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Ginny and Her Plan

It had been almost a week since Hermione hadn't left her parents' house.

It was difficult for her to climb the stairs to reach her bedroom.

That day in particular she felt very tired. She was watching an old movie on the TV, despite the fact she didn't find it very interesting, because there was nothing better on any of the other channels.

She was all alone because her parents were at a conference for dentists for two days. They needed to get out, they couldn't stand the miserable atmosphere that they had to bare at their house.

Hermione was slowly falling asleep when she heard a flutter near the window. It was a little old owl.

'Pig?' thought Hermione when she saw it.

She was right; it was Pig.

She stood up, moved towards the window, and opened it, letting the small owl enter.

Pig was very old now, but evidently he was a magical owl.

'Well, he must have shown some magical signs in all these years,' thought Hermione.

She let him stay on her window sill and gave him a couple of biscuits.

Pig looked very happy and started to eat with voracity; in five minutes he had eaten everything.

Hermione smiled and took the letter that he carried.

She could only read 'Hermione' on envelope.

She sighed and opened it.

The letter said:

Dear Hermione,

How are you? I hope you are feeling better than last time, when mum and I came to see you. You know, I think that you should come with Iris and me to Diagon Alley one of these days. I really need to buy some new books, and I wanted your advice. I also thought that we could go to the Leaky Cauldron and have a Butterbeer or some pumpkin juice; what do you think? Well, I don't think I will accept a 'no', so get ready for this tomorrow, I'll arrive at your house via the Floo Network at 2.30 pm, and we will use Floo Powder to get to Diagon Alley. Do you still remember how it works? I hope so.

A big hug,

Ginny

P.S. Can you feed Pig while he is at your house? I don't think that he can afford another journey like that.

Hermione sighed.

She really didn't have the will power to go to Diagon Alley; she didn't want to go out with the people.

But Ginny wasn't so easy to convince. If she wrote 'No thanks, I don't feel like going out,' Ginny probably would have answered 'Ok, then, same here. I think I'll come to your house and spend some time with you.'

So she took a piece of parchment and simply wrote:

Dear Ginny,

See you tomorrow. I fed Pig with two big biscuits. I hope that he will be able to reach the Burrow.

Bye,

Hermione

She gave the parchment to Pig. Then took him in her hands brought him to the open window.

"Pig, will you be able to bring this to Ginny?" she asked the little owl.

Pig hooted and took flight in the direction of the Burrow.

Hermione followed him with her eyes and smiled.

'Come on it won't be too bad. I hope,' she thought lying again on the couch.

"Ginny dear, I think that Pig is coming back," said Mrs. Weasley form the kitchen to Ginny who was reading 'The Quibbler'.

She got up and reached the window, something that looked like a tennis ball was flying very slowly from London's direction.

Ginny opened the window to let him enter.

"Wow, Pig, you were very quick," joked Ginny taking the piece of parchment that Hermione tied at his leg, "What did Hermione give you?"

Pig hooted a couple times and headed to Ron's bedroom.

Ginny opened the parchment and read Hermione's note.

"Mum, Hermione writes that she will go to Diagon Alley tomorrow," screamed Ginny to her mother.

"That's great," said Mrs. Weasley smiling and entering the living room, "But Ginny don't scream so much or you'll wake up Iris."

"Oh, you are right," said Ginny softly, "What would I do without you mum? Anyway, do you think that I should tell Ron that-"

"I think that's a wonderful idea," Mrs. Weasley cut her off grinning.

"You didn't even let me finish!" protested Ginny.

"Because I already knew what you wanted to say," Mrs. Weasley answered sweetly, "And I think that it's a wonderful idea. You should tell Ron to meet you two at Diagon Alley and – uh, but I don't think that you should tell Hermione that he's coming," she added doubtfully.

"I know that, I'm not stupid," answered Ginny, "I'll ask Ron to act like he didn't even know that we would be there, so if Hermione gets mad because he is there she won't get mad at me, at least."

"That's great Ginny," said Molly disappearing into the kitchen again, "And remember to ask Ron how Harry feels today."

"Of course," answered Ginny taking a piece of parchment, a bottle of ink, and quill.

Dear Ron,

How are you? How is Harry? I really hope that he feels better then yesterday. Did he like the sweets? Well, I'm writing to you because I wanted to ask you if you are free tomorrow afternoon at about 2:30 p.m. I hope you are because Hermione and I are going to Diagon Alley. She doesn't know that I'm asking you to come; I don't think that she would be happy if she knew that you were going to be there, but you must come.

