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Raiting: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: So, you've made it to the second chapter, and so have I surprisingly! This chapter takes you into the past, so don't get confused. R&R's are welcome! And to those who reviewed the first two chapters, here you go, but before you read on, you must read this:

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Chapter 2

Christmas Break
(1 Year Earlier)

The burrow, though not a gingerbread house, surely looked like one. It's odd shaped outline collected the snowfall and caught billions of snowflakes upon every corner of roof top possible. Window's fogged around the edges and the warm glow seen through the windows gave the same feeling when standing outside looking in. A few flowers shivered in their flower beds, causing mini avalanches of pure white snow to cascade off of their leaves. A few snowballs flew into the small frog pond in the corner of the yard and laughs were heard as the snowballs bounced off the ice, magicked not to break and flew towards the group of kids who scattered to dodge the cold snow.

It was Ginny's last Christmas vacation at Hogwarts and Hermione and Harry had been invited to spend it with the Weasley's at the Burrow. They happily accepted with hope of getting their minds off the war that was to come. It was Christmas Eve and Ron, Hermione and Ginny were caught up in a snowball fight. Harry, however, decided to take a nap due to a headache caused by the burning feeling his scar was giving him. But, as soon as their laughs seemed to gain power and drift through the upstairs window, where Harry was sleeping in Ron's room, had Harry decided to join as well. Ron and Hermione ran behind one grouping of trees to escape the flying snow mass.

Harry and Ginny took cover behind some bushes. There, Harry's eyes focused upon Ginny, glossed over from the cold evening air. Ginny looked back and smiled.

"What are you looking at?" She asked.

"You." Harry replied.

"Do I have something on my face?"

Harry shook his head. Ginny peered over the bushes and giggled as the snowballs flew around, confused.

"I have a question." Harry said, still looking at Ginny. She looked back.

"Yes?" Her voice became hushed as Harry continued looking, unblinking and silent, which sent a shiver up her spine.

"The war is coming closer..."

"...Oh Harry, can't this wait until--"

"--I might not live through it...If something happens to me, I don't have any relatives that could carry on to conquer Voldemort." Harry interrupted and paused for breath as Ginny winced under You Know Who's name.

"Harry, have you forgotten you have your cousin to carry on your line?" Ginny spoke quickly and quietly now staring back at Harry just as still. Harry's eyes narrowed.

"My cousin would rather forget about my existence than to ever say he would have kids." He swallowed and Ginny nodded understandingly.

"You must remember. What ever happens out there, be it good or bad, it is meant to be." Her voice was shaky and she doubted even herself. "You can't change what's been planned--"

"You've been listening to Trelawney too much, Ginny. I want you to--"

"--She does have a point though."

"I have a better point. I want you--"

"--I do believe in fate, Harry."

"Will you listen to my question?" Harry growled. Time was running out and he wanted just a simple answer. Ginny bit her lip.

"Sorry." She whispered.

"I want you to carry my baby." He finished, seeming to ignore Ginny's last remark. Ginny coughed as the mixture of words and cold air hit her lungs and ears.

"If I die, I could die with knowing my family line will continue and the world would someday be stopped from his wrath if you would carry my baby."

Ginny blinked, her mouth frozen open in shock. Harry looked back still, waiting her reply. Sounds of laughter happened again on the other side of their hideout as the snowballs found Ron and Hermione. Ginny jumped and peered out from behind the bushes for a moment before looking back at Harry. Her mouth flapped open and closed, searching for an answer.

"Yes, or no, that's all I need to know." Harry asked once again. Ginny swallowed and looked down to the ground, studying their footprints their shoes were leaving. Once again, Harry spoke, becoming a bit desperate for an answer. "I've talked with a few doctors about the procedure...since I figured that we wouldn't...I mean we couldn't...you know....wouldn't want to ruin our friendship over..." His voice faded out and Ginny glanced up, holding back laughter at Harry's stuttering.

"Sex? Harry, I could care less about how it happened, with the help of doctors or not. I'm just worried about the responsibility."

"But you'd do it?"

Ginny paused, seriously considering the answer she was about to give. Harry held his breath.

"I'd be honored." She answered. Harry let out his breath and gave Ginny a grin, but she didn't return one. A sort of sad, melancholy feel settled between them, Harry tilted his head.

"What?"

"It just hit me. You aren't invincible and if I'm stuck with only the baby and not you here to help...every time I'd look at it, I'd...I'd...."

A snowball flew over suddenly, smashing down on top of Ginny's head, followed by a chain of others, causing Ginny to scream and run. Harry stood cautiously, a satisfied smile across his face as he watched the action. He drew in a deep breath before cautiously stepping out of the bushes and entered the house once again.

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