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A Series of Fortunate and Unfortunate Events

Ginny awoke with a slight rapping on her window. She furrowed her eyebrows and lazily opened her eyes. She glanced at the clock on her bedside table and the numbers displayed upon it in big red digits were 4: 45. It took awhile for it to sink in that this was in AM. She groaned and buried herself deeply in her blanket. Another rap was heard on the window, and she suddenly remembered how she was woken in the first place. Alarge owl could be seen standing on the perch by her window waiting to be let in, it was only open half way so Willow could squeeze in, but this owl was larger so it needed a bit more room. Ginny rubbed the sleep from her eyes and got up to let the owl in, mildly curious as to who in their right mind would send her an owl at five am.

With some hesitation, she got up from her bed groggily and she opened her window wider and the owl hopped in, a slight breeze chilled her cozy room and she felt slightly awoken. The owl extended its feet for her to untie the letter, thankful that it's been let in, she offered it some nibbles to eat and it took it gratefully before stretching its massive wings and flying off to the setting moon on the horizon. She sat on her bed and yawned, still a bit slow; it would be a Sunday morning and the morning haze of being awoken in the middle of the night—yes, she considered this middle of the night-- still hasnt sinked in, it is after all, a Sunday .

She stretched and opened the letter. She realized that it was a piece of torn parchment with very messy writing that scribbled something she barely just made out.

Gin,

Baby on its way! We are at St. Brigids!

Bill

The words took a while to sink in and she had to re-read the words that her older brother had scribbled. The baby was on its way, the baby was on its way, "Oh my God, the baby is on its way!" she said out loud, excitement rising in the pit of her stomach — she's to become an aunt—her brother's about to become a father----- "Oh Merlin!" With that Ginny got up and got dressed at top speed forgetting that she was up at 5 am on a Sunday scrambling to get out of her flat. Glee was spreading all over and all she can think of was 'Baby on its way!' She let out a happy squeal in her apartment accompanied by a little jig just before she shut the door and disapparated to where she knew her whole family will be in a very short while welcoming the arrival of the newest addition to the Weasley clan.


Harry apparated in front of a shabby-looking-closed-for-renovations convenient store that housed St. Brigids Hospital behind its murky glass and ruined "CLOSED" signs. He looked around, making sure that the coast was clear, this was not a hard feat for it was 6:00 o'clock on a Sunday morning. He had gotten a very abrupt squiggle of a note saying that the baby was on its way and quickly got dressed to follow the summon of the eldest Weasley brother who was to become a father. His heart gave another jolt in the wee hours of that particular Sunday for he surmised that Ginny would have also gotten a letter by now and would be there as soon as possible. He had come to expect that in any occasion that garnered the possible appearance of one Ginny Weasley made him, Harry Potter, feel like a school boy back at Hogwarts once again. He shook his head with a laugh and made to get ready.

Harry stepped in to the glass façade of the convenient store to reveal a very beautiful reception area behind it. The main floor looked deserted and he looked for a sign that would direct him to the maternity ward of the hospital. He found himself on the 3rd floor, it was titled "Maternity Ward: Babies, Welcome." The sign made Harry smile for it was a humorous sign for a hospital. After exiting the lift, he made his way to ask the medi-witch the whereabouts of the Weasley party; he had made it 5 steps away when Hermione came around the corner with a big smile plastered on her face holding what he surmised was a cup of coffee.

"Morning!" he said matching her smile. "Well…?"

Hermione gave him a quick hug and held him at arms length.

"It's a boy. He has strawberry blonde hair, but Ron reckons it'll get darker." Hermione said trying to keep her emotions in check smiled. "Let's go see them, you're the last one to arrive."

They walked through the corridor silently as to not wake other patients.

"Fleur is resting, Bill said she was magnificent. He's over the moon Harry! And the baby is beautiful, he's absolutely angelic."

"I would hope so, he's part Veela, he is!"

