"On the last day of work, my little boy gave to me," I sang as I wiped down the last table.

"A muzzle! Shut it Jen, we've heard this a million times!"

I cheerfully threw the rag I was using in bucket of murky water. "Now Lacie, that's not very nice." I ducked as my co-worker threw a rag at my face. When her little rant was over, I popped back up. "The offer for spending Christmas with me and Evan is still open."

Lacie sighed. "I guess I could."

Lacie Bennet is probably my best friend here in the States. She's lived in Maine her entire life, while I've only been here for about a year. She seems tough on the outside, but she's completely in love with my son, Evan.

Evan. He has my flaming red hair and his father's emerald green eyes. He also has his father's personality and temper. This morning he sent a box of Cheerios flying across the room using magic. I never knew little babies could even use magic, but he did.

Lacie's a witch too, so it wasn't a shock when she saw Evan start moving things. She helped me through the pregnancy and was even my Lamaze partner. She had me move in with her to the flat upstairs, so we could never get snowed out.

Snow. I thought England's snowstorms were bad, but here, it snows all the time here. Like today, we're closing early, even though Christmas Eve is usually one of our better business days. We're a cute little café, and we're really popular for young couples who spent the day ice skating or shopping for last minute gifts. They're so cute; they come in with rosy faces and order hot chocolate then snuggle up in the corner. Then Lacie and I make faces at each other as they suck each other's faces off. Oh, it's so much fun.

"Should we close up?" Lacie questioned. The snow was falling in drifts, and we couldn't see much further than the circle of light cast by the street lamp outside.

"Yeah, I guess. How bout you do the lights and I'll fix us some coffee upstairs?" Lacie nodded, and I went to the backstairs. After climbing the rickety old stairs, I went directly to Evan's room.

The upstairs flat was cozy, four bedrooms, two bathrooms, a small kitchen and sitting room. Evan is in my room until he gets older, but Lacie and I already set up a nursery for him. I crept into my room and to the side of the cradle.

I watched as he sucked his thumb and turned in his sleep. His usually messy red hair was lying flat for once and I lightly ran my fingers through it. It was the same texture as his father's…

"Jen! I need you down here!"

I sighed and pulled the covers over my son and then hurried down the stairs. "Lacie, what's going-" I stopped mid-sentence.

There, at the coffee bar, sat Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Bill, Charlie, Mum, Dad, Harry and Scarlett. My mouth fell open.

They looked about how I felt. "Ginny?" Mum finally said, breaking the silence. "Oh Ginny."

She enveloped me in one of those bone-crushing Weasley hugs and I just stood there. Thoughts were racing through my head like 'How the hell did they find me,' and 'Why the hell are they here?'

"We didn't think we'd ever find you," Mum cried. I could feel her tears leaking onto my shirt.

"Mum," I began, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill. "What are you doing here?"

"We've been looking for you since you left," Dad said, standing up and walking over to me.

"We wanted you back for Christmas." Mum let go of me and I threw myself at Dad. He stroked my hair and kept saying, "My little girl."

I couldn't take it. I started bawling. It'd been a year since I'd seen them and I was still hormonal. I couldn't help it.

Charlie and Bill hugged me next and out of the corner of my eye I saw Lacie sneak upstairs. She knew they didn't know about Evan and I assumed was going up to keep him from crying and exposing me.

After my family hugged me, Harry shuffled forward. He awkwardly put his arms around me and whispered, "I hope you didn't leave because of me."

I pretended to not hear. I discreetly pushed him away and was attacked by Scarlett. She hugged me in a friendly way, but she hissed, "He's mine."

I didn't even bother to hug her back and didn't bother to be discreet in pushing her away. "Get off me."

Scarlett scowled at me, and everyone took a sharp breath. "I knew you were bad news after you left after the wedding. What, couldn't stand that you didn't ask him out first?"

I wasn't about to dignify that with a response. After all, it wasn't like she had his baby. I heard a thump from upstairs and Lacie came running down. "Jen, Evan's sick."

My eyes widened and I ran upstairs. Judging by the sounds coming behind me, everyone was following. I gently picked up my shivering son. He was running a fever. "Omygod, omygod, omygod, what do I do?" I started freaking out. This was the first time Evan had ever been sick.

"What in God's name?"

I turned around and suddenly remembered my family was still in the room. Tears were streaming down my cheeks as I ran out of the room. Clutching him to me, I ran outside and to my car. After strapping him into his car seat, I tried to start the car. It stalled. I started banging on the steering wheel, it was still stalling. I was sobbing and swearing at the damn thing to get me the hell away from this place.

Suddenly, the car jolted. "Drive." I turned to the side and saw Harry sitting in the passenger's side. I was too worried about my son to bother wondering why the car was flying or why the father of my child was sitting next to me. I just kicked the car into drive and we sped off.

The closest hospital, muggle, wizard or otherwise, was a good two hours away driving. But, being as we were in a flying car, it would be maybe 15 minutes to the nearest wizarding hospital. This happened to be the same hospital I gave birth to Evan in four months ago. "Why didn't you tell me?"

This was the first time Harry had spoken a complete sentence to me since our 'mistake.' I was hoping I could just ignore him. "Gin," he tried again.

"Don't talk to me," I shouted, not looking at him. "You're the one who called my son a mistake. He is the best thing that ever happened to me and I'm not about to let you make me feel guilty because I kept him away from you and that bitch you married. I let you live your life, after this, you let me live mine and we'll both be happy."

"Did you know at the wedding?" he shot back at me. "Because you know I would've dumped Scarlett if I knew you were carrying my child."

"Don't start calling him your child. He is mine. You were never there for him and as far as I'm concerned you never will be."

"He's my son Ginny, you can't keep him from me."

"I've done a damn good job so far!" I took a hard right turn and Harry went flying into the window. "I'll do whatever I have to keep my baby."

We saw the hospital below us, and I did a dive, preventing Harry from talking to me. I couldn't stand to hear him say anything else about my Evan and how he wanted to be a father. I know I should have told him, but he was married to Scarlett. I really didn't want my baby around that bitch. She ruined my life, and she wasn't going to touch my son.

We landed, and before I could reach behind me to grab Evan, Harry already had him. Evan immediately stopped fussing, and Harry and I ran into the hospital. A nurse took Evan as soon as Harry explained the situation and I collapsed into a chair in the waiting room. Harry then handed me a clipboard with forms on it. "You have to fill these out," he explained curtly.

I sighed and took the clipboard from him. I felt his eyes on me as I began to fill out the form. Name: Evan James Weasley, Date of Birth: August 12, 2004, Gender: Male. I couldn't take Harry looking at me anymore. "What?" I demanded, looking up from the paper.

He shrugged. "I just want to know about my son."

I rolled my eyes and finished the form as my family came in. "Jen, how is he?" Lacie asked kneeling in front of me.

"Her name's Ginny," Harry snapped.

"And this is coming from the dead beat dad," Lacie muttered, glaring at Harry who was turning purple with rage. "What happened?"

I started crying. A fever could be life-threatening to a little baby, especially since I'd had such a hard delivery. He had been a preemie, and I was scared. "I don't know the damn nurses won't tell me anything."

Mum came and sat next to me. "Why didn't you tell us?"

I opened my mouth, but the nurse came back. "Ms. Weasley? I'm afraid we have some bad news."

And then everything went black.