(A/N): Finally,chapter twelve. Gosh. Sorry about that. Anyway, thanks everyone for the reviews!

Luna stepped over the threshold into the manor holding her breath, and taking a last look behind her. Bill was gone. It was just her and Harry now. He was standing just inside, holding the door open for her. He looked incredibly uncomfortable with her being there. 'Not as uncomfortable as he will be' she thought.

"Erm, Hello Luna." He said, awkwardly holding his hand out. She assumed he meant for her to shake it, though she couldn't imagine why. She held out her hand, and grasped his lightly. It was warm, damp. She knew hers felt ice cold against his skin.

They let go quickly, and Harry ushered her through the long, dingy hallway than up the stairs to the first landing, turning into the drawing room. The room smelled faintly of mold, and the wallpaper was peeling in the corners.

"Do you live here alone?" Luna asked, breaking the silence.

"Um, yes and no. Hermione is staying with me for a while, and people are usually coming and going a lot. I've only been here a week though. Place seems to have fallen into disrepair." Harry said, motioning for Luna to sit on the couch, while he took a seat opposite her in an armchair.

"Oh." Luna replied, staring down at her hands. "Erm, I have to um, I have to tell you…"

"I'm sorry." Harry interrupted.

"Oh, er, what?"

"I'm sorry for how I reacted that day, at the um, wedding."

"Oh, it's alright, I…"

"No, it was rude, and it wasn't fair to you. I shouldn't have run off like that, and I never should have um, you know. I was drunk, and I took advantage of you. I'm sorry."

"Oh, um, thank you?" Luna said, thrown off balance by Harry's sudden apology. "No, I mean, I accept your apology, but that isn't why I came here today. I have to talk to you about something."

"Do you want anything to drink?" Harry asked.

"No, thank you. But I need to…"

"How about something to eat?" Harry stalled, knowing instinctively whatever she had to say, he didn't want to hear.

"Harry I'm pregnant." Luna cried out. Harry's eyes widened and his mouth hung half open, agape. Forever and an hour passed in just a few seconds, and Luna could see years of emotion rush behind Harry's eyes.

"No your not" He finally responded, his lips barely moving, mouth still open.

"Yes Harry, I am." Luna said, reaching for the bag at her feet. "I um, brought pictures. There isn't really much to look at now, it's hard to see, but the Healer was very advanced, and showed me what to look for" Luna handed Harry the pictures, who took them gingerly in his hand and looked down at them.

"I just don't know what, I, I need a minute to take this all in, it's a lot, you know?" Luna nodded in agreement, and continued to sit, looking around the room, trying to avoid staring at the boy in front of her. It was difficult.

Harry looked down at the pictures in his hands, seeing his child, barely larger than his thumb. The pictures were fuzzy, the shapes not quite defined. His child. He had a child, was going to have a child. He couldn't believe it; it was just too much to take.

Luna wandered out of the room after a moment, letting Harry alone with the pictures. She meandered back down the stairs, and found her way into the kitchen. She rummaged through a few cupboards, finally finding two teacups and a tea set. She filled the kettle on the stove with some water from the sink, and then put it back on the ignited stove. She walked into the pantry, and withdrew some dried chamomile and peppermint for the tea. Soothing flavors.

Luna walked around the room slowly, and then around the rest of the lower floor as she waited for the water to boil. It didn't look to her as though Harry belonged in this place, it was so dingy and dark. There were no pictures on the walls, save for a few portraits of rather surly looking men, all of which ignored her.

She was afraid for what Harry's reaction would be, once the truth of the reality set. She didn't want him to hate her, she never wanted him to look at her again the way he did that morning, in the Great Hall. She wasn't sure she was strong enough to handle that. How else would he react, though? He was always one to act, or attack now, ask questions later. But he wouldn't do that to his unborn child, would he? What about the woman carrying it?

A shrill whistle broke through Luna's thoughts, and she strode quickly back into the kitchen to still it. She poured the steaming water over the tea leaves into the teapot, then put the kettle back on the stove, now off. She put a few slightly stale scones she had found also in the pantry, onto the tray with the tea set, and picked it up gingerly to take upstairs. Tea always helped settle her nerves, she hoped they would help settle Harry's too.

She walked up the stairs slowly, trying not to spill as she remembered her father's reaction when she told him she was pregnant.

They were sitting at the table in their tent, him looking worriedly at her, as she fiddled with her bracelet.

"You promise not to get mad?"

"Luna love, what's wrong? You know you can tell me anything." Her father said, leaning in a bit closer to her.

"I know, it's just… I think… I'm pregnant." Luna said her face scrunching up as tears leaked out of her eyes.

"You- You're what? How? When? Who did this to you? Was it that Longbottom boy I saw you talking to at the wedding? Because if it is…" Her father stammered, standing up to pace around the small room.

"No, dad. It isn't Neville. And he didn't do this to me, it just happened."

"Luna, things like this don't just happen. It takes a man and a woman…"

"Dad, I know. Trust me, I know. I just meant we didn't exactly plan it, we didn't plan any of it." Luna broke down crying.