Hermione gave him a playful slap on his arm as they rounded the corner. Harry could hear slight murmuring and soft whispers coming from the room to his right. Hermione gave a nod and they turned towards the nearest door. All the Weasley's were scattered around the big room that was given Bill and Fleur; after all, this is the eldest son of the Minister for Magic. He found Ron, Percy, Charlie and the twins, while their respective wives and soon-to-be-wife huddled about the bay window. Mr. Weasley shook his hand and Mrs. Weasley have him a big hug and asked him if he'd had a bit to eat yet. After he'd assured her that he was good for now and promising that he'd seek her the minute he felt hungry, Mr. Weasley ushered her towards the boys. He made his way to the happy couple by the bed. He said his congratulations to a glowing Bill and an even glowing Fleur. But he still hasn't seen the baby, nor Ginny. But he thought to ask the whereabouts of the former instead of the latter, it is after all, why they were there in the first place.

"Er... guys, where's the baby?" He questioned.

Bill gave him a slight nod that directed his attention to the bay window, now deserted except for a form that instantly took his breath away. Ginny was sitting on the bay window, cradling the very unmistakable form of a little baby. The rising sun gave the picture an almost yellow brilliance to add to the glow that was setting in the room. He hadn't realized it, but he was still staring at them, unmoving from the side of Fleur's bed.

"Go on Harry." Fleur said encouragingly.

That was not Harry's problem however. He did not need encouragement to go to them. What he needed was his circulation to get back to his legs and his brain. He seemed to have lost his legs, that, or that he had forgotten how to walk. He was taken at how such a simple, but beautiful sight could leave him motionless and hinder his speech non existent. Not wanting to look like a fool any longer for he was still not moving, he looked at the happy couple and nodded at them and smiled. Merlin knew that was all he could do. He took a step forward and when he didn't fall to the ground, he thanked Merlin and kept on going until he found himself a few feet from her. She had not looked up and he could hear a melodious tune coming from her lips. She was slowly rocking her arms enveloping both of them to the sleeping form of the baby. He didn't want to disturb them and was thinking of slowly backing away but Ginny looked up and smiled the most genuine of smiles he had ever seen. It was a smile garnered by nothing but pure happiness and joy. It made her all the more beautiful.

And in that instance, for the first time in Harry Potter's natural life, wanted to kiss Ginevra Weasley.

"Hi." She said softly.

Harry's reverie was interrupted. He had made no move to dash the thought that had just crept up his head. And he knew that in no given time, the idea will all but consume him. These, he knew happened, to thoughts he has or have had that came purely from his heart; another element that made him, Harry Potter, who he is.

"Hi." He answered back.

"Isn't he beautiful?" She asked looking into Harry's eyes and back to the baby in her arms.

'Of course' he answered internally, He moved closer to them, sitting himself across Ginny on the window, looking at the baby. "You both are."

Ginny slowly stared at him as the words hit her ears, she looked mildly surprised.

Harry didn't realize what he'd said until he met Ginny's eyes. He hadn't meant to say that part out loud. His brain switched on him and now he has to deal with the searching look Ginny was giving him. He gave her a smile, as to pass it off like it was the most obvious thing in the world and that he'd meant to say it all along. He could tell that this was going to be difficult to pass off. Not from Ginny, but from himself. He realized that his feelings for Ginny had slowly, or rather to put it truthfully, highly increased in the past few months; he mused to himself, that he was making up for all the years he hadn't wised up to it sooner. He knew he was going to have to think of his next move, his feelings were getting harder and harder to control, but there was a slight movement at the door and Mrs. Weasley was making her way towards them, so he was spared for now.

Mrs. Weasley smiled at the both of them as Harry got up to offer her a seat. She squeezed Harry's arm to thank him but kept standing.

"On no dear, it's quite alright. Thank you." She then turned her attention to her daughter.

"Ginny dear, it's time to go. We should give them a rest. Fleur's family should arrive in a couple of hours from France and she should get her strength back before another set of family comes and sees them." She said lovingly to Ginny.

