Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of it's associates. I do not make money off of this therefore it is really pointless to sue me if you're thinking about it. I only write for the entertainment of myself and of others, although mostly for myself...I promise I will return all the characters I use in good condition ((or as good as condition I can keep them in)) and hopefully all in one piece.

Rating: PG-13 ((Might go up, not sure yet))

Summary: As a back up plan, Harry asks Ginny to carry his baby, just In case the war kills him. When the baby comes, and the war is over, Harry denies any question had been asked. Now everyone believes he's a liar, especially when his scar begins to burn again, even though Voldemort has been killed.

A/N: Welcome to the first chapter. It's going to be a little rough going, lots 'o fights and shizit like that, so bear with me, but I promise you awesome results in a few chapters due to all of this. once again, R&R's are welcomed.

Chapter 1

An Unhappy Surprise

A month had passed since the defeat of Voldemort. A few witches and wizards began using his name more frequently since the fear of his reign had been snuffed. Yet, Harry, the memories and events still so fresh upon his mind, stayed half awake, night after night. Today, the morning seemed to roll in with a certain depression. The sky had become overcast with storm clouds and a cold sleet fell from the clouds. Harry sighed, rubbing his face before grabbing his round-rimmed glasses. He put them on, blinking as the vaulted ceiling of his bedroom came into focus. He shivered as he pushed his sheets back and allowed the cold air to prompt him to hurry out of bed. The fear of his bare feet against the freezing stone floor stopped him. He drew his knees to his chest and hugged them as he looked around the room.

His eyes stopped as he saw the petite figure of a girl next to him. Blinking again, he began to remember how he had asked Cho, the night before, to stay with him until he fell asleep. And there she stayed, softly massaging the hair on the back of Harry's neck as he drifted into what seemed like sleep. Now, Harry had noticed as he came out of his daze, the matted bed sheets in Cho's form, sleeping soundly next to him. He smiled to himself and braved the chilly floor. He ran to the bathroom, hissing as the balls of his feet touched the ground, all the way into the bathroom where a rush of hot water greeted him with arms wide open.

After Harry had readied, eaten breakfast and stepped outside where a face full of morning fog greeted him, he looked up at Hogwarts that stood in the far distance. After graduation, Harry had seen a nice little room for rent in Hogsmeade and lightly accepted to fill in for Madam Hooch as a temporary job at Hogwarts. Since Voldemort's death, Harry was given the OK to move out by himself. The need for having to visit the Dursley's once a year to keep the spell his mother bestowed upon him before her death had been voided. Dumbledore did offer Harry room and board inside of the castle, which Harry had to politely decline. Seven years was enough time inside those walls. Eight would have been too many. After all, Hogsmeade was just a short walk away, or, for Harry, a short fly away.

He sat sideways on his broom and allowed it to fly the familiar pathway to the Quidditch pitch where his class of Slytherin's had formed a group. He moved to a bench and pulled out a clip board from his robes. Wishing he had brought a mug of coffee with him, he dug for a quill, looking over the days schedule.

"Why don't we warm up?" Harry suggested, studying the class as they eagerly made their way to the middle of the pitch, their brooms in hand.

"Rebounds. On my mark." Harry reached into his robes and pulled out a shiny silver whistle. The class mounted their brooms and the whistle sounded. Students kicked up into the air and flew from one side of the pitch to the other. Harry rolled his eyes.

"Faster!" He screamed, craning his neck as they soared over him. He growled.

"Double time! Come on! My cousin can fly faster than you!" Harry laughed aloud at his last remark. Somehow, seeing Dudley on a broomstick seemed funny. Harry blew the whistle and screamed again.

"Dives!" He watched as the kids lined up and began to dive toward the ground one by one, all of them cheering each other on. Thirty minutes later, hearts racing and lungs pumping to capacity, Harry brought out a set of practice Quidditch balls. He dragged the heavy trunk from the supply shed to the middle of the field. Before he could open the chest, he was interrupted. His name had been called from the sidelines.

"Harry! Hey, Harry!"

Harry held up a finger.

"Hold on." Turning back to the circle of kids, Harry pointed to a boy who just glared back in the best Slytherin way he could.

"Pritchard, run game. Excuse me." Harry turned quickly, glad to be dismissed from the day's class and joined the person on the sidelines.

"Ron! If it hasn't been a while. Glad you stopped by today." Harry smiled. Ron's lips cracked halfway in a forced smile.

"You should be the one to talk." Ron's voice was quiet. Harry cocked his head and Ron continued, the fake smile gone without a trace.

"One month! One month and not one owl. One month and not even a sign of your bloody existence!"

"Ron, I've been really busy...My classes and all--"

"You have other responsibilities too, you know."

"Listen, I'm sorry I haven't sent an owl. It's my fault. I'll try to be a better friend."

"You can start by helping out more." Ron placed his hands on his hips. Harry stared back.

"Helping out more?"

"Don't act like you don't remember, Harry." They exchanged a few long glances.

"What are you on about?" Harry asked, confused. Ron clenched his fists in tight balls.

"Ginny. The baby. You can't just do that, leave for nine months and claim you don't know what I'm talking about."

Harry shuffled his feet.

"First off. What baby? Secondly, if you're talking about the past nine months, do you even remember what happened? We were in a war to save the world from a bloody living Hell!"

"In the past month alone, we had to rush Ginny to the hospital four times, tie her shoes for her, survive throughout her late night cravings among many other things. You should be the one to do this, it was your idea."

"What was my idea?" Harry's jaw clenched. His eyes squinted into tiny slits and his cheeks grew red. Ron relaxed his hands and crossed his arms, instead.

"It was your idea for Ginny to carry your baby just in case you died in action. I think it would be a nice gesture on your part to stay with us, or even have Ginny live with you so you can help take care of your child."

"Ron, I never did such a thing."

"Quit being so selfish!"

"I'm not being selfish, I'm being honest...Do you truly think that I'd not want to help out if it was, in fact, my kid?"

"Well, that's exactly what you're doing!"

Harry took in a deep breath and held it. The past few nights of barely any sleep weren't doing him any justice at the moment. Instead, it was helping him become more irritable. "You know what I think?" Harry paused. Ron stared back. "I think Ginny got knocked up and you came up with this unbelievable story."

"The hell I did."

"Mmmhmmm." Harry nodded and looked back at his class who had paused in their playing to stop and watch the show they were putting on. "I have a job to do." Harry spoke once again, walking back toward his class. Ron watched carefully and shot back,

"You've got two," and left. Harry closed his eyes and breathed deeply, letting the cold air fill his lungs as Ron's muffled footsteps left the pitch. He opened his eyes and nodded to his class.

"Please. Do continue." And the practice began once again.

Well! First chapter done! Hope you all liked it! Please,R&R, I'd be happy to hear what you think and I might just update.

J