AN: So our of the kindness of my heart hear is another chapter. And boy is it a shocker! Leave me a review and tell me what you think! pretty please with a cherry on top?

Two days later, the Independence Day celebration was being held. Everyone was getting together with friends and family, and there were many reunions going on. Fireworks were going off everywhere. Oliver smiled as he walked to the burrow, thinking how strange it must look to all the muggles. But they'd probably gotten used to it by now. 'I'll bet a few of them even celebrate it themselves,' he mused. Music could be heard a mile away from the burrow. Oliver was surprised to see the entire backyard aglow as he approached.

He knocked on the door, but no one answered, so he let himself in. People were talking and mingling, and it seemed as though the music could not be heard from outside. The first one to notice him was none other than Fred Weasley.

"Oli!" He shouted, pulling Oliver into a vicious hug. Oliver smiled in joy. Fred let him go, and George hugged him next.

"We weren't expecting to see you here!" George explained, clapping him on the back and handing him a drink. Oliver just smiled.

He went around saying hello to everyone, and he got pretty much the same response. No one could believe he'd showed up. He said hello to everyone and feeling hungry, peeked into the kitchen.

Ginny and Luna and Mrs. Weasley were all hard at work making various items. Luna had dumped her son Josh on her husband Ron, and entertaining Ginny with a story about the two of them. Ginny appeared to be listening while she cooked, though it seemed as though the smile she wore was for show. He stood in the door way watching her until Mrs. Weasley noticed him.

"Oliver dear!" She said, bustling over to give him a hug. "It's been such a long time, how are you?" She asked, inspecting him. She didn't let him answer his question. "Don't they feed you anything on those Quidditch teams?" She asked again, turning around to grab him some food.

Oliver smiled at her. "It's called a weight limit, Mrs. Weasley." He said affectionately, but he accepted the sandwich she pushed into his hand. He turned to Luna and Ginny.

"Hello Oliver." Luna said politely while smiling at him. He nodded to her and turned to Ginny, who seemed to be looking at him almost expectantly.

"Hey Gin." He said as casually as possible, offering her a half smile. He could have sworn he saw her blush, but it was gone as quickly as it had come.

"Oliver." She said curtly, and then turned back around. Mrs. Weasley seemed to be casting suspicious glances between them.

"Well I just came to say hello, but you three will come out the party wont you?" He asked them, flashing a charming smile. "Three lovely ladies such as yourselves shouldn't stay in the kitchen all night."

Luna giggled, Ginny shook her head, and Mrs. Weasley shooed him out of the kitchen.

The party went well for a while. Lots of food, people talking and drinking. He saw anyone and everyone he could remember ever knowing. Ginny, Luna and Mrs. Weasley did eventually come out of the kitchen, and the party was in full swing. Things had mostly moved out to the backyard, where lights were strung over the fence and all the trees. It was definitely a sight to behold.

Around 9 o'clock, Harry stood on a chair in the middle of everyone with his drink and banged his wand to the side of his cup. Everyone quieted down and turned to face him.

"As we all know, today marks the third anniversary of the day we kicked Lord Voldermorts butt." He said triumphantly, and there was a round of applause and 'Here here's. "But that's not the reason we're here today. The real reason we're here is to celebrate and be thankful for what we have. It's to honor those who died so that we could live. It's to remember what we lost, and what we were given. Today is not just for those who fought the battles, but for the ones who will come after us." He starred down at his wife and son fondly.

"So today," he continued, "We remember the war, and everything that goes with it." A round of applause broke out. Harry raised his hand to quiet them down once more. "Neville has put together a sort of video, recapping some of the events from the war. It's taken a long time to put together, but it's finally done." Harry stepped down, and Neville conjured up a projection screen.

The song started, and Oliver immediately knew what it was. He watched the video roll by, associating the pictures with the song.

The bugle calls us to the line
From the mists of the long ago

Dumbledore was pictured from when the war first started.