Ginny smiled and nodded, she handed the sleeping baby to her mother. She knew that once he was gone, she'd have to face what Harry had said earlier, she knew, that once she handed the baby to her mother, she and Harry would be left alone. As Molly strode away towards Fleur and Bill, Ginny was saved saying anything by the arrival of Fred telling them that they were all going back to The Burrow to have breakfast. She was safe, for now.

After an extended goodbye-for-nows, and we'll-see-you-soons, the Weasley's apparated back to The Burrow for breakfast. Ron had to leave for a bit for Sunday morning practice and promised to be back before anyone knew he was gone. It was a joyous breakfast and everyone was helping out to set up. It was like the reunion again, except of course the absence of Bill and Fleur. Ginny found himself avoiding Harry all morning. She chanced to always finding something to be doing every time he seemed to approach. She couldn't understand her present behaviour; she attributed it to the combination of feelings owing to her becoming an aunt, and the new baby, but also what Harry had said earlier. For some ghostly reason, Harry's comment unnerved her and she didn't know why, or rather, she felt almost fearful at his words because of a feeling that told her he had meant it. Ginny sighed finding herself in her old bedroom. She looked around and laughed at herself.

'Why do you do this to yourself?' She mused quietly. 'It's not like he said "I love you".' Ginny shook her head, embarrassed at her actions. Harry must feel terrible. She had ignored him all morning instead of saying 'Thank you, Harry.' It was after all, a bloody compliment, nothing more.

"It was a compliment you bloody fool!" She said quietly falling on her bed with a soft thud, burying the side of her face in the pillow.

As these thoughts raced through her head and the feeling of stupidity arose, she knew she had to face the music once again and go downstairs. She pondered at her excellent ability to blowing things out of proportion and chewing on a thought until it consumed her and until there was no taste left, but bad.

Her berating came to a halt, however, when a knock was heard at the door.

"Ginny?" She heard the muffled voice of Hermione from the other side.

"Come in Hermione" Ginny said not moving.

"Breakfast is ready. Your Mum is calling us to help." She said poised at the door way.

Ginny closed her eyes and feigned sleep. Hermione laughed and made her way to drag Ginny out of bed; "Oh come on you! If I can't sleep, you can't sleep!"

"Ok, I'm up, I'm up!" The both of them laughed and made their way downstairs.

Most of them were already seated and the only vacant seats were the ones in front of Harry. Hermione, seeing this, sat beside the seat that faced Harry directly. Ginny tried to not think of this as deliberate; Hermione smiled and motioned her head to her right. Ginny smiled back at her friend and took her seat. She chanced a look at Harry and he meekly offered her a smile, shyly and awkwardly, like a boy that had done something he thought was embarrassing and being sorry that he did. Ginny felt a huge weight on her heart; she hadn't meant to embarrass him. She wanted nothing more to reach over and give him a reassuring hug; but for now, all she could offer was a smile.

Ron made his way back from practice just before they started eating. He was still in his Quidditch robes and all when he conjured up a chair and made room beside Harry. Hermione laughingly shook her head and exchanged looks with Ginny.

"How was practice?" Hermione asked amidst the talk happening all around the table about the baby.

"Short."I told them that I had a family thing." He said scooping food into his plate.

He was about to take a bite when he lowered his fork and looked at Ginny, suddenly remembering something. "Oh yeah Gin, I almost forgot, Ryan said he'd be dropping by tomorrow at your work to ask you something." Ron looked content enough that he had delivered the message proceeded to stuff his face.

Hermione gave him a disgusting look, but loving all the while. "Chew darling."

But Ginny wished he had ceased and that he had not said it in company of everyone, especially Harry. Having announced the impending visit, looks were exchanged across the table and eyebrows were raised in her direction.

"Thanks." Was all Ginny could say. Hermione, sensing the awkwardness of the situation brought by Ron—bless him—steered the direction back towards the baby. It worked, but unfortunately not on the one Ginny was on pin and needles about in the first place. Harry had assumed his passive face again. It was the face Ginny had come to know as the one where you can't tell if he's simply mad, serious, scared, sad, unconcerned or all of the above. It was the face she saw that night she saw him at dinner, when she was with West.