"Luna, love, it'll be okay" Her father said, putting an arm around her, wanting to cradle her in his lap like when she was younger, only now finding her too big. "We'll take you to a Healer, it might just all be a false alarm. You'll see."

"What if it isn't? I know the symptoms, how many times was I there when mom was pregnant? What if I lose mine like she lost hers? I don't want to lose my baby…"

"Shhh, Luna. It'll be alright. You won't lose yours. You're not your mother. You don't have the problems she did."

Luna pushed back her tears and walked back into the drawing room. Harry was still staring at the photos in his hands. He looked up as she put the tray down on a small table in the room.

"I made tea." She said. He nodded, and she poured him a cup, then one for herself. "Sugar?" She asked, as she dropped two lumps into her own cup.

"Milk" He said softly. Luna poured a drop of milk into his tea, and then brought the cups over to the armchair where he sat. He muttered a low 'thanks', and took the cup with one hand, putting the pictures down on his lap. Luna sat back down on the couch.

"What are we going to do?" He asked her. Luna held back tears; he wasn't mad at her. They could talk like adults.

"What do you mean?"

"No one can know. No one. Do you know how much Voldemort would reward any of his Death Eaters if they gave him this kind of information? You would be an instant target. Our child would be an instant target, their way of getting to me. We have to keep you safe. We can't have you bandying about, people will talk, and a few might be able to put two-and-two together." He was patronizing her, but she knew he was right. Harry Potter's child would never be safe, not while Voldemort and his supporters were about.

"What two-and-two? The only people who would be able to link me to you are your roommates at Hogwarts, Hermione, and the Weasleys. And I had planned on going back to Hogwarts."

"What about your roommates? Didn't they ask why you'd been out all night?"

"No. They usually ignore me." Luna said ambivalently. "I really want to go back to Hogwarts. I think I'll be safe there, and I can't just forget about my education."

"What about when you have the baby though? Hogwarts doesn't exactly have a day-care. And you can't leave the baby with me, because I don't even know where I'll be half the time. Once Moody starts teaching me Occlumency and the Order starts getting some real information down…"

"Then what are we going to do?"

"I don't know. I really don't know."

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"Well first of all, I'm going to have to start giving Ms. Lovegood dear some lessons," Mrs. Weasley started, staring dangerously into the room crowded with Weasleys (including Fleur), Luna and her Father, Harry and Remus acting as his guardian, Tonks, Hermione, and Professor McGonagall.

"I will teach her the basics on childcare and the birthing process. Harry dear is going to stay back with the Order as planned, as is Hermione and Ron, though I still don't like this plan of yours. The three of you will receive any amount of tutoring any member of the Order can spare, because I'm not letting you three mess up your NEWTs. When the war is over, you'll still need a good career. As for Ginny, you will be in charge of keeping care of Luna once you two go back to Hogwarts. Harry isn't there to make sure she eats right and everything, and yes Luna I know you can take care of yourself, but this is an emotional time for everyone and you'll find yourself wanting someone to lean on more often than not. I know this plan isn't necessarily ideal for everyone involved, but that is what we are going to do. Any questions?"

Everyone sat in stunned silence. Most were too nervous to push Mrs. Weasley over the edge to ask a question if they had one. When Harry had taken Luna over to the Burrow to ask Mrs. Weasley for help, he hadn't expected her to call a meeting of this size to discuss the matter. Of course, they weren't exactly discussing anything, more like Mrs. Weasley had called Martial Law and she was dictating how things were to go. Honestly though, it didn't seem like too bad an idea to Harry, he just wasn't sure how Ginny would take having to help Luna when she was carrying his baby.

"Molly," Professor McGonagall spoke up "What are we going to do when the baby does come? You said you were already two months pregnant?" McGonagall asked, looking at Luna. She nodded. "Then the baby will be here in just seven months! Late March or early April. School will still be in session. What will she do with the baby while she's in classes?"

"Luna, what classes are you taking next year?" Mrs. Weasley asked Luna.

"Oh, um. Well I haven't gotten my OWLs back yet, but I was hoping to continue with Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, Divination, Charms, and Herbology."

"Okay, Ginny. What classes were you planning on taking?"

"Charms, Herbology, Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Potions" Ginny answered her mother nervously.

"Okay. Then the two of you will only have two classes at the same time. Ginny will take care of the baby while Luna is in Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, and Divination. During the two classes the two of you have together; Luna will have to give the baby to someone else. Professor, do you think that Madam Pomfrey would mind? As there will be significantly less students at the school next year, she shouldn't have quite as many demands on her time."

"I'll have to ask her, but I'm sure that if not her, any of the professors with a free period would be thrilled to watch over the child. Especially professor sprout, poor dear is Barren."

"Good, so everything is settled then. Does everyone agree to the plan?" Everyone nodded, some more enthusiastically than others. It wasn't an ideal plan for everyone involved, but then, neither was the situation.