Five months into pregnancy and I felt like a balloon. I was eating for four in total now that I knew that I was having triplets. I tried not to eat like a pig but sometimes my appetite got the best of me.

The next morning I woke up alone. Hermione had left right when I fell asleep. I checked the time to find that it was 11:00 in the morning. Hermione and Ron were teaching now. It was a Tuesday, after all.

I quickly got bored with myself, trying desperately not to think about my visit with the Doctor the day before. At exactly 12:00, someone knocked on my door.

"Who is it?" I asked, anxious for company.

"Henry," the person said. "Can I come in?"

"Sure thing," I replied. Henry walked in and sat at the end of my bed, where I was still laying.

"I heard about your doctor appointment," he told me. And I asked, "Who told you about that?" Henry just shrugged.

"What did you mean the other day when you said you'd reveal your true self soon?" I asked, remembering our last conversation.

"You'll know soon enough, Ginny," he said.

"I want to know now, Henry."

"Didn't I tell you that I'm not who I seem? I'm not just Henry Potts," he said.

Now I was even more confused. "What's your name, then? Why have you been lying about it all this time?"

"I haven't lied. I was Henry Potts, but I know who you saw in me when we first met. You saw him, didn't you?" he asked, staring at me intensely.

I nodded, feeling his gaze piercing my skin.
"Ginny...In order for you to understand you must gather the love," smiled Henry as he started to walk away "Gather the items of love and trust...Gather the smiles of people gone...Gather the blood of the family close,"
Henry kept walking out of the room, leaving me stunned.

I thought a lot about what Henry had said. He knew I thought he was Harry when we first me. He could tell that I saw Harry in him... but how? Was Harry really there? Was he Harry, rather than Henry Potts? No, that'd be ridiculous. He couldn't be.

I didn't really understand what it was that Henry wanted me to do.

The next day I put it to Hermione and she mumbled, trying to decipher it like a puzzle. I'd told her it was from a magazine and I gave her the story.
"Sounds like Harry," she mumbled as she wrote down a few notes. After a few minutes she yelled;
"I HAVE IT! Gather the items of love and trust must mean his closest possessians. Gather the smiles of people gone must mean photographs of his dear family and gather the blood of the family close must mean his baby!"
I stood shocked as I looked at Hermione. What she said made sense!

I got to work straight away.
It was icy cold as I walked through the corridors back to my room. Immediately I started delving through my trunk to try and find my photo album of me and Harry. Maybe in there I could find some photos of Lily and James.

The icy wind blew through an open window as I finally finish gathering pictures for the spell. This would be one of the worst parts of this spell. Slowly, I pricked the end of my finger. I winced in pain as I let the blood drip into a little vile.

The vile became half full quite quickly and I locked it away with the rest of the items for the spell.
Slowly, I walked dizzily down to the library but fainted once I got to the doors.

I awoke sometime later in the Hospital Wing. Henry was there, smiling at me. I was shocked to see him there and let out a big gasp.

"Hello Ginny," he said, gently patting my hand comfortingly
"Henry?" I whispered weakly.
"You tried hard on the spell...There is are only two more things you need for this spell. One is the objects of love and the other is the recitation,"
Henry kissed my hand gently "You did well with the blood of a family member...But you lost too much blood,"
Emerald green eyes flashed at me as Henry blinked "Goodbye Ginny,"
Henry then left the hospital wing, smiling to himself.
I stared after him with my mouth hanging open. I suddenly felt better, so I got up and left, ignoring the screaming nurse calling me back.

I walked in a daze back to my room, unaware of what was going on around me.

Hermione and Ron found me halfway there and stopped me. "Hey Gin," Ron said concernedly.

"Hi," I said dreamily. I wondered if Hermione told Ron about Henry.
"Ginny we've been very worried about you," said Ron gently as he sat down beside me "Your five months pregnant with triplets and you shouldn't be trying anything strenuous, especially bleeding yourself for a spell!"
"You wouldn't understand," I mumbled sleepily
"But I want to Ginny and unless you let me and Hermione in we cant help you," said Ron as he stood up and left with Hermione.

