A/N- Alright, here Chapter 4! Enjoy. Also, I'm changing Ginny's reason for leaving England because I don't think the original one makes a lot of sense. It'll be explained in what she tells Sam and Danielle.

Pussin Boots- Yes, she's afraid that Voldemort could be there but she also wants to be honest with Sam and Danielle cuz she likes them and thinks of them as possible friends. So, she's telling them an edited version of her story (i.e., she changes names, leaves out or changes details, etc.).

Rachel- Good point. And I always thought I was good at math . So yes their ages would be 22 and 21.

Chapter 4: Discoveries

"In the Final Battle, a lot of my family died," Ginny began. "My husband, my sister, her husband, my parents. After we lost, some of my friends wanted to stay and fight, hoping we might be able to defeat Voldemort even though Harry Potter was dead." Her eyes stung with unshed tears.

"I didn't want to stay," Ginny continued. "I wanted to get away from all the killing. So I took my nephew and left."

"Your nephew?" Sam asked.

"Yes, Ryan," Ginny said sadly, "I'm the only family he's got now."

"Oh Val, I'm so sorry," said Danielle.

"It's ok," Ginny replied, "It's not your fault." There was silence for a few minutes. "Do you wanna meet Ryan?" she finally asked.

"Sure," Sam said, eager to change the subject.

"Ok, lemme go get him."

Ginny sat down on the couch again. Sam and Danielle had just left. They'd simply adored Ryan. Danielle kept sighing about how she wished he was hers and Sam kept commenting about how she wished her nieces and nephews were as sweet as Ryan. After chatting some more together, the two witches left saying they needed to get to work. Danielle was a chef at a popular wizarding restaurant. Sam was assistant coach on the local quidditch team, the Santa Margarita Flying Needles.

Thinking of work and jobs, Ginny realized she needed to get one of her own, if she expected to make a living. The money she'd brought with her wouldn't last forever. So, the next day, after putting Ryan in the apartment building's day care center, she set out to look for work.

After looking at several places, Ginny finally got a job at the local hospital. She was one of the healers for the spell damage ward. It paid enough so she could get along fine, so long as she didn't spend too much. The hours weren't bad either. 7:00 am to 2:00 pm. True, it meant she had to get up fairly early but Ginny figured it was worth getting the afternoon off.

When Ginny got home from career hunting, she made mac n cheese for lunch. As she was about to pour in the cheese, she heard a tapping on the window. A familiar miniature owl was at the window holding a large letter.

"Pig!" she cried as she opened the window and let him in, "It's you!" Pigwidgeon looked at her as if to say 'Well of course it's me!' She quickly took the letter from his beak and, recognizing Hermione's neat script, read it.

Dear Ginny,

First of all, don't fret about me using your real name. I've spelled it so only someone closely related to Ron and me can read what this actually says or take the spell off of this letter. Attached is a copy of the spell I used so you can do the same.

We found a good place for our new headquarters. Remus, Ron, and the others are working on protecting it as best we can (e.g. Making it unplottable, a Fidelius Charm, etc. Remus is the secret keeper.) We rescued a family of Muggles from Voldemort. We managed to get them out of the country, though to where I'm not sure. Kingsley is in charge of escapees, and he can't tell, in case someone overhears. We've been fighting with guerilla tactics (you know, hit and run tactics. You pop up, toast a few Death Munchers, and leave without tipping). We haven't had any deaths so far, but Merlin knows our luck won't last. We have had major injuries, though. Lavender was hit in the chest with some curse, and we're still not sure if she'll recover, though Neville and Blaise are doing their best.

But enough depressing stuff. How are you? How's Ryan? I hope you're doing ok. Ron and I are fine. How's your new apartment? Your brothers send their love, as do I and the rest of the Order. Are the people there being nice to you? Have you made any friends? Have you gotten a job? If so what do you do? Please answer soon, though I think it may take Pig a while to get here. I only used him because he's small and hard to intercept.

Love,

Hermione

Ginny smiled to herself. Typical Hermione, always asking questions. Quickly, she sat down at down at the kitchen table and wrote a reply.

Dear Hermione,

I'm fine, and so is Ryan. My new apartment is very nice-looking. Whoever picked it out obviously has good taste. I haven't gotten to know enough people here to say whether or not they're nice, in general. However, there are couple witches, Sam and Danielle, who live on my floor who are nice. They absolutely, adore Ryan. Next thing you know, they'll be building a shrine to-

It was at this point Ginny suddenly felt very sick. She rushed to the bathroom and threw up violently. 'Hmm…I wonder' she thought in a very Ollivander-like way.

5 minutes later…

There was a knock on the door. "Val!" Sam called. "I wanna ask you something!" No answer. "Val?" Sam called again. Still no answer. She checked the door. It was unlocked.

Sam went downstairs. "Excuse me," she said politely to the reception lady, "Have you seen Valerie Peters?"

"Yes," said the reception lady loftily. Someone named Gabrielle Noir this time. "I saw her go upstairs half an hour ago."

With a hurried "Thank you," Sam hurried back upstairs. Something had to be wrong. This time Sam didn't stop to knock and just burst into the apartment. She Checked the bathroom. There was Val, on the floor, unconscious.

Sam knelt down next to her. "Val! Val! Speak to me!" she cried, shaking the red headed witch almost violently. Sam looked around to see what could have caused Val to pass out. In one hand was a pregnancy test. In the other was the box. Sam picked up the box. On the back it said:

If the liquid turns blue, you're pregnant.

If it turns pink, you're not.

If it turns aqua-green, you're pregnant with more than one child.

If it's red you may have a miscarriage. Sam looked at the test. It was blue. Realization dawned on the African-American woman. Thump

Half an hour later, Danielle found them and woke them up. Like Sam, she'd realized that Ginny was indeed pregnant. Unlike them, however, she had not fainted.

"I can't believe I'm gonna be a mom," Ginny squeaked. "I just…"

"Can't believe it?" Danielle asked. Ginny was still recovering from the shock, and was over excited about it. She'd been altering between states faintness and squealing about how she couldn't believe it.

"Here, drink this," Sam said soothingly, handing Ginny a Calming Draught. After drinking it, Ginny felt better.

"So, I'd better see a healer, right?" Ginny asked.

"Ya, come on let's go."

After leaving the healer's office, Ginny felt calmer. The healer had given her advice on how to handle pregnancy and child raising. When Ginny got back, Sam and Danielle threw a party, inviting everyone they knew. There, Ginny met many of Sam and Danielle's friends, as well as Sam's "current" boyfriend, a handsome-looking guy named Gabriel Thompson. Danielle was quick to inform Ginny that Sam's boyfriends never lasted more than a month, earning her many death glares from Sam.

On the whole, the party was enjoyable. Ginny made more friends and was sad when they had to leave. When the last of the guests had left, Ginny rewrote her letter to Hermione.

Dear Hermione,

I'M PREGNANT!

A/N- Well, that's the end of the chapter. Hope ya liked it. Chapter 5 should be up soon. Review and I'll give you a cookie.