Arthur returned to the burrow that evening with a spring in his step, his baby girl had explained everything and now she was forgiven. Well, by him at least, but now he could work with Ron and Hermione to get the rest of the Weasley's on our side as well. Arthur's sudden happiness did not go unnoticed by Molly; as soon as he walked in she began her firing squad of questions.
"And where exactly have you been all day?"
"Oh I went to visit Ron and Hermione, and they took me to see this amazing woman."
"And what exactly was so amazing about her?"
"Her life story, she was married to an abusive husband for ten years. She attempted suicide by throwing herself in a river, but she was found by the man she had always loved and now lives with him, but is confined to a wheelchair from a back injury."
"Wow, that's quite a life, but why didn't her family rescue her from the abusive husband?"
"Because they refused to talk to her over an old argument, they refused to even attend her wedding, so she went through everything alone, yet she remains hopeful for the future."
"How could anyone turn their back for so long? I'm glad we're so close a family, aren't you Arthur?"
Arthur could not bring himself to reply, instead he redirected the conversation, "Would you like to come and visit her next week with me?"
"Of course, the poor dear."
"OK, I'll owl her this week and organize it."
The next weekend Molly and Arthur arrived outside Harry and Ginny's home, Molly had yet to find out who she was visiting and was surprised to say the least when she saw Harry.
"Harry dear, how are you we all missed you so much. Why did you leave us?" Molly embraced Harry as she would her own sons, as she chided him for disappearing without a word.
"Good to see you too Mrs. Weasley," Harry replied as he hugged her in return. "Come in, come in." Harry gestured for Molly and Arthur to follow him through to the lounge room.
"Harry, help!" came a sudden scream from upstairs, Harry did not even bother to excuse himself as he practically sprinted upstairs.
He located Ginny in the shower, sitting on the garden chair that had been placed there for her, she was doubled over in pain clutching her stomach, Harry ran over to her and grabbed her hand, she looked up. "Gin, what's the matter?"
"It hurts, make the pain stop Harry, please make it stop." She pleaded with him, her voice sounding so young, and a scarred child pleading for the pain to stop.
"OK babe, come on look at me, now breathe, OK is the pain going away?"
She nodded and Harry passed her a towel, she wrapped it around herself and Harry lifted her from the seat and carried her to the bedroom, he helped her to dress then took her downstairs. At the bottom of the stairs he put her in her chair then turned to her, "Gin your dad's here, and he brought someone else to see you. Are you up to more family today, or would you like me to go through and ask them to come back another day?"
"No, I'll see them, but no fights today, if things get bad promise you'll save me?"
"Always." He smiled; he hoped that Molly would go easy on her daughter today at least. "All right, I'll take you in and help you into your chair." When they entered the lounge room Molly was not there. Harry helped her into her lounge seat then hid the wheelchair from Ginny; he then went to find Molly. He found Molly in the dining room looking at the photos on the walls; she turned to look at him holding a photo of himself and Ginny in her hand.
"Harry who is she, she looks almost like-" Molly walked with Harry into the lounge room again but was unable to finish her sentence as she was cut off.
"Mum?" Ginny asked surprised, she had not expected her mother to be here, she figured one of her brothers had come. Her eyes filled with tears at the sight of her mother.
"Ginervra," Molly visibly stiffened. "What are you doing here?"
"What do you mean mum, I live here." Ginny replied obviously confused.
Molly rounded on Arthur, "Why didn't you tell me she would be here?"
"Look around you Molly, who do you think I was talking about?"
"You mean," she watched as Arthur nodded to her unfinished question. "How could you fool me like that?" she exploded.
"Aghhhh!" Ginny screamed, doubling over in pain again.
Harry rushed forward and grabbed her hands, as he spoke to her quietly she calmed down. "Come on Gin, let's get you back up to bed and I'll call Georgie to come look at you." Then turning to Molly and Arthur he said, "I'm really sorry, it was so nice of the two of you to drop in, but I'm going to have to ask you to come back some other time. Gin's having a bad day and isn't going to be any fun to talk to unfortunately."
Arthur nodded his understanding and turned to leave, Molly however did not move, she stared at Ginny then when Harry went to pick her up she stopped him.
"Harry wait. I'm sorry Ginny dear, I forgive you." She rushed over to Ginny and hugged her. Then she asked, "Ginny dear, where is the pain exactly?" Ginny clutched her stomach and Molly nodded, "And how long until you're due?"
"Two weeks."
Again Molly nodded.
Harry having caught on to Molly's train of thought rushed out of the room to call Georgie.
"Mum, what's happening?"
"Dear I think you've just gone into labor, you're about to have your baby."
"What, now? I cant I'm not due for another two weeks!"
"OK, Georgie is on her way, she'll be here in a couple of minutes."
Ginny nodded glad that Georgie would be there soon.
Sensing that he was going nowhere anytime soon, Arthur sat down on the couch and made himself comfortable once more.
"Knock, knock!" they heard a woman call as she entered through the front door.
"Through here Georgie!" Harry called back and seconds later Georgie entered the room. Immediately she went to Ginny's side, she had her stethoscope around her neck and began taking Ginny's pulse and blood pressure.
"Aghhhh!" Ginny screamed.
"OK how far apart are the contractions now?" Georgie asked everyone.
"About five minutes." Molly answered.