I sat up and rubbed my eyes. The spell was nearly complete. All I needed were some of Harry's things and the words to say.
I looked at the photos of Lily and James with Baby Harry and I wondered whether I was doing the right thing. I was confused now. What if Harry didn't want to come back because he was finally with his parents? Earlier I was all for bringing Harry back to life but now I wasn't so sure I should.

I kept thinking about it for a while. Harry never really knew his parents... but he finally would have a chance to be with him. Maybe he wanted to stay there. Maybe he didn't want to come back.

Unless, of course, Harry really is trying to talk to me through Henry. Then he WANTS to come back... IF I was assuming correctly.

That night while everyone slept I crept out under the invisibility cloak that I had taken out of Harry possessions.
I crept into the library and started looking for a book which might relate to my spell.
I knew it would be almost impossible to find it but I still knew I had to.
Searching through book after book, page after page I spent hours looking for the spell until finally I think I found it.
A spell to bring back souls from the dead. They require the smile of people who were family to them, items which meant a lot and the blood of a family member.
This spell requires a vessel in which the soul can put its body into. If the vessel isn't willing then the soul is forced back to where it came from.

I walked back to the common room no longer understand what was right. Is I preformed the spell, in a way, someone would die.
I couldn't let anyone I knew or loved be the vessel and I couldn't let some strange take Harry's soul into their body. It was then I decided that if someone was to be the vessel it was to be my baby...

That night I tossed and turned in my bed.
There was the sound of a baby crying as a woman with fiery red hair sat up in bed.
"Hmmm darling what's wrong," whispered a man with black hair as he pulled me back into his chest.

"Amanda is crying," the women whispered "She's going to wake Danny and Ben,"
"I'll go see to her Ginny," whispered the black haired man as he sat up.
"I'll come...I don't want to be on my own in case contractions start," whispered Ginny
"Its alright my love," whispered the man "Mrs. Potter you do worry too much. Now go back to sleep and I shall tend to our darling daughter,"

He gently touched Ginny's stomach and smiled;

"Soon it'll all happen again, we'll be parents," smiled the man

"I know Harry...It's going to be wonderful," Ginny whispered and slowly closed her eyes...

I sat up in bed breathing fast. It'd been me and Harry...and I was pregnant again and we had a daughter and two sons. I didn't look much older than I was now.
It was a sign that I couldn't let Harry be born in my baby's body because then he'd have to grow up and we'd have to wait to get married and have children...

Days turned into week and weeks turned into months.
I was now a full nine months pregnant and expecting.
The spell was ready and on the day of my due date, I started performing the spell.
I spoke in the foreign tongue which the words were written in. Slowly I moved the ingredients into a star shape and blew out two candles out of the five I'd lit.
Translated the spell said;

"Candle for light, candle for dark, candle for life, candle for death.
Candle for reincarnation burn brighter still. Ignite the candle for light and the candle for life. Bring back the one whose candles of death and dark burn bright. Cease the darkness and bring back the light. Cease the darkness and bring back the light! Cease the darkness and bring back the light!"

Suddenly all the candles went out and I held my breath. I didn't know who Harry would choose as the vessel but I hoped it was someone who couldn't be missed and wouldn't be mourned over too much.
It was in the dark that I wondered about the gentle Henry Potts who'd helped me through this.
Suddenly, one candle re lit its self. Then another...
The candles of reincarnation and light were lit.
Finally, the candle of life came on and a gentle breeze blew through the room, pushing away the objects. One by one, the candles went out again and I closed my eyes, thinking of Harry. I tossed and turned for hours that night.
Spirits invaded my dreams and as each one came and left, the dreams turned into nightmares. It was as if I was punished for reviving someone...

That morning I awoke to a pair of eyes staring down at me
"Ginny," whispered the boy voice
"Henry?" I whispered as I opened my eyes.
"Your nightmares shall end, your happiness subsides...," he whispered as suddenly the pain started in my abdomen.
Water suddenly gushed around my legs and I shouted for Hermione.