Let me know what you will do.

Love,

Ginny

P.S. When you'll spot us in Diagon Alley act like you didn't know that we would be there, ok?

She read the letter aloud to her mother, who approved it.

"Pig," she called without screaming.

"Oh, Ginny dear, do you think that he can afford another journey so soon?" asked Mrs. Weasley concerned.

"He has to, mum," answered Ginny, "And he is not that old," she added.

She tied the parchment to his leg and put him near the open window.

"Go," she said to him when he didn't move, but he didn't budge.

"Ok, then," muttered Ginny and she threw him out of the window.

He fell for a couple of feet but then stretching his wings and flew towards Hogwarts.

Ron and Harry were still in the Hospital Wing.

Harry's scar didn't hurt anymore, but now his and Ron's stomachs were hurting very badly: they had eaten all the sweets that Ron's mum and Harry's admirers had sent him.

"I've got something for you, Mr. Weasley," said Madam Pomfrey entering the Hospital Wing.

"Some more bicarbonate?" asked Ron hopefully.

"No, an owl," answered Madam Pomfrey.

"Oh, no, Madam Pomfrey, thank you, but I cannot eat an owl. My stomach is still full of sweets," answered Ron nauseated.

"It's your owl, Mr. Weasley," snapped Madam Pomfrey with a disgusted face.

"Oh," said Ron taking the little owl that Madam Pomfrey handed him.

He heard Harry's laughs from the other bed.

"Oh, shut up, Harry. I think that your admirers wanted to poison you," he said to Harry.

"No, I don't think so, but we shouldn't have eaten two pounds of Chocolate Frogs each," answered Harry.

"Yeah," agreed Ron, "Come on Pig, let me see what mum wrote," he asked the little owl.

He read the letter in his mind and stared at it for several minutes.

"So, what did your mum write?" Harry, who was reading the Daily Prophet, asked after a little while.

"Uh? Oh, it's not mum. It's Ginny," answered Ron.

"Well, and what does she say? Did she have the baby?" asked Harry excited.

"No. She is going to Diagon Alley tomorrow."

"She is writing you to tell you that she is going to Diagon Alley? Wow, that's so interesting," joked Harry.

Ron remained silent.

"What's wrong?" asked Harry a little bit concerned.

"She is going to Diagon Alley with Hermione and she is asking me to go with them, without telling Hermione," he added.

"Oh," was all Harry could say.

"What do you think?"

"What do you mean?"

"Should I go?"

"Why are you asking me?" asked Harry slightly alarmed.

"Because you are my friend," answered Ron.

"But I'm not very good with the girls, you know."

"Yeah, I know but Hermione has been the only girlfriend I have ever had," mumbled Ron.

"Well, I think you should go then," said Harry seriously.

"Why?"

"Because tomorrow is Saturday and because it's an opportunity for you to see her."

"Yeah, but she doesn't want to see me."

"It doesn't really matter, does it?"

"What? Of course it matters," answered Ron bewildered.

Harry sighed, "I mean, she is acting strangely, isn't she? She just wants to die far away from everything and everyone that she had always loved, because she doesn't want to suffer or make anybody suffer. But she doesn't understand or she doesn't want to understand that we just want to spend all the time that we can with her."

Ron looked at him, "Wow, Professor Potter. Thank you very much for your examination. And can you also tell me why Lilian is acting this way towards me? Does she hate me?"

"No, I don't think that she hates you. I reckon that she doesn't want to love anyone else because the only person that she has loved in eleven years is dying right now, and she can't do anything to save her life," he said miserably, "But I think that she really loves you," he added thoughtfully.

"Harry you are better than mum," said Ron with his eyes wide opened.

"Thank you, hem, it's a compliment right?" asked Harry not entirely sure.

"Of course it is. I'm going to write to Ginny and say that I'll be there Saturday,"

"That's great, my dear Ronnikiens," said Harry imitating Mrs. Weasley.

Ron threw a pillow to him; then simply wrote 'Dear Ginny, I'll be there, thanks, Ron.' under Ginny's post scriptum and called Pig.

Pig, breathless, dove on to his bed and laid there unable to get up.

Ron sighed, "Hem, Harry can you lend me Hedwig? I don't think that Pig will be able to take another flight."

