CHAPTER 16

When everyone Hermione thought was coming, which had been a lot more than I expected, came Harry and I got ready to make our announcement. We stood, hand in hand, at the front of the room. Harry cleared his throat and everyone stopped talking and looked towards us. I couldn't believe and tried my hardest to keep my composure. I just let Harry talk for now, as was the plan.

"Well, everyone, this is Amy, my bride-to-be," he said and I was shocked. I had expected his to skirt around the subject before approaching it.

Everyone congratulated us, one by one, as we stood there and I was introduced to everyone seperately. the most memorable was Tonks, who had snot-green, short, spiky hair and nearly knocked the whole table over.

All too soon we were wishing people a safe trip home. However there was one member of the Order that hadn't shown up: Snape. I knew he must have been with my mother, not that he needed to find out that Harry and I were engaged, because he already knew, but it still annoyed me.

Harry took note of my mood and said nothing when I went upstairs soon after we had said goodbye to the last person. He came up shorty after to find me on our bed, just lying there, staring at the celing.

He came cautiously and sat next to me on the bed, "What's the matter babe?" he asked with concern.

"Nothing, I really like your friends. I think the party was a sucess, what about you?" I asked, changing the subject.

He seemed to take notice, but said nothing more on the first subject, "Yeah, I think everyone likes you."

"Is Tonks' hair always that color?" I asked the question that I had saved for after the party.

He laughed, "No, she's an metamorphagus."

I smiled as I listened to his laugh, "That's cool, I used to wish I was a metamorphagus," I had let it slip before I had realized I was saying it. I resised the urge to put my hand over my mouth and ried to shake it off.

"Why? You're beautiful, there's nothing abut you I would change," Harry said and I just had to kiss him in response.

'Yes, but it never got me to you.' I thought to myself, but remained silent as I shrugged off his remark.

"You are, really," he insisted.

"You're biased," I said, kissing him. I got lost in Harry's green gaze as I stared into his eyes.

I'm not sure how long we stayed awake, staring into each others eyes, but I fell asleep in his arms and I know he wasn't asleep when I fell asleep.

When I woke up the next few days with morning sickness I had some suspesions, but didn't mention them to Harry. I didn't even tell him I was sick. Then when I realized I was a week late for my monthly cycle I knew I had to get a test from either a store before we went back to Hogwarts ot a test from Madame Pomfrey at Hogwarts. I chose the first option and took the test the day before we went back to Hogwarts.

That morning Harry had noticed my moprning sickness, however, and confronted me about it.

"Are you feeling alright?" he asked, sitting on the bed next to me where I was mentally preparing myself togo look at the results.

"Huh? Oh yeah I'm fine," I lied. When Harry continued to look at me with concern etched on his face I knew I couldn't lie to him, "Well, I think I might be pregnant. The test is in the bathroom, I haven't summed up enough courage yet to go check it."

I had avoided Harry's gaze for a moment, but when my eyes finally found his I was suprised at his reaction, "You mean I might be a father?" he asked with pride and happiness in his voice.

"Possibly," I said and I couldn't help but smile at his reaction. I got up, as he had given me the courage I needed and walked into the bathroom. I uttered a scream as I saw the results. Harry hurried to the bathroom and stopped in the doorway.

"It's blue," when he just looked confused I continued, "Harry it's positive, I'm pregnant!" I screamed and ran into his arms. He picked me up and twirled me around, bringing me to his lips before setting me on the floor.

"That's awesome, Amy," Harry said before kissing me once more.

Finally I stopped his, joking that kissing is what led us to this moment in the first place and went to change. He followed behind me, sarcastically saying that he could care less.

"Harry James Potter," I scolded, but didn't finish my sentence as I looked into his eyes, "Damn you," I whispered before I kissed him.

"What did I do?" he asked once I had broken away from him once again.

"It's not you really. It's me, I love you," I replied.

"I'm failing to see a problem," he said, pulling me closer before I had a chance to change my shirt.

"I can never stay mad at you, it's so damn irratating," I said and I laughed as he pulled me in for a kiss fot the last time. I broke away completely and changed my clothes, staying a safe distance away from Harry, who lounged out on the bed.

"You know we have to tell Dumbledore when we get to Hogwarts right?" I sat down on the bed next to him.

"You know, just being here, living in this house with you, tells me that everything is going to be Okay. I love you Amy and I can't wait until we can get to live here without worrying about going back to school," Harry said randomly and I looked at him in confusion.

"Yeah... you're right and I love you too Harry," I said, still unsure if that was what I was supposed to say.

"Just wanted to tell you that," he said, then seemed to return to the here-and-know and what we were talking about, "Yeah, I know we'll have to tell Dumbledore and Hermione and Ron."

"Oh my gosh and Isabella, can we go tell her and my mum now, please," I begged.