"Who are you?" Georgie asked confused.
"Her mother, who are you?"
"Her doctor."
Molly looked the younger woman up and down before nodding.
"OK, look Harry, I don't want to do this here, there's too much risk. We have to get her to the hospital now." Georgie said worriedly.
"Which one?" Molly asked.
"St. Mary's just downtown, why?"
"No, no, no, no, no!" Molly said shaking her head, "Arthur! Get Hermione here now!"
"Please, I think Georgie can handle it, there's no need to bother Mione."
"No! If there's any danger in the muggle way we're calling Hermione, I don't want any chances to be taken!"
Georgie looked incredibly confused at Harry, he just shook his head, and this was not the time for such an explanation.
Harry looked over at Molly and Arthur to see how their argument was going apparently Arthur had lost. He was walking into the next room to apparate; at least he had the sense not to do so in front of Georgie.
Moments latter there were two popping sounds in the next room, followed by Hermione and Arthur walking into the room, it was almost to much for Georgie, who looked as though she were about to faint.
Hermione repeated almost exactly what Georgie had done on arrival, before arriving at the same conclusion. "We have to get her to St. Mungo's, now!"
At her instruction everyone sprang into action.
"Harry, you don't want to be recognized just yet, put on a hooded cloak, make sure your face is covered!" Hermione ordered him, as he left the room briefly. "Ok, next lets get Ginny on a stretcher and I'll make a portly." Georgie was just about to point out that they did not have a stretcher when, Hermione pulled out her wand and with a quick swish conjured a stretcher, and with another flick levitated Ginny onto it, where it hovered about two feet above the ground. Just as Hermione finished getting Ginny on the stretcher Harry re-entered the room with a large cloak on. Georgie now looked more confused than ever.
Hermione held out her watch and ordered everyone to hold on, within moments they found themselves standing in the reception of St. Mungo's. As soon as the group appeared Hermione started snapping orders to the junior healers around her, all of them rushed to do as told. Hermione led them all to a private room; a few hands picked members of staff following them. Hermione locked the door behind them and turned to her assistants. "Now, none of you are to say anything of what or who you see in here today, anyone who fears they might not be able to keep quiet leave now!" not one of them so much as twitched. "Good," she smiled, "In that case, Harry you can remove the cloak."
Harry pulled back his hood ready for the reaction he was by now used to, but it never came. Instead the junior healers turned to Mione for their instructions.
Whilst Hermione gave out more instructions Harry moved to sit next to Ginny, beside her bed, he gently took her hand and murmured to her softly.
"Aghhhh!" Ginny screamed as another contraction came.
"Shh, it's all right Gin, come on you can do it, breathe, good." Harry calmed her as she gripped his hand in a bone-crushing squeeze.
"Good, the contractions are getting closer, it shouldn't be long now." Hermione announced.
"Hear that Gin, you're doing great, not much longer."
"Ok, now Gin, I want you to tell us when you feel the next contraction coming, can you do that?" Hermione asked; Ginny nodded.
Everyone waited with baited breath; all eyes were on her as she concentrated waiting for the next contraction. A couple of minutes later Ginny broke the silence, "Ok here it comes." She said before screaming in pain.
"Ok, Gin keep going, feel when the contractions are coming and tell us before hand, Ok?" Hermione asked again.
Ginny nodded, she waited a minute or so then said, "Here comes another." She tried her best to stifle her screams of agony.
"Good Gin keep going." Hermione encouraged her.
Ginny screamed out loud as the pain hit again, the contractions suddenly quickening.
"Ok, Gin, on the next one push, push as hard as you can."
"Hermione, can I help in any way?" Georgie asked, standing up.
"Sure, you instruct Ginny up that end, I'll keep watch down here."
"Aghhhh!" Ginny screamed.
"Push, Gin, Push!" Georgie instructed.
Ginny pushed with all her might, clutching Harry's hands as she did so, he grimaced in pain, but said nothing of it.
"Almost Gin."
"Aghhhh!" she screamed, pushing again and tightening her grip on Harry's hands.
"Push Gin, you have to concentrate, come on!"
"Mione, can you squeeze my toes?"
"Sure, what's wrong Gin?"
"Mione, I can't feel my toes, try my legs, nope nothing, I must have done some thing wrong. The contractions have stopped as well, or at least I can't feel them."
"Crap, this is not good! What do you think Georgie?"
"I think you'll have to do a c-section, what other option do you have?"
"Nope, I cant, I don't have the equipment or training."
"What do you mean you don't have the equipment or training? I thought you were a doctor!"
"I'm a healer, there's a difference, and look around you does this look like any hospital you've ever worked in?"
"No, but what are you going to do, if you don't act fast you're going to have a slim chance of delivering the baby alive."
"I know, I didn't want to have to do it this way, but oh well, all non-essentials out! That includes you Harry, I'm knocking Gin out now any way."
"But I-"
"No Harry, not this time, you can come back in as soon as she wakes up OK?"
"Fine," he stalked out of the room and into the adjoining waiting room, where everyone else had already gone.
Once inside the waiting room Harry refused to stay still, he sat down and couldn't get comfortable, he paced until there was a track visible in on the floor, then he sat again, and so the cycle went on.
Molly suddenly jumped up, "I've got to do something, I'll be back in an hour or two." Without another word she disapparated with a snap.