Ginny got up from the table, pretending to get some juice. Really, she just needed a bit of fresh air the window can provide from the kitchen to clear her head of its unwanted thoughts. She poured herself a glass and looked up in the sky. She saw something approaching and she recognized it as an owl. Its whopping was heard to announce its arrival. It landed in front of Ginny as she untied the letter it was bearing and offered it a bit of hash she had left over. It took it gratefully and after a friendly nibble on her hand, it flew away. She had the tables' attention now. "Well, dear?" Her mother asked.

She looked at the writing on the envelope. With mild trepidation she said—"It's for you Harry." Her mother went back to chatting with Emma.

Harry got up from his chair and took the letter from Ginny, accidentally brushing his fingers with hers. Ginny felt butterflies stir in her stomach and looked at her plate to make sure it wasn't what she had for breakfast.

"Thanks." Harry said looking at Ginny with piercing green eyes, Ginny couldn't help it and she grinned.

Harry read the letter. It was from Dumbledore; asking if Harry would like to meet at the castle for morning tea to discuss his Auror training, and that he sends his congratulations to Bill, Fleur and the Weasley family for the safe arrival of their newest member. Breakfast passed by uneventfully with excited talks about the baby. He and Ginny exchanged a few words but nothing big, Ginny thought what she really needed was to talk to him, instead of talking to herself. She had developed a bad habit of doing so and she wanted to abate its growth before she started having conversations by herself and besides, that couldn't be healthy. She was going to do it after breakfast, she was going to explain and apologize for her behaviour. After breakfast she was going to talk to Harry.

"Well Mum that was an excellent feast!" George said patting his belly.

"Thank you dear!" Mrs. Weasley said happily

"Yes Mum, this family should have babies more often." Fred throwing a teasing look at Emma and George at Hermione. Ginny smiled and saw that Hermione was beet red, she was trying, but failing miserably, to hid behind her hair. Charlie smiled and Ron just looked plain embarrassed, but Ginny saw a grin break his face.

"Oh you!" Mrs. Weasley said, playfully slapping Fred's arm. It seemed like nothing could make Mrs. Weasley mad today. Ginny smiled at the plain glow her mother was sporting. Today, her Mum and her Dad became grandparents, nothing could put a frown on their faces today, not even Gred and Feorge—Bless them—.

Just as they were starting to get up, Ginny got called to the kitchen to help clean up. She wanted to talk to Harry but her help was needed and she didn't want to disobey her very happy Mum, so she went. After furious cleaning and scouring charms were put in effect and drying charms were administered, she emerged from the kitchen anxious and ready to talk. She had practiced what she was going to say and now, all she needed was Harry. But it seemed that the fates were not on the same page as her, for when she got back, he was no where to be found.

"Dad, have you seen Harry?" Ginny asked her Father who was working in his shed.

"I'm afraid he left Ginny. He was to meet Professor Dumbledore for morning tea at Hogwarts." Her dad said while holding, what Hermione called, a "hair dryer", trying to vainly see its purpose by taking it apart.

Ginny felt her heart sink even further. "Oh."

"Auror business, though he might be back for lunch." He added.

Not wanting to answer any inquiring questions her dad might have posed, Ginny left him to tinker with his new toy and went back to the house; feeling, if anything, pessimistic at the outcome of her and Harry's exchange, or rather, the lack there of, earlier this morning.


Harry emerged from the castle a little bit before noon. He thought of going back to The Burrow, but thought against it. Dumbledore let him know of how well he did in the last part of his Auror training and that the paper work was almost done and Harry was very close to joining the ranks of the ministry's elite force. A visit to Dumbledore usually made Harry feel better, but today, even the greatest Wizard of all time couldn't help him. Not that Dumbledore didn't try, as always, he had not lost his knack for sensing internal turmoil and asked whether if he was alright and that he was always there to lend a lending hand and ear—as long as it was duly returned. He gave Harry one of his piercing, but fatherly look under his half-moon glasses and sent Harry off. The thought of telling Dumbledore his Ginny troubles, made him laugh out loud.