See how the battle sabers shine
And the shadows the flags all throw

Ron was shown with the legendary sword, and then Bill was shown leading his army to battle.

For The Glory…
For a land forever free
For the last best hope of mankind
For the better part of me

People were shown fighting; Harry and Draco were shown on their way to battle Voldermort, and Hermione and Draco were shown making friends.

For The Glory…
For the words we hold so dear
Let us give the last full measure
Gathered here
For The Glory

The time to stand has come at last
Let the drums start the long, long roll
The bridge is burned, the die is cast
To His Grace I commend my soul

For The Glory…
For the Dixie that I know
For the way of life we cherish
Let us die or let us go
For The Glory…
For the home we hold so dear
Let us give the last full measure
Gathered here
For The Glory

The rest of the video went on like that, and then the music changed. Fight scenes were shown, and the glory of the war truly was captured in this video. The music changed again, to a much softer rhythm.

Sleep in my arms now
All your pain is passed
Sleep for you have traveled far
Now you are home at last
Go as you came here
Time to say goodbye
Rise, soft as a melody
Safe in a lullaby
The fields are green
The rivers all run clear
And oh, so far from here
Rest for a while now
All your work is done
Rest here in my waiting arms
Now that your race is run.

This part of the video was much sadder. It showed the death of Sirius Black, and Harry finally defeating Voldermort. It showed the aftermath of the war. It showed Remus Lupin leaving on a ship that was bound for another world. The music changed back to its original form, but this time it was much stronger.

For the Glory…
For the men who've gone before
For the men who will come after
We will wage this bloody war!
For The Glory…
For the truth we hold so dear
Let us give the last full measure
Gathered here
For The Glory!

Oliver had to wipe a tear from his eye as he remembered the day it was finally over. They'd all been fighting outside the gates of Voldermorts palace, and Harry and Draco had gone inside. There was a brilliant flash of light, and then Voldermorts Death Eaters were all turned to dust. His palace collapsed, and for the briefest of moments, they all though it had taken Draco and Harry with it. But they came ridding out triumphantly on Buckbeak the Hippogriff. That had been the happiest day of his life that he could remember.

Sighing heavily, Oliver pushed the thoughts out of his mind. He was here to celebrate the future as far as he was concerned, and dwelling on the past was not going to help him one bit.

He got himself another drink and sat down on a bench that was a little further away from the rest of the party. He sipped on his drink for a long time, listening to everything going on around him.

After he'd sat there for a half an hour and downed two scotches, Ginny came to sit next to him. She was smiling, but Oliver didn't need to be sober to tell it was false.

"What's wrong?" He asked immediately. He sounded perfectly sober, and he felt it too, but he could tell that his senses were a little dull. Her smile faded and she looked at him.

"Thinking about the future isn't always a happy thing." Ginny wasn't drunk at all, he noticed, and he figured she would have had more to drink than him. He didn't understand what she meant though, by thinking about the future.

"It's the past that bothers me." He mumbled, sloshing around what was left of his drink. He downed the last sip and put the glass away.

"We all have our demons to face." She said quietly. Oliver looked at her then, wondering if he was drunk enough to get away with kissing her. She spoke again before he could consider it further though. "Why haven't you ever talked about it before? Don't you know that's just asking for trouble?"

Her tone was condescending and he glared at her. "I don't know. I never had anyone to talk to." He lied. He didn't even know why he'd never talked about it. It had been too hard. He'd only ever talked about his family's death to one person, and she was dead.

"You could have come to me." She whispered. Oliver looked at her in shock, and then shook his head slowly.

"If I had come, would you have listened?" He remembered her anger from the night before. She seemed to think about this, but she didn't answer and they lapsed into silence.

"Nothing to drink?" He asked after a moment, noticing her empty hands. She shook her head.

