One day, Harry was coming home from work.

He ran up the stairs to their apartment, and stepped inside, slamming the door shut behind him.

Silence.

Ginny. She usually came to greet him after a long day at work.

Harry began to panic.

He ran into the kitchen, then the bathroom. Finally he checked the bedroom.

Ginny was sleeping on the bed, peaceful. Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and perched on the edge of the bed, running his hand across her swollen middle, smiling.

He saw a piece of paper on the bedside table, and reached over to pick it up. It read –

Mrs and Mrs Potter,

You are invited to a Reunion Ball at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We have decided to hold such an event this year so old pupils can meet up with old friends, and can also see the school.

It is a formal event, and we would be most grateful if you could come.

Yours,

Professor Mc Gonagall

Harry looked over at Ginny. She had read the letter. It was a formal occasion, as well. Poor Ginny, she didn't have anything to wear, except some old maternity dresses which her mother had donated.

Harry had an idea.

He left her, confident in the knowledge that she would be safe while he was out.

He passed the second hand dress shop for the second time that day. In the window was a beautiful red dress. It was made of scarlet velvet, with a matching scarf that hung round the neck. The sleeves came down to the elbow. It was baggy – and it wasn't a maternity dress. It would certainly fit Ginny.

Harry returned to the house, to find Ginny still asleep. He gently stroked her arm.

'Gin, wake up…I've got something for you.'

Ginny sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes.

'Oh, Harry, I'm sorry…I'm normally awake to meet you when you come home from work…I was really tired…'

'It's fine, don't worry. Take as much time as you need.' Harry replied, stroking her shoulder affectionately. Ginny smiled, and then she saw the letter in his hand.

'Oh, dear. You read the letter. I'm sorry, Harry. I can't go – I've got nothing to wear…'

'Ginny, look at this.'

Harry got out the dress and spread it out on the bed. Ginny breathed out in awe, running a hand over it.

'Do you think it would do?' Harry asked. Ginny replied by leaning over and kissing him.

'Yes, of course…where did you find it? It must have cost a bundle…'

'Well, I saw it in the window of the second-hand dress shop…I knew you'd like it.'

Ginny went into the bathroom to try it on. Harry crossed his fingers.

Ginny opened the door, and hurried over to show Harry. The dress looked stunning on her, in Harry's opinion. The loose fabric fitted neatly over her middle, and her long, curly red hair fell over her shoulders.

Ginny walked over to the mirror, accompanied by Harry. Ginny smiled, and Harry played with her hair, pulling it back behind her shoulders, making her laugh.

Ginny placed a hand on her middle, and Harry took it in hers. She leaned back, letting her head rest on his shoulder. He lifted her hand up and spun her round, as if they were dancing, and turned her round to face him. Ginny burst out laughing.

Harry and Ginny went through to the living room. Harry sat on the sofa, and Ginny lay next to him, her head in the crook of his neck. He put one of his arms round her, and his other hand on her middle, keeping it there. Then, Harry felt her breathing slow down and deepen as she fell asleep. He closed his eyes and drifted off.