'Well Professor,' He imagined

'I think I'm in love with Ginny Weasley, but I don't think she likes me back.' Harry cringed at the thought He went down to Hagrid's hut for a visit and they talked for a while. Harry thought of telling Hagrid, but he could already hear his voice booming in his head.

'Well 'arry, why don't yeh get 'er summat nice, eh?' Harry laughed, his feelings, somewhat feeling lighter. Hagrid probably would have suggested baking Ginny a nice Rock cake and dressing in his best suit to serenade her by her window top. He loved them, but this—Harry knew—he had to do on his own.

He decided to stop by London at Diagon Alley to pass time and check out the new brooms at Quality Quidditch Supplies. Diagon Alley was full of young wizards and witches and their parents trying to catch them up, people strolled laden with shopping bags and witches and wizards alike, talked animatedly on the streets. He loved the liveliness of Diagon Alley and the Quidditch Shoppe never failed to cheer him up so he decided to stop by for a quick visit. After peering through the different merchandise and saying hello to the shop keep, he made his way out and deeper into the market place. He found himself in front a very familiar place; he was at not very long ago. To his surprise, 'Ella Enchanted' a gift of a gift for all babies, brought a much needed smile to his face and he remembered how much fun he and Ginny had that day shopping for the baby that was now here.

It dawned on Harry while staring at the place that housed one of his favorite memories with Ginny, what he needed to do—instead of moping and talking to himself—was to talk with Ginny. Yes, he was going to go back to The Burrow and talk to her, explain to her what he'd meant and apologize for catching her off guard. Yes, that was what he would do, really, anything to get this misunderstanding—if that was it was even about—solved and out of the way. How else was Harry to find out Ginny's true feelings if he keeps talking to himself? He resolved to go back to The Burrow and talk to Ginny face to face. With new resolution, Harry did a quick turn but instead of open space he had collided hard with someone and they found themselves on the hard pavement floor of Diagon Alley.

It didn't take him quite long to regain his composure and lift himself off the person he seemed to have pummeled to the floor, but another could be said for the unmoving body beneath him, she seemed to have taken a blow and was still lying on the ground.

Harry bent to her side and moved a lose strand of blonde hair that was blocking the woman's face. Harry looked at her intently and saw that her eyes were opening.

"Hello Miss? Are you alright? Can you hear me?" Harry said concerned. People were passing them by, some—were curious, some—couldn't be bothered from their shopping.

When the woman didn't answer, he tried again. "Are you hurt anywhere? Can you open your eyes?"

The woman let out a little moan and opened her eyes. Harry saw a pair of very blue eyes staring back at him. He offered her a hand and she gladly took it. Her bags were strewn everywhere and Harry apologized profusely and when she got her bearings back, he helped her up.

"Are you alright? Can you stand?" With a swish of his wand, all of the woman's bag was assembled neatly at the curb. Harry transfigured a rock to a bench and he helped her sit down on it.

"I am so sorry. Can I get you anything?" Harry asked the woman who seemed to be taking this to stride considering her robes were dirtied and her hair was messed.

"No no, I'm fine really. It's my fault, I didn't see you there. I should've been watching where I was going." She said modestly, rubbing her forehead.

"No, it was me, I turned too quickly." said Harry.

The woman smiled, "Oh, I must look like a rightmess." She then pulled out her wand from her pocket and said a quick spell to clean herself up. Harry noticed that she was actually quite pretty, beautiful actually. Harry noticed that people were looking at them intently; a lot more people were giving them attention. He wondered why briefly but was interrupted by low sounding moan. She had put an arm to her shoulder and let out a painful gasp. "Here, let me" Harry offered, his wand out at an instant.

He pointed it to her shoulder and said " Remedium"

"Is that better?"

The woman nodded. "Thank you…?"

"Oh, I'm sorry" Harry shook his head sheepishly "My name is Harry, Harry Potter."

The woman smiled devilishly, Harry saw a glimmer in her eyes.

"How do you do Mr. Potter?" —Extending her hand to shake that of Harry's. "My name is Cameron Bray."

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