A/N: Chappie 5 peoples! Sorry for the long update. I wrote this chapter but I didn't like how it turned out so I completely rewrote it. And I was swamped in school projects and homework.

Wakiza- Thanks for joining my RP!

Chapter 5: Arrivals and Namings

Ginny lay down the couch. The last few days had been hectic. Between a howler from Ron, a bombardment of letters from her other brothers, her parents, and Hermione, not to mention finding time to see a healer, she was exhausted.

"I swear you're more trouble than you're worth," Ginny murmured to her stomach. "If I get one more asking if father is Harry, I'll scream. Do they really I cheated on him?"

In the other room, Ryan started to wail. Ginny sat up with a groan. "If it wasn't for the fact that Sam and Danielle help me out, I'd have sent you back to your parents long ago," she muttered. After feeding and burping him, she sat down on the couch again and rocked him gently to sleep.

As Ginny started to doze off herself, she heard another tapping noise. There was another owl at the window. 'Great,' she thought, 'Another letter. Who could it be this time?' She opened the window to let the owl in and gasped as she recognized its snowy feathers.

"Hedwig!" Ginny cried. 'What's Hedwig doing here?' Ginny wondered. Could it be? Was he-? No, it couldn't be. It was too far fetched. There must be another explanation. She read the letter.

(A/N: Imagine Ashokan Farewell playing as you read this next part)

My dearest Ginny,

If you're receiving this letter, it means I am dead and Voldemort has triumphed. What I feared has come true. What I mean is that long I knew this could happen. Shortly before I was born, a prophecy was made. It went like this: The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies... In other words, I had to face Voldemort in a battle where only one of us would survive. I had hoped that person would be me. I guess I was wrong.

Ginny, you may think this means only I could defeat Voldemort, and since I'm gone, no one can defeat him. That's untrue. What the prophecy is saying is that whichever one of us dies first will be killed by the other. It does not say that the one who survives can't die. What I'm saying is, now that I'm dead, anyone can kill Voldemort. That's right, anyone. It could be you, Ron, Hermione, even Neville.

I'm sorry I never told you or anyone else about the prophecy. I never had the courage to tell you. But also, there's another reason I wrote this letter. I wanted to tell you, I love you, always have, always will. To quote Shakespeare: "I cannot heave my heart into my mouth." Translation: I love you so much, I can't put it into words.

Whether you choose to stay and fight, or leave and be safe, it's your choice. Don't let me affect it.

Don't let me keep you from living and being happy. If you meet someone and feel the same way about him as you felt about me, don't hesitate. All I want is for you to be happy. Don't let me hold you back.

All my love,

Harry

Ginny was in tears by time she finished. It was just like Harry to write a letter like this. But he should have known better than to say she might feel about someone else the same way she felt about Harry. She and Harry had a very deep and passionate bond, and Ginny would never share that bond with anyone else.

"Besides," she murmured, "It's not like I haven't got anything left of him." She smiled at her stomach. "I can't expect you to be exactly like him. It would be cruel. But you'll still remind of him."

Eight months later…

"Push, Val, push!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"

"Ouch, don't squeeze so hard, you could break it!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH! I DON'T CARE! AAAAAAAAAAA-

AAAAAAAHHHHH! COME OUT YOU ING BABY!"

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!"

"Do you really want the F-word to be one of the first words your child hears!"

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"I DON'T THINK THE GOD-FOR-EFFING BABY CARES! SHE WON'T REMEMBER IN TEN YEARS!"

Ten minutes later…

"Ms. Peters, I'm afraid we have some bad news." Healer Harvey Vesalius took a breath and continued. "Because your baby was born a month early, she'll have to spend some time in the hospital."

Ginny and Sam's went wide with worry. "What's wrong? How bad is she? What can we do help? Wha-?"

Healer Vesalius held up a hand. "However," he continued, "we believe, that if we're allowed to keep her under care for a few days, she should make a full recovery."

Sam let out a sigh of relief. Ginny, on the other hand, was more skeptical. "You're sure she'll be okay?" the new mother asked anxiously. Vesalius scowled, disgruntled at this lack of faith in his skills as a healer. He did have a degree, after all. "Yes I'm sure," he replied testily. Changing the subject, he added, "Now you're also going to have to let me run some tests on you, just to make sure you're completely okay…"

An hour later, Ginny was cleared and was allowed to leave. Vesalius told her that the hospital would owl her to inform her about any change. A very depressed and worried Ginny left the hospital that evening. All that week she mostly just sat around biting her nails, waiting for an owl to come with news of her child. Soon, she had a bleeding hangnail on every finger. Sam and Danielle tried to keep her as busy as possible. They took to magical movies (these were a new fad in the wizarding world). They took her shopping, played games, anything to keep her distracted.

That Thursday, they were sitting in Danielle's living room, playing Exploding Snap. Ginny's mind was clearly elsewhere. After the giant card-house exploded for the third time, Ginny spoke.

"Morgan," she said simply.

"Say what?" said Sam, spitting out the 5 of clubs, which had flown into her mouth.

"Morgan," Ginny repeated. "Morgan Lily Peters. That what I'm naming my daughter."

A/N: That's chappie five, peoples! I'll try to write chapter six faster, though I'll make no guarantees (It's a three day weekend. Shouldn't be too much of a problem).