"Can't." She said simply. He raised an eyebrow at her as she looked back over at him. "I mean… I err… never could handle my alcohol." She choked on a bitter laugh and starred off into the distance. Oliver knew she was lying, he remembered what party animal she once had been, but he pushed the subject no further. They sat there for heaven knows how long in comfortable silence, listening to the rest of the party.

"Are you sorry you came back here?" She whispered at last, her voice catching in her throat. Oliver sighed, looking down at his hands.

"I don't know yet Ginny. I just don't know." He whispered.

He didn't seem to know anything as of late. Everything had become muddled and confused in his mind, and the alcohol running through his blood probably wasn't helping. In fact, he was sure it wasn't helping as he turned to look at Ginny and felt himself leaning towards her. The thing that surprised him however was that Ginny, instead of leaning away, was leaning towards him. Her eyes looked far away and he could see tears forming in them, but she kept leaning towards him. Unable to help himself he reached out to cup her face with his hands. His breathing quickened and he felt an aching in his heart as her tears spilled out of her eyes and onto his hands.

He had pressed his mouth to hers in an instant, wanting to quench the fire burning inside him. He needed so much to love her, to be with her. He needed her to let him love her. He wanted her to love him back. Before he knew what they were doing they were standing up and stumbling around the yard on their way back to the house. He was glad that the party was still in full swing and no one paid them any mind.

He realized suddenly where they were going, and in an effort to get there faster he picked Ginny up, wrapping a hand around her waist and another on her thighs. He carried her through the doors and up the stairs, not stopping until they had reached her bedroom. It was hard to keep moving though as he and Ginny were tangled in each other the entire time.

He finally set her down, laying her on the bed. He crawled on top of her and continued his assault of her mouth, feeling her hands dance up and down his chest and shoulders. He wrapped his arms around her securely, pressing them together completely. In one brief instant, the kissing stopped. All action stopped as Ginny pulled away from him gently. He protested, not wanting this to end now. He opened his eyes and looked at her face in panic. He was surprised to see a faint smile coming over her face as she stared up at him, tracing his face with her fingers. He waited her for her give him an okay, but she never did, just continued looking at him.

He bent down to kiss her very gently, chastely, and passionately. Their lips met, and he could at once feel a bursting of warmth inside him as his heart fluttered at her touch. Then to his sheer disbelief, she started crying again. He tried to shush her and make her stop but she wouldn't. She pushed him off her and sat on the end of her bed continuing to cry. He tried to wrap an arm around her, but she wouldn't let him, and his heart sunk as he realized there was nothing he could do for his crying love.

With frustration he stood and crossed his arms, pacing back and forth in front of her. She didn't stop, and he finally kneeled in front of her.

"Ginny. Ginny please stop. It's alright." He soothed, brushing her hair away from her face and trying to pry her hands from her eyes. She yanked her hands down and stood.

"You should go." She said flatly but firmly. He looked at her for a minute, shocked into silence, and stood up.

"No." He stomped his foot. "Not until you tell me what this is all about!" He practically screamed it, unaware that his own anger had grown so quickly. She glared at him, her face going as red as her hair.

"You really want to know? You want to know what this is all about!" She said that last two words with such spite that he took a step back.

"Yes. I really want to know. What is so important that it's keeping you from me? What is so important that it's doing this to you?" He asked, taking a step toward her. She wrapped her left arm around her stomach and brought her right hand up to her mouth. She starred at him, eyes tearing, and he felt his anger begin to ebb away. Sighing, he sat down to her bed and put his head in his hands.

"You… It's none of your business anyway." Ginny said shakily, and Oliver almost growled.

"Bloody hell it is. You're my business Ginny, whether you like it or not." He said weakly, feeling tired and grumpy.

"You couldn't even begin to understand!" Ginny said, turning from him. Oliver threw his hands up in the air in frustration.

"What Ginny! What couldn't I understand?!" He said loudly. She turned to him shaking, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Then, in a whisper, "Oliver. I'm pregnant."