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Chapter Two

Ginny's Dilemma

"GINEVRA MOLLY WEASLEY! How DARE you get yourself pregnant by someone other than Harry Potter?" Molly Weasley screamed. It was going to be a long and tense summer at The Burrow. The Weasley family clock was already showing Ginny's picture on a silver spoon pointing to "Preggers."

"You're a good one to talk, Mother. Seven children in ten years?"

"Well, you're well on your way to following in my footsteps, dear. And I didn't get started at 15! Your father and I were finished at Hogwarts- and MARRIED. Besides, having many children is the good Catholic way."

"Don't remind me, Mum. It's bad enough we're the only Catholic wizards in all of England- or the Commonwealth- or the world for that matter!"

"Now, you're just confusing the point, my dear," Arthur chimed in. "We have a, uh, situation here, and we need to calmly decide how to resolve it. Now Ginny dear, you're SURE it's not Harry's?"

"No, Daddy. I know how much that would have pleased you all..."

"We're not exactly pleased at all about our fifteen year old being in the family way, period. It's as if you're a little hussy."

"Now, Molly, this isn't helping matters. And Ginny, your mother's right. We're not happy at all, but at least if it were Harry's, we'd be in a better way- that's all. He's one of the family- another son to me. I just wished I'd had that little talk with him..."

"Oh, Dad- it wouldn't have mattered... it's not Harry's!"

"Oh, sorry, right. Right."

"Off to St. Brutus' for girls, for you. Your father and I have had a little talk, and decided it would be all for the best. You'll of course miss more years at Hogwart's, but your father's pulled a few strings at the Ministry and found you a job. Once you've had the baby at the convent, you can go to work there. Unless, of course, you decide you have a calling and plan to join the sisters."

"Mother, I can't believe you're saying this! I'm a witch- like everyone else in this pureblood family. I'm not taking some lousy administrative job at the Ministry!"

"You don't have much of a choice dear. And there's nothing wrong with utilitarian wizards."

"What? What's that mean?"

"Ginny dear, I think your mother's just trying to let you know there's nothing wrong with being in the wizarding world in a minor magic role. You know, look at Ernie or Stan. Wizards need mundane assistance too. You'll still be among magical folk, just not doing any 'fancy' wizarding yourself."

"It's either charming the typewriters at the Ministry or reading tea leaves in London. Your choice, missy."

The little hussy sighed with resignation, and went off to her room to sulk.