Holding on

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A/N: Hey everyone I've tried a story quite similar to this one before, but hope this one will come out 10 xs better. I, of course welcome any hints, technically this is my first fic so I would appreciate it.

Sitting at the edge of her bed Ginny graced her fingers over the picture resting on her lap. It was their wedding day, not even a year ago, yet it felt ages away. She felt a lifetime older, but no wiser. Almost every day she felt herself sinking deeper and deeper into the despair that seemed to take permanent residence in her heart.

He'd been gone nearly five months ,it was four months since she found out she was with child, and just three months since he, the boy who lived, was assumed dead. It didn't seem possible, after all he'd gone through, that Harry would ever die. Ginny refused to believe it.

Five months ago

Ginny awoke to the sound of her husband rummaging through a dresser drawer. She sat confused for a second, "Darling, what are you doing?"

He looked up seeming startled for minute at the sound of her voice, "Oh, nothing Gin, I just have to leave for work a little early this morning. I've just let some work pile up on me." He looked over at her and Ginny noticed lines of worry etched in his young face. Slowly rising from bed she walked to Harry and laid a hand on his shoulder.

"What's wrong, Harry?"

"Nothing, love, just something I need to catch up on, I'll see you later," He kissed her on the cheek; "I love you."

As Ginny returned to bed she could here him walking down the steps and then a loud pop signaled that he was gone. She wasn't sure why she had trouble falling back asleep; she had certainly been exhausted lately, for what seemed like no reason at all. This wasn't the first time Harry and left in the middle of the night for work. Yet, there was something in his face that told Ginny something just wasn't right. "You're just being over protective," she told herself firmly, "Time to get to sleep."

"Ginny, Ginny!" the shouts from her fireplace jerked Ginny awake. She sighed getting out of bed and reaching for her dressing gown. Being sick all morning, she was in no mood for visitors.

"I'm coming," she yelled stepping out of the bedroom, cursing silently as her toe jammed into the door frame. Ron's head was floating in the fireplace.

"Hey, Ron, how are you?" Ginny asked wishing she were back in bed.

"You need to come to the ministry, right away."

Ginny felt her blood run cold and her stomach turn over, "What's wrong?" she asked urgently.

"Just come down and we'll fill you in when you get here," rushing back to her room, Ginny put on any clothes she could find and quickly flooed to the Ministry. She ended up in the lobby and quickly walked up the three flights of stairs to where the Auror's offices were located. As she entered Ron's office she felt herself grow more worried. Ron was behind hid desk, rubbing his temples, Hermione was sitting in a chair staring straight ahead, not looking very in tuned with anything, and Dumbledore was there too. There was no sparkle in his eyes and he seemed to have aged years more since the last time Ginny saw him.

Everyone looked up when she entered the room, "Mrs. Potter, please have a seat," Dumbledore said, gesturing to the chair near Ron's desk.

"What is it?" she asked anxiously.

Ron looked over to her, "It's Harry," Ginny's heart felt as thought it stopped beating, "He and his partner were supposed to return here hours ago, and for some reason we can not get in contact with him."

"What do you mean," she demanded angrily, rising from her chair and ignoring the immediate head rush, "He can't just be gone, go find him!"

"We're doing everything we can, Gin," Ron said with a sound of despair in his voice, "There are search parties looking where we last heard from them, and I'm going out as well in a few moments."

"Well, then I'm coming with you."

"Don't be ridiculous Ginny; you should stay home in case he shows up there."

"Ron, I'm 21 years old, it's time to cut out the over protective brother trash. Where do we start?" She sat back down and stared at her brother, waiting for a reply.

Ginny collapsed on the couch, after another long, hard day of searching. Hermione followed Ginny's lead looking just as desperate and tired as she felt. It was about a month after Harry's disappearance, and all day they had spent in Amsterly, a town that was well known for its high percentage of deatheaters. They were disguised as hags, and went from pub to pub questioning drinkers and bartenders, hoping to get some information. No answers were given.

Ginny sighed and rested her head on the back of the couch, the rest didn't last long however. Not two minutes later, she ran to the bathroom and vomited up the little food she had been eating lately. Hermione rushed in after her and wiped her brow with a wet cloth.

"What's the matter, Gin? Are you sick?"

