Something had happened to Ginny.
About three months after, Harry woke one morning to find his wife in front of the mirror. She had rolled her pyjama top up to reveal her stomach.
'Harry! Come here! I've got a bump!'
Of course, Harry had hurried over.
'See?' she said excitedly, taking his hand and placing it on her middle. Harry felt. It was true. There was a slight outcurve.
Ginny was jumping up and down with excitement. Harry cupped her face in his hands and kissed her.
As the days went by, then finally weeks, Harry found himself glancing sideways at Ginny's middle. One day, he realised, it wasn't so hard to see anymore.
'Ginny, come here, love.'
He put a hand on her middle, and he found that it had grown. It was starting to get noticeable. Harry looked up, and Ginny smiled proudly at him. Harry ruffled her hair, laughing.
Of course, Ginny had been throwing up every other morning since they had found out. But, slowly, the sickness stopped, and then, something else happened.
Harry and Ginny were sitting in the living room. Ginny was four months gone.
She got up to fetch a magazine, when she suddenly yelped. Harry looked up, terrified. Ginny had placed both hands on her stomach.
'It's kicking.' She said, transfixed. Harry got up quickly and stood next to her. She gently took his hand and placed it on her middle. Harry felt the baby move inside her, and tears welled up in his eyes.
Ginny turned round and cried into his shoulder. He comforted her, stroking her hair.
Hermione then came round with the news that she had been pregnant for two months, without knowing it. Ron came over and placed a hand on Ginny's middle.
'My little sister's got a baby!' he cried, and Ginny hugged him, laughing.
'You take care of her, Harry.' He said, and then he left with Hermione.