"Yeah sure," Harry said without hesitation.

We both stood and I grabbed his hand before we Apparated together. When I opened my eyes again we were in Isabella's room. I was suprised to find that she was alone.

"Oh my Lord, damn you Amy, don't do that," she said as she threw a pillow at me.

I dodged it and grinned, "Nice to see you, too, Issa, and I jusyt suppose you don't wanna know that I'm pregnant and I want you to be the one of the godmothers." 'Is that Okay?' I asked Harry in my head, realizing we hadn't discussed godmothers.

"No, we want you to be one of the godmothers," Harry corrected, answering my question.

I smiled at him then looked to Isabella as she was nodding her head and jumped up to hug and congratulate us.

"What are you doing alone? Where's Jake?" I asked her.

"Oh, he's with his mum today," Isabella said and swallowed, "His grandmum died in her sleep last night," her eyes became watery as she remembered.

"Oh, Issa, tell him I'm sorry, he was really close to his grandmum," I said and hugged Isabella once more, "Give him that for me."

I at least succeded in making her smile, even if it was only a half-hearted, crooked smile, "I'll do that."

"Well, can you tell him that we want him to be one of the godfathers," Harry spoke for the first time in minutes.

She nodded, "I'll make sure to pass on the message," she said sitting on her bed again.

"Well, we better go, we have other people to tell, like my mum," I said grimmacing.

She nodded and we dissapeared once more with a faint pop. This time when I opened my eyes we were in my mum's kitchen and I called her name. She came into the kitchen shortly after followed by Snape.

I sighed and Harry let me tell them, 'Well, I guess I could say this in front of him, it affects him too,' I thought to Harry, "Mum, Severus, you're going to be grandparents," I said shortly, saying Snape's first name mainly for my mum.

Once comprehension spead across her face, followed by joy, she came around the tble and hugged me and then Harry, then the joy turned to her over-protective motherly look and I knew what she was thinking.

"Well, we best be going, see you at school tomorrow, Severus," I said and Harry muttered a quick bye and I gave my mum no time to respond before we had Apparated once more. I knew I would hear about it all in a letter and preffered reading it than actually hearing my mum yelling at me.

The next time I opened my eyes we were in front of a building I had never seen before and, when I saw Hermione and Ron I realized that this must be the Burrow I had heard so much about.

Hermione rushed over and was followed by Ron.

'You can do it Harry, they are your best friends after all,' I thought to him.

'They're your best friends, too,' he thought back, but offered no other opposition.

"What are you guys doing here?" Hermione asked.

"We came to ask you two to be our child's godparents, or one set of them anyway," Harry said. Hermione looked shocked, but pleased all the same. Ron just looked shocked.

"Congratulations mate," Ron said, finally snapping out of his reverie.

"You know what this means right?" Hermione said to me.

"You have to be more specific 'Mione."

"We'll be having our babies near the same time," Hermione said excitidely but Ron and Harry just grimaced.

"Hear that mate, we'll have two pregnant omen to deal with," Ron said, only half joking. Harry laughed with Ron but they were both quickly silenced with a look from Hermione.

"Just kidding," Ron said.

"Well, we best be going, Harry still has packing to do," I said.

"Yeah, she's right," Harry said, though he looked annoyed.

Hermione rolled her eyes, "I expect Ron does, too. Will guys never learn not to save their packing for the last night," she said.

I just shrugged at her and gave her one last hug before we Apparated.

"Do we have to leave?" I asked Amy for the 20th time after I had sent both our trunks back to Hogwarts.

"I wish we didn't," she replied almost silently as she looked around the room. I heard her sigh as she sat down on the bed. I threw myself down next to her and brushed her honey colored locks out of her eyes before I kissed her forehead.

I looked deep into her bright blue-violet eyes for what seemed like an eternity before I finally took her hand and stood up, telling her we had to go soon or we would be late and wouldn't have time to tell Dumbledore that she was pregnant.

She reluctantly obliged and we Apparated. As I looked upon what had been my home for over six years I suddenly wished I didn't have to return. Then I remembered a dream I had a few nights ago as it flashed before my eyes.

"Harry? Harry?" he seemed to be in a trance and wasn't responding to my hand waving in front of his face.

He finally snapped out of it and fell to his knees where he stood. I threw myself to the ground beside him, not caring about the grass stains that I was probably getting on my white skirt. Harry's body shook with sobs and that was all the mattered.

"Babe, look at me," I said and waited until he looked up at me, "What's wrong? What did you see?"

He shook his head and tried to look away, but I grasped his chin firmly and kept him looking at me. "What happened?" I asked again once he had regained his composure and the tears stopped streaming down his face.

"It was a dream," he said.

"What happened in the dream?"

"You died."