"No, it's probably just the stress over everything," she explained slowly rising, and grabbing the sink for support.

"You should really go see a healer, you don't look well at all," she said, concerned.

"Well, it's not the best of times, Hermione!" she snapped. The hurt look on her face made Ginny drop her head. "I'm sorry, I just miss him so much," she said shakily, her eyes brimming with tears.

Hermione wrapped her arms around her, "He's a tough one Gin, and Harry will keep fighting if he knows your home waiting for him."

Ginny wiped her eyes, "I know. You're staying tonight, it's too late and you're too tired to apparate home."

"Well, if it wouldn't be any trouble…"

"Not at all, you know where everything is. I'm going to head to bed," she left the bathroom and headed to her room.

Ginny was awoken the next morning by a fresh bought of nausea. She rushed to the bathroom. The noise must have woke up Hermione, because she came rushing in after her.

After helping her clean up she said, "You're coming to the healer's with me, right now," Ginny nodded in agreement and went to get dressed.

They apparated to the St. Mungos, and arrived in the waiting room.

"Hello, Miss Granger, I didn't think you were working today," said the slightly large, blond receptionist behind the desk.

"Oh, I'm not Tillie, but could you please that Mrs. Potter here gets to see someone as soon as possible.

"Of course," having Hermione being one of the head healers at the hospital proved useful. Not, two minutes later Ginny was ushered into and examination room.

Ginny sat on the cold metal examination table. There was a slightly queasy feeling in her stomach, Healers had always scared her. She looked up when a middle aged man walked in.

"Hello, Mrs. Potter, I'm Healer Miller, what seems to be the problem?"

"Well," she started nervously, "I've been throwing up several times a day, and feeling very tired."

"I see, do you have any other symptoms, such as dizziness for example?"

"Yes, when I stand up."

"All right, would you please lie back?" Ginny shuddered as her back touched the freezing table. "Prenata vaso," she heard the healer chant. A purple fog rose from her stomach, then quickly disappeared, "Yes, Mrs. Potter, just as I thought. You're pregnant."

Ginny quickly sat up in surprise, "What?"

"From what I can tell you are about three months along. Congratulations," Ginny just sat frozen on the table, which didn't seem as cold anymore, "If you would like some helpful tips, Tillie has some at the receptionist desk. Good day to you," Ginny nodded her thanks, as the Healer left.

Ginny had no clue how long she sat in the room. All she could see was Harry with a little baby in his arms, playing on the floor of their home, and teaching him to ride a broom. What if he never got those experiences? What if Harry never met his child? She was shook out of her stupor when she heard a voice in the doorway. Hermione was standing there looking concerned, "Oh my God, what's wrong?" This was the first time Ginny realized there were silent tears running down her face. She quickly wiped them away. "I was waiting for about an hour when I came to find you. What's wrong," Ginny just shook her head, "Gin, you're really scaring me."

Ginny opened and closed her mouth a few times before finally getting the words out, "I'm pregnant."

Hermione's hand shot to her mouth, "Oh, honey," she said enveloping her in a hug. Hermione had no idea what to say. This was supposed to be a happy thing, yet there was nothing happy in Ginny's eyes. "Let's get out of here. I'll take you out to lunch."

They silently made there way through London's streets, "So," Hermione said, eager to break the silence, "Umm, who was your Healer."

"Something Miller, I think."

"Miller? Odd I don't remember anyone on staff named Miller. Maybe he's new."

"It's all such a blur, Hermione; it could have been something else."

"You don't look up to lunch; want me to just take you home?" Ginny nodded.

About a month later, Ginny rolled out of bed, and walked into the kitchen. She let out a small scream, there was someone sitting at her kitchen table.

"Oh, God, Ron. What are you doing here?" She demanded, waiting for her heart to stop racing." He just looked up at her, his eyes were as sad as she had ever seen them.

"Gin, why don't you sit down?" he said standing up to pull out the chair. Yet, as he stood up, Ginny saw the newspaper that his body had been covering. She fell to the ground as she read the headlines:

Harry Potter: Assumed Dead

A/N: Thanks to you all for reading that. I'm not a good writer at all, but I am trying to get better. So anything you'd like to say, please say it in a review! Hopefully it will get much more interesting.