a long time. I knew what it meant and tried to ignore it.

"You want to come and join me tonight?" She asked.

I shook my head.

"I've told you, I'm to old for you. You don't want to share a bed with an old wolf like me." I smiled back at her.

Her response was a snort of disdain.

"You are in no position to tell me what I want."

"Good night Tonks." I said kissing her cheek.

"Good night Remus. If you change your mind…" She left the sentence unfinished.

"I won't." I replied walking away down the hall.

"One day you will." She answered, I didn't need to turn to see the smile on her lips.

For nearly a year she had been propositioning me every few nights. It was frustrating that she never listened to me when I told her no. Whatever she thought she felt for me was probably a result of my caring for her. There was some muggle word for it, but I never could remember it. She didn't know what she was asking me to do.

Sirius had asked me to take care of her. To keep her safe. I had already failed with that, though thankfully she forgave me. I didn't want to further sully his memory by sleeping with my young charge. Though, I wasn't that much older than she was. And she was quite lovely, even with the unusual hair colors she chose.

I smiled as I thought of her. If I had to choose someone, it would be her. Laying in bed I wondered if perhaps she was right, one night maybe I would take her up on the offer. But not tonight. Not with Harry here. And probably not the next night either. Years of seclusion make one shy, I had a problem just slipping into her room one night and bedding her. I also had a problem taking her out somewhere first. The relationship we had was far to strange to just change it suddenly, but maybe some night I would do it.

There would be no sleep that night. I lay awake until sunrise thinking of her and of the boy in my living room. He had so many problems. So many things to deal with that he never asked for. Many of them he brought on himself. After the attack on the hospital he just stopped opening up. He stopped talking to people and began to fade into himself. I could see the Harry I had known before changing into something else.

I often wondered what would have happened if Sirius had been alive to see the change. He would have shaken some sense into the boy. There would be no sulking. For a while it had seemed that Ginny was taking the place of Sirius. Someone to help Harry deal with things. She was loyal and true and I approved of her. Not that Harry cared what I approved of.

Then he faded. Drew away from her and from his daughter. I tried to talk to him, but he wouldn't listen and did things his own way. It appeared his problems had come to a head and left him homeless, at least for the night. I didn't blame Ginny for making him leave, drunk as he was. He'd never been a violent boy, but firewhiskey was a dangerous thing in the wrong hands, especially to someone already depressed.

The sun rose and I decided to get up and meet the day. Dressing slowly, enjoying the sunlight, I found myself happier than I had been in a while. Worried for Harry, but happy. I could hear him as I descended the stairs.

"How did you sleep?" I asked.

He looked at me and rubbed his eyes.

"A little sick, but okay." He answered.

"Do you want anything to eat?" I asked.

"Just some bread." He said and yawned.

"Are you willing to tell me what happened last night to have you end up on my door?" I asked leading him down to the kitchen.

There was a long pause.

"Ginny and I are spending some time apart."

"I'm sorry to hear that." It was no more than the truth.

"Me too." He answered quietly.

I opened one of the cabinets and pulled out a loaf of bread, he took it from me and tore off a piece. I left the rest on the table for him to finish off later.

"Where will you be staying?"

"Do you mind if I stay here?" He asked sitting in a chair by the table.

"Not at all. Though I'm sure you guys will work everything out soon."

He looked at me and shook his head. There was so much sadness in his eyes.

"No. Not this time. I screwed up. I won't ask her to take me back this time." He replied and took a bite of bread.

"Harry…" I began.

"Look, she doesn't want me. I tried and she doesn't want me. I screwed everything up. Let's just face it, I'm great at being a hero, but I'm truly and really fucked up as a husband. I don't blame her for this. It's my fault." He interrupted.

I had the urge to beat him about the head, or perhaps just change in front of him and claw him, but didn't. He would have to come to some realizations on his own.

"You can stay as long as you like." I offered.

He smiled sadly at me and nodded. I watched him finish eating and waited for him to talk more.

"I had better get my things if I'm going to stay here." He said standing.

"Why don't you wait a while, see if she has any regrets."

"That's the funny things about Ginny," He said laughing harshly, "She doesn't regret."

I nodded and he stood sadly in the kitchen for another moment.

"I should say goodbye to Lily." He whispered as though just remembering his daughter.

"Yes, you should." I agreed.

"She won't be there yet, I'll tell her later."

And with that he disapparated.