"Ok, but she is in the owlery. You have to go and get her and remember that she is even older then that little winged tennis ball," Harry answered picking up the Daily Prophet again.

"Ginny dear, Hedwig is on the window sill," cried Mrs. Weasley from the living room.

Ginny walked into the living room and let the snowy owl enter.

"Hi Hedwig, I hope that Pig isn't dead," said Ginny taking the letter from Hedwig's leg.

She read the note (Ron had added only a line 'I'm using Hedwig because Pig was too tired, but don't worry, he isn't dead.') and smiled; her plan was perfect.

Well, it would be perfect if her water hadn't broken right that moment.

"Ouch," she said falling on the couch.

Mrs. Weasley jerked her head towards Ginny, "What's wrong honey?" she asked concerned.

"I think my water broke," she said with her face contorted in pain.

"Oh, my God, Ginny, you must apparate at St. Mungo right now," urged Mrs. Weasley.

"I don't think I can apparate anywhere right now," Ginny answered gritting her teeth in pain.

"Ok, we will wait for your dad. He will drive us to St. Mungo," Mrs. Weasley said.

"And for Colin, I won't go without my husband."

"Of course darling, of course. Now, please, lie down and don't move," Mrs. Weasley said exiting the living room and searching for some towels.

Iris entered the living room at the same moment.

"Hi mum," she said absolutely not aware of what was happening, "How are you?"

"I'm fine, thank you honey," she said gritting her teeth again, "Can you pass me that pillow?" she asked her daughter nodding towards a pillow at the bottom of the couch.

"Why?" asked Iris passing the pillow to her mother.

"Because I need something to bite," she answered.

"Why do you need something to bite?"

"So I won't scream."

"And why would you scream?"

"MUM!" Ginny called her mother exasperatedly.

"What?" asked Mrs. Weasley running into the living room, "Oh, Iris dear, grandma Molly has something for you, come to the kitchen with me."

"Thanks," mutter Ginny before biting the pillow.

She was having contractions every quarter of an hour.

Finally the Grandfather Clock in the living room said that Arthur Weasley was coming home from work.

Mr. Weasley apparated into the kitchen with a 'plop.'

"Hi Molly, how are you dear? And you too my little angel," he said to Iris, "Today was a stressful day at work, we had to-"

"There's no time, Arthur, take these towels and bring them in the living room," urged Mrs. Weasley.

"Of course dear, but why?" he asked bemused.

"Because you are going to become a grandfather again, and if Colin doesn't arrive soon you'll become a grandfather on the sofa of your living room," she said running here and there in the kitchen.

Mr. Weasley took several minutes to understand what his wife had said, but when he worked out what was happening he ran into the living room.

"Ginny dear, why didn't you apparate into St. Mungo?"

"Because – I – am – too – weak," she said gritting her teeth in pain.

"Of course, but lets go now, I'll drive you to the hospital the Muggle way. Can you get up?"

"I – will – wait –Colin."

"Of course, of course," said Mr. Weasley.

Then he had a wonderful idea, he disapparated and after only a minute with two 'plops' Mr. Weasley and Colin apparated next to Ginny.

"Ginny, how do you feel?" asked Colin running at her side.

"How – do – think – that – I – am – feeling?" she asked breathing quickly.

"Oh, sorry dear, lets go to St. Mungo," he said.

Then he took out his wand and said 'Mobilicorpus', Ginny's body started to levitate and Colin took her into Mr. Weasley car in the garden.

Mr. Weasley was driving, Mrs. Weasley had Iris on her lap and Colin sat behind Ginny, whom was lying with her head in his lap.

In a very short time they found themselves in front of the Muggle entrance of the hospital (Mr. Weasley had bewitched that car, too). Ginny was immediately taken into a room with a group of Healers and Colin.

After a couple of hours of waiting, Colin arrived with a giggling little bundle.

Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Weasley, with Iris in her arms, got up suddenly and ran towards him.

"It's a boy," he said smiling and showing them the little baby with a tuft of red hair.

"What's his name?" asked Iris suspiciously.

"Harry, Harry Creevey, he's your brother, honey," answered Colin with a smile.

"That's wonderful, we have to write everybody," said Mrs. Weasley crying for the happiness, "But lets go and see Ginny before."

'Wow, another red-head,' thought Mr. Weasley while they were going to Ginny's hospital room, 'It's a pity that he is a Creevey and not a Weasley.'