A/N: I still love reviews. And puppies. Puppies are nice. Reviewers all get puppies. Unless the reviewer is allergic...

Disclaimer: I still don't own the HP world. But if I did, I would be happy and British.


Month six. The month I apparently ate a house. A large house. That's round. Bleh.
"Can you believe that in just a few months I'm going to be an uncle?" Hugh gushed. The two of us were alone in our apartment, and I was now officially too big. But I'm at home so I don't have to hide it. This also means that no one feels any guilt when they crack jokes. Hate it!
"Big whoop, in just a few months, I'll be in labor!" I snorted at him.
"And what will you do after you're...emptied." Hugh has such an odd way of putting things sometimes.
"Standing barefoot in my own front yard with a baby on my hip." it was at this time Hugh and I had discovered the song 'Redneck Woman' by Gretchen Wilson. It had become a guilty pleasure for the two of us. "You're gonna...haha..sta-haha!" he was laughing too hard to talk. I didn't find it that hilarious, but apparently Hugh did. After watching him for about fifteen minutes, we had both forgotten what he was laughing at, and then I sarted laughing with him. We laughed like this for an hour. The rest of the family found us laughing so hard that we were both crying, Hugh rolling on the floor, me trying to escape to the bathroom because I was about to wet myself. That was the first time since I married, and then divorced Connor that I had laughed that hard. Scratch that, that was the first time I had ever laughed so hard, just the first time I had been so happy since the wedding. I did make it to the bathroom in time, but just barely. Laughing while peeing is the strangest feeling...

The laughter stuck with me for two weeks. I was in such a good mood that I had to have been suspicous. It was at this time that it started being required to go and sit in on the trials. Before they had always demanded Ginerva Weasly and I had never come, but finally someone bothered to take a gander at the records and started asking for Rowena Riggs. The shortened, lazy version of my name. Whatever. I had to sit in the front at the trials, sitting quietly, watching the faces once hidden by Death Eater masks deny what they did or brag about what I knew they weren't capable of doing. None of them scared me. Voldermort was long dead and the only other Death Eater that made me remotely nervous wasn't there. He was evidently to be coming soon. I would have to testify when it was his turn. Taking the stand scared me more than he did. When I was sitting in the witness aisle I was next to former school mates turned war heroes, and I looked so different that no one seemed to put two and two together and say that there was no way that I was not the real Ginny Weasley. If I went up on the stand their eyes would be on me, focusing with a fierce intensity. They would hear my voice ring through the courtroom and I know that they would recognize it. I could already tell they were looking for a way to recognize me by the way during the breaks they watched my movements. As Ginny, I was kinda clutzy, a little goofy. I was more graceful now, as in not falling down at least twice a day. And I moved like I had gained weight, which I had. Just don't point that out too much. Lucky for me, my family came to the trials and watched, it was like a game to them. During the breaks they would always aske me how evil whoever on trial really was, always whispering, someone always claiming that what I said was exactly what they were thinking. That was what made the whole ordeal not so bad.

"I can't get over how different you are." Vic said this out of nowhere. We went from vegging in our little kitchen with Hellen to him suddenly calling me old.
"What?" I squinched my eyes in confusion. That made him look kinda funny, but I fought the urge to giggle.
"When you first came to us, you were so naive, innocent, impressionable. Now look at you! A divorcee, mother to be, woman who has the power to reveal secrets about evil men and women that could get them killed. You're just so cool!" Vic is quite a character. Hellen shook her head at him, smiling slightly while I gave him a blank stare.
"I was not naive!" I insisted, it was insulting!
"You were scared of the vacuum!" Hellen was staying quiet, watching what was going on.
"It's a weird concept! And it hurts your toes when it hits you"
"I remember when you first saw the washing machine!" Vic started laughing at this memory.
"It was weird, okay?" well it is! Think about it!
"I also remember when you first started learning to drive! HAHAHA! Those poor curbs!" Okay, he was having way too much fun. "Hahaha, remember that time I kicked your arse"
"What?"

BAM! I punched Vic square in the nose. He was taken by surprise, Hellen was taken by surprise, and I was giggling. Then Hellen joined in. "Don't look so shocked! You had it coming!" I taunted at Vic. "Oh yeah! Well...I'm telling Mum!" and with that he took off running in the general direction of where the rest of the family might be. Hellen was close behind, but I had to pull on my sweatshirt and shuffle. Running was out of the question. I was way too big to even consider that an option.
"Mum! Ro! Hit! Me!" I heard Vic insist this as I shuffled into the big lobby. This place had become a hangout spot for most everyone not being prosecuted outside of the court room. "I what?" I don't know if I my face could have looked more innocent. I conjured up the face of when I first discovered the washing machine, and learned how powerful it is.
"Hellen! Tell my mum how Ro hit me, Love! Come on!" Vic was trying to coax Hellen to fess up and blame me too.
"I'm going to get coffee...you can't have any..." she used slow and careful words as she said this too him, and I could hear Ty snort at this.
"Ro! You hit me!" Vic was determined, and had been drinking tea. His face was so close to mine as he yelled that I could smell it on his breath.
"You have no proof of that." I was using a very practical tone, watching court hearings all the time was starting to turn me into a lawyer. That'd be great, going back to the hospital where I worked and telling them I gave up the life of a medical assistant to send people to jail...or getting them out. It was all relative.
"My nose is bleeding!" Vic insisted pointing at his bloody snout.
"And we're all supposed to sit here and blindly believe that you didn't walk into a wall." I had attitude as I said this, crossing my arms and waving my head like my neck was rubber.
"Yes!" Vic was seeing that defeat was in his general direction and became desperate.
"Vic, I'm afraid I have decided you walked into a wall." Ty decided, slowly nodding his head. Vic just openend and shut his mouth repeatedly, not believing what he was hearing.
"I had always heard you were a little spit fire." that voice was not from my family. That voice was...Scottish. I turned to face the voice, and it was one Oliver fucking Wood. This would not go well.
"From who?" I demanded, but still kept my tone from being too terribly harsh.
"Your brothers, o'course." Oliver acted very casual. I knew why he was talking to me, it was not to make polite conversation and it was not to invite me to tea. He was a spy for the Weasleys.
"I don't recall any of us telling you that." Ty hissed. Mum and Dad stiffened up behind him, and Vic crossed his arms in a threatening manner.
"That's because you're not her brother." Oliver hissed back. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the people who sent him steal looks over at us.
"Sod off!" I told the spy, fixing my face on a look of persistant annoyance.
"Watch your mouth, Weasley!" Oliver snapped. We were apparently not acting the way we were supposed to and were causing him great annoyance.
"Don't you talk to my sister that way!" Vic hollered, stepping up to Oliver, and before I could do anything, Vic and Oliver were in a fight. And then all the Wellington's who saw, my parents, Bill, Hellen and Bobby included, got in a fight with all the Weasley's, Arthur, Molly, Hermione and Harry included. I stepped back and tried to think of a spell to make them stop to no avail.