Never Coming Home

Summary: Harry's been kidnapped! This leaves poor pregnant Ginny to fend for herself, until she notices that he's not going to be freed all by himself.

Chapter One

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter

"I'm leaving."

"Why?"

"It's…maternity leave."

Ron Weasley chuckled at his friends' sort of embarrassment. He had already known the answer, but loved hearing those two words. Those two words were actually something he thought he'd never hear coming from his good friend, best mate, Harry Potter. Harry ran a hand through his messy black hair, and took some parchments off his desk.

"What's so funny?" Harry asked.

"Oh, it's just I thought I'd never hear those words coming from you." Ron replied. "How's Gin anyway?"

Harry sighed. "She can't see her feet, she complains of backaches, and I'm her personal slave."

Ron laughed. "But," He said, pointing an accusing finger. "You do still love her, right?"

Harry smiled. "It's only because you force me too."

Ron gave him a serious look. Harry waved his hand. "I was just kidding! You take some things to seriously."

Harry finished collecting his papers, and Ron followed him out. While at home, even though it was against Ginny's will, he was going to catch up on some reports. Harry and Ron were both Auror's. Although things settled down dramatically after the war, Auror's were like police in a wizard way.

Harry had a pile of undone parchments lying about, and did need to finish them. Ginny really didn't want Harry to worry so much, and leave work two weeks early, but Harry protested. Ginny said it was fine, but only if he could help her and not do any written work in between.

Harry decided that if it didn't have to be in between, then he could work on it. This meant at night, or when Ginny took her naps. He just couldn't get caught.

Along the way of going towards their bosses' room, Harry bumped into someone. Parchments and quills went flying everywhere. He hurriedly mumbled his apologies, and bent down to pick up all his parchments he had dropped.

He looked up, and to his surprise it was Cho Chang. She was his once crush, and maybe even somewhat of an ex. He didn't have much of a crush on her anymore. Ever since his sixth year, she just sort of disappeared from his head.

She was still the same, although her hair was longer, and she seemed to look a little stressed. She didn't even work as an Auror, and Harry wondered why she was here, but he didn't get anytime to think about that.

"Oh I'm…" Cho said, gathering some more parchments. She looked up, and gave a warm smile. It seemed to wash all the worry and stress off her face. "Hello Harry."

"Err…hi." Harry said, handing her the quills she had dropped. They got off the ground at the same time.

Ron saw the awkwardness between them, and elbowed Harry lightly. Harry shook his head, and gave Cho a smile back.

"Yeah. Hello. It's been awhile." Harry said, running a hand through his hair. Why was he getting so nervous?

Cho giggled. "Yes it has been… But it would seem like a bad time to talk. Why don't you just send me an owl? It would seem like we're both…busy." She giggled again.

"Yeah…" Harry said.

They past each other, and Ron rolled his eyes. "Very smooth of you, Harry."

"Oh shut it, Ron." Harry mumbled. "I don't know why I was so nervous."

"Maybe cause if Gin would have seen you talking to your ex, she would have been very upset." Ron said with a laugh.

"You know what? I think your right." Harry said. "And don't call her my ex. I don't think we ever made it that far."

"That date." Ron reminded him.

"That wasn't…really a date." Harry said. He turned just a slight pink when he said that.

They knocked on the door of their boss. Their boss was a fiery lady. She had dark blue eyes, and black hair, tied in a tight bun, which reminded them of their old school professor, Minerva McGonagall. She was strict to the bone, and didn't seem to have a soft spot for anything. Neither Harry nor Ron had ever seen her do anything except drilling on and on about their, and other people's, work, and taking few bad wizards out on the side.

"Come in!" came the fiery voice from behind the door.

They opened it, and there sat Mrs. Julia Roth. She looked up at them, and Harry took a step forward. Ron stood next to the door. He didn't know why, but she always seemed to nitpick on things he did wrong. It was mostly his posture. But he, anyway, leaned on her bookcase next to him and the door.

"I'm going on leave." Harry announced.

The first thing she did, which surprised them all, was gave Harry a warm smile. "I suppose your wife is due soon."

Julia stood up, and gave Harry a good handshake. "I wish you luck. First are sometimes hard and nervewrecking. Just like mine was."

The second thing she had just said, surprised them too, but surprised Ron more. And before he could stop himself, he asked, "You're married?"

Julia gave him a frown, and said, "Yes Mr. Weasley. If you haven't already looked, my name is Mrs. Julia Roth. Not Miss or Ms." She then looked at him for a second, and added in a shrill voice. "And stand up straight! Don't lean on the bookcase."

Harry cracked a smile as Ron stood up a little straighter and stopped leaning on her bookcase. Julia Roth could get scary if you got her angry. But now they knew she did have some sort of a soft spot, meaning children. Harry wiped the smile off his face, and turned back to her. She gave him another smile,and sat back down.

She gathered some papers, and then said, "You, Mr. Potter, are excused for the next two weeks, and some afterwards. I'll owl you for further information. You both can check out now, and are free to go."

Ron opened the door. "I will be seeing you tomorrow, Mr. Weasley." Julia added, before he could take a step out. Ron gave a nod, not looking at her, and stepped out. Harry thanked her, and followed suit.

"I swear she's like on to me…or something." Ron said, checking out at the front desk. It was nearing ten o'clock, and they did need to get home soon.

"What did you ever do?" Harry said. The smile had snuck back onto his face.

"I don't know. That's my problem!" Ron said.

Harry checked out, and pulled his wand out of his pocket. There were some apparating rooms around the corner along with the fireplaces. He and Ron would go there every night they worked to apparate. There was a no apparating magic barrier, thing, in the building. It was to keep unwanted things out. And if you, meaning if you were a bad person, wanted to apparate straight into the building, feel free, but there was always Auror's in the room going in and out. So if you tried, you basically would fail within the first couple of minutes.

Ron pulled out his wand. He had successfully learned to apparate a few years back, they're only about twenty two, and liked to apparate more then Harry. If Harry had a choice he'd pick a broom, but it would look quite silly riding a broomstick out and around muggles. Plus you might get in trouble anyway. And flooing became a mess for him. Harry could never get the hang of it anyway.

"Well." Harry said, with yet another smile. "My last night being free."

"Don't say it like it's your death sentence!" Ron exclaimed. "She can't be that bad."

"I'm surprised Hermione isn't working you out either." Harry said.

"Well she isn't as pregnant as Ginny." Ron said. He held up his wand. "I've got to go. See you later mate."

"Bye." Harry said. He too pulled out his wand.

They gave them a flick, and popped out of the room.

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Luna: Hello to all, and this be me first Harry Potter fanfic!

I just really want to see if anyone has interest in this. If you do, please tell me!

I shall leave you now...

-Luna